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Kinktober Day 5 | Public Sex | Public Claiming

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It wasn’t mandatory on this day for the alpha to publicly mount their omega as part of the day's events but it had grown so customary that if he skipped then it would be the only thing spoken of. The queen would not be pleased if the highlight of the day was her brother breaking tradition. The gossip mills would have a field day with the news. He sighed, letting go of his frustrations. If the rest of his plans were to succeed, he needed every step of this day to go perfectly.

Notes:

This is a continuation from Day 1 in the same universe but you don't need to have read that one to enjoy this one. I have no plans to expand this universe further but who knows what kind of plot bunny might strike!

Also the world building kind of ran away from here, lol so sorry there is less porn this time!

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It didn’t take long for the omega to drift off, eyes half shuttered and breathing evening out. Peter felt the moment Stiles collapsed into him he had sunk into that special headspace only omegas could get into. He growled at the thought of the poor thing being strung out with fear and exhaustion so all it took were a few kind actions and words to send him there. He glanced over his shoulder as Chris’ rigid body and knew his thoughts aligned exactly with Peter’s own.

A subtle look around the courtyard showed mostly other servants or slaves, making themselves as unobtrusive as possible. He’d have to thank Chris later for setting things up so he’d have these first few moments with his new omega alone. If Chris hadn’t prepared in advance the entire court would no doubt be gawking at the self-proclaimed bachelor for life taking an omega.

“Peter.” Chris spoke in an undertone that they knew from long experience wouldn’t carry farther than the two of them. “What will you do when her majesty calls you to complete the bonding in public?”

Peter glared at the back of Chris’s head. He hated it when the man got right to the heart of an issue and didn’t let him stay in his blissful state of ‘ignore the problem’ for as long as possible. The man was right, however, blast him.

“I don’t know.” he answered through clenched teeth, finger’s tightening in Stiles’ hair. “I hadn’t gotten that far yet.”

“You know the queen will expect it.”

“I am aware of my sister’s expectations.”

Stiles mewled, his scent filling with anxiety. Peter forced his shoulders to relax and breathed out. He couldn’t afford to make Stiles’ already tense body any worse. Not when the upcoming bonding would be soon if Talia had anything to say about it. His only saving grace was he knew Talia’s initial focus would be on Derek. He hoped it would give them enough time to prepare.

Chris glanced over his shoulder and grimaced. “You’ll need to get him aroused. The way he is now won’t make it easy for the ritual.”

“Thank you for the lesson in biology, Christopher. I would have no idea what to do without you.”

Chris sighed and moved to kneel down behind the omega’s crouched form. “I know you’re stressed but you need to focus.”

The fight left him in a rush as he looked down at the omega’s head in his lap. The poor thing still suckled gently on his cock as he had instructed.

“I hate this part of the tradition.”

“I know but as the brother of the Queen—”

“I don’t need the reminder.”

“Peter.” Chris’ tone turned cold and the glare he received brought a snarl to his lips. He knew Chris was right but it didn’t make him hate it any less. His instincts were on the very brink and all he wanted to do was bundle his omega far away from anything that could bring him pain.

It wasn’t mandatory on this day for the alpha to publicly mount their omega as part of the day's events but it had grown so customary that if he skipped then it would be the only thing spoken of. The queen would not be pleased if the highlight of the day was her brother breaking tradition. The gossip mills would have a field day with the news. He sighed, letting go of his frustrations. If the rest of his plans were to succeed, he needed every step of this day to go perfectly.

All he could scent off the omega was fear and exhaustion. He ran his fingers through the boy’s hair and was rewarded by a gentle whimper. He met Chris’ gaze and nodded. “Do what you need to do.”

Chris ran his hands down the boy’s sides and gently pulled him up. The omega went with a pitiful whine but obeyed without a fight. Peter tucked himself back in and stood up to look for where the rest of the court had spread to. Most were still fluttered around the main dais where his sister sat. He waited as Chris took the omega out of sight before he headed over to join the throng.

Talia held up a hand as he approached and the surrounding crowd quieted. He put on his best smile and gave a deep bow. “Your Majesty.”

“None of that, dear brother.” She held out a hand to him which he took, still in a half bow. “Where is this omega who caught your eye after you dismissed so many? Don’t tell me you found him lacking, not when I have longed for nieces and nephews of my own to spoil.”

“Of course not, my queen. My manservant is preparing him for the bonding ritual as we speak. I merely assumed my dear nephew might take a while with his new mate.”

Talia preened at the mention of her son, as he knew she would. “Yes, Derek is over in one of the pavilions, preparing his own new mate. Being younger than you, brother, he naturally had a harder time letting anyone else touch his new mate.”

“Derek has always been a possessive child, it does not surprise me in the least he would want to be the only one to touch his omega.”

He watched with satisfaction as Talia’s smile turned slightly brittle at the backhanded insult to her son. When at court, one needed to take the smallest of opportunities when they came up. It had the added benefit of making her begin to desire he reside somewhere other than the royal palace.

“Well, I believe Harris has singled us. Let us watch my heir claim his omega and then we will see my brother perform an act he swore many times would never happen.”

He bowed and offered a hand to Talia. She took it with a gracious smile and allowed him to lead her towards the indicated pavilion. Once next to him, her eyes narrowed and she drew them away from the court followers.

“You would do well not to insult your future king, brother.”

He raised his eyebrows and couldn’t stop the smirk forming. “It is a sad day when an uncle cannot fondly reminisce on their nephew’s youthly tendencies, dear sister.”

“Careful Peter, someday I may grow tired of your fond memories.”

Her grip on his arm tightened and he offered her the same fake smile she gave him. This moment had long been coming between them as they both knew.

“There is an option for ending this tension.” he said lightly as if he wasn’t plunging them both into a conversation filled with snares.

“You know my minister's feelings on this plan of yours.”

He sighed, “And you know I would never betray you.”

She fell silent as they entered the pavilion. Derek stood over his omega’s naked body, stripped down to his undergarments and hands roaming all over the omega’s skin. The crowd grew larger but they gave the queen and Peter a wide berth. The spells on both their bracelets and neck bands kept prying ears from hearing their conversation but still, it never paid to be cautious when surrounded by so many of the court.

Talia waved a hand and Derek began to claim his omega in earnest, tearing the last of his clothes off and sinking down on the omega. The air filled with the rich scent of an alpha in rut and an omega blooming into a heat. He cast a glance at Talia, amused at the pride she felt for her oldest son. He’d never understood how fucking someone could cause such a reaction.

Soon Derek knotted the omega and the crowd began to disburse. He drew Talia away and waited until most of the court was distracted. He faced her, meeting her gaze and squared his shoulders.

“You know as long as I stay in court I will only grow more bored with nothing to do. Your advisors and senate have hobbled me here because of some ridiculous fear I will try to depose you.”

“Not here and not know.” She glared at him but he refused to back down.

“Then when, Talia? I was and am supposed to be your left hand, your spymaster but in the past year you’ve castrated me worse than the eunuch who trains the omegas.”

“I cannot control the senate.” Her eyes flashed and she leaned in closer. “I cannot control how the public perceives you and how so many thought you, not I, should have been the ruler of our empire.”

“But you can control where I live.”

“You cannot go into the lowlands, they’ll think you’re organizing a rebellion.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not an idiot, Tal, I’m talking about the northwest coast, there aren’t enough people there for anyone to think I could build a rebellion and no nobles unsatisfied with your rule would follow me there. Let me go, give me the governor position and I’ll leave with my omega and my retinue.”

She paused, nostrils flared, and he watched her calculate the idea out from all sides. He’d been planning this ever since he’d realized what the senate was doing to curb his power in the empire. It was a good option and would solve many problems for both him and Talia. He knew she had advisors who wanted him sent father away, out of the empire entirely, but such a banishment could stir up more trouble than if he stayed at court.

One of Peter’s slaves approached and indicated Chris was ready. He turned to Talia and raised his eyebrows. She nodded at him.

“I will consider it, but first, let us watch you claim your mate.”

“Your wish is my command, my Queen.” He bowed again and hoped he’d bought Chris enough time to prepare the boy. He knew Chris was the best in the palace at getting an omega aroused and ready for their alpha but still he worried. For all the necessity of this, he didn’t want to hurt the poor thing.

Chris had anticipated the queen’s request and had the boy strapped into the breeding bench by the time the procession meandered their way to the shaded forest. Multiple benches had been set up through the heavily groomed area. Some alphas already had their omegas mounted and knotted while others looked to be taking their time.

The rest of the party goers trickled in now that the queen had moved locations. They would wander, chat, and some would participate in the various matings that would occur over the next several hours. Peter had participated before but had never knotted an omega. He’d had no desire for any noble to claim that their progeny was of royal blood.

As he brushed sweaty hair around his shivering omega’s forehead, he knew that would change today. The boy’s pupils were blown wide and the wild needy moans as he strained against his bindings had Peter growing hard in an instant. He growled and flashed red eyes as he clamped his hand down around his omega’s neck. The boy stilled and whimpered.

He circled around, allowing Chris to strip him of his clothes as he lined up against his omega’s slick hole. He groaned as he sank into the plush heat. The scent of ripe omega filled his senses and he knew he’d easily get addicted to this. The boy arched up with a mewling cry, muscles clenching tight around Peter’s cock. He kept the slide slow until his balls slapped against the boy’s ass. Then, he pulled out to thrust in again at a quicker pace.

The plan had been to take things as slow as he could but at this moment he didn't think he’d be able to stop himself. It was too good. Heat, slick, beautiful skin and enticing cries all swirled up around him—drawing him in and capturing his attention. He couldn’t think about or concentrate on anything other than the omega underneath him.

He snarled and slammed in harder. The cry the omega gave out was music to his ears. Again and again, he moved in and out. He got lost in the rhythm and desire. He almost didn’t notice his knot until the moment before it caught. He managed to get one last thrust before he came with a stuttered howl of triumph.

Mine, mine, mine, chanted in an endless loop in his mind as he came harder than he thought he had ever cum before. He shoved his face in the omega’s neck and drank up his scent like it was water and he was parched. He shuddered out another moan as the boy’s hole milked at his cock.

He became aware of the rest of the court around them in bits. Most had wandered off to continue in their pursuit of their own pleasure but some had stayed to watch the whole show—as it were. Chris came over to help him settle in a comfortable position and to give him some water. The omega continued to make small whimpers and clench on Peter’s cock at the slightest provocation.

Chris stayed a steady presence by their side for the rest of the day portion of the ceremony. A constant source of water, food, and—when necessary—someone to fend away unwanted attention. Talia stopped by briefly to radiate smug glee at Peter’s soon to be state of fatherhood. Peter kept his smile as polite for her as the rest of the nobles. Through it all, the omega drifted between conscious and not. When Peter’s cock went down, he ordered Chris to bundle up the boy and went to say his farewells to Talia.

“I’m proud of you today, brother.” Talia kissed him on the cheek, smile wide. “I know you’ve been enjoying your bachelor days but the responsibility of children will be good for you. Tomorrow we can discuss your suggestions. I have spoken to a few members of my council and they agree it may be in our best interests.”

“Thank you, my queen.” He bowed low as he placed the right amount of humble gratitude in his voice. “You are too generous. I would be pleased to stay here in the palace with you, if you wished.”

“It’s tradition, which you well know, for when a member of the royal family takes an omega to be granted a title and lands. Especially for the brother of the queen.”

He straightened and smiled, wide and pleased. “Who am I to argue with tradition? Thank you, dear sister.”

A few more pleasantries before he could leave. Satisfaction welled up inside him. All the pieces had fallen into place exactly as they had planned. He’d gotten Stiles, as the boy’s mother had written. A public claiming and breeding would cement his new position in the eyes of the public. Talia’s approval and promise of land with a title would be the last piece.

Tomorrow he’d ask for a very specific piece of land. He’d already convinced her this was the best option and soon the rest of the court would be as well. Too far away from court to be there often, she’d be pleased to have his troublesome and popular self be farther away from tainting her image. He nodded and accepted some more congratulations from a few nobles as he stepped up to the private wing of the palace. Yes—it was time—he’d gain what he deserved. A kingdom, fit for a king.

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