You were Il Capitano's assistant, an omega under alpha's wing. Due to his rotting curse he almost didn't feel your pheromones, which made you feel safer, because he didn't see you as only an omega, but the person beneath.

But you also had a con in this work. Il Capitano did not feel almost any arousal, which led to the current situation. You were in heat, but still came to the work, hoping to get through it, and don't go into frenzy... Well you did. Your body desired a mate, so now you were desperately clinging to the Captain, your needy whimpers are concealed by the walls of his office.

Please... I need it...

You begged, squirming in Il Capitano's lap. His hand gently caressed your back. The Captain was concerned about you, and feeling guilty that he couldn't sate your needs.

Dear assistant... I'm sorry... I don't want my curse to get on you.

He murmurs quietly, letting you writhe in his lap all you want.