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Derek lounged on the large, fur covered throne as Peter droned on about the spoils of war that had been pillaged and the political prisoners that had been bound and stashed away for later. It was a typical debrief and he was only half listening. He’d heard the same report many times before as their warriors marched farther out and defeated greater foes. The Hale pack was a scourge on the planet and all nations lived in fear of it arriving on their shores. Derek was proud of how far he’d taken their people and he was far from through. But that did not make the reports any more interesting.

The door to the royal long house was thrown open and a lanky youth was pushed inside. He was bound and gagged. Derek could smell both the rebellion and fear pouring off the boy, it was a heady combination that made his mouth water. The beautiful whiskey eyes flashed in the lamplight.

“Ah yes,” Peter said with a smirk. “Here is the omega son of the deceased King of Beacon. I thought you might like to keep him for yourself.”

Derek’s answering smile was all teeth. “I think you were right to plan such. Come here boy.”

The omega balked but Peter pushed him forward and forced him to kneel before Derek’s throne. ‘What a beautiful creature,’ Derek thought to himself as he traced the boy’s soft neck with his fingers. ‘I shall do many unspeakable things to this sweet young body.’

Without warning his fist tightened in the soft hair, his other hand casually flipping up his loincloth to bare his impressive cock. The omega’s eyes widened and the scent of his fear grew tenfold but Derek paid no heed, only forced the boy’s face down until it pressed against him. The upturned nose was buried between his balls and cock, forcing the little thing to breath in the alpha’s heavy musk.

The boy struggled. Derek kept a painful hold of his hair until the struggles ceased, tightening once again whenever the omega tried to pull away. It was the first step in his training, something Derek suspected he would enjoy a great deal. Eventually all the fight seemed to leave the boy and he sagged with exhaustion. Something wet dripped down his ball sac. The realization that his new omega was crying sent a sharp heat through him and his cock became instantly hard. The little thing noticed and renewed his struggles but Derek held him steady, rocking his hips gently so his erection dragged against the soft lips and cheek.

Peter had not paused in his report, merely spoke over the breathy desperate whimpers as if nothing had changed. But Derek had seen the beta’s arousal as the omega struggled. Perhaps if Peter were particularly well behaved Derek would allow him a taste of the boy. Perhaps they could both take him at the same time. The pale thing was so young and innocent, taking two cocks up his ass at once would be a good learning experience. Derek’s hips rocked a little harder at the thought. It was time to end business for the night and move onto pleasure.

“Out,” he barked at Peter who seemed unperturbed, merely smirking as he sauntered from the room. Before the door had fully closed, Derek had the omega into his lap, manhandling him until he rested with legs spread wide, hooked over the arms of the throne, and head forcibly tilted back to rest against the alpha’s shoulder. A heavy hand wrapped around the delicate neck to keep him there.

Derek buried his nose under the boy’s jaw, inhaling greedily as his free hand shredded the thin shirt, ever so cautious of the soft skin beneath. He splayed his hand across the boy’s belly, enjoying the hitching breaths and soft planes as he imagined filling the little thing with his cum until his stomach swelled and he mewled at the straining pressure.

“You’re such a pretty thing,” he murmured against the boy’s temple. His calloused hand explored the young body, brushing lightly over smooth skin and pink nipples. He gave an experimental pinch and the boy positively writhed. Derek grinned evilly and pinched harder, adding a rough twist in every so often and alternating between the two hard nubs until they were red and raw and tears tracked down the flushed cheeks. The sight made the alpha chuckle.

“Such a perfect omega, so responsive. I bet you can’t wait to feel my knit spread you open.”

He ignored the furiously shaking head as his hand crept lower, sliding beneath the waistband of the loose pants. He wrapped it around the chubby little cock and gave a couple light strokes that pulled real sobs from the boy.

“Shh, little one, let your alpha make you feel good and then you can return the favor.”

Derek pulled the pants off entirely before returning his attention to the little cock. He teased the slit with a sharp claw, gently pushing it in until he had to stop or make the boy bleed and he wasn’t ready for that yet. Instead he ran his fingers lower, cupping the small smooth balls. His hand tightened in warning when the omega tried to pull away.

“These are mine,” he whispered darkly, lips brushing the boy’s ear as he gave another sharp squeeze. “And this is mine.” He yanked roughly on the cocklet. “And this is mine.” One finger trailed down to the tightly furled hole, still mostly dry. To drive his point home, Derek forced his finger into the hot cunt, drawing a muffled scream from the omega as he pumped it in and out several times.

“Shh, it’s okay.” His other hand trailed down from the boy’s neck and pinched a raw nipple as he forced his finger into the hole one last time. “All of this is mine, and if you behave I’ll make it good for you… Sometimes.”

He smoothed his hands down the boy’s body, a parody of a calming caress, before returning to the omega’s cock once more. Derek wanted his new boy nice and wet with slick when it came time to slam his rod into the tight heat, and that meant he needed him aroused. He stroked gently, enjoying how it began to plump up despite the boy’s clear resistance. He rolled the soft balls in his palm as he began to strip the little dick in earnest, pulling whimpers and moans from the omega as he thrashed. The small body clenched tight as he came, spurts of fluid dribbling over Derek’s hand.

“You liked that, didn’t you,” he asked, lifting his hand to lick the opaque fluid. It burst across his tongue and ignited a hunger in his belly. Without thinking he twisted until he knelt between the boy’s knees, hands pinning him to the throne as Derek swallowed his short length in one fell swoop. He worked the cock relentlessly with his tongue and teeth, ignoring the pained keening. His boy was delicious and Derek would drink him dry.

He coaxed the sobbing, crying omega through four more orgasms, not satisfied until the little thing had suffered through two of them dry, proving he truly was out of seed. Derek released the cocklet from his mouth, vowing to milk it often.

Standing, he once again manhandled the omega until he lay across the alpha’s lap on his stomach, legs pinned between Derek’s knees and ass raised high for easy access. He caressed from the boy’s shoulders down to his ass, carefully cupping the soft, lush flesh and giving a gentle squeeze. His little omega did not struggle, merely laid quietly, limbs trembling with exhaustion. Derek ran a fond hand through the soft hair. The boy pressed into his touch, seeking comfort and too tired to question the source. Derek rumbled approvingly before bending down to press his nose to the boy’s nape. Good omegas deserved a reward, in this case a reprieve ,short though it might be. He mouthed at the warm skin, nipping softly as he ran his hands down the boy’s sides, along his waist, over his thighs – pausing only to knead at the tight muscles until the little thing laid loose and pliant in his lap. From his soft breathes and little snuffles Derek suspected he was half asleep.

That was fine, he would be nice and relaxed for the next part of the evening.

With fingers rubbing distracting patterns against the boy’s scalp, Derek’s other hand slid between the pale cheeks, prodding lightly at the pink ring of muscle. Another pleased rumble left him as he found the omega’s cunt wet with slick. He pushed his finger in, seating it at the third knuckle. The boy jerked sharply, a pained whine ringing out. Derek shushed him softly and continued to pump the digit in and out, listening to the hitching breaths and dismayed moans. When he crooked his finger just right and the boy shuddered in pleasure, Derek chuckled.

He pulled his finger free, licking it clean before reaching down to a basket next to the throne. His witch had made him a magic device that he often used on his pleasure slaves. He had no intention of this sweet omega falling into that role, no, Derek had every intention of mating and breeding him. He would never leave the alpha’s home again. But the device would still be useful.

Rubbing the rounded end of the thick wood against the boy’s hole, he paused only a moment before pushing it in firmly. It was twice as long as his index finger and twice as wide. The boy struggled feebly. Derek pumped the tool in and out a few times before pushing it in as deep as it would go and murmuring the spell he’d been taught.

The sudden vibrations sent the omega into a frenzy, thrashing desperately to free himself. Derek only laughed and murmured the spell again, heightening the intensity until the little omega was once again mewling and sobbing as he was forced into a sixth orgasm, just as dry and painful as the previous two.

Pleased with his work, Derek stood, laying the broken sobbing mess of a boy over the arm of the throne. He stretched languidly before reaching down to pull off his loincloth, freeing his hard cock and heavy swollen balls to the warm air. He draped himself over the omega who was babbling into his gag, cheeks streaked with a never ending supply of tears. Derek rutted almost gently against his boy’s ass before reaching back and pressing his cock head to the desperately tight hole.

“Are you ready to be mine, sweet boy?” He whispered as he mouthed at the delicate neck. The omega tensed further at the words pulling a predatory smile to Derek’s face. “That’s right, little one, make those muscles nice and tight so your alpha is properly milked.”

He didn’t wait for a response, simply pushed forward relentlessly until he felt the ring begin to yield. Then he snapped his hips forward with a sharp flex of thighs and slammed his full length into the virgin cunt, his heavy virile balls pressed against the smooth hairless ones of his soon to be mate.

The omega wailed into his gag, his inner walls fluttering against the invasion.

“Such a good boy,” Derek murmured as he gave a lazy roll of his hips. “Such a tight hot hole, ready to be bred by your alpha. He groaned as he pulled out only to snap his hips back, cock driving unerringly deep. He set a furious pace, reaming the boy open on his giant rod, fucking him until he had no breath to cry out. Derek could feel his knot forming, just starting to catch on the omega’s rim. He slid a hand down to stroke the soft cocklet. “One more time, sweet thing, be a good boy and come on your alpha’s knot.”

The boy shook his head and keened but was powerless as his cock was teased and pulled, a thumb rubbing at the slit. As Derek’s knot grew – punching in and out of the boy, abusing the rim until it was raw – the omega started mewling pitifully, the sounds pounded out of him as the alpha rode him hard and heavy.

Finally Derek’s knot punched in and stuck, growing further inside the tight passage and rubbing against the little thing’s prostate. Derek roared as he came, the sound echoed as the boy orgasmed moments later. Satisfied the omega had come on his knot, with hot spurts of seed still pumping inside the young body, Derek caught the pale neck in his teeth and bit down viciously, staking his claim on his mate and bonding them together forever. His perfect little omega, made to be fucked.

He laid heavily on the smaller body as he regained his breath. The sweet thing had not passed out but he was too fucked to move. With loving care, Derek picked up his mate, mindful of where they were still knotted, and maneuvered them onto his bed. He did not bother untying the boy or removing the gag, just pulled him close until his back was pressed flush to Derek’s front. He ran his hands over the omega’s belly, if he pressed just right he could feel his cock seated deep in the boy’s womb.

A content and sated rumble rolled from his chest. He rocked his hips once, enjoying the feeling of being well and truly mated. His omega barely managed a sound of exhausted discontent before he’d fallen asleep, secured on his alpha’s cock as he was meant to be.

As Derek drifted off his mind was filled with images of all the thing he could do to his omega. It was enough to get him hard again only hours later and he spent most of the night pinning the boy down and fucking him into the furs. He highly approved of the spoils from Beacon.

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Derek sat on his throne, legs spread wide as he held his omega down on his cock. One hand gripped the boy’s hair, controlling the sloppy movements and preempting any attempts to back off.

It had been over a week since he mated the little thing and when he wasn’t balls deep in the precious ass he was teaching him other ways to please his alpha. Currently he was focused on training away the boy’s gag reflex so he could seat his alpha cock deep inside the warm throat and see the bulge he made from the outside. Derek had aspirations to, eventually, get the boy so pliant and obedient he could knot the little thing’s mouth without risking damage or injury to either party. But it was proving a hard lesson to learn.

The omega’s beautiful whiskey eyes stared up at him, pleading for release as he gagged and choked around Derek’s thick, long cock. But the alpha only raised an unimpressed eyebrow, rocking his hips forward, rubbing the edge of his knot against the plush lips.

“If you don’t relax and take my cock down your throat willingly I’ll lock my knock behind your teeth until you suffocate as punishment.”

The boy’s eyes welled with tears and he struggled desperately to relax but Derek suspected they were well past achieving any success that day. The omega was trying, but he was too worked up to bypass his body’s instincts.

Derek was planning to hold the boy down a bit longer, make him sweat, and then release him when Peter strolled in. The beta eyed the naked body between his alpha’s legs appreciatively but made no comment.

“Alpha,” he said in greeting.

“Did you succeed in your task,” Derek asked, rocking his hips again, hungry to see the sweet, pink mouth straining around his knot even if there had not been enough preparation.

“Indeed. We have a truce with Deucalion. I also approached the Ito pack, they agreed to a truce as well.”

“You have anticipated your alpha, well done.” Derek released his omega, letting the boy pull away to catch his breath. He didn’t go far, keeping his head bent between the spread of Derek’s thighs. The clever little thing was a quick learner, and Derek suspected the failure to deep throat was a fluke. An off day, perhaps. But it was still early and the alpha was horny and Peter deserved a reward for his good work.

Derek chose to ignore the fact that his beta had worked so hard in the hope of such a reward. He couldn’t blame him, the omega was delicious to look at and even sweeter to mount.

“Your efforts deserve recognition.”

“Thank you, alpha,” Peter murmured, doing his best impression of a submissive subject, something that did not come naturally to the man. Derek rolled his eyes but continued. “My omega has failed today’s lesson, perhaps you would care to help me teach a different one. One involving two cocks and one tight hole.”

Peter’s eyes lit up in delight. “If my alpha would be so generous, I would accept.”

“I would,” Derek murmured. The omega’s heartbeat had rabbited at the suggestion and the boy curled into himself, shoulders hunched and face pressed into the alpha’s thigh. Derek ran a hand through his hair, gently caressing the scalp. “We’ll need to restrain him in an appropriate manner. He is learning quickly but I doubt he would sit still for such an act.”

Peter made short work of tossing a rope over the central rafter beam, using one end to bind the boy’s wrists and pull them above his head. Derek tied the other end just above the omega’s knee, lifting the bent leg high off the ground and exposing his sweet cunt to view. The little thing had started to mewl in distress, struggling to maintain balance on one foot.

Derek stepped back to admire their work, the young trembling body spread wide open and helpless. “It’s an enticing sight,” he said. “But I’ll need something sturdy when he goes into heat. Something to hold him in position while he is thoroughly bred.”

Peter looked up from where he had been running his fingers over the little cocklet. “I think I know of a device, I will procure one for your examination.”

Derek nodded and stepped up behind his boy, pulling him close and running soothing hands down his flanks. “Start working him open, he’ll need enough prep to avoid tearing, that is a risk I will not take.”

Peter was on his knees instantly, a spit slick finger teasing at the omega’s hole before pushing in roughly. The boy gasped and jerked but Derek swallowed his unhappy cries in a hungry kiss that stole the breath from the sweet thing’s lungs.

It wasn’t long before the beta was pumping four fingers into the tight snatch. Slick ran down the pale thighs as Peter’s fingers danced along the prostate, make the little cock stand to attention.

“Fist him.”

Peter looked up, surprised and Derek growled in annoyance.

“Two cocks require more stretching. Or do you plan on damaging my mate?”

“No, alpha,” Peter assured hurriedly. He slid his thumb in with his fingers on the next thrust, stopping as his knuckles just breached the tight ring of muscles, holding them wide open.

Derek cooed softly as the omega whimpered, tensing around the painful intrusion. He reached down and fondled the little cock which had softened a bit. The attention helped loosen the boy’s muscles with a bit of pleasure. Derek watched as Peter slid his hand in fully before forming a fist and beginning to thrust, in and out, letting his knuckles travel from the red stretched rim all the way up to the boy’s cervix.

The omega shuddered in his grasp, tears running down his cheeks as the fist began to punch pained moans from him. Derek ran his hand down the soft, pale belly, pressing to feel Peter’s hand pumping deep inside. He purred as the omega’s head fell back against his shoulder, eyes screwed shut.

Derek kissed his temple. “That’s it. Such a good boy, taking what your alpha gives you.” He kept one hand on the flat belly, enjoying the sensation of movement, and slid the other up to the boy’s nipples. Stroking one of the pink nubs he nuzzled into the boy’s neck. “This is what you were made for, little one. Made to pleasure me and my people. Made to be a sweet hole to fuck.”

The omega twitched and shook his head but it only made Derek laugh. He left the nipple, instead wrapping his hand around the delicate neck and squeezing. The boy’s eyes shot open in surprise and fear, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe. Derek licked and nipped at his jaw, enjoying the panicked shudders and useless struggles. He released his hold just as the boy’s eyes rolled back in his head. The little thing wasn’t completely unconscious, but he was entirely limp, held up by nothing but the rope and his alpha.

“Harder,” Derek grunted and Peter complied, ramming his fist ferociously into the now relaxed hole. Derek made him continue until the little cock spurted cum down the boy’s front, then he ordered the beta to remove his arm and stand. Derek was well endowed, his cock long and thick. It was a Hale trait and Peter had not been left wanting. Between them they would stretch the boy’s hole impossibly wide and Derek could hardly wait.

Tossing away his loincloth, Derek rubbed his hard cock against the omega’s cunt, slicking it up in the boy’s juices. Peter followed his example, staring avidly down at his rod running against the soft flesh.

“Peter.” The beta looked up. “If you value your life, you will resist knotting him. Only I have that right.”

“Of course, alpha, I would not think of it.”

Derek doubted that, but Peter had been a loyal beta for many years. He did not doubt the man would control himself. With a grunt of acknowledgement he twisted one of the boy’s nipples harshly, forcing the little thing back to awareness. He wanted to see the boy’s face as they filled him.

The omega gasped and mewled softly, turning to hide his face in Derek’s neck. “Don’t worry, little one,” Derek said, lining up his cock. “You might enjoy this.” That was an outright lie but he enjoyed watching the momentary hope flicker in the amber eyes. He slid into the tight heat of his mate, burying himself to the hilt one one thrust. The boy sucked in a breath but stayed silent. Derek motioned for Peter to join him.

The beta pressed up close to the omega’s front, setting the head of his cock against the already occupied hole. Derek could feel the cock pushing relentlessly, forcing its way into the tight space. The boy began to keen and thrash when the head popped through the ring of muscles. His thin chest rose and fell with loud hiccuping sobs, desperately pleading in a language Derek did not know. The alpha thought the terrified, babbling omega was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He nodded at Peter and the beta snapped his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into the tight passage until he bottomed out. Derek hissed in pleasure, fuck it felt good. The boy had gone silent, the second rod pushing him past words altogether. Derek pulled most of the way out and then thrust back in, Peter following his lead and mimicking his pace. The sweet thing’s mouth hung open in shock until their cocks began to move, then he screamed.

Derek chuckled and sped up, enjoying the impossibly tight heat, the sensation of rubbing against another cock in the small hole, the slap of skin as his balls smacked against the omega’s soft ass with every thrust. It was perfect and he suspected Peter agreed. The beta’s face was twisted in a half blissed out snarl, his thrusts getting harder and faster. The alpha smiled at the man’s utter loss of control and thrust just that little bit faster until they pistoned into the poor boy in tandem, drawing out pained sounds of anguish from the helpless little thing.

Derek came with a roar, slamming his cock deep inside, filling the boy’s womb with cum. Peter snarled seconds later, pushing in as far as he could with his knot outside the raw ass. Derek could feel the hot spurt of his beta’s cum along the shaft of his cock and he growled in pleasure, rocking his hips and pushing his knot further in.

The omega hung limp, consciousness fucked out of him, and Derek purred as he pressed against the distended belly fully of cock and cum.

Eventually Peter pulled out with a pained whimper, over sensitive from his orgasm and getting crushed next to his alpha’s knot. Derek watched with approval as he untied the rope so the alpha could fold back into a kneeled position, still balls deep in his mate. The little thing whined and twitched.

He looked at his beta and smiled. “You’re a mess, Peter.”

Peter shrugged. “The ends were worth the means.”

“Come here.” The beta approached on silent feet while Derek pried the boy’s mouth open. The omega was just coming back to the world of the living and he mewled and tried to pull away. “You made a mess,” Derek told him sternly. “You will clean it up.”

The boy blinked at him in confusion right up until Peter slid his softening cock into the hot mouth and moaned. The little thing began to cry again but Derek ignored him, massaging his throat so he was forced to swallow and suckle at the beta’s dick. “Very good,” he murmured. “Such a sweet omega, cleaning up after himself. You took that so well. Maybe I’ll let my stallion make use of you next.”

“Fuck, alpha,” Peter muttered, pulling his cock free. “Images like that will only get me hard again.”

Derek grinned and eyed his beta. He’d enjoyed fucking the omega together and he was not blind, the man had a lovely, strong body. Perhaps instead of the omega mounted by a stallion, it should be Peter. He’d look perfect under the towering horse, his muscles flexing as he was taken rough and raw. It was a tantalizing thought, but if it were ever to be Derek suspected they would have to work up to it. Maybe he could distract the man by letting him play with his mate and then fuck him from behind to start?

He let the thoughts go, they were for a future time. Peter left to sleep off the high of orgasm and Derek carried his knotted omega over to the throne. He sat before pulling the boy off his cock, a feat only possible because of how stretched out the little thing was. The omega mewled and tried to curl into his chest but Derek pushed him down to the floor between his legs.

“You haven’t finished cleaning up your mess.”

Big woeful eyes stared at him before the delicate jaw opened and tentatively sucked and licked at his still hard and occasionally spurting cock. Derek tilted his head and watched, leaning forward to run his fingers over the boy’s hole and scoop up a handful of cum and slick that had begun to leak out. He pulled the boy off his cock and smeared the mess over his shaft.

“Go on,” he said. “Clean it.”

Tears slipped down the omega’s cheeks as he went back to suckling, body drooping with exhaustion.

Derek rumbled happily and continued to smear the evidence of their play over his cock whenever it leaked from the loose hole, forcing the little thing to swallow every drop. Eventually, when he ran out of cum and slick, Derek thought he might try deep throating again. After all, the boy was too exhausted to fight and that might be exactly what they needed.

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Derek knew as soon as he entered the long house that it was time. The sweet scent of omega in heat hit his nose, making his blood rush and his cock begin to harden. His beautiful mate had been curled up in a pile of furs near the fire, staring loose limbed into the flames with dazed eyes, but as soon as the alpha entered the room he rose to his hands and knees. Derek watched the boy crawl to him with an indulgent smile. The omega rubbed against his legs like a cat, breathy whimpers full of need filling the air as he turned his face to nuzzle at the wolf’s loincloth, mouthing at the soft leather.

“Hello, little one,” Derek purred and palmed the back of the boy’s head, pressing the mouth more firmly against his covered nether regions. “Such a sweet thing today, so needy.”

The omega sighed, relaxing at the gentle pressure and soft words.

The boy had acclimated as well as could be expected to his new role as Derek’s mate and fuck hole, he was not enthusiastic about it but he had stopped actively fighting and trying to escape. He never initiated physical affection or offered himself up willingly, which was to be expected and Derek took great pleasure in listening to his foreign babbling, helplessly begging to be released as the alpha reamed his wet hole or sank deep into his throat. He could do whatever he wanted to the boy and that was a high all on its own.

But this was different.

The clever fingers fumbling in desire, the kitten licks on his shaft as the boy snuck under the covering, the visible slick leaking down the pale thighs. Yes, Derek liked making the omega submit, holding him down and taking him hard, but he found he liked the willingness that a heat provided as well.

He sat on the edge of his throne, laughing when his mate immediately clambered into his lap.

“Look at you, seeking out your alpha like a good boy,” Derek crooned. He slid his thumb along the pink mouth, pressing until the little one opened enough for the digit to slide in. It sank into the warm heat, pressing against the inquisitive tongue and nudging at the back of his throat. The omega didn’t seem to notice, suckling happily as his hips made little abortive thrusts against Derek’s lap. “I think it’s time to tie you down, hm?”

In the far corner of the long room was the device Peter had procured, it was made of dark wood and soft leather cuffs. His omega had eyed it curiously when it first arrived. Derek had smiled at the boy’s looks and scooped him up into his arms. “Let us see if it is the right size.” He’d ignored the frown on his mate’s face and carried him over to the contraption, dropping him onto one end.

The boy had immediately tried to get up and move away but Derek had grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and hooked a finger in his hole with the other. Pushing at the omega’s upper body and lifting from his cunt, Derek got the omega laid out on the wood. He’d made short work of the cuffs.

It was truly a beautiful sight. The long, pale limbs shone against the dark wood, raised to an accessible height. There was a wide plank for the omega’s chest to rest on and a narrower one for his hips with an open space in between for the flat belly to hang as it grew with every load of cum Derek would pump into him. The boy had mewled unhappily as he pulled at the cuffs, trying to free himself, and that too was an enticing sight.

The alpha had decided to test the sturdiness of the device as well as the fit. He’d flipped up his loincloth and pushed into his mate, hilting himself in one sharp thrust. The soft mewls had been cut off by a pained wail as the hot cunt strained to stretch for the alpha’s cock. Derek had not bothered with any prep and it had been over a day since he’d last fucked the sweet thing, he could only imagine the burn and overwhelming fullness his boy was experiencing. He’d growled happily and set an immediate fast pace, happy to find the bench didn’t move at all as he fucked his mate with all his might.

The little one had refused to go anywhere near the bench since, throwing a fit whenever the alpha had tried to lead him over. Derek had found it amusing.

He stood, his mate clinging to him and licking his ear, and strode over to the bench. The boy protested when Derek set him down, trying to climb back up and slide onto his alpha’s cock then and there. “Ah, ah, hold on, sweet one.” He wrangled the wiggling body into the cuffs and then ran his hands down the boy’s flanks, up across his shoulders, down his sides and under to press against his belly. “You look so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, nosing at the boy’s nape. “You look so good and I’m going to fuck you raw. You ready for that?” The omega whimpered. “That’s right, I’m gonna fill your tight cunt with my knot and breed you like a good boy.”

Derek pressed at the boy’s stomach again, excited to fill it with a child, and then stood up. He lined the head of his cock up with the shiny sick entrance and pushed in. The omega let out a long moan of pleasure, clenching around the hard length. Derek growled and his hips stuttered. It felt so fucking good. He did not waste time easing his mate into the fucking, heat was not meant to be taken slow. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping together, the sounds of an omega being thoroughly fucked.

He knotted the boy quickly, grinding against the delicate prostate until the omega came with a cry. There was a moment of orgasmic bliss that Derek enjoyed, his knot locked deep inside his mate, spurting cum into the boy’s womb. Then the little one stiffened under him, the haze of his heat most likely clearing for a short time as the need was momentarily met.

The omega began to pull frantically at the cuffs.

Derek lifted off the slight back and brought a hand down on the pale ass with a sharp crack. He hissed in pleasure as the boy yelped, snatch tightening around his knot at the shock. “Be good,” Derek warned. But the little one was babbling again, he sounded on the verge of tears.

The alpha leaned back over his mate, hands smoothing from the narrow waist around to the boy’s belly. “Feel that?” He pressed his hand hard against the omega’s lower abdomen. “That’s my cock half way in your womb, breeding you up like a good omega.” The boy’s shoulders hitched in a silent sob. “It’s okay to cry, little one,” Derek said. “But remember it was your sweet smelling cunt that started this.”

The omega shook his head. Derek slapped the other cheek, just to feel the clench of pleasure milking his cock. He ground his hips against the boy’s ass until his knot had gone down enough to pull out. His mate was still crying but had started to rock back into the alpha, and Derek had not gone fully soft before he began thrusting again.

He would fuck the omega over and over, filling him with cum until he couldn’t take a drop more. A heat typically lasted five days and Derek planned to enjoy every minute off it. Towards the end the boy would still be needy but raw and sore, he’d make such pretty noises then, the alpha’s cock sliding against the inner walls in a painful, torturous rhythm.

“Such a good boy,” he muttered. “Such a sweet cunt ready to be bred. Gonna fill you with pups. Gonna fuck you raw.”

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Stiles whimpered and pulled at the leather bindings. He was in the last few hours of his heat and mostly he wanted to curl up and go to sleep in the soft bed. But he was still tied to the wooden bench, ass in the air and belly distended with his alpha’s cum. Tears tracked down his cheeks and he whined. His alpha was… Somewhere outside. Stiles had not been allowed out of the longhouse since the day he was brought in as a prisoner, an innocent boy who’d just lost his father to a merciless warlord. A warlord that had then raped him repeatedly before forcing a mate bond on him against his will.

He did not know what was outside the building he lived in and mostly he did not care. His days were spent getting held down and fucked by his alpha, it was terrifying and exhausting, especially when the wolf let other’s join in the fun. Stiles had a healthy fear of Peter whose presence could mean nothing or two cocks up his ass at once.

With another pitiful whine, he slumped down on the bench wishing his alpha was there to free him and whisper sweet words to him. He hated the alpha but he also needed him, needed his comfort and his cock. He’d had a vague grasp on the language his captors spoke when he was taken from his home as spoils of war, and as time had passed he’d come to understand more and more. But he refused to speak it, in honor of his dead father he would never let a single syllable of the monsters’ language pass his lips.

His alpha did not seem to notice. He did not care what Stiles’ name was or what he had to say, he only wanted to fuck him full of pups like a bitch in heat.

The door opened and closed with a soft click. Stiles did not think much of it beyond an initial shiver of embarrassment, it was most likely a beta sent to fetch something. Apparently a warlord’s duties did not pause when his omega was in heat and his alpha had spent many hours holding audiences with his people while knotted deep in Stiles’ ass. He had cried the first time, humiliated to be seen tied down and violated, but his tears had no effect. There had been nothing to do but close his eyes and pretend he did not care.

“Well, well, look at you,” a gravelly voice hissed. “Right where they said you would be.”

Stiles tensed, twisting his head to catch a glimpse of an old wolf prowling further into the room. He was tall and well muscled despite his age, but it was the gleam in his eye that shot fear down Stiles’ spine. “Go away,” he said in his native tongue.

The wolf crept closer, sniffing the air. “And as beautiful as they said. A beautiful bitch still in heat.” He licked his chops and leered. “Would you like a real alpha to breed you, little one?”

Stiles shook his head frantically. He wanted the man to leave, he wanted his alpha to come and chase him away. He opened his mouth to scream but the wolf lunged, clapping a hand over his mouth before he could. Stiles twisted and bucked uselessly as the alpha draped his weight over his back, he could feel the large cock rubbing against his ass.

“Not a sound, little bitch,” the man tutted, shoving three fingers into Stiles’ mouth, pressing down his tongue and straining his jaw. “When I have killed your alpha there will be time for you to scream as I breed you properly, but for now we must remain quiet.”

Stiles flinched and whined as the wolf slid his free hand round to cup his belly, pushing unpleasantly at it and scraping it with his claws.

“My, your alpha has certainly filled you with come. Shall I claw a hole here,” he tapped just below Stiles’ navel. “So it all leaks out?”

Stiles shook his head as best he could, tears pricking his eyes.

The man laughed. “Then I will just have to fuck you hard enough to push my cum deeper than his.”

Fingers still stuffed in his mouth, Stiles whimpered as a hard length thrust into his ass. It hurt. He was sore from taking his alpha’s cock so often, and while he was stretched his slick had begun to run dry because his heat was nearly over. And it was wrong. It was the wrong cock, it did not belong to his alpha and it made him sick. The alpha hissed in pleasure, unaware or uncaring of Stiles’ suffering.

“Your cunt is so hot, little bitch.” The cock hammered into him. “But too loose, it feels like a whore’s cunt, gaping from taking so many knots.” The hand not in his mouth slapped his belly hard and Stiles choked. “That’s it, yes, clench nice and tight.” The hand slapped his belly again and Stiles managed to yell. It wasn’t very loud and the man retaliated by removing his fingers only to cover Stiles’ mouth and nose, cutting off his air.

Stiles jerked and shuddered, his lungs trying to expand but failing. The world began to spin and black spots danced in front of his eyes when the hand released his face. He gasped hoarsely, dragging in only two breaths before his air was cut off again.

“You milk me so well when you can’t breathe, little bitch,” the wolf purred. “You clench so tight I’d almost believe I was your first.”

Stiles couldn’t focus on the words, his world reduced to a need for oxygen. He almost didn’t notice the knot forming at the base of the cock fucking him, pulling painfully at his puffy hole with every thrust.

“Almost there, I’ll knot you and breed you. And after I kill your weak alpha you’ll be mine to use. And if you are a good bitch I’ll let my hounds mount you. Behave and your hole will never be empty again.”

A roar tore through the longhouse. Stiles whimpered and ducked his head, his alpha had arrived.

The heat of the man behind him disappeared, ripped away by an enraged werewolf. Stiles couldn’t see what happened but he could see the spray of blood as it spattered across the floor. He held his breath, heart pounding, until his alpha stepped into view. His claws were covered in blood but that did not stop him from running them over Stiles’ body, caressing him. Stiles whimpered when one slid into his ass, pushing and pulling to rid it of the other wolf’s precum.

“You are mine,” his alpha growled as he mounted his omega. “Only mine.”

Stiles hissed as the familiar rod slid home. It still hurt but the relief of having the right cock outweighed the pain. He nodded as his alpha continued his mantra. “Mine, only mine.” Stiles hated it but he could not deny the alpha was right. He sobbed as his frenzied wolf fucked him rough and fast, knotting him within moments and spurting fresh cum into the raw hole, erasing any remaining evidence of the dead alpha.

The a daze of endorphins and exhaustion, Stiles felt the leather cuffs finally releasing. He sighed as his alpha carried him to the bed, for the first time in days, and curled around his back while the knot stayed plugging his hole. He relaxed, allowing his limbs to go limp as his alpha nuzzled his nap and licked across his shoulders. The danger was passed and he was safe on his alpha’s knot, he would take it for the improvement it was.

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Derek snarled softly and paced in front of his throne. He was furious. His mate had been rape by another wolf, nearly knotted, and traumatized. While he had arrived in time, albeit barely, it did not quell the fury that burned hotter than fire, that filled him as thoroughly as the blood in his veins. Vengeance was the only cure, retribution and wrath rained on the guilty party until they begged and cried and, perhaps, died.

The door of the long house opened and the elders of the village filed in as witnesses. Peter came last, head bowed and wrists bound.

Derek’s lip curled, his teeth sharp. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I am sorry, my King,” the beta said, his voice carrying clearly. “I have failed you and your mate nearly paid the price.”

“Yes.” The word hissed between his fangs. The Argent wolf had been in their village to negotiate a truce, at Derek’s invitation. It was a common practice, one that worked well if the negotiator refused to agree to Derek’s terms. Because he could stab them if their arguments wearied him. It was Peter’s duty to guard against any subterfuge, to listen and plan, to stand in the way of a backhanded knife. It was Peter’s duty to protect Derek and his mate.

And the beta had failed.

“You deserve death,” Derek said.

“Yes, Alpha,” Peter agreed, tilting his head to bare his neck. “I am your loyal servant, I only request you make it quick.”

A soft gasp made Derek turn. His mate was curled on his throne, wrapped in so many furs only his wide eyes and pert nose were visible. He’d kept the boy close every since the attack, loathe to be out of touching distance, let alone out of sight. The little thing had been more willing as well, less flighty, and altogether terrified to be tied down. It was an interesting change and one Derek enjoyed testing, he never grew tired of the expressions his mate made or the tears that could paint his cheeks so prettily. His fondness for the boy was far stronger than he would have expected it to be. Originally he’d simply been a means to procreating, a hole to be bred to continue Derek’s line. But he had become much more. And Derek had Peter to owe for that because the beta was the one who brought him the beautiful boy in the first place. Peter had seen fit to separate the little prince from the other prisoners and present him as a gift.

Derek owed him for his mate. And that was the only reason he did not let his claws flash out and claim the beta’s lifeblood.

He turned back to the older man and sneered. “You will be punished.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“But you will not die.” He was gratified when Peter looked up in surprise and then worry. “You have been loyal, you shall remain loyal. Your mistake was grave but not greater than the many years you have anticipated my needs and led my armies. You will be punished and you will never make such a mistake every again.”

“Y-yes, Alpha.”

“Very good. Open your mouth.”

The beta did as he was told though his confusion was evident. Derek wasted no time, flipping up his loincloth and sinking his soft cock into the man’s mouth. Between the heat and the nervous swallowing it did not take long for him to harden. When he did, he pulled out and gestured for Peter to turn around.

“Turn, get on your hands and knees.”

He could see the worry growing in the beta’s eyes but the order was followed. Derek pushed Peter’s own loincloth out of the way and thrust deep into the man’s ass without preamble, snapping his hips sharply over and over.

“Ah! Alpha!”

“Be silent,” Derek growled, grinding his cock deeper. “This is me showing mercy and preparing you in advance.”

There was no way Peter could know what he intended but his words quieted to soft grunts and gasps. Derek pounded into his ass until he came with a shudder and then he pulled out. He spread the beta’s cheeks, examining the red hole leaking cum, and decided it would suffice.

“Take him outside,” he ordered. “Tie him to the tethering block and bring my stallion.”

Derek felt satisfaction as the color drained from Peter’s face, but the beta did not resist as he was led outside. Derek himself only paused long enough to pull his mate from the furs, bundling the boy into his arms and outside to watch.

Peter was stripped and his arms were tied to the long tethering post, his body bent at the waist so his collarbone rested against the wood. Derek tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he took in the sight. Perhaps he should put his loyal beta in such positions more often, the submissive posture suited him.

There was a loud whicker as his stallion, a grand beast black as night, was brought up from the stables. It pranced, tossing its’ head so the midnight mane caught in the breeze. It seemed expectant, tail raised like a banner and cock already peeking from its’ sheath.

“Let him smell my cum,” Derek commanded of the handlers. “He does not appreciate challengers to his mares.”

The beta tensed as the stallion was brought closer, hands pulled his cheeks apart so it could nose at his wet hole. The low whine creeping from Peter’s throat was music to Derek’s ears.

The horse sidestepped, and snorted unhappily, then it whinnied and tried to mount. The attempt did not work, the great forelegs missed the tethering post and pawed at the wolf’s waist before clattering to the ground. The second time, both legs settled on the beam of wood and the long cock rutted against Peter’s ass, seeking out the helpless hole.

A nod from Derek was all the instruction the handlers needed. They reached between wolf and horse, carefully lining the black and pink cock up to catch and hold on the next thrust. Energized by the success, the stallion neighed and jerked its’ hips, pushing the rod deeper and deeper until it found a rhythm it liked and settled in.

Peter howled in pain, his back bowed as the vicious, magnificent beast towered over him and violated him.

Derek set his mate on the ground and then walked over to the helpless wolf. He leaned down to press his hand against the beta’s muscled stomach. The path of the long erection was visible to the eye, a solid length that pushed skin and flesh up and out of its way as it thrust relentlessly. The feeling of it against his palm, through Peter’s soft skin stretched tight, was exhilarating and erotic. Derek’s cock began to grow as he pressed hard, pulling a gasping sob from the wolf.

“How does it feel, Peter? To be mounted by him, to have his cock so deep his cum may come out your mouth?”

A sound of utter fear and pain escaped the wolf. “It hurts.” The words were whispered but Derek heard them well enough.

“This is what my mate felt when Argent fucked him,” he said softly against Peter’s ear. “Your punishment is to feel as he did. Be grateful you will only suffer it once.”

He backed away. His mate had not moved from where he had been set on the ground, his amber eyes wide and breaths coming fast. Perhaps he was remembering the threat Derek had made some time prior and envisioning himself in Peter’s place. The warlord did not much care, simply pried the boy’s mouth open and fed his hard length inside. He palmed the back of the little thing’s head and fucked deep into the tight throat, matching his pace to the stallion’s.

Pale hands pressed at his thighs, trying to pull away, but Derek ignored them, his eyes glued to Peter’s punishment. There was something about it that excited him, watching the capable and clever wolf reduced to sobs and pained cries.

The stallion’s hips stuttered and jerked hard three times, seating it’s cock as deep as it could before filling the wolf with its’ cum. Derek pulled his mate down on his own cock one last time, choking him as he shot his load deep into the boy’s throat. For a long moment he held the sweet thing in place, enjoying the desperate swallows around his softening cock.

When the stallion pulled out so did he.

He ignored the choking and cough of his mate and strode back over to the beta. As soon as the stallion dismounted and was pulled away, Peter’s legs gave out and he crumpled to the ground. Derek huffed in amusement. The wolf was shaking and gasping, a sheen of sweat covering his body. He looked terrible and it brought a smile to Derek’s face. So did the copious amounts of white fluid leaking from the stretched and sloppy ass.

He crouched and prodded at the hole, sliding four fingers in and giving an exploratory thrust. Peter whimpered and tried to pull away but was too weak. Derek removed his fingers and wiped them in the wolf’s hair.

“Your punishment is over,” he said. “Your past failing is paid for. When you are back on your feet it will be a fresh start. Do not fail me again.”

“Never, Alpha.”

“Good.”

Satisfied, Derek gathered his omega and returned to the long house. Watching the beta get fucked by his stallion was a pleasing sight, it had certainly put him in the mood to do some fucking of his own. His boy didn’t know it yet, but it was going to be a long, painful night for his hot cunt.

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Derek was insatiable and he did not know why. His mate was not in heat. He was not in rut. Yet he barely managed to hold a single audience with the members of his pack before his cock ached to be in his omega’s hot cunt. If he had his way, were he not the Alpha, he would ignore his duties and remain in his home, fucking the sweet thing into the ground until the ache and the urge passed.

He listened to the woman’s grievance, hand itching to palm himself through his loincloth. Something about the fields and her planting. Fuck, he was so hard. The sent of his mate lingered on the breeze dancing through the village, filling his nose with the tantalizing smell.

“Alpha?”

Derek glared at Peter, thoughts returning to the present. “What?”

“Perhaps I can finish helping the woman and you can return to your home. I shall come with a report when all is finished.”

He considered the beta’s words. Fields and plantings were important, but he trusted his faithful beta with far more important things. And letting Peter handle the situation meant he could go enjoy his omega.

“Yes. Good. Report to me when it is dealt with.”

Derek stalked back to his home, strides wide to accommodate his erection. His beautiful mate laid exactly where the Alpha had left him that morning, curled in front of the fire. The boy was less enthused with Derek’s constant attention, would not be still and take his master’s cock. So he had been left with his wrists and ankles bound in silk ties. He could not have moved if he’d wanted to.

Derek growled happily, pulling the omega onto his knees, chest pressed into the ground. A muffled whimper escaped the slack mouth but he ignored it, instead driving his tongue into the sweet, pink hole. The body beneath his hands jerked and tensed unhappily, but within moments the scent of slick filled the room and coated Derek’s tongue.

He pulled back only long enough to jerk the boy towards him, slamming his cock into the waiting ass. The omega squealed and struggled feebly. Derek thrust harder, his rod enveloped in the satiny heat clenching tight around him.

It was a laughably short fuck, his knot inflating quickly and locking them together, but it eased the constant ache.

Derek flopped onto his side, taking the omega with him, the smaller body clutched to his chest. The boy was breathing heavily, face drawn in discomfort. Well, Derek could fix that. He trailed his fingers down the soft belly, pressing into the gentle curve before gripping the little cock in his palm. His mate jerked and shook his head but the Alpha ignored him. He pumped the short length roughly, too tight and too fast, his coordination draining out of him along with his cum.

The omega whined as he came, pale liquid dripping across the hand that dwarfed the little cock. Derek licked it clean.

By the time Peter arrived to report Derek had knotted the boy a second time and was four fingers deep in the sweet thing’s cunt, hand pressing the lithe frame back where he was propped on the throne. He would fist the omega before knotting him again, maybe that would slake his thirst.

“Alpha?”

“Speak.”

“I have resolved the matter of the field and the planting. But I think there is another matter we should discuss.”

Derek grunted.

“You seem very aroused of late.”

“And?” It was an inconvenience but it had not impacted his duties, why did it need to be discussed?

“Do you know why?”

Derek shook his head as he slid all five fingers into his mate, making the little thing keen loudly.

“Then you are not aware that your mate is pregnant.”

He froze, knuckles stretching his omega’s whole wide. “Pregnant?”

“Indeed,” Peter said and Derek could hear the smirk in his voice. “As an omega’s scent changes from fertile to fully pupped it impacts the alpha’s hormones, sending him into a faux rut.”

“Pregnant?”

“Yes, nephew,” the beta’s words dripped with fond sarcasm. “You fucked your omega with your big cock and now he’s pregnant.”

Derek ignored the low sob climbing out of his mate’s throat and pressed his ear to the far too flat stomach. But Peter was right, he could hear a second and third heartbeat, soft and faint but there. He laughed in delight and pulled the boy into a bruising kiss before turning to his beta.

“If he is pregnant then the tradition!”

Peter smiled proudly. “I shall gather the men of the pack.”

Derek did not watch him go, too busy pressing his ear back against the omega’s womb and listening to the delicate proof of life as he pumped his fist in and out of the boy’s hole.

A short time later Peter returned with the other males. Derek eyed the line of forty plus men with a pleased smile. It was not every man under his command, much of the army was off guarding the borders and raiding neighboring lands. But it was enough for the tradition.

Derek took the omega’s place on the throne and set the boy down between his legs, not bothering to untie him. He placed a hand on the soft head of hair, fingers curling to scrap agains the scalp.

“My omega is pregnant,” he announced. “He is the Alpha’s mate and must bear numerous strong pups. The milk of men will make him strong! Let the first man come.”

The first beta stepped forward, a tall broad man. Derek grinned at him and clenched his fingers in the omega’s hair with one hand and pried the pink mouth open with the other.

“Feed him,” Derek ordered.

The beta grinned back and flipped his loincloth aside, pumping his quickly hardening cock. Derek watched in satisfaction as the beta stroked himself to completion, the cum shooting perfectly into the omega’s mouth. The boy whined and tensed, trying to pull away, but Derek held him still as the next man stepped up.

Spurt after spurt was shot into the omega’s mouth. Some went wide, painting his cheeks and chins. One beta splashed a couple drops in the long, dark lashes. Derek watched it all in delight. It was a rite of passage to breed an omega and then let the village ‘feed’ it. It was a show of strength and unity. And when the men away on orders returned, they too would get a chance to jerk off in the sweet thing’s mouth.

Derek’s thumb brushed along the pale, tear stained cheek, his fingers keeping the delicate mouth wide. The omega swallowed convulsively, unable to spit the cum out. Sometimes the Alpha would stroke the long throat, encouraging the little thing to swallow without fighting so hard.

By the time the last man, Peter, was groaning in pleasure, cum dripping into the boy’s mouth, the omega had gone boneless in Derek’s grip. The beta stepped back and Derek moved his fingers, certain the boy’s mouth was sore. He reached down and wrapped his hand around the belly distended with cum and pups, growling possessively.

Yes, this was what he needed. He needed his pack to mark the omega, to claim the child as one of theirs. He needed the combination of scents and the satisfaction of showing off his successfully bred mate to the rest of the world.

The little thing trembled when Derek gathered him into his arms, but the Alpha rumbling comfortingly. The first time was always hard. Future ‘feedings’ would be better. And if his little one did not adapt for the first pup then he would for the second, or the third. The ‘feedings’ were part of life for a pregnant omega, and the boy would be wise to accept that.

Long house empty of all but Derek and his bitch, he took the boy to bed. One last knot to end the night.

Stiles suckled at the visiting alpha’s cock, trying to ignore the hand in his hair and the tongue in his ass. His Alpha had given him to the visiting wolves for the night in celebration of their peace treaty. The only rule was they were not allowed to knot him. Derek would not tolerate anyone breeding his omega. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t fuck him, Stiles thought bitterly.

He wanted to be in bed with his pups, curled around the twins protectively. Not kneeling on the floor while Derek supervised with dark hungry eyes, a pup cradled in each arm.

Stiles knew he would never be free, the pups were his collar. The mating bite could have been broken with enough determination and distance, but he could never leave his babies and he’d never escape with them. They tied him to the pack more securely than chains.

He gasped as the wolf behind him shoved his erection into his too dry hole, forcing him farther down on the cock in his mouth.

This was his life, now and forever.