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The moment that Adrien Agreste opened the door of his home, he was greeted not by one of his multiple mates, but by the echo of grunts and slick squelches, punctuated by the crash and creak of bed-springs that sounded as if they were on the verge of splitting.
And after he'd invested all that money in an exorbitantly expensive mattress and box spring, too.
Not unexpected.
“I'm coming into the bedroom, okay?” he asked while starting to unbutton his dress shirt.
He sighed in long-sufferance despite a thrill of eagerness and the heady pounding of blood in his ears that resounded, the rush of instinctual need and breeding-furor that was already thickening and heating his blood, tossing his keys into a bowl by the door.
Completely predictable.
Especially because the corridors had reeked of hormonal Omegas before he'd even reached his floor.
And there he was, easy to find even if Adrien had been blind, and bereft of his olfactory senses.
But thank God he could experience all of this with each and every one of his senses; it was a glutting feast: sweet Omega slick heavy in the air, mingling with sweat, the whines and bestial cries of a pleasure-drunk and needy bitch.
Or bitches, not that there was a hint of discourtesy in the term.
A good Omega bitch was to be cherished, bred and put into his or her place, but adored, venerated in the way that he most desired.
“Oh, fuck, Adrien! Thank God you're here,” came the hoarse shout from his very first Omega. “Need you, bro!”
Adrien shook his head with a regretful shrug. “Sorry, bro. You look like you've got enough help to last for a little while.”
And the sight.
Off on the second king-sized bed, Marc and Nath were tending to the needs of his best friend, Nino, whose heavily-pregnant belly was quivering as he bucked and nearly screamed. The two artists were pleasuring him to the best of their abilities, Marc latched on to one of Nino's nipples to suckle up the colostrum that was spilling out, massaging the other swelling pectoral, while Nath was little more than a thatch of red hair between Nino's legs, having taken the entirety of the tiny, flaccid cock that was, at the best of times, barely visible beneath his bro's baby bump into his mouth.
In tandem with their other mate, he was working Nino with gentle suckles and sweeps of his tongue, while Adrien's first Omega gaped as he was milked.
Of course, when Nino had set off their collective, shared heats, they'd fallen into a rut that necessitated Adrien's ample and enthusiastic assistance, so all the Omegas were pregnant and already lactating.
Caring.
Loving.
Helping.
Family.
And growing larger with the pack that they were so generous as to gift to him; he was going to be a father four times over, be able to correct every one of Gabriel's errors, substitute kindness for cruelty.
It was enough to hold back the aggressive instincts for just a few moments as he nearly teared up at the sight.
But someone else was also tearing up.
Sigh.
These three mates were already friends, or lovers in the case of Marc and Nath, so they had no trouble caring for one another throughout the duration of their pregnancies and beyond.
Luka, on the other hand, always had an independent streak.
Teal-frosted hair matted with sweat and clinging to the pillow under his head, Luka lay splayed out on their bed.
To preserve his sensitive eyes, the blinds had been drawn closed, and he had hunkered down into the nest or fabrics, mostly Adrien's clothes and dozens of mating blankets that the blonde had purchased.
Luka and Nino had started to prepare the shelter instinctively before either of them had even known that they were pregnant, but supplies had been provided readily when the scent of Pregnant Omega had become obvious only a few days later. Adrien had whooped, swung the smaller men in his arms, and danced through the apartment, laughing in a bliss he'd never imagined.
Now, of course, the pregnancy was obvious, Luka's monolithic belly like a rounded hill on his otherwise sinewy body, a savoury juxtaposition between smooth lines of muscle, delightfully male, and the proud proclamation of his status as a breeding bitch, all of it coated in a sheen of sweat as humped and writhed, working his own needy ass-pussy.
Couldn't even wait for Adrien to get home, or let the others help him.
Those pregnancy hormones were a bitch for his poor needy bitch.
Also, Adrien loved thinking that word - really liked turning the idea of having a bitch over in his mind.
Probably had something to do with his father's attempts to make him one, despite his status as a Alpha, in his youth.
Not physically – Gabriel had some standards – but mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
Allowing the other members of his pack to care for themselves, Nino now reciprocating by latching on to Marc's nipple while the effete young man and Nath frotted their soft, weeping cocks together to try to ease the ache, Adrien stalked over to the mewling Omega.
"You're so precious, baby girl, so good for me,” he said, tossing his shirt to the floor and admiring the mess his Omega had made of himself. Luka had to learn, though, be praised and put in his place. “You know that you shouldn't touch your clit, and here I find you, fingering your ass instead, getting yourself all ready. I'm so proud that you don't even have to be caged anymore. Such a good breeder cocksleeve for your Alpha."
Warm yet dull eyes rolled back into Luka's head at the declaration. An Omega caught in hormones, pregnant or undergoing heat, needed to be reminded of his Alpha's affection and ownership so that he could be satisfied and feel safe, and Adrien was happy to oblige, stroking the smaller man's thigh to help ease him through his attempt at proper masturbation.
Luka seemed all but incapable of withdrawing his probing fingers from his rear as he splayed himself open, already well lubricated. His cock jutted into the air, raging – despite the hormones that feminized him more and more every time Adrien rutted him, helping his body adapt to care for the baby.
He was the only one of Adrien's Omegas who could still maintain an erection – and held steady in a firm grip that Adrien was pleased to see was not trying to stimulate his breeder's shaft, just beyond the heavy balls that lay, functionally useless, between his legs. Braced against the bed, he hadn't really touched himself.
"Good Omega," Adrien growled as he swelled from his sheath, his slacks bulging with the thrill that his beautiful bitch knew that, when hard, omegas' cocks may not have actually been "vestigial" but they were not the source of pleasure for a breeder.
"Adrien, please!” Luka mewled. “I'm dying here."
The simple sight of Luka's winking hole as he scooped up the slick pouring forth in a translucent wave had Adrien aching, marvelling at the glistening smooth flesh that called to his instincts, so pretty and pure and ready-begging to be ruined as his Omega plunged into his hole with two fingers, so gluttonous and wanton, and then screamed as he came, just from the odour of his Alpha pervading the room, claiming him and scenting their nest.
A chorus of groans from behind him suggested that the others had done the same.
That was enough for Adrien to take pity on his needy bitch. He sidled up towards the bed, undoing his belt and shucking his pants so that his cock could slide free and Luka could simply stare as if in awe, pressing his face into the mattress so that he could present like the needy, hormonal bitch that he was.
"It's okay, love. It must have been so hard for you to be away from me all day." The older man shuddered as a low clap of flesh resounded in the room, Adrien tapping his backside with a firm strike of his palm to get him to stop fingering himself. “You did so well, making sure you were ready for me when I came home.”
Refraining from touching his cock for this long? Luka deserved a reward, so Adrien graced his bitch with the touch of his fingers, smooth strokes to his thighs, catching the edge of the Omega's cock and dragging out whimpers and then an echoing scream as Adrien began to finger that tempting boy pussy with brutal strokes, delighting in watching him come undone while Adrien scissored open the flesh that clung and gripped his fingers.
That wouldn't do at all, though the sight of him trying to splay open his hole was a delight.
"I know that you want my knot, Luka, but I need to check to see if you've stretched your slutty boypussy before I can fill you up properly and breed you like the good little girl you've become."
"Ug. Come on! Can-can hear it in your song, Angel,” Luka begged, words slurred like he had just polished off his tenth rum-and-coke, without the coke. “You want it. Don't leave me hanging. Put it in please- I can take it- I need it! Break me!"
He asked nicely.
“Good Omega.” With a rough jerk, Adrien clasped hold of his Omega's hips and tugged him to the edge of the bed, unable to resist the alluring-sweet scent of the flopping and dribbling cock on display.
“Should have let the others take care of you, though,” Adrien chastised for good measure. “It's okay to be a needy slut when you're with your mates.”.
Immediately, his Omega loosing a needy coo, Luka's legs spread wide to show off the ass that he'd been preparing so dutifully for hours, loose and red, begging for his Alpha's seed.
“Hm. Becoming such a good girl for me, Luka,” Adrien hummed. “You want me to help you?”
Slick with sweat, lubricant, and the thin streams of milk that were leaking out of his nipples and trailing down the divots of his chest, just above the swollen belly, ripe with Adrien's children – the family that he had needed so badly for so long, Luka bucked the instant that Adrien's slick shaft pressed against his palpitating hole.
"Breed me! Alpha, please; I need your cum so bad, Angel!" Luka whimpered, clutching at his ass cheeks to hold himself open and tempt his lover inside, showing off his pretty, winking hole that dribbled translucent Omega-slick and dripped from his thighs to stain the bed.
Unlike Alphas, male Omegas self-lubricated. Thank God for evolutionary biology. The sight of that ample flesh and emasculated need was simply too enthralling to resist for even a moment longer.
Caught within the madness of his own burgeoning heat, spurred on by Luka's pregnancy hormones lying thick in the air, Adrien surged forward with a thrust that buried him to the hilt inside of his mate's blissfully warm hole.
“So sweet for me, baby,” Adrien growled into his bitch's throat, nipping at the tender flesh just above the man's pulse-point. “Feels good to be a good and honest cock-slut, doesn't it?”
Luka's hissed reply was instantaneous. “Yesss, Alpha! So good. Fuck! It's so damn good.”
Like a frantic animal spurred on by the death throes of his sweet prey, Adrien humped into the whining and mewling Omega beneath him, thrilling at the dominance afforded to him at last, but in his eagerness, collapsing forward to plant his hands on either side of Luka's stomach, he kept flopping free, only one out of every few thrusts striking true.
“More, Angel! Please!” Luka cried.
A snarl of frustration slipped from Adrien's lips, echoing Luka's plea for more, for a tie, as the slick Alpha knot butted up against the near-alabaster curves of supple flesh that deformed with Adrien's frenetic pace.
Growls, whimpers, and snarls flooded the room as Adrien plunged his cock into Luka's ass in ceaseless, sloppy thrusts, adoring the sight of his brood-mare as Luka began to massage his chest as if trying to reemphasize the fact that he was barely even a man anymore, focusing on the dripping nipples that would one day soon feed their litter of pups.
“Yes, Angel! Yes, please breed me!” Luka screamed and whined, hips rising as best as possible given his position as he was nearly bent in two by Adrien, who forced his legs further back to breed him more easily.
But as the rush of climax set fire to Adrien's veins, he knew that he couldn't, some awakened Alpha instinct spurring him not to breed but to claim, to mark up his mate inside and out before they tied and his beautiful bitch found the release that he'd been craving.
With a guttural roar, pinning his bitch to their soft nest while hiking his ass high, Adrien pulled himself free of that clenching warmth, leaving the distended and clenching ruined boy pussy palpitating to gape and drool.
He had to make an even worse mess of it, of his mate, in all the ways that Luka loved.
Twisting and contorting on the bed before Adrien, Luka's entire form, body slick with sweat and the trails of slick that had poured down his thighs and ass, splashed over his legs by Adrien's careless humping, writhed. His spine arched to the point that Adrien nearly though that it was going to snap as Adrien grabbed his thick Alpha cock, just above the searing hot knot and pupped himself to an orgasm.
Flecks of cum burst and splattered, his seed pouring out over his Omega's thighs, ass-cheeks and hole. From the high-pitched cry that Luka loosed, eyes blown wide and staring up at the cock that Adrien was shaking free from the last gobs of his semen, Adrien's bitch had just convulsed his way through a dry orgasm from being slathered in cum, his hole marked up by seed that he clutched at, trying to drag the thick trails of viscous liquid into his boy-pussy.
“Aww. Fuck no! Angel,” Luka begged, only looking slightly torn as to whether he should try to stuff Adrien's seed into his ass or his mouth. “Need it inside! Fuck it into me, please!”
Adrien couldn't leave his Omega needy, tough.
“Such a good little breeder cum-slut, aren't you?” Adrien puffed, just holding his tip to Luka's stained rear as his bitch shivered at the affirmation. “That's why I love you. Why you get what you need.”
The furious breeding that followed crushed Luka to the bed, arms and legs shivering uselessly, and set his distended belly rocking as he clung on, lost in the fury of pregnancy hormones that caught him up in the daze of a heat, without the possibility of release or relief.
Adrien knew that, just from the smell of him, the incoherent drivel that burst and popped from his mouth, and his own instincts that transcended words and even thought.
An Alpha understood his Omega's needs.
There was nothing sweeter to Adrien than the tight caresses of his bitch's pussy, the loving Omega who had given him a home, and watching him break, cum without even thinking of touching his cock, was best of all. His bitch needed him, was wholly dependant on him and his love and was at this moment moaning, begging, humping as he moved his hands to clutch at Adrien's hips,
Everything was Adrien's to give and take, and while an admitted little shit who adored teasing his Omega, that was what mattered: in the end, he had so much to offer
That more than anything had his knot swelling up again, ready to tie his Omega.
“Ugh- so fucking good for me, baby girl – you've earned it, haven't you?” Adrien gasped, blinking rapidly against the sting of sweat dripping into his eyes. “Earned your Daddy's knot?”
“Fuck!” Luka choked. “Daddy, A-angel, anything! I'll be good. Promise. I'll earn it, please!”
As Luka clawed at the rumpled bed sheets, his voice rising in a pitch to the point that Adrien was sure that it was nearly enough to make every Omega in the building so wet from instinctual jealousy that they would begin pawing and whining at their own Alphas for release, the Alpha thrilled.
His mate had fallen into the bliss of being bred, lost but for the one addled thought of being good and proper for an Alpha, Adrien, who now had a tight grasp of Luka's thighs, pressing his legs up to his chest in a proper mating hold.
Useless, save as a sign that he was nothing more than a breeding hole for his Alpha, and not a man who used his cock, Luka's member flopped and jerked. The frenetic need to knot and breed spurred Adrien forward, awash in the pheromones that had pervaded their apartment.
There was just something so wholesome and right about his knot jamming into Luka's sphincter, being suckled and teased and kissed, threatening with each thrust more forceful than the last to breach that barrier and lock them together.
Then, one final push, his grip leaving dotted bruises on Luka's hips as he raised up the smaller man and slammed him into the knot, spreading, straining, stretching, and opening up.
“Fuck, Angel, that's it!” Luka whined drooling while Adrien could feel the jealous stares of their mates on his back, taking in their needy guttural tones as they tried to satisfy one another. “So hot Breed me again – fuck another baby into me!”
Impossible given Luka's swollen belly, but an Omega didn't have to make sense. Furious thrusts finally struck true as his knot was buried inside of Luka's distended hole, cascading waves of pleasure boiling up inside of Adrien's balls as the tie set off his own orgasm, flooding Luka's ass and marking him once again as the Agreste heir's bitch.
As his heavy load of seed swelled up Luka's breeding tunnel. Adrien knew from the screams that his Omega had been washed away by an orgasm, simply from the sensation of being filled properly, and that alone sent him spiralling, balls spasming and clenching while his Omega's lovely boypussy milked him with rapid undulations.
Of course, that was obvious too from the sticky sensation of cum painting Adrien's abs with the first jet of release. He looked down, past Luka's heaving chest, to the splattering of cum along the underside of the Omega's pregnant belly, mingling the with the copious trails of milk that were spilling even faster from Luka's nipples.
To the symphony of groans and whines from the pile of Omega flesh and the scent of his other bitches' orgasms, slathering each other in milk and their own thin, impotent seed, Adrien and Luka cuddled through the knotting, whispered sweet nothings and a gentle, vibrating purr easing his taut and quivering Omega through one, near-continuous dry orgasm, triggered by the sensation of all that fluid being pumped inside of him, his walls stretching and straining gloriously around Adrien's cock.
Break down Luka's defences, degrade him, make him honest, strip away the anxieties and sense of responsibility that his mother had thrust on him, just letting him be.
That was why Adrien adored being an Alpha. He could protect and care, but so often that meant breaking an Omega's independence.
Minutes later, after pulling free, Adrien gripped the base of his still-burning erection and, with his mate's pretty boy-pussy on display, winking and leaking seed, he was caught up in the need to tease the poor, writhing bitch, Alpha instinct prodding him to degrade, take ownership, remind his Omega that the bitch was his property.
That was the only way that either of them could be happy.
Luka needed to be reminded of that.
Unlike Nino, Marc, and Nath – who had begged Adrien to step in, breed them and keep them safe from predatory and degenerate Alphas who would use them without care because they were paired Omegas - the guitarist had spurned Adrien's initial advances.
That pride or independent streak had nearly cost him when a heat caught him unexpectedly and he'd started presenting. Chat Noir had to fight off a half-dozen other Alphas, which was rather easy for a super-hero, before knotting the Omega on a rooftop.
If Luka had just embraced being owned, none of that would have happened.
Thin dollops of cum were periodically being pushed out of Luka's ass as the Omega whined at the loss, his clenching hole betraying him, letting loose so much of that seed as he mewled with sloppy whimpers, simultaneously attempting to hunch up his rear to hold in Adrien's release. At the same time, he was torn. He reached down to his dilated hole to claw through the gummy excess and scoop it to his mouth so that he could feast on Adrien's seed.
“That's it, Luka. Such a pretty broken bitch. So much happier this way, aren't you?” Adrien asked, and Luka was nodding before he'd even finished, eyes blank, lids fluttering, slathering his face with thick gobs of semen that dribbled from his shaky, treacherous fingers.
“Y-yeah, Daddy,” Luka whined, barely audible.
It felt so very good to stare down at the quivering form beneath him, to squeeze out all the hesitation and reluctance and arrogance from an Omega, his Omega, so that they could find bliss together, live out the desires that their parents, Anarka foisting responsibility on her Omega son and Gabriel trying to metaphorically castrate Adrien, has always really wanted to be, but felt too guilty to strive to become.
Nearly heat drunk himself, the flames and pressure throbbing and all but splitting his skull as he swam in a confused morass of need, the only clear thoughts claim and breed, Adrien shoved his Omega's hand away so that he could smear the head of his cock in the drooling cum, and then slap his Omega's hole, sending him into convulsive shudders.
Every tap sent blistering shockwaves of pleasure up his shaft, throbbing inside the head so sweetly and then radiating out as he watched Luka's once-tight hole flex open and closed, trying to grip the tip of his cock.
The teasing only lasted a few minutes before Adrien couldn't tolerate the sight of his seed leaking out of his Omega, so he retrieved one of the plugs that Marc favoured and sealed him up tight, smoothing dyed hair from Luka's eyes and praising the hazy-eyed bitch for keeping all that seed safe and tight inside of him.
Granted, that was more of Marc's thing, though Nino had taken to it so very quickly after he'd seen the other man strutting around their still full after his last breeding. Marc always loved plugging himself, slipping on his cage and panties, and carrying Adrien's seed inside of him all day so that other Omegas and Alphas could know that he was owned.
It was an adorable declaration to the world that they were Adrien's family.
Carting about a heavy load of Adrien's seed and his baby at the same time might help his precious Luka remember that too.
None of them should forget.
But, alas, after giving his sweaty mess of a mate a lingering tongue bath, Adrien couldn't resist any longer, couldn't actually follow through with it,
Oh, Luka did drag out the process by cumming again when Adrien latched onto his nipples, broad hands squeezing and kneading the milk out, but Adrien needed more of his sweet bitch, even as he cleared away the last trickle of milk from his lips with a swipe of his forearm.
So, instead of letting Luka linger, he unplugged his mate's ass to press his lips to that distended hole and drink the mingled semen and slick produced by an Omega's self-lubricating second passage that led to his womb. .
It poured out in waves that Adrien gulped down greedily while Luka *may* have made another mess of himself - Adrien was a little too occupied to find out - clutching Adrien's hair with feeble hands and riding the Alpha's face.
With the last lingering remnants of his own cum and Luka's slick in his mouth, he crawled his way up his pregnant mate's body, cupping the nearly half-conscious Omega's head gently and then pressing two fingers into his mouth to coax it open. Mingled slick and his own musky seed sat heavily on his own lips, tempting him to swallow, but his mate deserved a treat for being so good.
Leaning in under the pretense of planting a kiss to his Omega's lips that had Luka wiggling, Adrien instead, at the last moment, opened his mouth and spat. Gobs of saliva and cum splattered Luka's cheeks as he swept it up greedily, a good Omega, hungry for his Alpha's seed.
They shared and swapped it between them in sloppy kisses until Luka finally could take no more and swallowed it down, orgasming yet again, though he was already fully spent.
Finally sated along with the gaggle of mates in the corner, Adrien went through the laborious process of cleaning up his unconscious mates, taking the time to enjoy the simple flesh-to-flesh contact, their contended whines as they butted up against his hands and legs as they slept, and the relaxed sensation of domesticity that pervaded the entire home; an Alpha caring for his mates.
Of course, with pregnancy hormones like this, he was probably going to die before the first pup was born, but what a way to go.
He'd take it.
Then, when they were all clean and ready, he bundled them up, one at at time, tucked them into bed, before collapsing next to them, all his mates enveloping him in their arms even thought they were unconscious, and allowed himself to falling asleep.
He'd need a full night to be prepared for tomorrow.