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The scent of needy omega walloped Vader like a physical thing the moment he entered the room. The lush sweetness briefly eclipsed all his other senses, and his cock throbbed in his pants. Vader bit back a groan.
The boy lay quietly sobbing in a small pool of his own slick. His clothes lay crumpled on the floor just outside of the nest, as if flung. His only cover was a blanket haphazardly pulled across only part of his body.
“Oh, my sweet thing,” Vader cooed.
“Alpha,” Luke sobbed. He struggled to his elbows and crawled across the bed towards Vader, the blanket wrapped around his torso.
Vader removed his outer layer before joining Luke on the bed. He dropped the extra fabric on the floor, uncaring where it lay, and pulled the blanket from Luke. The boy latched onto him immediately, hands, legs, and mouth. His hands clutched at Vader’s back, mouth sucking and licking at every inch of skin he could access, arms, shoulder, neck. Luke’s seeking tongue found Vader’s scent gland and sucked, and they both groaned. Vader’s leg softened below him, and they both rolled onto the mattress, side by side. At the same time, his dick grew hard, rising to steady attention.
Luke’s scent deepened, blossomed like a night-blooming flower. His thighs were thoroughly soaked.
Vader arched his neck to allow his son more access, and stroked the boy’s back with a firm press of fingers. Luke began to ride Vader’s bare thigh, spreading his warm juices and whining with each thrust.
“So wet, sweet thing,” Vader said, breath caught. He buried his nose in Luke’s sweat-damp hair and inhaled deeply, then groaned.
Even if Luke had learned his lesson, this… This would have to be repeated. Slick ran in little rivers from Luke’s center, and his scent… Surely no omega had ever smelled so mouthwatering. If this is what a little waiting brought, then Vader was willing to wait several hours every heat.
Vader pulled Luke from his neck. Luke whined, but Vader quickly silenced him by consuming his lips. Vader licked along the ridges of Luke’s teeth and sucked at his lips again and again. His hand clutched Luke’s flank and pressed the boy’s warm body against himself. Slick swept higher on Vader’s thigh.
He let his fingers drift lower, towards that place the slick came from. He traced his fingers over Luke’s entrance, played with the slick running out of it. Luke moaned into his mouth and ground down. Vader’s fingertips pressed into his wet heat.
He removed his fingers.
Luke cried out as if stabbed. He ground down again, dug his nails into Vader’s back, tightened the grip of his legs around Vader’s, kissed him deeper, seeking relief.
Vader held the boy still with the Force and pulled away.
Over his pitiful cries, Vader said, “Have you learned your lesson, young one? Do you deserve what alpha can give you?”
“Yes—please—yes,” Luke gasped.
“What have you learned?”
“Please,” Luke sobbed. He lunged forward to capture his father’s lips again, but Vader rolled them over so that he was atop Luke, and held the boy down with a hand on his heaving chest. The sight stopped his breath in his lungs.
Beautiful.
His omega was so beautiful.
Luke’s eyes were glazed and half-lidded, his mouth wet with their combined spit. His head was tilted back, hair mussed. His scent wafted through the air like a physical thing, pouring from his scent glands in heavy waves, fecund and sweet, a floral compliment to the wet, enticing scent of his copious slick.
“You belong here,” Vader said, bending down to kiss Luke’s chest, arms, neck, cheek, as he spoke. Luke moaned and turned his head to the side to allow more access. “With me. It is a crime to deny yourself, to pretend to be a beta.” This last word he snarled, and punctuated with a nip on Luke’s jaw. Luke let out a breathy gasp. “Omega.”
With a groan, Vader latched onto the scent gland on Luke’s neck and sucked. Luke writhed beneath him and came with a strangled cry. Slick gushed from between his thighs.
“Understand?” Vader panted, pulling away.
“Al—alpha,” Luke sobbed. Cumming alone wasn’t enough to sate a heat. His body would only be satisfied with a knot. In due time.
“Poor thing.” Vader traced a soothing finger down the side of Luke’s face. Eyes closed against tears, Luke turned and took the finger into his mouth and began to suck. The pressure went straight to Vader’s dick. “So needy. Alpha will take care of you.”
He extracted his finger from Luke’s mouth with a wet pop and silenced his cry by capturing his mouth again.
Not wanting to hurt his son, Vader reached down again and pressed his spit-slick finger into Luke’s entrance. His warm pussy accepted it immediately, sucked it in as if to swallow it whole. Vader slowly slid his finger in and out. The boy’s slick squelched lewdly with each smooth motion and sent more of his intoxicating scent into the air. Vader groaned into Luke’s mouth and ground his dick against the boy’s thigh. As their kiss broke only to meet again, Luke moaned into the brief breath of air.
The boy’s hips shifted, pressing that finger in deeper. Vader added another and stirred, gently, testing the stretch. Slick gushed around his fingers with a wet sucking sound, but the walls of his pussy squeezed each digit. Force, for all that his body cried out in readiness, the boy was tight.
Vader cupped Luke’s head with his other hand and stroked his thumb across the boy’s scent gland, sending shivers down his body. His pussy loosened, allowing enough space for Vader to slip a third finger in. Groans turned to loud, lewd moans as Vader carefully separated his fingers, widening Luke’s entrance. Vader rewarded each one with a kiss, peppering them over Luke’s cheeks, the sweaty column of his neck, the round curves of his shoulders. He slipped in a fourth digit.
Pleasure sat warm in Vader’s belly as Luke rocked against him. His eyes were blown with lust, unfocused and black, as bottomless as his need. The poor thing seemed incapable of speech, incapable of gathering himself enough to kiss back, incapable of doing more than pressing himself against Vader as if to combine their two bodies into one.
Finally, Vader was willing to indulge him.
He removed two fingers, and curled the remaining two within that warm pussy. Luke gasped as if shocked and jerked like a fish on a hook.
“A-alpha,” he moaned.
“Omega,” Vader moaned right back, sucking deeply on Luke’s scent gland. He let go with a pop and trail of spit, and extracted his hand fully.
Luke cried.
Vader kissed his tears. “Demanding little thing. There’s not a thought in your head besides me, is there, sweetheart? Forgotten all about your friends? You just want alpha to take care of you.”
He captured Luke’s mouth again, shoving his tongue inside. Luke opened his mouth to allow him, and clumsily kissed him back, whining desperately.
“I’ll give you what you need, baby,” Vader said, breath ghosting against Luke’s ear. The boy shivered in pleasure and anticipation.
Vader fisted his own cock with his slick-soaked hand with a pleased shudder. Luke arched against him, making needy little noises, ah-ah-ah, and succeeding in helping spread his copious slick. Truly, Vader had never seen an omega produce so much before. The lengths an omega’s body would go to entice an alpha during heat…it was divine. And it guaranteed that Luke would forever spend the first few hours of every heat alone, wrapped in a blanket soaked in Vader’s scent, until he tipped over into this delicious desperation.
Vader nipped the soft flesh of Luke’s ear. “Needy thing. Be patient.”
Luke moaned at the bite. His head fell to the side, exposing his abused scent gland.
By the time Vader finally lined up his cock with Luke’s warm entrance, his head was spinning with desire.
They both groaned as Vader sank into that delicious heat. Vader slowly bottomed out, then pulled himself back, inch by torturous inch. The walls of Luke’s pussy fluttered around him, squeezing and yet accommodating every inch of his thick girth as he pressed in. Pleasure, warm and alive, sang through his veins and washed through him from head to toe like a tidal wave. Each exhalation was a shudder.
Luke pressed his hips up and clutched Vader tight, whining, trying to goad him into a faster pace.
Vader paused to nip at the boy’s scent gland again. Luke gasped out a sob and more slick leaked around Vader’s cock, his body reacting to the stimulation.
“Just lie there and take it, omega,” Vader growled. “Let alpha use you as he pleases. You’ll get my knot.”
He felt the boy’s desperation, and it was sweet. Softer, Vader bit him again, and licked swooping circles around the boy’s scent gland. His skin tasted of sweat and flowers; Vader couldn’t get enough. It was sinfully addicting. How he had been denied this for twenty years, how he had survived without it, he had no idea. Vader’s hips began to move again in a slow rhythm as his tongue laved Luke’s skin, and Luke’s head fell back to allow him more access. Luke shuddered beneath him.
Omegas needed this. Needed the skin-to-skin contact, the warm weight of an alpha atop them. Needed to feel protected and wanted.
Needed an alpha’s knot.
Vader captured Luke’s mouth again and kissed him deeply, allowing his teeth to graze against Luke’s plush lower lip. They moaned into each others’ mouths, breathed each others’ breath. The scent of nutmeg and flowers, of both of them, hung heavy in the air as Vader conquered Luke completely and narrowed his world to just his alpha.
The knot at the base of Vader’s cock began to inflate. He pounded harder into Luke, pressing his cock as deep as it could go with every thrust, pushing Luke into the mattress again and again. The boy didn’t seem to mind; and frankly, Vader didn’t care. His alpha instincts were eclipsing all other thought, leaving him with just one desire: to fill the omega beneath him with pups.
He whispered sweet, lewd nothings into Luke’s ear, punctuated with the occasional lick or nip, too far gone to even know what he was saying anymore. Not that Luke seemed to care. He made little ah-ah-ah noises and clung to Vader like a dying man.
Suddenly the knot swelled and them together. Luke screamed and spasmed beneath him, slick gushing from his wet pussy in a sudden orgasm as Vader’s cock painted his insides with streams of hot, creamy cum.
Vader ground against Luke’s limp body as he emptied his balls into the boy, pressing that cum as deep into his pussy as it would go. Luke just took it, with little gasped breaths that faded as his energy drained and his belly filled with warm fluid.
When Vader was done, he lay atop his omega, warm and satiated. His omega let out an exhausted little whimper as Vader’s full weight settled on his distended stomach, but didn’t complain. Vader’s blood sang with satisfaction.
He kissed Luke’s damp cheek, adjusted himself comfortably, and prepared to lay there, his soft cock a plug in Luke’s soft body, until he was ready to go again.