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aurborsau · 3 months

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Puritan AU inspired thought 🤔

Sweet omega Daniel is in the forest with other devout omegas, finding himself in nature and praying. But, oh no! He gets lost. The night is drawing in and the little darling is scared, desperate to find his congregation. He finally stumbled upon a beautiful cabin, hidden deep in the woods, and goes to beg for mercy.

Terry opens the door, and oh, look at that pretty shivering, doe eyed omega. Daniel, too innocent, begs for help and of course Terry will "help." He invites the little one inside, runs a warm bath, finds some (far too big) warm clothes, heats soup, and Daniel is beyond grateful. He falls asleep, purring and content. Terry knows to be patient with one of these godly kittens. Sure enough, just as Terry thought, the little one awakens and he's overcome with emotions he can't name. Daniel is desperate for something, his head clouded thanks to Terry's dominating scent, and there's a throbbing between his legs.

And yes, Terry feasts on that juicy little pussy all night.

When Terry finally takes him back to town and to church the Priest(s) have no option but to grant their blessing as it's clear Daniel is no longer pure. Perhaps by smell, or maybe there's a swelling to his belly.

“Are you alright little one?”

Terry had been following the scent of distressed omega, although it only took him a few feet from his cabin.

The omega freezes, looking at the alpha with impossibly wide brown eyes.

“Lost? Do you need help?”

Terry steps closer and he can see fear licking the edges of those eyes as he looks up at the towering alpha.

He must be part of the church, Terry thinks. They’re the only ones who come out here, although it’s usually not this deep in the woods. He must gotten separated and now lost; already fearful as night is falling.

As such, the scent of an alpha would be new to him; the churches are rarely comprised of anything but betas and a handful of omegas. It’s clearly adding to his distress.

A low whine comes from the small trembling omega.

“I mean you no harm. I only wish to help.” He gentles his voice, folding in on himself as much as he can in an effort to appear smaller and less threatening.

For good measure, he emits pheromones to help calm the clearly skittish omega. The last thing he needs - the last thing they both need right now - is for the boy to try and run.

Terry’s senses are on high, his alpha pacing, and he would give into instinct and chase, which would only terrify the little one.

This one got away from me. It is long, way too long for an answer so very, very NSFW, and is very, very heavy on the purity/virginity aspect and breeding even for the purity verse / by purity verse standards.

He sees the omega, frozen, poised like he’s not sure what urge to give into, fight or flight, neither which he would win, not against Terry so he is lowly warned, “don’t run.”

The alpha within is only getting more and more on edge, the low whining of the distressed omega adding to the acrid scent of fear which hangs in the air.

The little omega is a beauty, pure and simple, and his scent, once Terry gets past the fear, which is thankfully abetting, that smell is beyond delicious.

He has a feeling of what is affecting his alpha so.

It wants the boy.

Badly.

And he will have him.

Terry takes a few steps forward, carefully and slowly, so as to not spook the omega, and he is able to tell that the omega is coming into season.

It must be adding to his distress. He doesn’t look old enough to have had many heats, if any. Terry wouldn’t be surprised if this upcoming one would be his first. The poor thing, Terry thinks. No wonder he’s acting the way he is, all things considered.

He is probably untouched as well, and Terry can feel his fangs come down in response to such a little temptation, which has wondered into his woods, although he’s careful not to show his little lamb. He’ll find out once Terry sinks inside him; teeth in his neck and cock in his body.

“It will be dark soon, and staying out here won’t be safe.”

It’s not safe inside either, although the little omega doesn’t know that, but he will be well taken care of, of that Terry has no doubt.

He will breed well.

The pious ones always do.

A dark purpose wrapped in the guise of Good intentions; a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Blood will stain pure white soon enough - in so many ways - changing him forever - marked in a permanent way for all to see.

No, he has no plans of letting the little omega go free.

“It’s already too cold for you,” Terry says. The boy looks likes a small gust of wind would blow him over.

As if on cue, he starts shivering now, and it takes everything in Terry not to go over, pick him up and throw him over his shoulder. Take him back to the cabin and ravish the delectable little morsel until he’s ruined for anyone else.

These godly kittens spook easily and do not know the ways of alphas and omegas, especially when it comes to physical love.

For now though, the alpha only wants to wrap the omega into his arms, hide him away, covet him as one does priceless treasure, for that is what he is.

Terry is a selfish man and wishes to have it all to himself, and he will, if he can hold onto his patience.

The omega scents the air, finally drawing the scent Terry is projecting, and he gulps in big breaths.

It does the trick.

“You wish to help, alpha sir?”

Terry has to keep from groaning.

“Of course, little one. It’s what alphas do.”

The omega slowly comes to him, and they walk the short distance to Terry’s cabin, the omega a few feet behind. The pheromones he’s projecting lulling the little omega to a feeling of safety and by the time they reach the cabin, he’s perfectly in step with Terry.

Terry welcomes the omega in, the pheromones having completely calmed the little omega.

“You need to warm up. Please, sit by the fire.” A hand at the small of his back leads him to a small fire which Terry quickly has roaring.

An equally warm cup of tea is placed in his hands, and a blanket around thin shoulders, which he thanks Terry profusely for.

“I’ve run you a bath,” Terry explains. There are leaves stuck in the dark mop of hair, and smudges of dirt on sun kissed olive skin.

“What’s your name, little one?”

“It’s Daniel, sir,” he answers obediently, before hesitantly asking. “May I enquire about yours?”

“It’s Terry,” he answers as he extends an arm out to indicate to Daniel where to go. The little omega stands, clutching the blanket, walking ahead of him. Terry leads him with a hand on the small of his back, although it is dangerously close to the small but still delectable swell of his ass.

“You can change into some of my old clothes when you finish,” he explains. “They’re too small for me, and they’ll be too big on you but it will do until we can get these washed for you.”

He passes the blanket to Terry, but their hands touch, and Terry knows, in that instant.

What his alpha did.

Mate.

Wide brown eyes turn to the alpha, “what …” he mutters, unaware of that feeling was that just shot through him like lightning, but they quickly turn white as they roll up into his head, overwhelmed by the sudden bond that shot through him as soon as skin touched skin.

His legs give out, but he doesn’t hit the floor, Terry moving forward, catching him easily, scooping the now unconscious omega into his arms.

He inhales him - his mate. HIS!

The sweet scent of fertile omega and the smell of home - the best thing Terry has ever scented.

Something that the more he smells, the more intoxicated he becomes.

He knows he will never grow tired of that smell.

Will never get enough of that smell.

Will never give up that smell.

Daniel moans slightly and Terry brushes back sweaty hair plastered or his forehead.

Mate, mate, mate, roaring in his head.

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Daniel wakes on a large bed.

His hair is damp and his skin scrubbed clean.

The smell of the alpha is on the sheets, and he can smell the faint scent of the alpha on his skin because of it.

It is unlike anything he has even smelled.

Looking around he doesn’t see said alpha, and he tries to get off the bed, but his head is still fuzzy.

“Oh no,” a large hand, gentle but firm on his chest has him laying back down. “I want you to stay on that bed for me.”

He obeys, and although he would acquiesce to an older alpha’s orders regardless, this feels different; deep down, he feels like he wouldn’t be able to not obey. He needs to obey. He wants to obey.

“I was just heating some soup when I felt you wake,” Terry explains. “Are you hungry? You must be.”

Daniel nods, not picking up on what he said, about feeling him, and he whines the second Terry tries to step away, not even sure where it’s coming from, but when Terry cups a large hand against his cheek, he quiets.

“I’ll be back in a few moments little one. I promise.”

He doesn’t know why but a part of him feels better, and the scent coming off the too large shirt calms him as he waits for the man’s return.

“What happened?” Daniel asks as Terry takes a position next to him on the bed, helping him sit up and then to eat the soup.

“I think the excitement of the day caught up to you,” he lies.

The boy has no clue what it really was, and telling him now would not change the inevitable, and would only serve to spook him.

Even if Terry is sure his little mate has no clue either, in the physical aspects of love between alphas and their omegas.

“Were you separated from your church group?” Terry asks, not surprised when Daniel nods.

“How old are you?” Terry asks. Regardless of the answer, the omega is his but, if he isn’t able to take his husbandly rights yet, because make no mistake, they will be married and mated once Terry returns them both to town, sleeping in another room might be a necessity, if need be, until such a time when Terry can take said rights.

“I have recently celebrated my 18th year, alpha.”

“You have anyone special that might be missing you?”

Not that it matters - the boy belongs to him now.

He blushes, stuttering out that no, his life is devoted to his Lord.

Well, that will change soon enough Terry thinks.

Soon it will be me and our pups you are utterly devoured to.

“A noble cause,” he remarks. “I admire such conviction.”

It will translate over well to his new life.

They finish, and Terry makes sure he wants no more. The little omega is too thin, but, that will change soon enough as well.

He doesn’t allow the little omega out of bed for the rest of the day, the bond usually takes more of a toll on them then alphas. Once formed an alpha must be ready to defend and protect their mate after all.

He does check in every 15 minutes or so or his little one starts to fret, Terry sensing it through the bond which is more akin to imprinting at this stage.

It will solidify once Terry takes him.

Still, he forgot how needy omegas were after imprinting. His impending heat, which Terry suspects will be in a few days as his scent would indicate he’s in preheat, isn’t helping.

Not that Terry minds.

The little omega will take to being mated beautifully.

He will take to being bred as well. Of that Terry is certain.

That night they sleep in separate rooms, so that Terry does not take liberties. Liberties that would be within his rights, but he knows it will be easier on Daniel if Terry has him for the first time during the heat.

His body will be more accepting. He doubts the omega is anything but completely pure, in all ways, and Terry is well endowed, even by Alpha standards.

Daniel will have plenty practise, becoming accustomed to receiving his alpha in that manner, but this will be best, for his first time.

Daniel though, has other ideas, seeking the alpha out, quietly telling him that, “I can’t sleep,” and Terry holds open the blankets so that he can crawl in. Daniel quickly takes the invitation, even if he doesn’t realize what it will mean, come soon enough.

Terry can smell how close he is to being in season; how ripe he is.

For now he waits.

This becomes a routine.

During the day he helps Terry around the cabin, taking over cooking and cleaning duties, things associated to typical omega duties, while Terry makes sure the firewood is well stocked and they have what they need.

His little mate will never want for anything ever again. Him or their pups.

He smirks when he catches the faint smell of arousal wafting off the omega as he sits outside watching Terry work, blushing and looking away when Terry stops to wipe sweat from his brow, looking directly at Daniel as he does so.

At night, he seeks the innocent comfort of curling up in the alpha’s strong arms, feeling truly safe and at peace for the first time in his life. A sense of belonging that, he is ashamed to admit to himself, even the church could not provide.

Terry, for his part, holds the omega tight, a sense of wholeness, like finding a piece he didn’t realize was missing.

Still, he must be careful.

It only takes a couple days for Daniel to stop asking about when Terry plans to return to town, and can Daniel go with him to return to the church.

Terry does have to return to town, eventually. His sojourn away from his company is an annual thing, a way to escape it all for a little bit, but he has no plans to return with Daniel in tow until he is with Terry’s child.

Until there is no way the church could possible protest.

The bump proof of the boy’s ruin at Terry’s hand.

Not that they would.

Everyone knows the power and wealth of the Silver name. Everyone except his little mate, who seems to have no clue who’s web he has fallen into, but he will learn soon enough, what it means to be a Silver. The mate of one

Plus, Terry enjoys a good scandal and this will set tongues wagging, although he doesn’t know if he wants to stay out here until the boy starts to show to really set the rumor mill ablaze. They’ll be able to smell it on Daniel anyway, as a soon as it takes.

And that won’t take long, once Terry gets inside him. Not with how delicious he smells; how fertile.

Each night becomes harder and harder not to spread the boy open wide, bury his face and cock in his omega cunt; to claim him as is his very right.

As it were, a week in and Terry’s prediction comes to fruition. The boy climbs into his bed, snuggling in, and it doesn’t take long for Terry to wake, the scent of wet omega filling his senses.

Sweat gathers at his temples, the hair sticking there, and his face is already flushed, a most becoming shade of red, like he’s already been fucked.

Daniel wakes to Terry removing his night shirt, one of Terry’s old ones, and he realizes he is practically naked in front of the alpha.

“Terry,” he whimpers, not scared but wondering what the alpha is doing, but a wave of searing heat tears through him, and he doubles forward. He feels a gush, worrying he may have peed himself, his underwear uncomfortably wet. The soaked fabric presses against something down there, in a way that has his special omega place tingling.

The alpha places a hand on his arm and it helps.

“You’re in heat little one. The beginning anyway.” With how wet Terry can smell and hear he is, the full blown heat isn’t far off. “This will help.”

A hand rubs his arms and the tingling in his omega place becomes a steady throb, and he squeezes his thighs together, tight.

“Have you had one before or is this your first?”

“I don’t …” he whimpers, his face flushing further,before looking at Terry in a daze. “What’s a heat, alpha?” A sudden urge to call Terry by his designation.

Terry curses - he forgot how naive these pious ones were; Daniel even more so than most.

Oh to be given such a gift.

“Something an alpha needs to help you through.”

“Oh,” he whimpers. “Will … will you? Help me?”

“Of course, little one. I would be honoroed.”

It’s my right as your mate, soon to be husband he thinks, but the little omega will find that out sooner now rather than later.

Terry presses his lips to Daniel - the omega clumsy - his inexperience clearly on display. Terry would say it was his first kiss.

By the end of the night he’ll have many of the boy’s firsts.

In enough time, he’ll have all of them.

Licking into that sinful mouth now, he uses the distraction to test the heat between his legs, feeling how damp the fabric is when he teases his fingers over the mound.

They come back wet.

Daniel gasps into the kiss, which he thinks is the best thing he’s felt. That is until the alpha touches him between his legs, his omega place throbbing.

Still, as good as it feels, dangerously good - sinfully good - at the beginning like this, the heat haze just licking at the edges of his mind, setting throughout his body like poison in his veins, Terry’s touch is the antidote, soothing the burn.

Although the alpha’s hands feel good, and ease the slight burning starting from his core, he knows letting someone he isn’t married to touch him in such a manner is wrong.

“Alpha, Sir…” but small hands grip and cling to Terry’s arms as his hips try to follow the feel burning through him from the alpha’s touch.

Wanton little thing he’ll be - without even knowing or trying.

“This is what an alpha does to help, darling. This is what your body needs. That pretty little pussy played with. Touched. Tasted. Taken.”

Daniel blushes. Although he doesn’t understand the crude words, it’s the way the alpha says it.

“I need you to lay back for me?”

“This will help?” He asks.

“It will. Trust me. I know what you need.”

The thing is, Daniel does; implicitly.

The alpha’s hand trace his sensitive nipples, hard nubs from both the slight chill of the room and the featherlight touch of the alpha’s fingertips upon them.

Down his body, until ….

He gasps. The fingertips tracing the edge of his underwear dangerously; with intent. Although what that intent is, he knows not, but the feeling is causes in him, the accompanying gush of slick, must be a sin.

He tries to keep his legs clamped but a hand, firm but gentle, insistent, not to be denied, opens them.

The scent of arousal fills the air.

“This is helping,” Terry explains, bringing the fingers to his mouth to taste him.

Thighs splayed open, his covered omega cunt on display, the air damp with the scent of his arousal and sex.

Terry starts by rubbing at him through his underwear. The slick dampening the front further, watching as it the patch grows larger and larger, until it goes from damp to wet, the grey colour almost transparent from it.

He watches thin hips press against them, tweaking the hard nubs of small brown nipples that Terry cannot wait to get his mouth on.

There is no inch of his mate he will not have tasted; will not have consumed.

Positioning himself between Daniel’s legs, knowing he is ready for the next step, he rubs his cock through his slick folds - still outside his underwear.

Into his underwear next, running the length of his cock over the cute little omega rosebud, swollen with arousal, pushing them to the side to tease the head of his cock against the stiff bud; slippery skin on skin.

Then, his underwear is removed, and Terry is able to spread his mate’s legs wide, burying his face to taste it straight from the source and the omega wails, convulsing as he comes, the alpha lapping up every last drop.

He’s too dazed to even ask what that was.

Terry is still playing with his entrance, thighs twitching, omega cunt clenching - his little rosebud almost painful to the touch so Terry takes to circling around it but not directly on it.

Back to kissing now, eating the omega’s pretty little noises out of that pretty little mouth, his thumb, wet with the omega’s click, rubbing over his nipples, leaving them shiny with slick.

A finger slides in, to the knuckle, careful about the omega’s precious maidenhead. He won’t be making it through the night with it but Terry would prefer his cock have that honour.

His thumb rubs at the sensitive rosebud above, and Daniel comes again, slick squirting out, walls clamping down on the alpha’s finger and god, it’s going to feel good around his cock, Terry thinks.

The heat is full blown now, and he runs himself through the slick, catching on his hole, the head slipping inside just a bit.

He knows if he seeds the little omega it will result in a child, which would undoubtedly happen anyway, Terry getting his omega pregnant, just maybe not so soon.

He’ll pull out, he thinks, and if need be, give the omega four fingers, to try and simulate a knot.

He whimpers as Terry’s cock breeches his entrance, the first time anything has really been inside him, save Terry’s finger earlier.

“This is how you receive your husband,” he groans although it’s lost on the little omega whose tummy is trembling, and Terry swears he can see his cock through it.

Whimpering as the cock slides inside, slow and sure in its conquest; in its goal.

“Be calm … you can do it …. This is what you were made for - your body is made to take an alpha’s cock.”

His body yeilds, the soft walls giving into the pressure of the alpha’s claim. No other choice really.

His body giving it to do what it was designed for.

Watching now as the omega opens for him as he slowly presses inside, inch by inch, the searing heat of his hole, perfect and tight around him, his virgin body fits better than anything he’s felt.

This gift, Terry will cherish forever.

This gift Terry will spend a lifetime making himself worthy of.

Little whimpers and mewls, the omega squirming on his cock, thin hips shifting, body helping on instinct as it’s filled for the first time; yet still knowing what to do.

It’s a lot, not just for his first time, but anytime. His alpha’s manhood is … a lot. The head of his cock opening him up first, then the shaft which is just as thick and long: inch by inch carving out a space inside him, unrelenting as it stakes it’s claim of the little omega’s until now, unused omega cunt, his body completely pure in every sense of the word.

Steady and sure, Terry presses in, slowly opening him all the way, until his cock is in all the way, as deep as can be, reaching places inside Daniel no one has. Places inside him that will remained untouched by anyone but his rightful alpha.

Already, It feels too good, being inside his mate’s body, smelling how ripe he is, and Terry knows it’s a lost cause. He’ll knot the boy; come inside so deep, fill him so completely with seed, that anything but a child resulting would be impossible.

The boy will take to it though, like he’s taken to what Terry is giving him now.

He starts moving in and out, Daniel shaking and trembling as his alpha has him, his inner omega revelling at being claimed by such a strong and capable alpha. He submits, body and soul, relaxing into the penetration, accepting the coupling, the bond, and although he doesn’t realize it, the subsequent breeding that is sure to result.

The alpha feels the minute the omega accepts the bond, and his knots starts to well, the last step to cement their mating.

Harder and faster now.

Then he feels it - something even wider than the cock coring him, rearranging him. He feels it nudging against his entrance each time the alpha bottoms out.

Terry teases it against the boy’s entrance, grinding in, testing. Can feel the resistance as his knot presses against his already stretched entrance.

The omega’s body stretched impossible wide around the knot that slips in with a snap of the alpha’s hip, sealing them, and he cries out at the massive intrusion but the rush of endorphins as as Terry bites down on his mating gland, the euphoria of the bond cementing, take away any discomfort at the near violence of it.

The smaller body goes limp, boneless, as it accepts the knot, melting into the mattress.

Given no choice but to take it.

Take Terry.

Take his knot.

Take his seed.

Take it all.

Terry soothes his little omega, licking at the bonding bite, rutting his hips in as much as the knot will allow, stuck in place.

Little whimpers of oversensitivity as the knot tug at the sensitive entrance, obscene around the bulge of the knot.

The alpha comes and comes, around the tight fit, filling his fertile womb with virile seed.

“This is being mated - your duty as an omega - to take what your alpha sees as fit.”

“Alpha,” he slurs, knot drunk, crying out as Terry rubs at his rosebud, needing to feel the little omega come around his cock.

Over sensitive, the knot impossibly large inside him, he tries, kitten weak, to push those tormenting fingers off him, away from his still throbbing rosebud, but Terry pins his hand above his head, growing and Daniel comes, weak at best, walls fluttering around the intrusion and Terry groans as it triggers another way of his seed - balls drawing up - soft walls milking him for everything - filling his over stuffed omega cunt even more.

Terry comes several times before the knot abates enough to pull out and by that point the boy is so full, it was seeping out around the knot.

The little omega’s hole is obscenely used; Terry has never seen a better bred cunt.

“These are husbandly rights,” Terry explains. “I’ll be taking them often.”

He allows his precious little one to sleep, knowing he will wake soon needing more.

As predicted he wakes panting and crying for it.

Hands and knees for the next session, Terry doing most of the work, holding the little omega up to be used again.

His mate not even remotely used to physical love, let alone being bred.

Terry mounts him like that - and although he’s sore when the alpha presses back inside, the heat flaring up helps; his body needing to be full again.

When he knots him again the little omega is beyond overwhelmed, head lulling, little ah ah ahs as even more seed feels his tender womb, and Terry rolls them to their side, cooing and praising, soothing his little mate.

The heat breaks after that knotting session and Terry’s alpha roars with satisfaction and pride.

It means it took - his seed - and the omega is with child.

While not surprised, he is disappointed he never got to play with him during his heat more.

There will be other opportunities though.

The boy will take to his pregnancy - this successfully breeding - beautifully. Which is good, as Terry plans to keep him that way.

He runs a hand over his abdomen bloated and swollen from the alpha seed. It won’t stay that way for long - his cunt is fucked open and leaking the excess - but soon it will swell with something else. Something more permanent; for nine months anyway.

The omega purrs in pure happiness; content and satisfied, none the wiser of what the alpha has done, of the precision gift given to him that grows safe and deep within.

Terry kisses his mate and the feeling of love, safety and completeness follow Daniel to sleep.

The next day, he tells Daniel about the bond, that they are mated, and that Terry fully intends to marry him.

Daniel cannot having fallen for the alpha although he is none the wiser about the child the alpha bestowed upon him.

Daniel cannot contain his excitement, even is despite it all he is somewhat still naive of his new life and duties, serving his alpha in all manners.

Terry allows him a few days to recover, before taking his (soon to be) husbandly rights again.

The little omega is endearingly shy despite the debauchery of his first heat and his first time being loved in such a manner.

Daniel takes to those new duties with enthusiasm though, receiving his alpha, soon to be husband, whenever it is desired of him, and it is desired often.

Their life is ideal in the cabin in the woods, just the two of them, no distractions as they grown in their bond and learn about each other. But when the sickness starts, coming in the early morning, his little omega miserable as he bends over the toilet, the alpha rubbing his back, Terry knows it’s time to head into town, back to their home.

Have his little mate be looked at by the best doctors, and tended to by their staff.

They are going to love him.

Yes, the only thing he plans to have his little mate worry about is their child growing safe inside him.

The boy is young and heathy, and fertile, Terry himself is not that far removed from his twenties so they will be having a big family, of that he is sure.

He’ll break the news to Daniel then as he thinks he has picked up an odd illness of sorts. Terry is not sure the little omega knows yet that taking an alpha inside in such a manner results in a child.

But he knows the boy will worry, once he finds out the state he is in, about what the church elders will say, having gotten with child outside of marriage but Terry will remedy that soon enough and their child will not be born out of wedlock.

The boy will wear his ring and his last name, the only question is will his bump on display when Terry gives him both.

#holy this is so amazing #i’m gagged #i need a puritan verse

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aurborsau · 3 months

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Thinking about Puritan Daniel's wedding vows after you mentioned how Daniel said honor and obey in your latest fic. Because imagine how wild they'd be in anything-goes ABO verse!

"I promise to please and pleasure you whenever and however you desire, Sir.."

"I give my innocence to you so we may be blessed and I will birth your pups",

"I promise to kneel before you, to respect you as the Master of our home, Alpha"

And so on!

As his maidens are preparing him for the marital bed, they remind him to “honor and obey your husband.”

The same words he spoke in his vows not too long ago.

He’s nervous, skin erupting in goosebumps as they fix the nightshirt in place.

Not nervous because of his alpha, now his newly made husband.

They had been betrothed for years, ever since he presented and Terry had laid eyes on him, and they were only allowed to spend time together, chaperoned time, a few weeks before Daniel was of mating age, as Terry planned to wed him the very day he did. The man had been nothing but kind to him, sending gifts, beautiful letters, and he made sure his family was taken care of in the years leading up to the marriage, and that Daniel had everything he needed or wanted.

Terry had been nothing short of a gentlemen and perfect alpha.

His head handmaiden, an older woman, noticed his slight trembling as they dress him in the traditional loose nightshirt, in a sheer white, so that the omega, while dressed, is on display for their alpha when he enters the bed chambers.

It can’t be from the cold - Lord Silver had made it clear that the fires in both the antechamber where they are preparing him and the bed chambers where their marital bed is are to be keep roaring, so as the omega, a slight little thing, isn’t cold or liable to catch a one.

She knows how long the Lord has been waiting for this and is endeavouring to make his little omega as comfortable as possible.

“Are you feeling ill?” she asks, worried that they might have to fetch the doctor. Although he had been looked over this morning as part of the health check, as well as for other reasons.

The heir of a silver could only be bared by an omega of pure status.

“No, I …. “ he fiddles with the hem of the delicate night shirt. “It’s just that …. I’m still not quite sure ….” what I have to do, he thinks although he says, “what to expect.”

The younger ones giggle and she shushes them.

“He will show you these new duties.”

“Duties?!”

He had gone through the required omega courses a year leading up to this, as was normal in wealthy families of power and status, such as the Silvers, who also had a thread of nobility running through their lineage.

Why he choose a commoner of little standing, absolutely no dowry to offer, is still beyond Daniel.

Lord silver could have had anyone he wanted. He was the most eligible and sought after alpha. Although he bedded both male and females, he did lean towards male omegas, who were more rare than their female counterparts.

Still, if he wanted, he could have had all the male omegas, not just in his lands, but all around rounded up to be picked from.

But he hadn’t.

He had seen Daniel and declared that the boy would be his and that was that.

Daniel had wanted his family taken care of, which Terry had done.

He’d also handsome, making Daniel’s omega parts feel funny, and he was kind, so Daniel was excited about this day / had been counting down to it.

He wants to get this right - to be the best mate and husband for his alpha and to repay the kindness he had already shown.

“Marital duties -

“And what are those marital duties exactly?” he asks.

“He will take his husbandly rights,” she answers, although it isn’t really an answer, but she is unable to explain anything else to the nervous omega.

Oh yes - that had been mentioned in his lessons, but all they said were the physical expression of an alpha’s love and desire for his omega.

It had all been very secretive.

He was told to be responsive to his alpha’s advances, to be warm and welcoming which, he still doesn’t know what they mean by that.

“That is where I …” he tries to recall the words … “receive my husband.”

Again the younger handmaidens giggle and are shushed.

He recalls now the vows.

“I give to you, my alpha, my husband, both my body and my heart, I will do my duty as your mate which is your right to take and receive your blessing.”

He didn’t really know what all of it meant, although he knew a blessing meant a child, which he needed to cement the marriage or else, it could be contested, which he did not want.

However it happens though, he hopes he falls with child soon.

“Yes, do not worry. He will show you what it is you need to do,” she smiles warmly and he smiles back.

A golden goblet is brought to him.

“It will help with the nerves,” she explains and he gulps it down.

He’s lead into their bed chamber now, and he’s left standing there, alone, but it’s not for long, the door opening moments later, his alpha, resplendent in dark red robes comes in.

As his alpha - his husband - approaches he feels the hairs on his neck and arms stand up on end, although he can’t say he feels in danger. There is something in the air he can’t quite place, a movement to it, a heaviness, and he shivers despite the warmth of the room from the roaring fire by the bed.

His alpha is looking at him with an expression he can’t quite place. Daniel would say it was almost hungry - the way a starving man looks at food but what could he possibly be hungry for, Daniel thinks, looking at me.

The alpha’s eyes sweep up and down and Daniel knows everything he is is visible to the alpha - and his first instinct is to try and cover himself, the soft brown nipples hardening against the soft, sheer nigh shirt and the thatch of brown hair lower still, but his handmaiden’s voice in his head from earlier, reminds him.

“Do not try and cover yourself,” she said, knowing how the pious boy would probably react. “You belong to your alpha now.”

He had nodded.

“Everything you are is his, and he’ll want to see. He has waited long enough.”

He shivers as Terry steps closer, his hands clasping the hem of the night shirt to keep them from going up to block his body from the alpha’s appraising gaze.

“You look lovely.” A hand on the side of his face, tracing along the edge.

The alpha leans down, pressing his lips to the omega who responds as best he can, never having been kissed before.

The few chaperoned dates they had, allowed Terry only the ability to kiss his hand, and, in one am occasion a chaste kiss to the corner of Daniel’s mouth which had sent pleasure zipping down his spine, setting into his special place, his omegahood throbbing in a way he never felt before. The feeling was new and scary, yet welcome.

Now though, the pleasure has him not only throbbing but pulsing, pressing his legs together instinctively, and he feels … something down there … it feels almost wet between his legs.

A hand up his nightshirt now, that Daniel didn’t even register, fingertips tracing the slick folds that hide his most secret place and Daniel gasps as his husband’s fingers brush against something that send sparks of pleasure through him. It must be his rosebud, something the omega was forbidden to ever touch and he knows now why.

It throbs and aches, a warm blooming from within as the fingertips start rubbing up and down, then in small circles which start featherlight but turn more firm and demanding.

Daniel gasps into his husband’s mouth, who takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, tasting his prize, as his other hand finds small sensitive nipples, rubbing them to hardness through the sheer garment,

His legs spread of their own accord, body reacting on instinct, opening for the alpha.

He slots his hand between them now, Daniel whimpering as his hips start moving, once again, his body reacting for him, his mind hazy, rubbing himself along the edge of his husband’s hand, forgetting himself; his behaviour wanton.

“That’s it. Find your pleasure little one,” the alpha praises, and he can hear wet noises as his hips work faster and faster, the hand between his folds now.

His head swims, his limbs loose and relaxed, the elixir from earlier coming into affect. The pleasure is mounting and mounting, and unbeknownst to him, he’s soaking his husband’s hand.

Then he feels it - waves crashing over him, his omega cunt clenching.

Terry brings his hand up, dripping the omega’s slick and release, licking it clean almost lazily.

“What ….” He starts and his husband chuckles.

“That was an orgasm,” his alpha explains. “You came.”

He’s gently laid out on the bed, large hands splaying his thighs open wide, his night shirt ruched up around a slender waist.

His husband’s hand finds it way back between those spread legs, fingers dipping in to trace his entrance, still shuddering in aftershocks.

More slick is gathered, Terry bringing them to his mouth, groaning at the taste of his omega’s pleasure.

Daniel comes back to himself, realizing, with horror, of his behaviour … what does his husband think of him.

“Now, now, none of that. These are my husbandly rights …. “

Oh, Daniel thinks.

“These are your duties to me on our marital bed …” and anywhere else Terry plans to have his little mate. No part of the house will go unchristened … nor any part of his mate’s body for that matter.

“Private vows now, just between us. Repeat after me.”

“I promise to please and pleasure you whenever and however you desire, Sir,” Terry says and Daniel obediently repeats.

“So I shall do the same for you - endeavour to bring you pleasure.”

“And a blessing?”

His husband opened his own robes now, and Daniel sees his first glimpse of his husband in all his glory.

His manhood, for the omega was taught the rudimentary biology of an alpha, the differences between them and omegas, is quite bigger than the vague drawings he was allowed to be shown.

“Many many blessings,” Terry promises, stroking himself as Daniel’s legs are opened once again. “All in due time, but we’ll get started now,” Terry says as the alpha presses his lips to his special omega place, knowing a second orgasm will only help in getting his mate’s virgin body to open for his cock,

He plans to keep the vows he just uttered, and needs his little mate loose and relaxed, and Daniel feels blessed already.

I was imagining an old fashioned night shirt for this as pictured below BUT sheer and shorter.

#i’m obsessed

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