Arthur admired the delightful curves of Alfred's thighs as he slid the lube-slicked finger deep into his omega, relishing the way it caused his soon-to-be-mate to come undone. "When you're in heat we won't need to do this." He said heatedly, gripping the skin of his thigh as he wriggled the finger inside of him. "You'll be dripping with heat slick..."
"Oh god..." Alfred moaned, squirming. "I- I don't, nnh... I don't know what that i- is..."
The alpha gently added a second finger and felt the tight muscle clench and squeeze before it relaxed. Scissoring him lightly, he said, "You'll self-lubricate in anticipation. Oh-- you'll be so wet we'll have to change the sheets every other hour. It'll just keep coming and coming-- just like me inside of you once I have you knotted proper."
Alfred made a sinfully delicious sound.
"I'll bite your neck so hard your ancestors will feel it. You'll be marked as mine-- you'll smell like me..." He let his fingers curl up to where he knew the omega's prostate was, rewarded with a strangled cry for his efforts. "I'll fill you up and you'll be so pregnant you won't be able to walk..."
"P- please..." Alfred gasped, begging.
"What do you want, poppet?" Arthur purred.
"I want you inside-- now, ah, please..."
"You're not ready."
Alfred made a frustrated noise. "I don't care!"
Chuckling, Arthur removed his fingers as he let his hands wander that perfect arse. "Straddle me, then." He told him, and Alfred did as commanded, turning to face Arthur as he eagerly swung a leg over his lap. Arthur shifted his cock so that the head was teasing the omega's entrance. "Lower yourself." He said.
And then Alfred did and oh god he hadn't expected it to feel that good and fuck. The alpha's fingers dug into the omega's hips as Alfred sunk onto him, only stopping once the cock was fully sheathed even down to the bulb at the end which had slid in with a satisfying, yet lewd, stretch.
Alfred was shaking, his entire body rosy-red from arousal flush as he panted from exertion. Arthur stared up at him appreciatively, "You're so fucking beautiful." He said, unable to help himself as he gave a small, teasing roll of his hips.
The omega barked out a quiet yelp of pleasure as his spine curled and he gripped at the sheets at Arthur's sides. "This feels--... this feels--,"
"Different?"
"Y- yeah..."
Arthur jerked his hips again, making Alfred cry out as his head snapped up. "My hormones are probably sensitizing your body. I'm in rut... and you can feel it." He started to rock his hips now in earnest as Alfred took every thrust with a not-so-soft cry. "You can feel every inch, can't you? You might be on top but I'm so bloody deep inside of you. Can you feel it? Can you feel how close I am to your uterus? If you were in heat I would fill you until you burst. You'd be my filthy, beautiful mess. Oh god, I love you..."
Alfred eyes snapped open but before he could say anything Arthur jerked his hips to see just how deep he could go into that lithe, pliant body, and the omega choked on a moan as he presumably hit the other male's most sensitive spot.
So he kept hitting it. Again. And again. His hands were gripping Alfred's wrists for leverage as he bucked up into him until the omega was screaming.
"A- Ar-- I--," Alfred struggled as Arthur kept up his unrelenting pace, the message only going through as hot, wet spurts of semen shot free of the omega's cock, painting Arthur's stomach in a heated mess.
The walls of the omega's body shuddered around his girth in tight tremors and the alpha felt as his orgasm was forced and he came as well, unable to hold back or resist as he eagerly jerked ribbons of seed into his mate-to-be, the knot attempting to inflate with a pitiable stretch before giving up as his cock began to turn limp.
Despite the mess, Alfred collapsed on top of him, breathing in harsh pants as he shook lightly with aftershock.
The urges of rut momentarily subsided as his length slid free of the omega and, for the moment, he simply stayed like that with Alfred, his nose pressed to the omega's hair as he wrapped his arms around the cooler body that smelled sweetly of sunshine, sand, and sex.
You describe Arthur's rut brilliantly!! The image you paint of Alfred is so wanton and sexy that I'm hot for him!! I love that they can understand each other better now. It makes for more dirty talk :) more please!!
After the rut had subsided, everything seemed to settle back into a strange sort of normalcy for Arthur.
His new abilities made communication with both Alfred and Matthew easier and he was growing closer with the former omega by the day. Despite how they had never discussed it, he recalled clearly his declaration of love during the throes of frenzy, and while his mind might have been clouded, his words had been earnest. Perhaps their circumstances weren't the best, but he had found some good in all of it.
And he was beginning to really feel a sort of happiness in that.
Cautious, Alfred had taken up his digs again, assuring Arthur that he would be safe and cared for while he was gone. Kidnappers had gotten through once, but it was promised to him that it shouldn't happen again. As paranoia would do him more harm than good, Arthur chose to believe Alfred, and so he was left alone once more in the safety of his omega's room.
Yet perhaps he had kept something of a secret.
It hadn't been intentional, but he had never really gotten around to telling Alfred that along with his new speech capabilities, his reading had also been affected. He wasn't certain if the scanning of his brain had picked up on that, but from Alfred's behaviour towards him he was convinced that the omega didn't know. And, quite honestly, he had tried so many times to figure out these futuristic books that even if his mate-to-be did walk in on him with a book in hand, he would think no more of it than if a toddler held the same object.
He did want to tell him, but the chance never seemed to come up. Alfred would go and come back exhausted and somehow, between the cuddling and the sweet nothings, he couldn't find the time to tell him. It seemed such a trivial detail.
But, oh the books taught him so much about this world! As confusing as it all was, there were wars and battles and ideals that were completely foreign to him. Maths and lands and technologies that he had never heard of. All of it documented neatly in Alfred's shelves within books that became easier to handle once you recognized that certain scrawlings were commands. It was very user friendly, even if he had struggled with it at first. He still wasn't sure what everything did, but he felt like impressing Alfred with his ability to figure it out. He might have been from the past, but god help him if he didn't try his best to adapt to the now.
And so, as Alfred left that day, he wondered which book he should look at. There was one he was fairly certain was a fictional account if the fantasy details were any indication, although he couldn't be sure. There was another that gave a historical recollection of this very palace. There were quite a few that focused on the study of the mind and another grouping that seemed to detail some of the major historical finds of this century and--
And...
Arthur blinked and looked at the desk with mild surprise.
Alfred's tablet sat there, innocently left behind as the archaeologist had fled in a hurry. From what the alpha had gathered, the omega never left that behind. It was crucial to his ability to record data and research information and Arthur liked to think it was essentially a modern day computer in its widespread usage.
And there it sat.
Suddenly Arthur realized that a knot of curiosity was forming in his chest. Oh, sure, he had seen and handled the tablet before but that was always under the pretense that he couldn't read a damned thing it said. Still, he could hardly imagine the harm in it. It was a computer, right? Perhaps this was his chance to learn how to look up information rather than just satisfying himself with what he had on hand.
It could open him up to so much more.
Conflict gone, he sat down at the desk and picked up the thin device, pressing a button that, while unfamiliar, he knew read 'on' in small font. The screen came to life and he felt his heart race with anticipation. Oh-- if only he could learn everything this world had to offer he would never be bored in this room. There was so much that this time had to tell him and so much more that he wanted to know. What had become of his old country? What had become of humanity? What had his friends and family experienced? What had happened to the world in times after he should have reasonably been dead?
He wanted to know so much.
And yet he paused at the words that were on the screen, a document that Alfred had left up from prior browsing, and he froze.
Investigation into subject A1's tampering inconclusive. Data suggests infiltration via opposing operatives. Damage irreversible but benign. Intent unknown.
Current A1 testing means to prove the Dliken Hypothesis. Stage 1 complete. Stage 2 requires further investigation.
Program Summary:
A1 monitorization has been increased to prevent further breach of protocol. Subject has fully recovered from the procedure, but side effects include increased libido, increased physical affection, and increased production of A1 specific hormones B and F. Results suggest a subsequent test in six to ten months, half dosage with increased security. Subject is ready for fertilization project, however study suggests that subsequent testing would be more beneficial.'
Arthur stared at the screen, a figurative stone having lodged itself quite comfortably into his stomach. This was... this was talking about him wasn't it? All of it? And it wanted more experimentation on him...?
More?
As in, the prior one had been on purpose...?
But Alfred and Matthew had been so angry or... had they been? True, they had only really seemed upset and surprised by his ability to speak and understand their language. Was that the tampering this went on about? Could he be wrong? Maybe this was just upsetting him because it was all so clinical? Perhaps he was completely mistaken?
Unable to stop himself, the alpha read on.
'Subject A1 demonstrates attachment levels 87% to Breeder O1. Further study is needed for transference of attachment to Breeder O2 and O3.'
Arthur suddenly felt sick. How could he be misreading this? He wanted to mate Alfred-- he had told him he loved him! Was this really suggesting that they move him onto other omegas? So that he might keep impregnating them...?
His head hurt. His heart hurt. It felt like the world was spinning as it turned on its head. He wanted to deny it-- he wanted to misunderstand. Was he really so stupid? Was this something completely unrelated to him that he was just misreading?
'Biological compatibility suggests further breeders be selected based on strength of offspring--,'
No. No he wasn't misunderstanding this.
Arthur turned off the device.
Feeling lost as a strange sense of vertigo gripped him, he stumbled to the shower, stripped, and sat under a scalding stream of water until his tense muscles finally relaxed from defeat and exhaustion.
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Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 19)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 06:40 am (UTC)(link)"Oh god..." Alfred moaned, squirming. "I- I don't, nnh... I don't know what that i- is..."
The alpha gently added a second finger and felt the tight muscle clench and squeeze before it relaxed. Scissoring him lightly, he said, "You'll self-lubricate in anticipation. Oh-- you'll be so wet we'll have to change the sheets every other hour. It'll just keep coming and coming-- just like me inside of you once I have you knotted proper."
Alfred made a sinfully delicious sound.
"I'll bite your neck so hard your ancestors will feel it. You'll be marked as mine-- you'll smell like me..." He let his fingers curl up to where he knew the omega's prostate was, rewarded with a strangled cry for his efforts. "I'll fill you up and you'll be so pregnant you won't be able to walk..."
"P- please..." Alfred gasped, begging.
"What do you want, poppet?" Arthur purred.
"I want you inside-- now, ah, please..."
"You're not ready."
Alfred made a frustrated noise. "I don't care!"
Chuckling, Arthur removed his fingers as he let his hands wander that perfect arse. "Straddle me, then." He told him, and Alfred did as commanded, turning to face Arthur as he eagerly swung a leg over his lap. Arthur shifted his cock so that the head was teasing the omega's entrance. "Lower yourself." He said.
And then Alfred did and oh god he hadn't expected it to feel that good and fuck. The alpha's fingers dug into the omega's hips as Alfred sunk onto him, only stopping once the cock was fully sheathed even down to the bulb at the end which had slid in with a satisfying, yet lewd, stretch.
Alfred was shaking, his entire body rosy-red from arousal flush as he panted from exertion. Arthur stared up at him appreciatively, "You're so fucking beautiful." He said, unable to help himself as he gave a small, teasing roll of his hips.
The omega barked out a quiet yelp of pleasure as his spine curled and he gripped at the sheets at Arthur's sides. "This feels--... this feels--,"
"Different?"
"Y- yeah..."
Arthur jerked his hips again, making Alfred cry out as his head snapped up. "My hormones are probably sensitizing your body. I'm in rut... and you can feel it." He started to rock his hips now in earnest as Alfred took every thrust with a not-so-soft cry. "You can feel every inch, can't you? You might be on top but I'm so bloody deep inside of you. Can you feel it? Can you feel how close I am to your uterus? If you were in heat I would fill you until you burst. You'd be my filthy, beautiful mess. Oh god, I love you..."
Alfred eyes snapped open but before he could say anything Arthur jerked his hips to see just how deep he could go into that lithe, pliant body, and the omega choked on a moan as he presumably hit the other male's most sensitive spot.
So he kept hitting it. Again. And again. His hands were gripping Alfred's wrists for leverage as he bucked up into him until the omega was screaming.
"A- Ar-- I--," Alfred struggled as Arthur kept up his unrelenting pace, the message only going through as hot, wet spurts of semen shot free of the omega's cock, painting Arthur's stomach in a heated mess.
The walls of the omega's body shuddered around his girth in tight tremors and the alpha felt as his orgasm was forced and he came as well, unable to hold back or resist as he eagerly jerked ribbons of seed into his mate-to-be, the knot attempting to inflate with a pitiable stretch before giving up as his cock began to turn limp.
Despite the mess, Alfred collapsed on top of him, breathing in harsh pants as he shook lightly with aftershock.
The urges of rut momentarily subsided as his length slid free of the omega and, for the moment, he simply stayed like that with Alfred, his nose pressed to the omega's hair as he wrapped his arms around the cooler body that smelled sweetly of sunshine, sand, and sex.
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 19)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 19)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 20)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-23 01:38 am (UTC)(link)His new abilities made communication with both Alfred and Matthew easier and he was growing closer with the former omega by the day. Despite how they had never discussed it, he recalled clearly his declaration of love during the throes of frenzy, and while his mind might have been clouded, his words had been earnest. Perhaps their circumstances weren't the best, but he had found some good in all of it.
And he was beginning to really feel a sort of happiness in that.
Cautious, Alfred had taken up his digs again, assuring Arthur that he would be safe and cared for while he was gone. Kidnappers had gotten through once, but it was promised to him that it shouldn't happen again. As paranoia would do him more harm than good, Arthur chose to believe Alfred, and so he was left alone once more in the safety of his omega's room.
Yet perhaps he had kept something of a secret.
It hadn't been intentional, but he had never really gotten around to telling Alfred that along with his new speech capabilities, his reading had also been affected. He wasn't certain if the scanning of his brain had picked up on that, but from Alfred's behaviour towards him he was convinced that the omega didn't know. And, quite honestly, he had tried so many times to figure out these futuristic books that even if his mate-to-be did walk in on him with a book in hand, he would think no more of it than if a toddler held the same object.
He did want to tell him, but the chance never seemed to come up. Alfred would go and come back exhausted and somehow, between the cuddling and the sweet nothings, he couldn't find the time to tell him. It seemed such a trivial detail.
But, oh the books taught him so much about this world! As confusing as it all was, there were wars and battles and ideals that were completely foreign to him. Maths and lands and technologies that he had never heard of. All of it documented neatly in Alfred's shelves within books that became easier to handle once you recognized that certain scrawlings were commands. It was very user friendly, even if he had struggled with it at first. He still wasn't sure what everything did, but he felt like impressing Alfred with his ability to figure it out. He might have been from the past, but god help him if he didn't try his best to adapt to the now.
And so, as Alfred left that day, he wondered which book he should look at. There was one he was fairly certain was a fictional account if the fantasy details were any indication, although he couldn't be sure. There was another that gave a historical recollection of this very palace. There were quite a few that focused on the study of the mind and another grouping that seemed to detail some of the major historical finds of this century and--
And...
Arthur blinked and looked at the desk with mild surprise.
Alfred's tablet sat there, innocently left behind as the archaeologist had fled in a hurry. From what the alpha had gathered, the omega never left that behind. It was crucial to his ability to record data and research information and Arthur liked to think it was essentially a modern day computer in its widespread usage.
And there it sat.
Suddenly Arthur realized that a knot of curiosity was forming in his chest. Oh, sure, he had seen and handled the tablet before but that was always under the pretense that he couldn't read a damned thing it said. Still, he could hardly imagine the harm in it. It was a computer, right? Perhaps this was his chance to learn how to look up information rather than just satisfying himself with what he had on hand.
It could open him up to so much more.
Conflict gone, he sat down at the desk and picked up the thin device, pressing a button that, while unfamiliar, he knew read 'on' in small font. The screen came to life and he felt his heart race with anticipation. Oh-- if only he could learn everything this world had to offer he would never be bored in this room. There was so much that this time had to tell him and so much more that he wanted to know. What had become of his old country? What had become of humanity? What had his friends and family experienced? What had happened to the world in times after he should have reasonably been dead?
He wanted to know so much.
And yet he paused at the words that were on the screen, a document that Alfred had left up from prior browsing, and he froze.
'Subject A1 recovery stage complete. Hormone trigger 7765 results inconclusive. Frenzy levels reached 10, subsequent practice demands lower dosage. Halved recommended. Results may vary.
Investigation into subject A1's tampering inconclusive. Data suggests infiltration via opposing operatives. Damage irreversible but benign. Intent unknown.
Current A1 testing means to prove the Dliken Hypothesis. Stage 1 complete. Stage 2 requires further investigation.
Program Summary:
A1 monitorization has been increased to prevent further breach of protocol. Subject has fully recovered from the procedure, but side effects include increased libido, increased physical affection, and increased production of A1 specific hormones B and F. Results suggest a subsequent test in six to ten months, half dosage with increased security. Subject is ready for fertilization project, however study suggests that subsequent testing would be more beneficial.'
Arthur stared at the screen, a figurative stone having lodged itself quite comfortably into his stomach. This was... this was talking about him wasn't it? All of it? And it wanted more experimentation on him...?
More?
As in, the prior one had been on purpose...?
But Alfred and Matthew had been so angry or... had they been? True, they had only really seemed upset and surprised by his ability to speak and understand their language. Was that the tampering this went on about? Could he be wrong? Maybe this was just upsetting him because it was all so clinical? Perhaps he was completely mistaken?
Unable to stop himself, the alpha read on.
'Subject A1 demonstrates attachment levels 87% to Breeder O1. Further study is needed for transference of attachment to Breeder O2 and O3.'
Arthur suddenly felt sick. How could he be misreading this? He wanted to mate Alfred-- he had told him he loved him! Was this really suggesting that they move him onto other omegas? So that he might keep impregnating them...?
His head hurt. His heart hurt. It felt like the world was spinning as it turned on its head. He wanted to deny it-- he wanted to misunderstand. Was he really so stupid? Was this something completely unrelated to him that he was just misreading?
'Biological compatibility suggests further breeders be selected based on strength of offspring--,'
No. No he wasn't misunderstanding this.
Arthur turned off the device.
Feeling lost as a strange sense of vertigo gripped him, he stumbled to the shower, stripped, and sat under a scalding stream of water until his tense muscles finally relaxed from defeat and exhaustion.
He was a tool.
He had known this.
He was meant to produce offspring.
So then why did he feel so betrayed?
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 20)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-23 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)He isn't the only one who feels betrayed. God please I hope the next part is out soon, I can't wait. AHhhh
Re: Looking Forward to Tomorrow (Part 20)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-23 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)