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Marcus has a life all alphas dream of.
His mate is a model omega; quiet, obedient and motherly. In the almost sixteen years they’ve been mated she’s given him seventeen kids and the next one is on the way. She takes care of the house and the kids – with the help of the beta servant because they are well-off enough to afford one – in exemplary manner and always makes him proud in front of his superiors and coworkers.
When they mated, she was freshly fourteen, flushed with the beginnings of her very first heat, and he’d just turned twenty-eight. He’d been just promoted at work for the first time, and it was finally a time to start a family of his own. It was his duty and privilege as an alpha when he finally had the means to provide for them
She reminds him of his mother, who too was a great omega. Always warm, always there for his father, always pregnant with a new sibling for him. Marcus is the middle child of 23. Fifteen alphas and eight omegas. He also has a lot of secondary siblings from his omega siblings as they have provided his father with many children, too.
In most families only the oldest omega is mated outside of the family and the rest stay and provide their father with more children. Those children would then go on to be mated outside the family as well. Marcus already despairs at the thought of giving even one of his precious omega children to other alphas, but such is the role of a father. Humanity would die if fathers kept all they children close. That would be incredibly selfish, not to mention illegal. Law demands that at least one of the omega children – usually the oldest – as well as all the secondary omega children must be mated outside of the family.
Marcus’ father taught him everything about being an alpha, about rearing omegas and being a head of a family. Firm touch made a happy omega. And happy omegas didn’t misbehave. Posie, his mate, never misbehaves. Never complains, never resists. Sure, she might cry sometimes, but she always obeys. She’s a quiet, steady presence at his side.
Posie is the oldest omega of her family as well. Nearly twenty years ago her father sent out the notice that his omega daughter was approaching mating age and Marcus applied immediately.
He had ten other alphas to compete with for her hand but in the end he won. The first time he saw her he’d known it was worth it.
She was a vision in her white gown, the translucent fabric sticking to her sweaty skin, revealing her subtle curves. She’d been a slip of a thing then. Now her hips have widened, and her tits grown heavy with her pregnancies. He enjoys seeing the way they sway as she waddles around the house, a baby on her hip, belly filled with another one and milk leaking down her bare skin, her only accessory the collar around her neck, a sign of a mated omega.
The moment his father-in-law handed him the keys to her chastity belt, and she became his in the eyes of God and men is forever etched in his mind. He closed the collar around her neck and the court official locked it, not to be removed until her death. Which hopefully wouldn’t be for many years yet. The life expectancy of omegas is not as high as alphas or even betas, but she is only thirty, so she has some decades still, and many fertile years as well.
Her first heat had hit on their wedding night and by the end of it she was pregnant with his first son. Her tight little cunt was the stuff of dreams, and she writhed and cried on his cock so prettily as he fucked her for the first time. And the second. And third, knotting her again and again and filling her to the brim with his cum until she was swollen with it and the fluids leaked out even with his knot in her.
After he was done with her cunt, the previously neat little hole left puffy and red, swollen with use, he broke in her ass as well. That made her cry even harder, but her ass swallowed his cock almost as hungrily as her cunt, proving once again that omegas were made to take alpha cock in every hole. He was obsessed with the sight of her tiny holes stretched wide around his knot. Every time it seemed like he wouldn’t fit, but then she made room for him, moulding to his shape like she was made just for him.
It was deeply satisfying to see her stomach balloon out of her slight frame and her tits swell with milk as her pregnancy progressed. It made her even more alluring, more fertile looking. Not a night passed by in those nine months that he didn’t have his cock in her multiple times. It was all so new for him and every little thing was a source of fascination. Finding all the places that made her moan and whimper and bare her neck and present her pussy provided him with endless pleasure. The way stretchmarks appeared in her previously unblemished skin making it clear there would never be pretending she hadn’t carried his child was exiting. Then her tits started leaking and he would spend hours playing with them, even as she cried and tried to hide them from him. Poor little thing, so embarrassed by something natural.
He had to punish her for that, of course. Everything about her belonged to him and she had no right to try to keep him from her tits. Couple days with them bound tightly, red and painful and bulging in front of her in a way that made it impossible to hide did the trick. She’s didn’t try to hide again.
And then she gave birth to his first alpha son, the biggest achievement of omega’s life. She made him so proud. And continues to do so to this day. He wouldn’t be the same alpha he is without her.
His oldest, Callum, is fifteen now and all around a great alpha in the making. He’s successful in school, plays football well and shows appropriate interest in omegas. He even knotted the first time he fucked Posie and that’s a sign of virility if there ever was one. It had taken Marcus himself a couple tries. His mother had been very gracious about it, tolerating his fumbling efforts with patience born from experience. Of course, he has nine older alpha brothers, so she was used to it by the time it was Marcus’ turn.
His last task before going home is picking up Callum and August, the second oldest, the two high-schoolers, from football practise on his way from work. They’re already waiting for him when he arrives, standing side by side, looking almost like twins. They both have his dark hair and strong, straight nose. From Posie they had gotten their hazel eyes and wide, upturned mouths. The boys tussle for the front seat and Callum wins, as usual.
When they get home, Posie is kneeling at the door, waiting to welcome her alpha. With her are the three oldest of their omega children, kneeling behind her, naked as well. Callum and August skip past them towards the kitchen, paying them no mind. Growing boys need food after hard exercise.
“Welcome home, alpha,” Posie murmurs, voice low, eyed downturned. She smells delicious as always, the alluring omegan scent wafting off of her, joined with the smell of milk and pregnancy. That’s his child in her womb. She’s been bred well and good. In Marcus’ opinion there’s really nothing more attractive than an omega you have impregnated yourself.
Just behind her is his first omega child, their third oldest. His name is Pansy, and he’s thirteen years old. Nearly of age to be mated. The younger two next to him are still a few years away from mating age, but Marcus can barely wait to join them to himself permanently. Unlike their younger omega siblings, they are old enough that their scents have started to mature and they are a permanent tease. Untouched and fresh, just witing for him to fill them with life, too.
Pansy has been locked in his chastity belt for two years now. Marcus as his current alpha has the keys. He can pee in it, a narrow slot allows that, but to defecate he has to ask for permission. Good practise for humility, researchers have discovered, on top of its original function, which is to preserve the untouched state of the omega’s holes for their alpha.
It’s taken off once a day for hygiene purposes, of course supervised. No alpha wants an infected cunt, even if it remains otherwise untainted.
Male omegas, one of the rarest designations, are usually surgically altered before they are mated. Their penises are shaped into something more feminine and pleasing to the eye. It’s also beneficial for their behaviour. Not having a phallic organ keeps any funny thoughts about their place in the world forming. Behavioural issues are much more common in uncut male omegas, studies have found.
When Marcus made the appointment for Pansy, the doctor assured him it’s a routine procedure, quick and done under only local anaesthesia. Nothing to worry about. Complications are rare and the recovery quick.
“It’s nice to be home,” Marcus says with a smile. “Pansy,” he calls.
“Yes, father?”
“I’ve made you an appointment for the procedure. They had a cancellation the day after tomorrow so we can get it done quicker than I thought”
Pansy’s face pales and his mouth opens. Nothing comes out. He closes it again and just nods, eyes downcast. He’s been taught well, Marcus thinks with no small amount of pride. Whoever gets him as a mate will be extremely lucky. He’s jealous of them already. He glances towards the two other omega kids kneeling behind their mother, ten-year-old Rosie and nine-year-old Bessie, named after his mother and grandmother respectively. They at least aren’t going to leave him, ever. Pansy he’s been prepared to miss one day from the moment he was born, but that doesn’t make the ache any lesser. His little boy, almost fully grown and ready to start his own family. How the time flies.
After he removes his coat, he fucks Posie against the wall next to the door. Just opens his pants and pushes all the way in with one decisive thrust. Her cunt flutters around him frantically when it’s forced to stretch all at once, but welcomes him home eagerly as always, clutching his cock in its wet, hot embrace. She braces one hand against the wall, the other cradling her belly, just starting to swell with new life, whimpering and moaning with every thrust.
After seventeen kids and nearly sixteen years of her alpha’s cock, she isn’t that tight anymore, but it still feels good. Familiar. Like coming home. She does her best to clench around his length when he smacks her ass with an open palm. He has her well trained in the art of pleasing alphas.
His hips smack against her cheeks harder and harder as he quickens his pace. Wet noises echo in the corridor as his cock plunges into her slick cunt again and again. She lets out pained moans as his cock punches against her cervix with every thrust. It’s his baby behind that tight ring of muscle. Sometimes he wonders if he could fuck through it and touch the baby like that. Mark it as his from the womb. He’s sure the next one will be an omega again.
The omega children watch from where they are still kneeling, and Callum has appeared in the kitchen doorway. Waiting for his turn, probably. Greedy bastard, Marcus muses with amusement.
His breathing grows laboured, and his knot starts to grow as his pace grows more erratic. Posie’s hips move into his thrusts with small hitches as the knot starts to stretch her walls. Soon enough its too big to pull out fully. He does try, though, because the visual of his almost fully inflated knot stretching Posie’s cunt open is always amazing. He keeps grinding his knot in, just a little deeper until he finally comes, pumping her full of cum and making her smell even more like his.
She cries out as his knot locks in fully, her walls fluttering around him as much as they can with how far they’ve been stretched. Fully inflated Marcus’ knot is almost the size of fist. She whimpers helplessly as he pulls her hip closer as he waits for it to deflate just enough or him to pull out.
She whimpers pitifully as he tugs his only slightly deflated knot out, forcing her cunt relinquish its hold on it. A trail of come fallows his exiting cock.
“Better keep all that in, omega. If I see any on the floor, you’ll be licking it up. No wasting your alpha’s come.”
“Yes, alpha.”
The younger omegas still kneel on the floor obediently. It’s good for omegas to see proper alpha/omega conduct from young age, makes it easier for them when it comes time for their own mating. He ruffles their hair affectionately as he walks past, buttoning his jeans with his free hand. Only a few years and they’ll be ready to mate him and birth him children alongside their mother, God willing she stays fertile that long. She should, she’s only thirty and could easily have ten more breeding years.
Behind him he can the noises of fucking resume as Callum takes his turn with his mother while his younger alpha brothers glare at him jealously. Their time will come soon enough, but it is natural for them to be impatient. Marcus can easily recall the burning jealousy when he wasn’t allowed to fuck his mother yet and had to just watch his older brothers get what he so desperately wanted. Builds character and teaches restraint, is Marcus’s opinion. And it was all the sweeter when he finally got his turn.
Posie keens behind him as Callum’s knot locks in her and he shoots his come in alongside his father’s, filling her up even more. Marcus smiles. There’s no way she’ll be able to keep it all in after Callum pulls out. He’ll get to enjoy seeing her crawling on the floors to lick up all the spilled cum. And then filling her up again.
It’s good to be home, indeed.