(Expect a copious amount of fucking, cum, and dick. In the beginning there is a bit of dub-con/non-con, but in the end Arthur begs for it. Pairings include: GerUk, PrUk, RusUk, CanUk, UsUk, and FrUk. I believe they all get equal screen time. Also, this is omegaverse and there is knotting and scenting involved. Also, a snake is killed towards the end, just thought I'd warn ya. Enjoy)
“Arthur, love! Oh, Arthur, darling!” His mother was calling him, but Arthur continued ignoring her insistent nagging. He was bored out of his mind and whenever he did find something interesting his mother had to swoop in to tear him away. God, he hated that she acted like someone was going to snatch him from her overprotective side. He might be an omega, but goddammit he could hold his own in a heartbeat. Callouses on his knuckles and bruises on his shoulders proved that he could fight. No damn alpha was going to steal him without a struggle. Still, his mother’s shrill voice continued calling over the sounds of the jungle, completely ruining the serene atmosphere the young man was desperately trying to capture. “Arthur, sweetheart, you could at least pretend you’re enjoying our vacation.” She sounded exasperated at this point and Arthur finally glanced up with a heated glare.
“I would be enjoying it, mother, if you would stop nagging me.” He hissed at the Beta woman, watching with absolute disgust when she laughed and patted his cheek. He loved his mother, truly he did, but dammit she always treated him like a small child. Arthur jerked his head away, stomping down the jungle’s path in hopes of finding refuge in the back of the tour group. Of course, his mother’s ear-splitting voice only grew in intensity as she joked it was close to his ‘time of the month.’
Arthur’s cheeks enflamed as he stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes at the laughing woman. Fuck her and fuck this entire vacation. Sensing his embarrassment and humiliation, an older alpha tried to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, but Arthur pushed the hand away before stomping off the jungle’s path. He couldn’t fucking stand it when airheaded alphas tried to ‘make everything better’. He ignored the tour guide’s calls, only focused on how much he hated his family for picking some godforsaken jungle as their vacation for the year. A nice beach would have been a better choice, not the bug-infested, hot, miserable jungle!
With his frustration reaching a boiling point, Arthur set his sights on a pile of rocks stacked along the edge of a small ravine. He stood there a few seconds, before rearing his foot back to smash into the rocks. The sight of those pebbles flying everywhere was satisfying for a few seconds, but the shift of the ground underneath his feet told Arthur he shouldn’t have kicked those rocks. The ground crumbled beneath him and Arthur fell into the ravine with a muted yell and violently smacking his head on the ground.
He lay there dazed and hurting for a few minutes. Arthur couldn’t move and his vision was slowly going dark. The last thing he saw before the darkness overtook him was a concerned face peering at him from the bushes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sound of rustling and voices greeted Arthur when he woke up the next day. For just a moment, he thought he was back home and the entire vacation had been some terrible nightmare. He almost laughed at his imagination, until he tried to roll on his side and a pair of unfamiliar hands forced him to remain on his back. It took only a few seconds to realize the scents were off. The alphas near him were not his family.
Forest green eyes snapped opened to peer at the nameless alphas around him. There were six all together and each one seemed bigger and stronger than the one before him. Five of the alphas were all immersed in conversation in language that he did not know, but it was obvious from their pointing fingers that they were discussing him. The sixth one stayed by the omega’s side. A shiver went down Arthur’s spine as he realized the danger in his situation. The tour guide mentioned there were tribes that lived in the jungles, but Arthur couldn’t remember if they were dangerous or not. God, he’d hate to prove his mother’s assumptions right if he got eaten by a bunch of cannibals. Arthur didn’t know what cannibals looked like, but the alphas in front of him certainly could fit the bill. They were bared chested; except for each man bore a set of intricate tattoos following the curves of their muscles. In fact, the only clothing they wore happened to be a loincloth tied around their hips. It was all very minimalistic, even their weapons only seemed to consist of a few bows and spears.
Arthur made another notion to move, but those same hands kept him in place. Growling softly, he slapped the hand curled around his wrist, smirking with the yelp he received in return. Very suddenly all sets of eyes were on him and their intense stares made the omega uncomfortable. No one moved in those first few minutes, before slowly one of the blond haired alphas stepped forward.
He pointed to himself with a strong hand, “Ludwig.” The alpha said simply, pointing to himself again and repeating the word. Arthur was a smart lad and knew the alpha was trying to give him a name. If he remembered correctly, the tour guide said that most of the tribes came into contact with ‘outsiders’ so they knew some words. It was a very limited vocabulary, though. Arthur opened his mouth to return the favor, but Ludwig continued in his broken English. “Hurt.” He said as he pointed to Arthur’s head, before jerking his thumb towards the west. “Go tribe.”
The omega hadn’t the slightest idea what this Ludwig meant and his confusion was obvious to the alpha. He struggled for a moment before jerking around to wave another man forward. This time a silver haired alpha appeared with a pair of devil red eyes. He was interesting to look at, especially since Arthur felt the need to snap his thighs together. It was like this alpha could see what color underwear he had on that day.
“Gilbert,” the alpha purred, red eyes dancing in the evening sunlight as it filtered through the treetops. He was not as broad as Ludwig, but his chest was covered in scars. He was obviously a warrior of some kind and didn’t give Arthur a chance to even open his mouth. Gilbert pointed to his own head, rubbing against the top. “Help Omega home.”
Despite Arthur’s usual nonchalant attitude, he grew extremely pleased at the prospect of returning home as quickly as possible. His scent perked up instantly and he barreled through Gilbert’s next few words with his own. “Thank you. I’m Arthur and I want to go home now. You’ll help me to the path? Back to the city?”
It seemed Arthur was speaking much too fast for Gilbert to understand his English and he turned to the alpha beside him for a bit of help. As the longhaired alpha stepped forward and cocked an eyebrow at the young omega, a deep-seated irritation came over Arthur. He couldn’t comprehend how much he disliked the way this alpha ignited a fire in the pit of his stomach. It was such a strange combination of arousal and irritation. Obviously, Arthur hated every second of it. He wouldn’t be a prisoner to his body, no sir. He had better control than that.
A soft coo came from the new alpha’s direction as he walked closer to the omega and ran his fingertips across Arthur’s cheek. The omega snapped his teeth in the direction of those fingers to the absolute delight of the other alphas. “Francis,” the longhaired alpha greeted with just the hint of a foreign accent. It was almost like he’d spent entirely too long learning English from a Frenchman. “No city. Tribe.”
Arthur felt utterly frustrated once more as he balled his hands into fists and pressed them against his sore eyelids. He didn’t understand what they needed or even wanted. The path was only a few miles back, right? It was slowly growing dark and he wanted to be back with the group before nightfall. It had to be coming soon or Ludwig wouldn’t be making a large fire. Sighing, he dropped his hands to see almost identical alphas peering at him.
“Matthew,” the one with the wavy blond hair greeted before he nudged his brother with his shoulder. “Alfred,” the other one chirped, smiling at Arthur like he knew a big secret and was dying to tell the other man. Arthur found himself wanting to lean into the warmth of the brothers. They just had to be brothers too, because they looked too much alike not to be. He stopped himself short of leaning in, but watched with even more confusion as Matthew gently touched his skin. “Smell off.” He tried to explain, lilac eyes desperately searching Arthur’s own to help him understand. Arthur just shrugged, still struggling with their broken English. Alfred tried to help, pulling his hand up to sniff at his wrist. “Wrong scent. New scent.”
The omega groaned as he rubbed his temple to subdue his splitting headache. It was obvious they had something important to tell him, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. He closed his eyes to remember the important clues. They wanted to take him to a tribe, their tribe obviously, not a city. Okay, that was simple enough, but there was something wrong with bringing him to their tribe. Matthew and Alfred both emphasized his scent, so obviously he didn’t smell like he was supposed to. Maybe he smelled sickly or too much like ‘outsiders’?
He looked towards the last Alpha, a rather large man, and noticed how he was rocking on the heels of his feet. It looked like he was patiently waiting for Arthur to sort the riddle out. Well, Arthur didn’t graduate first in his class for looking pretty! He slowly rose to a kneeling position and tossed a smirk the last alpha’s way. “I smell off, like an outsider. So I can’t go to your tribe.”
They might not understand all of his English, but they were able to pick up enough words to know that he’d finally gotten it correct. Still, the final alpha did not step forward to introduce himself. Arthur felt a bit unnerved before turning his attention back to the others. “How do I smell better? Smell right or maybe smell good?” He asked in anyway he could just to make sure they understood him.
The final alpha smirked, stepping forward as his hand traveled down the expanse of his belly and began untying his loincloth. “Ivan,” he said without taking his eyes off Arthur. The omega’s eyes instantly dropped to the alpha’s soft cock nestled between thick thighs. It was only when an equally thick hand reached down to stroke the organ that Arthur snapped his eyes up to Ivan’s own. “Make smell good.”
When Arthur realized what the alpha intended to do, he tried to stand to make a run for it, but he found himself held down by a pair of strong, pale arms. Gilbert, his mind supplied the name instantly, was behind him and holding him tight. Arthur struggled with everything he had in him, but his struggling only wore himself out. He tensed as Gilbert’s free hand cupped his ass, massaging and teasing the round globe.
Fill 'em Up (1/3)
“Arthur, love! Oh, Arthur, darling!” His mother was calling him, but Arthur continued ignoring her insistent nagging. He was bored out of his mind and whenever he did find something interesting his mother had to swoop in to tear him away. God, he hated that she acted like someone was going to snatch him from her overprotective side. He might be an omega, but goddammit he could hold his own in a heartbeat. Callouses on his knuckles and bruises on his shoulders proved that he could fight. No damn alpha was going to steal him without a struggle. Still, his mother’s shrill voice continued calling over the sounds of the jungle, completely ruining the serene atmosphere the young man was desperately trying to capture. “Arthur, sweetheart, you could at least pretend you’re enjoying our vacation.” She sounded exasperated at this point and Arthur finally glanced up with a heated glare.
“I would be enjoying it, mother, if you would stop nagging me.” He hissed at the Beta woman, watching with absolute disgust when she laughed and patted his cheek. He loved his mother, truly he did, but dammit she always treated him like a small child. Arthur jerked his head away, stomping down the jungle’s path in hopes of finding refuge in the back of the tour group. Of course, his mother’s ear-splitting voice only grew in intensity as she joked it was close to his ‘time of the month.’
Arthur’s cheeks enflamed as he stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes at the laughing woman. Fuck her and fuck this entire vacation. Sensing his embarrassment and humiliation, an older alpha tried to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, but Arthur pushed the hand away before stomping off the jungle’s path. He couldn’t fucking stand it when airheaded alphas tried to ‘make everything better’. He ignored the tour guide’s calls, only focused on how much he hated his family for picking some godforsaken jungle as their vacation for the year. A nice beach would have been a better choice, not the bug-infested, hot, miserable jungle!
With his frustration reaching a boiling point, Arthur set his sights on a pile of rocks stacked along the edge of a small ravine. He stood there a few seconds, before rearing his foot back to smash into the rocks. The sight of those pebbles flying everywhere was satisfying for a few seconds, but the shift of the ground underneath his feet told Arthur he shouldn’t have kicked those rocks. The ground crumbled beneath him and Arthur fell into the ravine with a muted yell and violently smacking his head on the ground.
He lay there dazed and hurting for a few minutes. Arthur couldn’t move and his vision was slowly going dark. The last thing he saw before the darkness overtook him was a concerned face peering at him from the bushes.
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The sound of rustling and voices greeted Arthur when he woke up the next day. For just a moment, he thought he was back home and the entire vacation had been some terrible nightmare. He almost laughed at his imagination, until he tried to roll on his side and a pair of unfamiliar hands forced him to remain on his back. It took only a few seconds to realize the scents were off. The alphas near him were not his family.
Forest green eyes snapped opened to peer at the nameless alphas around him. There were six all together and each one seemed bigger and stronger than the one before him. Five of the alphas were all immersed in conversation in language that he did not know, but it was obvious from their pointing fingers that they were discussing him. The sixth one stayed by the omega’s side. A shiver went down Arthur’s spine as he realized the danger in his situation. The tour guide mentioned there were tribes that lived in the jungles, but Arthur couldn’t remember if they were dangerous or not. God, he’d hate to prove his mother’s assumptions right if he got eaten by a bunch of cannibals. Arthur didn’t know what cannibals looked like, but the alphas in front of him certainly could fit the bill. They were bared chested; except for each man bore a set of intricate tattoos following the curves of their muscles. In fact, the only clothing they wore happened to be a loincloth tied around their hips. It was all very minimalistic, even their weapons only seemed to consist of a few bows and spears.
Arthur made another notion to move, but those same hands kept him in place. Growling softly, he slapped the hand curled around his wrist, smirking with the yelp he received in return. Very suddenly all sets of eyes were on him and their intense stares made the omega uncomfortable. No one moved in those first few minutes, before slowly one of the blond haired alphas stepped forward.
He pointed to himself with a strong hand, “Ludwig.” The alpha said simply, pointing to himself again and repeating the word. Arthur was a smart lad and knew the alpha was trying to give him a name. If he remembered correctly, the tour guide said that most of the tribes came into contact with ‘outsiders’ so they knew some words. It was a very limited vocabulary, though. Arthur opened his mouth to return the favor, but Ludwig continued in his broken English. “Hurt.” He said as he pointed to Arthur’s head, before jerking his thumb towards the west. “Go tribe.”
The omega hadn’t the slightest idea what this Ludwig meant and his confusion was obvious to the alpha. He struggled for a moment before jerking around to wave another man forward. This time a silver haired alpha appeared with a pair of devil red eyes. He was interesting to look at, especially since Arthur felt the need to snap his thighs together. It was like this alpha could see what color underwear he had on that day.
“Gilbert,” the alpha purred, red eyes dancing in the evening sunlight as it filtered through the treetops. He was not as broad as Ludwig, but his chest was covered in scars. He was obviously a warrior of some kind and didn’t give Arthur a chance to even open his mouth. Gilbert pointed to his own head, rubbing against the top. “Help Omega home.”
Despite Arthur’s usual nonchalant attitude, he grew extremely pleased at the prospect of returning home as quickly as possible. His scent perked up instantly and he barreled through Gilbert’s next few words with his own. “Thank you. I’m Arthur and I want to go home now. You’ll help me to the path? Back to the city?”
It seemed Arthur was speaking much too fast for Gilbert to understand his English and he turned to the alpha beside him for a bit of help. As the longhaired alpha stepped forward and cocked an eyebrow at the young omega, a deep-seated irritation came over Arthur. He couldn’t comprehend how much he disliked the way this alpha ignited a fire in the pit of his stomach. It was such a strange combination of arousal and irritation. Obviously, Arthur hated every second of it. He wouldn’t be a prisoner to his body, no sir. He had better control than that.
A soft coo came from the new alpha’s direction as he walked closer to the omega and ran his fingertips across Arthur’s cheek. The omega snapped his teeth in the direction of those fingers to the absolute delight of the other alphas. “Francis,” the longhaired alpha greeted with just the hint of a foreign accent. It was almost like he’d spent entirely too long learning English from a Frenchman. “No city. Tribe.”
Arthur felt utterly frustrated once more as he balled his hands into fists and pressed them against his sore eyelids. He didn’t understand what they needed or even wanted. The path was only a few miles back, right? It was slowly growing dark and he wanted to be back with the group before nightfall. It had to be coming soon or Ludwig wouldn’t be making a large fire. Sighing, he dropped his hands to see almost identical alphas peering at him.
“Matthew,” the one with the wavy blond hair greeted before he nudged his brother with his shoulder. “Alfred,” the other one chirped, smiling at Arthur like he knew a big secret and was dying to tell the other man. Arthur found himself wanting to lean into the warmth of the brothers. They just had to be brothers too, because they looked too much alike not to be. He stopped himself short of leaning in, but watched with even more confusion as Matthew gently touched his skin. “Smell off.” He tried to explain, lilac eyes desperately searching Arthur’s own to help him understand. Arthur just shrugged, still struggling with their broken English. Alfred tried to help, pulling his hand up to sniff at his wrist. “Wrong scent. New scent.”
The omega groaned as he rubbed his temple to subdue his splitting headache. It was obvious they had something important to tell him, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. He closed his eyes to remember the important clues. They wanted to take him to a tribe, their tribe obviously, not a city. Okay, that was simple enough, but there was something wrong with bringing him to their tribe. Matthew and Alfred both emphasized his scent, so obviously he didn’t smell like he was supposed to. Maybe he smelled sickly or too much like ‘outsiders’?
He looked towards the last Alpha, a rather large man, and noticed how he was rocking on the heels of his feet. It looked like he was patiently waiting for Arthur to sort the riddle out. Well, Arthur didn’t graduate first in his class for looking pretty! He slowly rose to a kneeling position and tossed a smirk the last alpha’s way. “I smell off, like an outsider. So I can’t go to your tribe.”
They might not understand all of his English, but they were able to pick up enough words to know that he’d finally gotten it correct. Still, the final alpha did not step forward to introduce himself. Arthur felt a bit unnerved before turning his attention back to the others. “How do I smell better? Smell right or maybe smell good?” He asked in anyway he could just to make sure they understood him.
The final alpha smirked, stepping forward as his hand traveled down the expanse of his belly and began untying his loincloth. “Ivan,” he said without taking his eyes off Arthur. The omega’s eyes instantly dropped to the alpha’s soft cock nestled between thick thighs. It was only when an equally thick hand reached down to stroke the organ that Arthur snapped his eyes up to Ivan’s own. “Make smell good.”
When Arthur realized what the alpha intended to do, he tried to stand to make a run for it, but he found himself held down by a pair of strong, pale arms. Gilbert, his mind supplied the name instantly, was behind him and holding him tight. Arthur struggled with everything he had in him, but his struggling only wore himself out. He tensed as Gilbert’s free hand cupped his ass, massaging and teasing the round globe.