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Antinous was practically thrown onto the soft bed, letting out an involuntary yelp as he hit the mattress. His heart was pounding and his cunt was already dripping slick but before he could even try to rub his legs together for friction, they were spread as wide as they could go. His mouth was hanging open, eyes wide as he looked at the alpha above him who, after being around him for four years, he was realizing wasn’t just an alpha. He was a pureblood alpha.
And he had just pissed him off.
“What the fuck was that?” Telemachus growled.
“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Antinous stammered.
“Oh don’t act like you’re actually as dumb as I like to think you are. What were you doing letting that- that self-eating snake of a beta get so handsy with you?”
“Eurymachus was messing around, that’s all. It’s not like he’d actually try anything. Sure he knows I’m an omega but-”
“Everyone except my mom knows you’re an omega!” Telemachus interrupted, “And that’s only because I’ve been able to help you hide your heats from her and you’re surrounded by enough alphas to mask your scent. Gods, imagine if any of the other suitors had you during your heats. They’d expose what you are to not just my mother but all of Ithaca. Your father was already disappointed in you enough in you being a late-bloomer. If they exposed you as an omega…you’d be lucky if he took you back after my mother turned you away for not being able to do what you’d be expected to do as a king.”
Normally Telemachus’ insults would be nothing to him, but in that moment they hurt so much more than they had any right to. He couldn’t think of any retorts as his mind was filled with desire to make it up to the pureblood alpha above him.
Antinous knew he wasn’t the brightest, but that moment really made it clear how true that was. King Odysseus was an omega and Queen Penelope was a beta, but they both had an alpha as one of their parents. Being royals, obviously people who knew about how inheritance of rankings worked made guesses on what the prince would be as soon as it was clear the queen was pregnant. And when he presented as an alpha just a couple of months after the suitors started to arrive, there was the possibility that he was a pureblood. But Antinous, like most other suitors, had assumed that he could have either been an alpha or omega and just got lucky, not that he had inherited the alpha trait from both of his parents. Of course Anthous couldn’t dwell too much on his faulty assumption that he really should have realized far sooner considering how long the prince had been fucking him for both of their sakes. After all, he was in the alpha’s bed.
And he had to pay the price for his mistake.
Telemachus let go of his legs, but only so he could move over him and pull Antinous into a sloppy but commanding kiss. Antinous wrapped his legs around Telemachus’ waist, pulling him close. He was filled with the kind of desperation he only felt when he was in his heat, or sometimes in his pre-heat. And as he breathed in the overwhelming scents that Telemachus was letting off while he was leaking slick like a spring, in the back of his mind he realized something.
Pureblood alphas were rumored to be able to have far more power and control when highly emotional, especially over the one they desired to mate with. And Telemachus was being incredibly possessive and wanted to teach him a lesson.
That bastard was forcing his heat to come early.
“Fuck, you smell so good right now.” Telemachus groaned into Antinous’ mouth, “You want me to breed you, my pretty little omega? You want your alpha to knot you?”
Antinous wanted to tell him to not call him pretty. He wanted to tell him that he wasn’t his alpha.
That was not what he said.
“Please alpha, I need you inside of me.” Antinous whimpered.
“You might just get me into an early rut if you keep acting, smelling, like this.”
“Well you’re putting me into heat, so it’s only fair.” Antinous scoffed, managing to just barely get a hold of himself.
“Oh. Huh. I…didn’t know that could happen.” Telemachus slowly said, the possessive demeanor slipping.
“You’re a fucking pureblood!”
“Don’t raise your voice at me, bitch.”
Antinous was all but forced to shut up at a command like that. The worst part was that he couldn’t even be mad or annoyed or even embarrassed. He was doing what he was meant to do as an omega. He had messed up, daring to be so brazenly close with a beta when he had an alpha who had helped him so much so close to him. He needed to be knotted, to be bred, to be claimed.
Oh he was so fucked.
Telemachus practically tore off Antinous’ clothes –what little clothing he wore; gods he really was as much of a whore as Eurymachus said he was– but Telemachus didn’t strip as well. Instead he left a trail of firm kisses down Antinous’ body before stopping at his cunt that had already all but soaked the sheets. His pathetic excuse for a dick was pathetically twitching while his cunt was practically begging to be stuffed; he was sure his dick used to be bigger, but in the time since he finally presented shortly after arriving at the palace years ago it had shrunk significantly and he had long since stopped calling his cunt his ass because he knew what its purpose really was. He was born to be stuffed with pups. It’s not like he’d ever be able to please a female beta and a male beta really just taking an easy option. But a pureblood alpha like Telemachus? Something so rare? The prince was out of his league and yet he still wanted him so badly that he was sending him into heat and forcing his own rut just to be able to prove a point. And he was daring to treat him so tenderly despite the almost painful hunger he seemed to be radiating.
“Eurymachus will never give you what I can.” Telemachus said plainly, like it was an inarguable fact, “You know that, right?”
“Yes.”
“So why did you let him touch you, pull you into his lap like you’re a servant girl? Why did you let a fucking beta act like he can ever treat you the way you should be treated, the way you need to be treated?”
“Because I knew you were watching.” Antinous admitted with a whimper, squirming as his cunt was practically quaking with need, “I knew you were watching and I wanted you to do this to me. To put me in my place.”
“Mmm, thank you for telling me the truth, puppy.”
“Will you fuck me now?”
Telemachus let out a heavy exhale at that question and Antinous saw how the alpha was practically drooling, but instead of going to fuck him, he just nipped at Antinous’ thigh, making the omega whine.
“Patience, my omega. You seem to be forgetting just how lucky you are to have me. All the alphas and betas here wouldn’t be able to treat you right. They have their heads up their asses and would never dare to take care of a needy little omega like yourself, especially not when you have such an attitude. But I like your attitude. But more than that, I love the way you taste.”
Telemachus dipped his head down and ran his tongue over Antinous’ soaking cunt, moaning at the taste of the omega’s slick. He wrapped his arms around Antinous’ legs to pull him as close to his face as possible, lapping at him like a dog drinking water before slipping his tongue inside. Antinous could damn near pass as a woman with the sounds of his moaning and whimpering, feeling far more pleasure than he had any right to just from Telemachus eating him out yet also longing for so much more. It was almost torture, being serviced in a way no self-respecting man in the palace would dare to for a simple omega like him while also being denied what he yearned for. And thanks to the pureblood having the gall to accidentally force him into heat, he was just going to have to deal with his insatiability that wouldn’t be satisfied until he was knotted and bred like a bitch.
A bitch that by nature, he unfortunately was.
“Please, more, alpha.” Antinous begged as the prince kept licking at him.
The grip around his legs tightened and even that simple action was able to make him whine. He knew how much Telemachus was enjoying himself but he couldn’t even mock him for it. No, instead he just felt proud that he was able to make the alpha so happy. Even if he knew he’d be able to make him even happier by taking his knot, especially with the scents filling the room that absolutely confirmed that Telemachus had gotten himself to go into rut alongside Antinous’ heat. He was going to be able to do so much for the alpha.
His alpha.
No, no, Telemachus wasn’t his alpha. He wasn’t his alpha. He wasn’t his alpha. He wasn’t his-
“Alpha, alpha, Telemachus PLEASE!”
Antinous cried out far louder than he should have as he felt a wave of pleasure being ripped through him as his orgasm somehow snuck up on him. He wanted to hate how easy it was for him to cum when he was in heat but how could he ever think of doing that while getting eaten out by a fucking pureblood alpha prince? He was panting and drooling as Telemachus was damn near drinking his slick from his cunt. His hips were bucking against the prince’s face but the grip on his legs was still holding tight, keeping him from actually moving away. Any overstimulation from the continued pleasure was swiftly turned enjoyable as Telemachus made no move to stop eating him out. Antinous could only whimper and whine and writhe on the prince’s bed until another orgasm was pulled out of him. Only then did Telemachus let go of his legs and sit up with a lust-drunk smile as slick and spit were dripping down his chin, the fluids getting caught in the little facial hair he had and making it so the lower part of his face was practically shimmering in the light.
“Have you learned your lesson now, omega?” Telemachus asked, his words barely not slurring.
“Yesss.” Antinous exhaled, spreading his legs wider, “Now please, fuck me. Take out any lingering frustrations that you have on my cunt. Stuff me so good I’d never even glance at another alpha, much less a beta.”
“Good girl.”
If Telemachus had dared to call him that at any other time, Antinous would have punched him. But after being forced into an early heat, having cum twice already just from the prince’s tongue, and laid out on the prince’s bed with their scents filling all the air in the room, he couldn’t help but feel honored considering the alpha was known –mocked– for treating women with such reverence, especially compared to the suitors.
“I’m going to make you mine.” Telemachus growled with a smirk on his face as he lined himself up, “You won’t need my mother. You’re never going to be a king.”
Antinous was barely paying attention to the words being spoken to him. Most of his thoughts were occupied with wondering why he wasn’t getting fucked yet.
“I swear to the gods above and below, Antinous. I will make you my queen.”
Telemachus finally slammed into him and Antinous just felt himself fill with pure bliss. He had never felt so good before in his life, not even with his past heats and especially not when helping Telemachus with his past ruts. Everything felt so much more incredible than it had any right to. As the alpha began to pound into him, everything felt right and he knew he was exactly where he belonged. He was a fool for being in such denial before and even more of one for letting Eurymachus lay so much as a finger on him before. But if doing such a thing got Telemachus to show such command…then maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this.” Telemachus husked, “I bet this is the real reason why you were acting like such a whore earlier. Not because you wanted to be punished, but because you wanted to be reminded just how pretty you are.”
“You…think I’m pretty?” Antinous managed.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, my omega. And I don’t want anyone but me to be able to touch you so that nobody tries to steal your beauty. And they won’t ever think of doing that again once I’m done with you.”
“Is that a promise, my prince?”
“It’s a fucking threat.”
Telemachus captured his lips in a rough kiss that Antinous could hardly reciprocate with the strings of moans and swears as the alpha fucked into him mercilessly. He couldn’t string a coherent sentence together, much less a coherent thought. He just wanted to get fucked until he passed out, to be knotted and bred by the pureblood alpha that he was lucky to be allowed to catch the scent of. And as the alpha’s lips trailed down his neck down to his shoulders where he covered his skin in marks and bites, he craved the feeling of getting his scent glands bitten into, being claimed. His whole body ached to finally be owned and, if he was lucky, to be able to leave his own mark on the pureblood.
Another orgasm tore through Antinous as the alpha bit down on his shoulder hard, hard enough to draw blood. He was practically writhing beneath him, hips bucking in the air as his useless dick twitched pathetically. The alpha only chuckled at him before moving a hand down to stroke him while still keeping up his brutal pace. Antinous practically screamed out a moan from overstimulation but that only added to the alpha’s amusement.
“Do you like it when I rub your clit like this? Surely you must. You’re just a dumb bitch in heat all thanks to me. You need everything that I give you and so much more. You need me to knot your sopping wet cunt, to make you fat with my pups.”
“Yes, yes alpha, please, touch me, breed me.” Antinous begged, desire making him want to agree to everything the alpha said, barely putting in any actual thought to his words.
“You’ll look so beautiful bred. Your stomach growing larger, your tits filling with milk…fuck I’ll make sure your chest never aches from being too full. You’ll be my queen, my precious queen that nobody will even look at without my permission. You’ll stay with me instead of all those nasty suitors. I’ll keep you safe. You and our children. Gods, I’m just going to breed you again and again until you aren’t fertile anymore. And maybe I’ll pray to make sure that doesn’t happen. I’ll make up for the proper childhood I lost by having you give me, us, so many children that we’ll take such good care of together. That sounds wonderful, right?”
“So fucking wonderful. Anything for you.”
“You want to be a mommy, Antinous?”
“Yes.”
“You want to be mine forever?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck, I love you, Antinous. I love you so fucking much.”
Antinous didn’t have any hope of responding as he felt the alpha’s teeth clamp down on his neck around his scent glands. He felt like he couldn’t even breathe as waves and waves of pure bliss filled his entire body. Bliss that was made so much more intense as after a few harsh thrusts he felt the alpha’s knot push into him. His vision went white as he came almost painfully hard, if he was capable of feeling pain anymore. He didn’t know how long his mind was blank, all he knew was that once reality came back to him, tears were streaming down his face as he felt so full, being stuffed with a frankly impressive amount of cum, the knot still firmly inside of him. Tender kisses were placed over the bite on his neck and he just softly whimpered. Everything felt so much more intense than it ever had before but he didn’t want to change a thing, not when he was able to cling to the alpha on top of him.
“Pretty little queen.” Telemachus whispered against his skin, “My pretty omega, so precious, all mine.”
Antinous felt like he couldn’t even move, but that wasn’t a problem at all, especially not when the alpha collapsed on top of him, still mouthing at his skin and occasionally whispering things that Antinous could barely make out. The overpowering scent in the room was still strong, but it had lessened slightly. Antinous still felt an ache inside of him, wanting more still, but if the alpha, his alpha, his Telemachus, needed a moment to catch his breath, then he would happily lay there, knot still securely inside his cunt.
“Antinous?” Telemachus eventually mumbled, finding some clarity through the haze of arousal.
“Mmmm, what do you need, alpha?” Antinous hummed, weakly smiling down at the prince laying on his chest.
“I…fuck, I- I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I…” Telemachus trailed off as he looked at the bite mark on Antinous’ neck, “Shit. Shit. Oh fuck I claimed you. Gods, no, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have- I don’t- I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Do you regret it?” Antinous asked, voice sounding weak and scared as he felt tears that he somehow hadn’t run out of still in his eyes.
“No! Or, I don’t think so? I just- it’s not supposed to happen like this. Not while we’re not thinking clearly. I’m still not thinking clearly because gods you have no idea how much effort it is taking to dare to feel concern over you right now instead of just pride and ownership. These kinds of bites are supposed to happen mutually and when both parties are certain that they want to stay together. I’m practically forcing you into a marriage by biting you there!”
“And…what if I want that?”
“What?”
“I want to be yours, al- Telemachus. I want to be yours. In the time I’ve been here you have helped me so much. I don’t deserve someone like you. And yet you want me. Please, don’t apologize.”
Antinous reached up and brushed his hand over Telemachus’ neck, the prince’s breath hitching as his fingers grazed his scent glands.
“I love you too.”
“R-really? You do?” Telemachus asked, looking almost giddy.
“Yeah. I do.’
“Oh. Great! Good. Um, wow I was not expecting that. Huh. I- I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do now?”
“Let me claim you too?” Antinous offered with a smirk.
“Oh come now puppy,” Telemachus chuckled, dominance coming back into his tone, “I’m going to have to make sure you’re actually bred before I let you do that.”
Antinous moaned as Telemachus pushed himself up and the knot shifted inside of him, having deflated slightly but still being noticeable. The look in Telemachus’ eyes, looking down at him like he wanted to devour him, was almost hypnotizing.
“Whose are you, omega?” Telemachus asked with a commanding growl.
“Yours, alpha. Yours.”
And he wanted to give into it wholly.