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“Ah, there you go sweetheart,” III coos down at Vessel, eyes lingering on the steady glide of his cock moving in and out of his mouth. “You’re already getting so much better at this. You couldn’t take half of me without choking on it the other day, and now look at you.”
Vessel whines, drool hanging in a glistening string from his straining lips. He looks so pathetic that III can’t help but push at him a little, bullying his cock against the back of his throat until he gags on it. Vessel tries to jerk away, but III’s hands are already on the back of his head, holding him in place so that he can keep pushing into the desperate fluttering of Vessel’s throat.
“Shh, it’s alright,” III says, voice a gentle contrast to the firm hold he has on Vessel’s hair and the brutal drag of his cock against the tender flesh of his throat. “You can ride it out. You want to be a good omega for us one day, right?”
Reflexive tears slide down Vessel’s cheeks, mixing with the spit covering his chin. He shudders, but hums a muffled affirmative, and presses his own face back down until his nose is nestled in the wiry hair of III’s pelvis.
“C’mon III, give him a break, would you?” IV reprimands him. Despite his tone his eyes are hungry, watching for the pleasure of it just as much as he is for signs of Vessel legitimately struggling.
“Come off it, he’s fine! If he wants to be a real omega, this is what it takes. Besides, look at him. He’s figuring it out.”
True to III’s word, Vessel’s shaking has slowed, gag reflex giving up under the repeated assault against it. It’s enough to have III’s cock throbbing painfully in the wet-velvet clutch of Vessel’s throat. His knot is only half-formed, but he grabs at it all the same, squeezing down until he’s sure he won’t finish too soon.
“I still think–”
“III’s right, Ivy,” II says, cutting IV off before the two of them can start bickering. “If we’re going to make this work for Vessel, then we can’t coddle him. Remember, he asked for this. Sleep may have been able to start the process, but Vessel is relying on us to finish it for him.”
“And that means keeping him nice and full, right Ves?” III strokes his fingers down his neck fondly, pressing down against the bulge he finds there until Vessel coughs around his dick again, struggling to keep himself relaxed around his girth with III’s hand restricting the space around it. “We can’t stop until you’re nice and ripe.”
III squeezes a second time for measure, then pulls back to rest his cockhead against his tongue, grinding the taste of his precum into Vessel’s tastebuds, painting his mark into his soft palate.
“It’s okay, Ivy,” Vessel reassures him once III has pulled out entirely. His face is still flushed red from the strain of fighting against the urge to choke, voice raspy from the abuse of his throat. “Our pack needs an omega, and if this is what it takes to become one, I can handle it.”
IV sweeps back the mess of sweaty curls hanging in front of Vessel’s eyes to press a kiss to his forehead. “Just because you can handle something doesn’t mean you should have to.”
“I want this,” Vessel says. “You know I do. Sleep is giving me a gift by facilitating the process of altering my designation. I’ve always hated being an alpha.”
IV has nothing to say to that. He knows the things Vessel has been through because of his designation, and can understand why he would want to become anything else.
“Can you even call yourself an alpha at this point?” III muses, breaking the tension before it can erupt between them. He reaches down to grasp at Vessel’s cock, stroking it between his thumb and index finger until Vessel is gasping and bucking into III’s hand. “Look at this little thing.” He looks conspiratorially at IV and adds sotto voce, “Can you believe he used to be able to split me open on it? It isn’t even big enough to be a proper mouthful now.”
“III!” Vessel bites off his name like a curse, his flush spreading down to his chest. Despite his tone his cocklet kicks in III’s grasp, dribbling precum like a leaky faucet.
“It’s alright, Vessel. It’s not like you’ll be using it anymore, anyway.”
“That’s right,” II agrees, grasping his hips to pull him back onto his cock, groaning at the easy give of him. “You’re going to be our pack omega. All you’ll need to do is lie back and open up for us, and take everything we give you.”
II’s thrusts are hard and unforgiving, as though trying to physically impart Vessel’s new purpose into him with every push forward. Vessel’s legs quake with the strain of holding himself up. They have been at this for almost a week now, and he’s been kept on his hands and knees for most of it.
“He looks like he’s having a hard time staying up,” IV frets. He knows he probably sounds like a broken record at this point, fixating on everything but the mind meltingly hot sex everyone else is actively taking part in, but he can’t help but worry. He’s a beta– it’s in his nature to take care of the rest of the pack when hormones are clouding everyone else’s judgement.
“Hear that, Ves? Straighten up!” III’s hand strikes open palmed against Vessel’s ass with a crack, and he yelps, locking his knees and elbows back into place until his spine is perfectly arched. “You don’t want us to have to put you back on the bench, do you?”
Vessel shakes his head, mouthing out a “No” between quiet moans and desperate gasps of II’s name.
“That’s too bad, you looked good on it,” II says, stroking his thumb along the abused skin of his asscheek to draw out the sting of it. Privately, IV can’t help but agree. Vessel really did look fantastic in the set up, forced up on all fours until he was able to prove he could replicate the proper presenting form without it. “But that’s okay. If you don’t think you need it, we can keep going as we are. It’ll still be here if you do later.”
“See IV? All good!”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” he grumbles half-heartedly. Nevertheless, he does his best to relax, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out nice and slow, trying to release the tension of his shoulders along with it. Vessel wants this. He’s going to get overwhelmed, but that’s fine because Vessel’s already agreed to be bitched knowing how much the process would demand of him. IV needs to be here to support him, and not get so worked up that Vessel feels he needs to be supporting him instead.
“You know what I think you need?” III asks him. “Something to keep your mind off of things.”
IV eyes the way III is drawing his fist over his shaft dubiously. “If this is your way of asking me to suck your dick then you can kiss my ass.”
It’s not that IV doesn’t like to suck III’s dick, he just hates when III beats around the bush about it.
“Pssh, I’ve got Vessel for that. Don’t I, sugar?” Vessel swallows him back down without further prompting, eager to please and increasingly complacent now that II’s knot has started to form. The growing size of it has been working in and out of his swollen hole, driving him into that floaty headspace they all love to see him fall into, free of the stress and trauma of his past. “Until he’s good and properly bitched, all my cum is for Ves.”
“How kind of you.”
“I know, I’m a bloody saint.” IV snorts when III punctuates this with a thrust of his pelvis that sends Vessel into another minor gagging fit. “I was actually going to tell you that you should check in on his pussy.”
IV hums an affirmative, doing his best not to appear too eager as he slides himself under Vessel, resting on his back between his legs. Vessel’s inner thighs are tacky and wet from the previous loads II, III, and IV had worked into him over the past several days, and more of their combined spend leaks down every time II forces his swelling knot out of him. It doesn’t bother him any, but he bets the sight drives II and III crazy. It’s no wonder they usually delegate this part of things to IV.
“How’s it looking under the hood?”
Despite himself, IV barks out a laugh.
“Really, III? Under the hood?”
“C’mon II, Ivy laughed! I’m hilarious.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” IV says, reaching up to grasp at Vessel’s cock and move it out of the way. He can’t help but marvel at the size of it, how much it’s shrunk in such a small space of time. Before all of this began he could barely close his hand around it, but now it looks miniscule between his fingers.
IV uses his other hand to hold Vessel steady, kissing up his thigh and working his way past his scrotum, small and tight against his body, to take a closer look at his perineum. The folds just behind his balls are swollen and red, reminiscent of labia but less defined. They still seem mostly fused, though IV thinks he can make out a developing line cutting through them like a seam fit to burst.
It is, from what IV understands, quite literally a seam that needs to be coaxed open, though he really hopes it doesn’t actually burst.
IV can’t help but run his tongue along it in a soothing stroke, and he feels the heat radiate against his mouth, fever hot and angry. The folds just barely part beneath the gentle force he applies, and he thinks he can make out the start of a depression, a growing depth that hadn’t been there yesterday. The skin is wet with everyone’s cum, but beneath the taste of their musk he thinks he can make out something different, something sweeter.
“Oh fuck, IV, whatever you’re doing, keep it up,” II groans. “You like that, love? You’re clenching down like a vice.”
He licks up again, imagines it opening further for him, thinks of what it will be like to plunge his tongue inside to chase the slick dripping from Vessel’s eager new cunt. If he tastes anything like the hint of what he’s been getting tonight, IV thinks he could spend hours eating him out.
Above him, III punches out a groan and stills, pulling Vessel forward until II and IV have to scramble to readjust.
“That’s right sugar, swallow it all for me. There’s a good boy.”
IV barely registers the sound of III slowly pulling himself out of Vessel’s mouth, fixated on encouraging Vessel’s folds to open bit by bit. He knows that Vessel isn’t quite there yet, that it will probably be another few days minimum before he is ready to be fucked, but IV likes to think he can at least make Vessel feel good from his pussy, even if it isn’t ready to be used.
Vessel deserves to feel good, and IV likes to make him feel as good as possible.
“How’s he looking?” III asks, kneeling as close as he can in the limited space to peer around II and Vessel’s legs.
“He’s not there yet, but he’s coming along faster than I would have thought,” IV says when he pulls back briefly for a breath of fresh air. Their combined pheromones are especially thick, trapped between Vessel’s thighs. It’s enough to make him dizzy. “Just take a look.”
IV lets go of Vessel’s dick and thigh to take his folds in hand and tenderly part them for III’s perusal.
“Holy shit, it’s actually working.”
“Of course it’s working,” II says. He’s still fucking into Vessel steadily, with a stamina that IV doubts anyone could match. Given his pace, II’s probably only a few thrusts away from his knot becoming too large to pull out. “We’ve been bitching him for over a week, and we have divine intervention on our side. Sleep won’t let us fail.”
Without III to keep him focused, Vessel slumps forward, keeping himself propped up with his elbows and chest. He pushes back against II mindlessly, rutting back until his cock is leaking a steady stream of thin, colorless cum.
“Ready to take another load, Ves?”
“Please,” he pants, pupils blown and eyes glassy. If IV didn’t know any better he would have thought he was in heat. “I want it. Want your knot, want your cum. Come inside, please, please, please–”
II’s knot slams forward, fully formed, and without the space to thrust he begins to grind against Vessel until he’s keening.
“Hey, IV,” III whispers, pressed close to IV’s ear so that II and Vessel can’t overhear them.
“Yeah?” He keeps his voice low, too, if only to see where III is going with this.
“Does this look like a clit to you?”
III’s hand has joined IV’s own, his large thumb brushing gently at a particularly swollen spot partially hidden near the apex between Vessel’s folds.
They share a wicked grin.
“Maybe. Let me check.”
Leaning forward, IV circles the swollen flesh once with his tongue before sucking it gently into his mouth. It’s as small and firm as a little pearl, and IV has just barely gotten it between his lips before Vessel locks up violently and comes with a shout, impotent cum splattering over IV’s neck and chest.
“Ivy, IVY–!”
IV suckles Vessel’s clit again, just barely grazing the seam between his folds with the edge of his finger. Vessel tries to inch away but he’s still stuck, II’s knot keeping him in place, subject to the continuous pulls of IV’s mouth.
“I-IVyy, please, please, I can’t–”
“You’ll take what we give you, remember, love?”
Vessel whines in a continuous, repetitive drone, pitching higher and higher. His body winds tighter, every part of him tensing under IV’s ministrations, until II begins to come with a curse.
“IvyivyIVY, I don’t…I feel…I…! Ivy, please, please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t–!”
IV gives another hard suck, rolling Vessel’s lovely little clit in his mouth until Vessel’s voice breaks and he is coming again in a gush of fluids that soaks IV’s chin. He laps it up diligently, careful not to lick too hard and split Vessel open before he’s ready. He doesn’t stop until he’s cleaned Vessel completely, and his folds are flushed and twitching with oversensitivity.
“You okay?” IV asks, climbing out from under Vessel with one last press of his mouth between the junction of his pelvis and thigh.
Vessel hums, nodding against where he has his cheek pressed to the sheets. “Fel’ good.”
“Is that all you have to say after Ivy made you squirt for the first time?” III presses. “What do you say to someone when they let you come?”
Part of IV still wants to tell him to lay off already, or at least to leave IV out of the dominant posturing III has been leaning into, but he reminds himself again that Vessel wants this. He truly wants to be bitched, and a big part of that lies in maintaining the right mindset. It takes more than being dominated physically to complete the change.
“Ah, th-thank you,” Vessel murmurs. He looks cute, fucked stupid and happy, squirming with a moan against II’s knot.
“I think you can thank him better than that,” III says, looking pointedly at IV’s cock. It’s still erect, bobbing thick and heavy between his legs. “He used his mouth on you. It only seems fair that you return the favor, right?”
Vessel nods again, making grabbing motions with his hand until IV crawls forward on hands and knees to press his aching cock between his swollen lips. He takes IV to the root immediately, and sets a brutal pace that has his head spinning.
“Holy fuck–!”
It doesn’t take long for him to cum, thrusting up into Vessel’s warm mouth until he spills across his lips and tongue. He lets Vessel lick him clean, and feeds his fingers into his mouth when he’s too sensitive to tolerate any more attention on his cock. He plays with Vessel’s tongue idly while waiting for II to finish, petting at his tastebuds and hard palate, careful to avoid the sharp alpha canines still hiding between his plush lips.
“Alright, that might be it for me for the night,” II says when his knot has finally gone down enough to pull out. He taps absently on Vessel’s ass, silently reminding him to arch his spine and clench down until he can press a plug into his hole to keep everything in. “What about you guys?”
III hops out of bed with a stretch that seems to crack every vertebrae down his spine. “I’m tapping out. A man can only come so many times before he starts shooting dry.” He presses a lingering kiss to Vessel’s scent gland, and another to the mating mark on the right side of his neck. “I’ll be back for more in the morning, sugar. Try not to miss me too much, yeah?”
“II, ‘re you stayin’?” Vessel slurs, worn down to his foundation. He looks blissed out, rubbing the base of his plug against the mattress, but at this point he has been pushed to his limits, his cock remaining flaccid despite the stimulation.
“I would, but I have a few things to catch up on before I can go to bed.” II nips softly at his own mating mark, front and center at the hollow of his throat, as bold and possessive as the man who put it there. “Try to get some rest, dove. You’ve been doing great, but we still have a ways to go. You’re going to need your energy.”
II leaves with a final kiss, murmuring his love against Vessel’s and IV’s lips before closing the door behind him.
Vessel looks at IV pleadingly, blinking up at him with bleary brown eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’m staying.”
The sleepy hum Vessel makes in response sounds almost like a purr.
IV lays down beside Vessel, stroking along his neck until Vessel tugs him forward, holding him against his chest with IV’s face nestled in the junction of Vessel’s neck. IV sighs happily, breathing in his scent, rubbing and licking against Vessel’s scent gland to coax more of it out. Vessel still smells like Vessel, even if his scent has become increasingly different from the one IV had first become familiar with. He smells content, pleased with his progress. There is no fear or hesitation. No anger or resentment. No sorrow or resignation, no signs of feeling forced or coerced.
There is also arousal.
IV draws in a deeper breath, feeling Vessel shift against him.
There… is definitely more than a hint of fresh arousal.
IV can understand why II and III can’t bring themselves to sleep in here regularly, no matter how hard it must be for them to separate from Vessel when he’s so vulnerable. Keeping Vessel as surrounded by their scents as possible is a vital aspect of the process they laid out before starting, but they hadn’t really considered at the time how hard it would hit II and III. At this point the room is so saturated with pheromones IV doubts it will ever smell the same. While this is very conducive to keeping them aroused as often as they need to be to bitch Vessel properly, it probably makes actually resting in here impossible for an alpha.
As a beta, pheromones don’t affect him. It makes sense for him to be the one to stay in a place pumped full of them.
Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean he’s immune to their blossoming pack omega.
Vessel presses closer, slotting one of IV’s thick thighs between his own. He grinds down firmly, whimpering against IV’s neck between sucking bites to his mating mark.
“IV, please…?”
With a groan, IV grasps Vessel by the waist, rolling over until he is pressing Vessel into the bed.
He resigns himself to another sleepless night.
Bitching is a long process, even with the force of a god easing the process along.