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The morning after Astarion had severe morning sickness, Gale was doing everything within his power to provide, even if it was sickeningly sweet to the vampire; making sure he had enough pillows (although it was within Astarion’s own omega nature to be nesting), that he was getting fed properly (much to the elf’s reassurances that he was fine with Gale bringing him pig’s blood from the butcher’s to give the wizard a break in being drank from). It was all a little strange and novel that he was being looked after by an alpha as doting and caring as Gale, but they were both new to this parenthood that Astarion eased into it.
He did like being pampered, after all.
A month in his gestation, Astarion had been noticing Gale’s musk had become increasingly strong, signaling the alpha was beginning his rut. Anytime he was around Gale, the wizard would stiffen, Astarion seeing a rising panic in the alpha’s eyes before Gale would suddenly excuse himself and hide away in a guest room, hardly to be seen for the rest of the day and into the next. He gradually began to think Gale was afraid of hurting Astarion during a full rut cycle with how the wizard ended up avoiding Astarion nearly for an entire tenday. Was Gale ashamed of what he was going through?
Astarion took it upon himself to approach the bottom of the stairs that led to the floor the guest room was on, catching the very heavy stink of Gale’s scent - woodsy with a layer of lavender; hearing a flutter of wings and a small meow at his feet, Astarion glanced to Tara looking a little worried with how her ears and tail swiveled and flicked.
“Was he like this before? When he locked himself away that year,” Astarion asked, switching his gaze to the landing ahead.
“He certainly was in a … mood, when this came about,” Tara explained. “However there were certainly more scratches along the wood when it was just him. No amount of Mending could help. Poor dear. Although judging by his scent, I think he has forgotten to take the heat suppressants to make the cycle more … manageable.”
“He’s been swept up in looking after me …”
“He fails to look after himself.”
Astarion sighed out. “That sounds very accurate for him.” And sounded like an opportunity for him to experience Gale in such a state.
“I think it would be in both our shared interests that he needs to be looked after,” Tara fluttered the tips of her wings. “You understand his nature better than any book I’ve read on, I entrust you to the matter.”
“Probably for the best,” Astarion began his trek up the stairs, finding it hard to not breathe in the rut stink, even if he didn’t need to entirely breathe.
He noticed the lightest then deepest of claw marks on the wood halfway then at the top, finding that Gale was struggling to keep himself together, coming to a door Astarion definitely smelled the source was emanating from. Upon opening, the waft of the alpha’s rut blasted him in the face, the omega covering his nose and mouth while rushing over to a window to at least get some air in and let the room and floor breathe for once.
“Gods below, Gale,” Astarion huffed as he took manual breaths to not feel like he was swimming in it.
That was when he turned around and saw a sorry sight.
Tucked away in the corner of a cell Astarion didn’t even know existed was Gale, having seemed to have manacled himself to a post that looked to have been bent on multiple occasions. Claw marks littering the floor, scratches on the metal bars, and … were those … teeth marks? What made things different from when they first bonded and mated to now? And if the heat suppressants made his cycle under most wraps …
“Gale?”
Gold eyes snapped to him behind a curtain of messy brown locks, and perhaps for the first time since being bonded, the omega nearly cowered before his alpha for a moment before the feeling faded away, Astarion straightened and took a step forward. His alpha charged for the bars, snarling and lowly growling with sniffs, Gale calming down by the second registering his omega’s scent.
“You do know this is completely unnecessary?” Astarion crossed his arms, gesturing to the cage and manacles with a waving finger. “Do you truly believe you’re a danger to me when you’re like this?”
Gale went silent, gold eyes darting before Astarion, like the wheels were turning before the wizard huffed in defeat, slumping down to the floor. The elf sighed through his nose, crouching to Gale’s level.
“Do you think in this state that you might hurt our firstborns if you mounted me?”
That got him to turn around and face Astarion with the answer written in Gale’s near pain filled eyes.
Yes.
“Oh, love,” Astarion reached through to brush the hair out of Gale’s eyes, tucking some behind his ears. “You’re being incredibly thoughtful, but you don’t need to lock yourself up like this. There’s other ways to keep you happy and satisfied that don't include mounting me into oblivion.”
With a small cock of Gale’s head Astarion huffed a chuckle, rising while removing his robe, letting it fall to the side; the alpha gave a low growl seeing his omega exposed with a faint glow about him, eyes soon becoming glued to the glistening slit Astarion gave himself to help with the pregnancy, calling on the Blessing of Corellon to do so.
Astarion could see a thin stream of drool come out of both Gale’s mouth and exposed cock that looked red and raw from many masturbations, the wizard’s wrap shirt nearly undone and clinging to him from heavy perspiration. Poor man must’ve spent hours in here, all pent up and needing something to fuck other than his hand.
“Poor thing,” Astarion softly cooed, approaching the bars once more, seeing Gale become taut like a spring, lowly snarling.
He was about to speak when Gale finally sprung, rough hands grabbing at Astarion’s ass cheeks and groping hard, teeth clamping down on the claiming mark with his cock thrusting through between Astarion’s thighs, the alpha mindlessly rutting into them.
Astarion gasped and gripped at the bars when he was pulled in, a yelp escaping from being bit into that caused him to grimace faintly from the sudden pressure and pain, but low-key was enjoying this nonetheless. His eyes noticing the chains were nearly taut against the pole, wondering if he could Mage Hand the key over to unlock Gale completely.
That would ruin his plan of keeping Gale controlled, he too was beginning to think that perhaps there might be a chance Gale would be a little too rough that it might hurt Astarion and their spawn.
The rut musk burned in his eyes and lungs, Astarion thankfully keeping his breathing managed and closed his eyes but still felt like he was being wrapped up in it completely and becoming nigh unbreathable, despite being undead. He reached his arms through the bars to steady himself against Gale, hissing as the wizard bit down on a new area and continued to bite and nip harder than Astarion liked.
“Now, now,” Astarion pushed away with all his strength, rubbing at a new bite mark that hurt more than the last, “bite like that again, and I might have to muzzle you.”
The alpha growled loudly from his gut, a bruised wrist attempting to reach through the bars, the pole creaking with more pressure applied to it with each pull from the caged alpha. Gale looked more wolfish by the second, his frame faintly bulkier and hairier. Astarion watched on with a raised brow. Normally if they were both in sync, he would’ve relished all of this and immediately present himself. But it wasn’t his time to be in his cycle, the elf lightly huffed, searching the room for a gag, not wanting to risk being bit again.
A cloth gag wouldn’t work, those canines would tear right through it.
He did happen upon a cage muzzle. A corner of his brow perked up. Turning around and showing the muzzle made the alpha grow quiet, understanding what his omega was wanting from him. Gale conceded with a small huff, lowering his head a little to Astarion’s surprise as the elf came forward and fixed it onto his alpha’s head.
“Such a good doggy for letting me put this on you,” Astarion lightly teased, seeing Gale’s cheeks turn red. He lightly smirked, pecking Gale on his forehead. “Now, then, where were we?”
Those hands were on him again, the alpha tried biting down again but growled in frustration from the muzzle, attempting again but resigned to burying his head in the crook of Astarion’s neck and shoulder while he rutted into Astarion’s thighs with wild abandon.
“Poor thing,” Astarion purred in Gale’s ear, hearing the low rumbling growls. “All wound up, nothing to fuck. You should’ve asked first before you went and did something like this, my terrible beastie. This seems a bit more manageable for both of us.”
That caused a whine and a whimper from the alpha, headbutting into Astarion’s jaw and cheek with a growling purr.
“A little thigh fucking or taking my throat wouldn’t hurt anyone the next time you’re in rut,” the elf continued, carding through Gale’s hair and roaming along his shoulders and back. “And who knows, perhaps if we learn a little more that you mounting me while I’m carrying won’t hurt me or the pups … maybe you’ll want to put more pups in me like that.”
The hands on his ass groped harder, Gale snarled wildly, pressing the cage muzzle further into Astarion as if to bite down, hips snapping harshly with more speed.
“Ah ha, ohh, that did something to you, didn’t it?” Astarion chuckled and teased. “Imagine … I’m halfway through term, you’re in a rut, needing to mount … already so full with the twins, you want to put more in me?”
The feral snarling morphed into whines and whimpers, Astarion feeling a knot form below between his thighs, the thrusting losing its rhythm.
“Easy, darling, I’ll take it from here,” Astarion purred, pulling away and sinking to his knees, trying to not gag from the overwhelming rut stink radiating off of Gale’s throbbing and drooling cock as he took it in as far as the bars allowed him to.
The alpha above him shook and trembled against the bars while the vampire sucked him off, hips desperate to thrust into Astarion’s throat, but the elf held them down, easing Gale into a heavy climax as the alpha shot thick ropes that Astarion swallowed. He slowly pulled off, a thin stream of saliva connected with the puffed head of Gale’s thick girth.
Astarion rose, seeing some clarity come to Gale’s eyes at least. He grabbed for the keys, undoing the door and unlocking Gale completely from the manacles. The wizard stood sheepishly, as if he were tucking his tail between his legs, looking a mess with his semi-softened cock out and his shirt undone. Gale fixed himself best he could manage, his bulge still present even after closing over his crotch, hair tousled.
“Feeling better?” Gale nodded. “Is there anything else?” Another nod. Astarion piecing together that Gale wasn’t still there entirely, but seemed to be in a different headspace. “Use your words, Gale, love.”
That got him a small whine. Astarion slowly nodded recognizing what in Gale switched off and what switched on.
“Are we a little beastie brained to use words?” Another whine. Astarion was finding this rather adorable. “That’s alright, my timorous beast, no need to speak. You’re just happy to be near me, aren’t you?”
A small whimper with a nod, those eyes twinkling at him in a mix of gold and brown, nearly looking tan or like a shining sandy beach.
“I think I read in one of your books that an alpha is a little more grounded in their rut cycle when their omega is around them,” Astarion started, fixing Gale’s wrap shirt, “and when they’re not, the alpha goes into a feral state, more deeper than usual, until they feel their omega’s presence. You know you could’ve just kept to our bedroom, or followed me around instead of restoring to … this.”
He saw the guilt and defeat in Gale’s eyes, the alpha registering that, yes, it would have been completely fine for him to be around his omega. Gale gave a small whine, hands gingerly brushing against the bump on Astarion’s abdomen.
“You didn’t want to hurt me or the pups, yes, it was thoughtful,” Astarion continued to tie knots on the wrap shirt, “but this probably wasn’t the solution to dealing with us being out of sync and being parents. First time for everything, I suppose.” He finished, hands reaching up and undid the muzzle. Gale gave a little shake of his head, immediately peppering kisses along Astarion’s jaw and neck, finally connecting their lips.
Astarion softly grunted, gently pushing Gale away. “We need to give you a bath to wash off of most of this stink because bloody hells, love, it’s making my eyes water.”
The alpha whimpered, taking a step back. So the pup doesn’t want to bathe. Astarion sighed, trying to find a way to coax his dog brained alpha out and into a warm bath.
“Well, I’m going to wash up at least,” Astarion slowly stepped out of the cage, eyeing his alpha take timid steps towards him. “But there’s places I can’t reach … care to help?”
One bath later, Astarion relaxed by the hearth in the bedroom, book in his hands and a very satisfied alpha with his face buried in his crotch. Even if Astarion was in his evening clothes, Gale still huffed and took in his scent, happy to just exist and be near his omega. The elf would lightly pet and scratch at Gale’s hair, the alpha giving a happy rumble. The stink was still lingering but much more subdued thanks to the bath oils Astarion coated Gale in while they bathed together.
He’d be thankful when Gale would come out of his rut and not stink up the tower so much. Tara would be as well.