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“When I’m big, I’m going to marry you!”
Jude laughed, shaking his head. He scooped the boy up from the carpeted floor, Erling’s face instinctively finding its place in the crook of his neck. Jude’s warm hands easily cradled the small frame, holding him steady as he began a slow sway. He hummed a low lullaby—a tether for Erling, whose bedtime had arrived far earlier than his energy levels had originally suggested. Jude inhaled deeply, catching the sweet tang of tangerines beginning to bloom against the boy’s skin. The scent gland was still immature, but the hint of his future secondary gender was there.
“I’d love that,” Jude whispered with a chuckle. “But I think your uncle might have something to say about me stealing his favorite nephew.”
Erling yawned, his tiny fingers locking behind Jude’s neck in a sleepy grip. “I’m gonna be a big and strong Alpha,” he murmured against Jude’s skin. “Even bigger than Uncle Edvin. You’ll see.”
“Is that so?” Jude’s gaze softened as the boy’s weight turned heavy with sleep. “Okay, little tangerine. I’ll wait.”
Erling laughed at the memory, his eyes darkening as he devoured the sight of the man before him. Jude hadn’t changed much—he had only grown older, more sinful, and finally, blissfully free of Uncle Edvin. The mating bite on Jude’s left collarbone had begun to fade, the old claim losing its grip. In its place, the potent aroma of musky jasmine was flooding the room, thick enough to enter his tastebuds. His mouth watered. Even with Jude still in his black apron, dusted with flour and chocolate from the day's work, the domesticity was utterly defeated by the Omega’s pheromones.
Jude’s thick, scarlet lips were parted, swollen and damp from arousal. Erling’s hand shifted, fingers wrapping around the older man’s throat, squeezing just enough to make Jude gasp.
“Jude, I can’t believe we’re actually doing it,” Erling murmured. He leaned down, grazing Jude’s cheek with his hot breath. “You’re so beautiful. I feel like I’m going to melt just looking at you like this, fuck.” He ground his hips forward, the friction of their bodies sparking a desperate lust.
Jude whimpered, his hands trembling as they flew up to Erling’s biceps, gripping the corded muscle. His mind was a haze of jasmine and heat; his skin was slick with sweat, and he could feel himself dripping more, his own biology betraying any hesitation. He knew he’d have to face the consequences of this later, but right now, he couldn't see past the Alpha over him.
“Er- Erling, please,” he begged, his fingers digging deeper into the Alpha’s arms.
“Please what?” Erling chuckled. “Say it clearly. I can’t hear you.”
Jude gulped, the world tilting as Erling’s heavy tangerine scent began to cover him, drowning out the last traces of the old mark. “Do it. Just- ah-” He arched his back, legs squirming. “Fuck me.”
“Beg harder, Jude. Just like how I begged you to marry me,” Erling said, left hand going down to the Omega’s thigh as he nestled himself in between Jude’s crotch. He smirked when the dampness from his uncle’s slick had grown enough to leak and stain his pants. “How do you want me to do it? Hard? Or slow enough to drive you crazy?”
Erling knew heat had finally overtaken Jude’s senses as the Omega was no longer coherent, eyes watery and basically begged to be fucked. He laughed again, pulling down Jude’s sweatpants, throwing the fabric away from sight. His mouth drooled when he saw the darker splotch on Jude’s entrance as slick kept flowing through. Erling caressed the lace panty-covered pussy, entertained when he saw Jude throw his head back on the pillow. He wondered how hot Jude inside was, one thing for sure he knew it would drive him crazy. Erling teased the swollen clit with his thumb, receiving a needy, pathetic moan in return.
“P- please,”
“What? I barely touched your cunt and you’re already this horny? You can’t think straight, you fucking slut?” Erling asked, trailing the slit with his pointer finger. Then, without another beat, he slapped Jude’s pussy over the lace panty.
It’s too much. Fuck. Jude shouldn’t have let Erling see him vulnerable like this, not when the young Alpha on top of him was his ex-husband’s nephew. The innocent and childish boy had long been forgotten now, replaced by a dominant Alpha whose deep voice sent him into a frenzy. Jude shouldn’t moan when Erling teased his most sensitive part, but, he genuinely needed to be fucked—to be filled to the brim, claimed, and bred. The stinging sensation coming from the slap lingered, but Jude found himself getting hornier, jerking his hips forward to meet Erling’s growing erection.
Jude spread his legs wider when Erling dived down, kissing the lace panty that was pretty much still in the way—and Jude wished Erling would just discard the useless fabric. Alas, his limbs were too numb to move, and he almost screamed when Erling’s tongue licked his covered slit. Fuck. His eyes shut tight, weighted down from arousal. Jude ran his lithe fingers to Erling’s messy blond hair, combing through the strands as the Alpha kept on giving kitten-licks, teasing him mercilessly. His clit throbbed, and Jude moaned when Erling finally succumbed to his own urges, pulling down the lace panty and letting the Omega to be bottom-half naked.
Erling licked his lips when he was finally able to see the full view of Jude’s pussy, uncovered—clean-shaven, glistened with slick, and reddened from his earlier teasing. It was like seeing a live pornography, yet for him, Jude was more appealing than any Omegas he’d fucked before. He smirked when Jude’s fingers reached down towards his own pussy, spreading his folds to show the young Alpha how horny he was; and the sight was able to make Erling growl.
He went back in, diving his face to the Omega’s cunt. It smelled just like Jude’s pheromones; jasmine flowers. Erling glided his tongue, tasting the slick, his high nose bridge brushed against the swollen clit. He devoured the labias, kissing the horny, hungry pussy as if they were Jude’s own lips. He chuckled when the Omega’s legs quivered in pleasure, threading his long fingers on Erling’s hair, pushing the Alpha closer to his cunt.
“Ahh~ fuck, Erl~” Jude babbled, biting his lower lip. “I- fuckkkk,” his tears dropped into his chiseled, hollow cheeks when Erling sucked on his clit, circling the nub with the tip of his tongue. He looked down, then locked eyes with Erling who stared at him like an apex predator, mouth stained from the Omega’s own juice.
Erling pulled back a little to spit on the already wet cunt, his erection had started to be a little fucking annoying—he needed to fuck this slut quickly before losing his actual mind, or worse, going into his own rut cycle. He wanted Jude to know who owned him now. He can trigger my rut. He kept on eating Juse out even when the Omega’s moan became more erratic and high-pitched. This pussy tastes fucking incredible. Using his girthy fingers, Erling spread the lips, sucking more on the red nub which was definitely Jude’s favorite place to be licked, his fingers teased the entrance, and Erling finally inserted his middle finger, fucking the Omega slowly.
“Fuck! Mhhm! I- shit,” Jude couldn’t muffle his whimpers, not when he was this turned on. His brain went blank when Erling entered a second finger, fingering him faster. The squelching sound of his pussy being stretched and Erling’s mouth still sucking on his clit grew increasingly louder—baiting Jude’s orgasm to get closer and closer. His free hand gripped his own chest, pinching his protruding nipple underneath his shirt. “Mmh, feels so fucking good. F- fuck, ooh, I wanna-“
Erling fastened his fingers while Jude’s tight walls massaging his digits, his cock twitched from the phantom graze of the Omega’s inner heat.
“Ahhhh! Fuck! Fuck! S- stop, I want- a- fuck! I wanna cum!” Jude sobbed, trying to push the Alpha away from his incoming overstimulation, his long legs shaking uncontrollably. His high-pitched pleas were inaudible to Erling who kept fingering him, sucking his clit even more harshly. “Erl- Erling, Stop!” Jude begged.
Jude couldn’t hold it back anymore, his body lifted higher as his grip on the Alpha’s hair grew tighter. His heart thrummed faster as his orgasm finally reached him. He moaned loudly when he squirted, wetting Erling’s face who was still busy eating his pussy out.
Erling laughed when the Omega cummed, giving the puffy, fat folds another long lick before finally pulling back, taking out his fingers. His face was wet, both from Jude’s squirt and oozing slick, he ran his hand to his face before entering the two fingers—same ones he used to finger-fuck Jude—into his mouth, tasting the filthy liquid like it was a delicious drink to quench his thirst. He stared at Jude who was still steadying his breath, legs still wide open. Erling yanked his compression shirt over his head, pulled down his trousers which had grown too tight from erection, leaving his briefs only; and his precum had started to drip.
“Uncle,” he called, lowering himself down. “Do you want me to fuck you?” Erling smirked.
Jude was still in ecstasy, the euphoria triggered by his orgasm overcame his entire senses. Yet, he nodded frantically. His heat hadn’t subsided much, his pussy was definitely in need of a good pounding now; wrecked and properly used. “Y- yes,” he answered, hands wrapping around Erling’s neck. “I need you inside me, now,” he added, digging his heels to the small of the Alpha’s back, pushing him lower.
“You can’t regret this,” Erling said, his lips finding Jude’s scent gland, inhaling the familiar scent he grew up with. “Because I’ll fuck you so hard the only word you can remember later is please,” he licked the pale neck, nibbling on the disappearing mating bite there.
Erling rubbed the mound of his cock on Jude’s wet pussy, growling slightly from the sensation. He dreamed of him; wondering how it felt to be inside him, whether it would be as amazing as he daydreamed when he was younger. He pulled down his underwear, threw it onto the floor, and he smirked when Jude’s eyes widened. “What? You can’t chicken out now, Uncle. I’ll make it fit inside you,” he told the Omega, then he yanked Jude’s apron and shirt—now, the two of them were fully naked with no fabric separating them.
“Erling,” Jude called, eyes glassy.
“Mhm?”
“Kiss me.”
Erling obeyed. He kissed the Omega hungrily, savouring the red lips with growing lust between them. He wasn’t sure if Jude said so because he truly wanted this, or perhaps his heat had caused him to say something stupid. Either way, Erling rocked his hips forward, his cock rubbed against Jude’s folds, separating the fat lips. The bulging veins kept nudging against the Omega’s swollen clit, and Jude moaned into the kiss. Erling humped faster, he broke the kiss first and connected their foreheads together. Gritting his teeth, Erling’s rough palms fell to Jude’s thighs, spreading them wider. The humping nearly caused him to cum fast, which was hilariously out of character. Alas, Jude had always been too much for him to handle.
Jude lolled his head back when Erling’s cock entered him slowly. It was much bigger than he expected, not fitting the delicate features on the young Alpha’s face. Or so, Jude thought Erling couldn’t be anything but soft and endearing. He looked down, seeing his own pussy struggling to swallow the girthy cock. He moaned again when Erling spat on their connected sexes, it was the only lube they cared enough to afford now. Erling bottomed out, balls-deep inside him. Jude screamed, both from pleasure and pain. He’d never been this full before. His head banging from hazy thoughts, all he wanted was for Erling to fuck him properly.
“Are you okay?” Erling asked, caressing Jude’s face.
The Omega nodded, then let out a needy whimper when Erling started to move. He grabbed on the bedsheets tightly, as his body began moving to follow the Alpha’s thrusts. It began slowly, as Jude was still adapting to Erling’s size, then he found himself being pounded harsher, with his legs lifted now. “Mhmm, fuckk!” he stared at Erling through half-lidded eyes, his entire body shuddering from pleasure. Erling looked different with his sweaty skin, muscles popping out more as he thrusted, the veins on the Alpha’s hands were rougher—and Jude wondered how it would feel if Erling truly choked him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Erling whispered, clenching his jaw. His hands gripped Jude’s slender waist tightly, satisfied to see how perfect the Omega was under his touches. He pistoned his hips, fucking the older man rough.
“P- please, ahh!” Jude closed his eyes, mouth dropped open. His breathing had begun stuttering, then he sucked on his fingers before going down to his own clit. He played with the engorged clit, circling the swollen red nub as Erling kept pumping inside him. It’s embarrassing, but I’m so fucking horny, Jude bit his lower lip from the thought of masturbating in front of the Alpha who he raised as his own son.
Erling gulped, slowing down a little bit to watch Jude masturbating in front of him. His cock looked bruised from how hard he was, the veins prominent, and Jude’s juice coated every inch of his manhood. The Omega was stretched out properly with Erling’s cock teasing his cervix. “You just can’t get enough, can you? You’re fucking whore. There’s nothing inside your useless cumdump brain but cocks,” he murmured.
Lowering himself again, Erling yanked Jude’s hands away and pinned them down over the Omega’s head. His grip was tight enough to make Jude groan in pain, yet somehow, the Alpha knew Jude was practically begging for it. His free hand clenched the older man’s chin, forcing him to lock their gazes. He smirked when Jude couldn’t open his eyes, drowned in pleasure as his thrusts got faster.
“Whore. You like having your nephew inside of you, huh? Fucking you raw and cumming inside your pussy? Tell me, how did Uncle Edvin fuck you? Was his dick as big as mine?” Erling’s gaze darkened. “Tell me, slut. Has this pussy been fucked properly before?”
Jude whined, breathing heavily. “N- no,” he answered, barely coherent. Erling’s dick kept on abusing his sweet spot, making him squirm as he could feel orgasm building inside again. His stomach coiled, clit pulsating from feeling unused. His eyes crossed when Erling’s grip on his arms tightened, bruising his wrists from the heavy pressure. “Ahh, fuck- Erl- g…good,” he moaned, not sure what he actually wanted to say.
“No? Is that why you’re so eager to be fucked by me? Because he didn’t satisfy your lust?” Erling laughed. “Jude, you’re such a fucking slut. You should close down the bakery. Sell your body, isn’t that what you like the most? Mhm? Being used and bred? Got pregnant by countless Alphas? This pussy is meant to be used anyway, filled and pounded,” he laughed, rocking his hips faster.
Jude knew he should be furious. He shouldn’t be talking like that. He should be livid at the way Erling had just belittled him, hurling those derogatory words. The Erling Haaland he had raised was supposed to be a sweet and gentle Alpha—the boy who worried his mere presence would intimidate the customers at the bakery. That Erling had been timid, a boy who shied away from crowds and sought refuge in the shadows, far from the public’s prying eyes. Yet, that boy was gone. In his place stood a menacing Alpha, his grip tightening around Jude’s throat.
The Omega choked, a cough racking his chest as the air was cut off, but deep down, a traitorous part of him wanted more. He liked the way his pulse hammered against Erling’s palm. He should hate these filthy urges that coiled in his gut. He knew he shouldn't lust over a boy half his age—especially not the one he had spent years protecting.
“Whore,” Erling spat, his saliva landing on Jude’s temple. “I’ll get you pregnant,” he said, quickening his thrusts.
Jude let out a sigh of relief when Erling stopped choking him, whimpering as the rough hand of the Alpha palmed his arsecheek, spreading him wider. Erling eventually let go of the grip on Jude’s wrists, now using both hands on the Omega’s waist as leverage to slam harder. “Please, Erling! Fuck! Ahh!” Jude felt the familiar churning sensation in his lower stomach. Erling fucked him relentlessly, hitting the same spot that sent his mind blank. I feel so fucking good. Fuck, I need him to breed me. His legs quivered, moans coming out more, and Jude squirted for the second time when Erling’s pistoning cock sheathed deep inside him.
Erling grunted at the sight of how Juse squirted with his dick still fucking him. His pussy was even tighter throughout the orgasm, clenching his cock erratically. The thrusts were sliding easier now from how wet Jude was, the Omega sprawled backwards helplessly—overstimulated from how fast Erling fucking him through his orgasm, squelching sound of his cunny being ruined was too audible. Erling wondered if his uncle had made this huge of a mess on Jude, and the thought was enough to send a swarm of jealousy over him. He slammed harder, head thrown back, and his jaw tightened as he filled up Jude with his cum.
“Fuck- shit,” Erling growled, sliding his cock in-and-out. He came inside the Omega, deep, with his seed leaking from Jude’s pounded cunt. He steadied his breath before pulling out.
Jude heat had finally lessened a little bit, clearing his thoughts.
Fuck, what the fuck did I just do?
Jude quickly swallowed the contraceptive pills, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and placing down the glass over the counter. He sighed deeply, resting against the humming fridge. The memory of him getting fucked by his own nephew came again, this time, more vividly. He brought his hands to his face, hiding the crimson cheeks he knew weren’t appropriate. I fucked my own nephew. He knew he messed up by succumbing to his heat, Jude blamed it on himself. Erling was just eighteen-years-old, probably too gullible to understand he was taken advantage of by his uncle.
“Mum?”
With the sound of Bjørn’s footsteps approaching, Jude jolted awake from his thoughts. Clearing his throat, Jude returned to his duty of packing lunch for his son before the school bus arrived. “Yes, sweetheart? What is it?” he answered.
Bjørn, the fifteen-year-old Alpha, cheekily laughed before handing out his hand. “Can I get more pocket money? Erling asked me if I wanted to go to the arcade with him and Jobe after school,” he said.
“Well,” Jude choked on the lingering ghost of Erling’s name. “I’ll transfer the money to your cousin’s account,” he said, averting his son’s gaze. “Don’t stay out too late!”
Bjørn nodded. “Okay! Erling would drive me home later! He said he wanted to see you!”
Oh, fuck. Jude gulped.