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Verso’s heat had left him sweaty and exhausted. A dozen orgasms and an equal number of abandoned knotting toys had left him dissatisfied, lying on his back in his nest at midnight. Every inch of him hurt, but there was no relief to be had.
Verso stared up at the ceiling, counting the whorls in the wood as his cunt continued to lazily pump slick out. His papa had been kind enough to let Verso raid his closet, but even that comforting scent was fading. His own saccharine scent burned his nose, and he moaned in frustration as he squeezed his eyes shut. It had been nearly a week of this, and there was no sign of it letting up. Usually, his heats were two days of relatively mild symptoms. This was uniquely awful.
Verso finally forced himself upright, wincing at the soft squelch of his slick-soaked nest. It was so hot, even in the dead of winter. His breath came heavier as he sat up, that now-familiar itch crawling under his skin. He just needed his pack. He just needed to not be in his own room. He needed a scent that wasn’t his own. With tears of frustration stinging at his eyes, he dragged himself from the bed.
Renoir’s room was his destination. He knew his papa didn’t lock the door, that he slept with the window open. It would be cooler there. And it had been so long now, so long since his heat had started and he’d locked himself away. The girls were at the seaside with Aline, an Alpha’s vacation that Renoir had volunteered to stay back from. Verso was grateful for this, for the potential for company despite his own reluctance to seek it out. Renoir would be asleep, and Verso could settle down in his papa’s cool bed for a little while without him even knowing.
Verso crept down the corridor, blinking quickly so his eyes would adjust faster. He found his parents’ room and carefully turned the doorknob, trying to be as soundless as possible. The door creaked open - but there was his goal. His papa lay sleeping on one side of the bed, bathed in moonlight. His lips were parted just a little and his silvery hair shone. Not for the first time, Verso thought that his papa was the most handsome man in the world. As an adult, he was loathe to admit it aloud for fear of making a fool of himself. But ever since he presented, to Verso, Renoir had been the pinnacle of what an Alpha should be.
Verso swallowed down the nerves that sparked in his chest when he remembered that his papa might wake and be disappointed in him. They’d put together so many failsafes for him, so many toys and nesting materials. But it had been six days, and Verso was at his wits end. His inner omega was crying for an Alpha, for a baby, and Verso himself was terribly lonely. Renoir slept deeply. He wouldn’t wake. Verso would sleep in the safety and coolness of his papa’s bed and then return to his own. It was fine.
Verso climbed into the bed, sighing softly at how the mattress dipped beneath his weight. The bed was big enough that there was plenty of room between them, that Verso’s overworked cunt could leak onto his thighs and onto the bed without worry of staining Renoir’s body. The sheets were cool beneath his hot skin, and Verso felt something resembling relief. Why hadn’t he done this sooner? He settled on his side, curled as small as he could manage. Facing away from Renoir just in case, he closed his eyes to sleep.
He didn’t know how long he drifted in the sweet embrace of sleep. All he knew was that the moon was still high in the sky when a heavy arm landed around his middle. Verso startled awake, disoriented and frightened. He went very still, as if he could hide from the grip that had settled on him. He found himself being dragged into a broad, warm chest as arms locked around his middle - as something hot and hard pressed against his ass.
Verso’s heart stilled when he felt Renoir’s warm breath on his neck, when the soft rumble of a purr rose from his papa’s throat. He had to stifle his own instinctive response, choking off the high pitched omega whine while trying to carefully escape those thick, strong arms. His papa was bigger than him, quite a lot bigger - but maybe Verso’s size could be used to his advantage. Maybe he could slip out of his grip.
Verso tested this theory by wriggling carefully in his arms. Renoir just grumbled, and instead of allowing Verso any give, he just held onto him tighter. His grip almost hurt. Verso bit back another whimper, pushing gently at his forearms. “Papa, please.” He whispered urgently. “Let go of me.”
Renoir did not hear him. Instead, he curled around Verso, hiding him away in his chest. Verso’s heart rabbited away in fright, at his plan being spoiled. As much as he hated to admit it though, this was a relief akin to being bathed in cold water. His papa’s Alpha scent surrounded him, filling him up and making him shudder. Perhaps he could just… let Renoir scent him, just a little, before he tried to creep shamefully back to his own room.
Slowly, he relaxed. Renoir’s purring kicked up a notch, making Verso smile. He could feel his papa nuzzling into his hair, pressing his nose behind his ear, scenting him wherever he could reach. Eventually, he made his way to the junction of Verso’s neck and shoulder, nuzzling at the scent gland there. Verso’s breath caught again. Tingly, warm pleasure snuck into his veins, down into his thighs until they twitched. His cheeks flushed as he tried to stay very, very still. It shouldn’t feel this good. This was his father. His clit shouldn’t be throbbing in time with his heart.
Verso tried to move, tried to pull away - but all he got for his trouble was a growl against his skin and a hot wave of slick gushing over his thighs. Renoir pulled him closer, holding him in that iron grip as his hard cock slid between his son’s legs. Verso gasped as it pressed his labia apart, as the head of it nudged against his clit. The pleasure, the relief didn’t care that this was the cock that had made him. It felt so good. Verso panted as Renoir returned to nuzzling against his scent gland. Renoir’s hips ground up against Verso, and he could only whimper as it dragged over the sensitive lips of his cunt.
“Papa.” Verso finally gasped, helpless. “Papa, it’s me, it’s Verso.” Did he think he was Aline, returned to bed? Renoir’s cock pressed into the softness of his slit, just for a moment, and Verso went very still. Terror and pleasure mixed in his belly as his body began to give against the intrusion - but Renoir’s hips shifted away before he could press inside. Verso could have cried with relief. Renoir didn’t even respond to his pleas, just grinding between his soaked labia again and again. Every time he brushed against Verso’s clit, another hot pulse of slick would escape and soak them both and the bed. Verso squeezed his eyes shut, tears stinging at the backs of them as he panted.
The sweet torture continued and continued, until Verso thought he might go mad. The constant slide of his papa’s thick cock was enough to make him shake, but not enough to make him come. It was big enough to press his labia apart, making a tight space for itself and the hot pre that was mixing with Verso’s slick. But suddenly, there was a soft grunt from behind him where Renoir had latched on to his throat. Renoir went still. For a moment, Verso hoped that he’d be let go.
Renoir pulled his hips back, his cock dragging from Verso’s clit to his cunt. He notched the big head of it up against that soft slit, and Verso went very, very still. “Papa.” He panted again. “Papa, you can’t!” He wiggled and he thrashed, but there was no give to be found. Renoir held him tighter, held him still as he began to press into Verso’s tight cunt. He was so hot on the inside, soft from a hundred unsatisfying orgasms. His walls pulsed with every useless movement he made. Verso sobbed as the fat head of that cock popped inside of him. His cunt clamped down around it, his inner omega keening with joy at finally being fucked properly.
“Papa! Please!” Verso raised his trembling voice. “Papa, it’s me, it’s Verso—“ It wasn’t too late. He could still pull out. Verso had infringed on his Alpha’s territory, and he wouldn’t ever do so again. He’d learned his lesson. His voice became more frantic as another searing inch pressed inside of him. “Papa, you have to pull out, I’m your son—!”
Verso’s words came to a sudden halt. His mouth hung open, his eyes open and staring at the wall. The iron grip on him had pulled him impossibly closer as Renoir snapped his hips up and drove every inch of his cock inside of Verso’s cunt. He was filled beyond belief, barely able to clench around the intrusion as it cored him open. A soft sob escaped those beautiful lips as he was pressed apart. Renoir didn’t waste a moment in beginning to fuck him, his breath coming quicker and harder against Verso’s throat. He barely pulled out, preferring to rut into his cunt in harsh, quick grinds that pushed the air from Verso’s lungs.
It was too much, and not enough. Verso sobbed softly, his cunt gushing and clenching around his papa as it was used. Every movement made the filthiest noises, Renoir’s cock forcing slick out around it as it filled every inch of him. There was no room for anything else. He turned to try and hide in his hair, and Renoir grumbled something in his slumber as he mouthed over Verso’s shoulder. How could he still be asleep? Verso’s heat had risen to its crest. He had to be knotted. He knew it, but he could do little about it. He was being carved open on the cock that had made him, and he couldn’t breathe around it. His papa’s chest hair was soft against his back, and his hands were so big where they were splayed over Verso’s chest. Give in, his instincts crooned. Let the capable, handsome Alpha breed him.
As if he’d heard Verso’s thoughts, Renoir’s weight against his back became oppressive. Verso gasped when he was pushed onto his belly, when Renoir settled atop him and knocked all the air from his chest. Verso wheezed as Renoir continued to hump him, his hard thrusts coming faster without the bed or friction to prevent him. He nosed under Verso’s ear, dragging his tongue over the soft skin as Verso gasped into the pillows. Like this, he was hidden entirely beneath Renoir’s body. His curls, sweaty and messy, were the only visible part of him. He sobbed aloud, shaking as he clenched around Renoir’s cock.
His papa’s sleepy grumbles in his ear and the hungry way his hips met Verso’s ass were so distracting that Verso didn’t even realize his papa’s cock wasn’t entirely inside of him. The new position let Renoir slide a little further, but his quickly swelling knot was cold. Verso found himself being suddenly pulled closer and held still, used as leverage for his papa to snap his hips into his body. Verso cried out in shock, going tight around Renoir. His Alpha moaned as his thrusts came harder, as he pressed the head of his cock up against the back of his son’s cunt - and then just a little further.
Verso’s eyes widened when he realized that Renoir’s goal was his womb. Softened by heat and absolutely starving for something to fill it, his body would be all too happy to let Renoir get to his goal. He felt the moment Renoir’s cock notched up against his cervix, when those thrusts went from hard to painful. He cried into the pillows, his legs twitching where they were pinned by his papa’s. He had nowhere to go, there was no escape. His inner omega howled at its success.
“Papa, not inside, not there, no—“ Verso babbled as the grip on him tightened, as every thrust against his stubborn womb made cramps run through his belly. The cramps and the convulsions of pleasure echoed off of each other, making Verso cry out wordlessly. His papa’s weight on him was as comforting as it was imposing, and Verso’s mind was slowly giving in to the inevitable. His inner omega would be pleased. His Alpha would knot him.
Verso buried his face in the pillows and moaned. Renoir growled happily. Verso’s cervix was just, just starting to give. He gasped when he felt it, the cramps intensifying for a moment before disappearing into helpless pleasure. It hurt. It felt so good. Renoir didn’t let up, chasing the warmth of Verso’s cunt. Verso could only gasp and cling to his papa’s arms as Renoir’s cock wedged its way into the deepest, most secret part of him.
It wasn’t enough, not yet. Verso’s cervix held. Renoir growled, and he braced himself. Verso’s eyes went huge, but he didn’t even have the chance to cry out before Renoir was dragging him down onto his cock. Verso stared sightlessly down at the pillows as his body was forced to give that last little bit. Renoir’s knot strained against his entrance, big enough that Verso feared that it wouldn’t fit. But he needn’t have worried. Every inch of his papa’s cock sunk into his body. Every inch of his cunt and his womb squeezed around it.
Verso’s orgasm came without warning. It came at the same time as Renoir’s first hot load filling his womb. He cried out, forced to stay in place as convulsions rolled through him. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. His womb was being filled to a nauseating stretch, and Renoir’s sleepy rumbles had settled. Verso was trapped beneath his papa’s heavy body, panting in the aftermath of the best orgasm he’d ever had. The cool air was registering to his hot skin at last. He was so tired. He still had the tiniest bit of hope that he’d be able to escape when Renoir’s knot went down, and maybe his birth control would protect him from a successful breeding.
Still nuzzled into his baby’s neck, Renoir smiled. He could smell the soft floral notes that meant Verso had caught, that his own child and grandchild would be growing in that same womb he was buried in. All of that time replacing Verso’s birth control with fertility supplements had been worth it. His boy would be his and his alone, soon. He waited until Verso drifted off beneath him. He kissed his cheek and then his scent gland in a silent promise. In the morning. Once his baby had rested. Then, he’d bond him.
Verso already belonged to him. This would simply seal the deal.