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“Have you made the necessary arrangements for your mother to ensure her safety?”
“Yes, Tara. But the twins have barely reached two years of age. There shouldn’t be any problems from them casting spells.”
“Gale, Arivae could cast Polymorph at six months, remember?”
“I haven’t forgotten, Astarion. Which is why I think Tara should accompany my mother in watching the twins for the week.”
“Mr. Dekarios, is that really necessary?”
“The wards and various anti-magic precautions I’ve placed around my mother’s home ahead of time need ample safeguards, Tara, in case for whatever reason Arivae’s wild magic breaks them.”
The tressym fluttered her wings as she sat upright, her tail swishing in contemplation and debate at Gale’s words. She could see something brewing in the wizard’s eyes as he couldn’t but steal glances at Astarion who seemed to be doing the same. As far as Tara was aware, after the pair had come home with two bundles of joy and started raising the twins, both their respective cycles were out of sync for a better part of a year before they aligned at least once. Even then both took suppressants to ride them out separately.
It came time that their cycles were beginning to align once more, however it appeared to be more intense this year, if Tara wagered anything while she passively observed both men’s activities around the tower. She resigned with a small sigh, licking her paw.
“As you say, Mr. Dekarios. I’m sure Morena would appreciate the company, nonetheless.”
“We thank you greatly, Tara, truly. My mother should be here promptly to pick up Adon and Arivae.”
With the twins and Tara off with Gale’s mother, the tower was exceedingly quiet for the first time in nearly two years. They promised to give each other at least a year or so before wanting to mate and start again for another litter, even if Astarion became a little too eager for wanting more pups a month after they arrived back in Waterdeep.
Gale kissed the top of his omega’s head as they lingered in the front hallway, Astarion tucking his head under Gale’s chin with a small purr. In the days leading up to this moment, they were both aware of their cycles syncing, Gale taking every step and precaution to arrange his mother watching the twins for no more than a week. He could feel his loins burning with an intense heat he’s hardly felt before, finding from research both secondary sexes' cycles would become incredibly vigorous after a successful litter has been produced.
He could feel it in Astarion acutely in recent nights, feeling the subconscious needing tug pulling at his alpha instincts that returned in kind with a soft growl rumbling deep into Astairon’s core. Gale could sense a deeply seated yearning within Astarion, the insatiable crave to be bred and knotted felt tenfold and it was only natural for him to respond to it with possessive hands on his omega’s hips, answering his mate’s silent call.
It was only a matter of time after they had taken suppressants and dealt with their cycles separately that their primal instincts needed to become purely unbridled, raw and lose one another completely in the other’s scent. Their respective natures could not be tamed, no matter what they did to ease and contain their cycles.
“I suppose there’s only one thing left to do,” Gale mused aloud in the hallway.
“Oh?” Astarion lifted his head as he peered up at him, his lips pulling into a coy grin matching in his eyes. “And what might that be, Mr. Dekarios?”
Gale’s arm around his waist squeezed while the hand there gripped at his hip, his alpha’s scent of books and lavender flooded his nostrils in a crashing wave hitting his mind. Astarion panted, leaning into Gale with his own scent permeating and watching his alpha’s pupils dilate in response.
“I wish you treat you first before we both lose ourselves,” Gale rumbled softly, the hand on Astarion’s hip moving to grope an asscheek.
“Not like you do that already, darling.” Astarion reached a hand up to cup Gale’s cheek, the wizard turning his face to kiss at the omega’s palm.
“I know. But allow me to give you the honor of having your fill of me.” Gale pulled away but held Astarion’s hands in his, going to one knee. “Not as alpha and omega, but lovers. I want you in me, Astarion. Have me, please, before our natures call to one another.”
Astarion for the first time in his life never had an alpha be this vulnerable to drop his guard and status, just to experience bodily pleasure with another. An incredibly high honor, indeed. For Gale to not heed to his secondary sex and wanting to be bound to his love first and foremost above their natures, Astarion could only stand dumbfounded seeing the glow in Gale’s eyes of adoration for him.
“I - Gale …” His cheeks blushed a faint pink, the tips of his ears warm, what blood in his system flowed south to gather in his groin as his cock twitched. “You really want me to -”
“I understand it’s highly unheard of, but yes.” Those big brown eyes of Gale’s pleaded, rallying Astarion to see his husband as a pup begging for love. The vampire broke one hand away, cupping the wizard’s cheek which Gale leaned into. Astarion brushed his thumb along Gale’s cheekbone, finding his footing in topping his alpha as the knelt man’s expression never faltered in begging and looked more desperate.
“How can I say no to a face like that?” Astarion playfully grinned, pulling away to approach the stairs to their bedroom. “Come along then, my dear sweet puppy.”
Seeing a man with a normal confident air whimper and following suit was delightful for Astarion to witness. Gale was at his heels coming into the bedroom, clothes immediately being discarded on the floor by the bed. Astarion went to lay on his back, Gale stopping him with a hand on his shoulder and obliged that he lay down.
The afternoon sun shining through the windows had turned Gale’s skin into gold, glowing just like the sun bathing Astarion in warmth and radiance. The halo of hair tousled on the pillow, the curves of Gale’s body highlighting the softness in areas he gained sympathy weight and kept it, the hues of his brown eyes shining brighter and almost the color like sand on a beach; a godly vision Astarion wanted to worship.
Astarion crawled to be above him, raking Gale’s flank with a caressing hand. The coolness on his skin caused Gale to shiver, an exhale gasping from his lungs Astarion breathed back in with the crush of their lips. His hands never stopped exploring Gale’s form, delicately scratching at the carpet of hair covering the wizard’s torso, hearing the other purr against his mouth.
He cupped and massaged pectorals, gingerly tweaking perked nipples drawing out another long, breathy moan beneath Astarion. His lips trailed along the nicely cropped beard, coveting the area he feeds from to hear and feel Gale’s heart beat faster while he lingered there with sucking kisses over the vein, the rapid pulse calling to Astarion’s vampiric nature and then it began to click.
He was a vampire. Gale was just a human. Astarion had power over him in this regard. Right now, Astarion was not the omega, nor a man who loved another man; he was a predator. And his prey so willingly gave up his second nature to be beneath him.
Astarion had paused to muse on this while Gale peppered his jaw with kisses, the elf slowly reached a hand into Gale’s hair and gripped with a strengthening hand. A small, sharp ‘ah’ came from his offering, red eyes darting to the faint wince Gale had from the pulling. Astarion’s disposition shifted then, looming over Gale more in the bed and in response the man beneath him squirmed, the heart drumming harder.
Out of the corner of his eye Gale could see Astarion’s eyes darken, bright rubies turning maroon or nearly black. He, too, could sense what was happening and it made him crave it more. He craned his head into the hand gripping his hair to expose more of his throat, opening his body for the taking as he spread his hips wider.
“You’ve been so sweet to me.” Astarion’s voice dropped deep against his ear, making Gale feel small beneath him while the purr continued. “You’d do anything to satisfy me. And here you are, subservient. Thoughtful. Bestowing upon me a great gift.” His free hand trailed down Gale’s flank, trailing along to press a finger against his hole. “Your body. Flesh and all.”
A whine chirped from Gale’s throat, clenching at the tip of the digit right at his entrance. Under his breath Astarion cast Grease to coat his finger in a light amount, pressing the finger to the first knuckle. Gale’s back instinctively arched with a small gasp from the intrusion, his panting quickening while his hole tightened. Astarion worked his finger further in to hear Gale whine next to his ear, the man’s moans fueling the elf further to add a second digit inside.
Gale tensed feeling a second finger enter him, clenching and fluttering around the pair scissoring at his insides, working him loose to eventually take Astarion. The elf above him kept his eyes closed, focusing on Gale around his fingers and the vocalizing from his love whining and moaning. He softly purred, breathing in Gale’s scent and the wonderful bouquet of his blood positively pulsing underneath him, the man’s heart thrumming a maddening beat sinking Astarion further into his predatory nature.
“There we go,” Astarion panted breathlessly, drinking in the sounds and feeling the other writhe beneath. “You sound so sweet for me, keen for me to bite and have my fill of you. You’re not an alpha in this scenario, but prey.”
“Hhn! Ah!” A jolt of something unnamed ruptured up Gale’s spine and snapped at his neurons, freezing his brain. Astarion’s words had unlocked a part of Gale and pulled him plummeting into a docile mindset, mewling and flexing around the fingers swirling and pressing into him.
‘You’re not an alpha … but prey.’
Prey. A word Gale had never attributed to himself, his secondary nature having a hand in blocking him from experiencing moments of this kind of vulnerability.
Which was why he wanted to push his alpha sex aside to truly bond with Astarion, to have his share of being the one to receive. He can pleasure Astarion all he wanted, but Gale never afforded himself the chance to fully give his love the experience of fucking him. This was their chance before their cycles and primal natures took hold.
“Are you ready, my love?” Astarion’s voice pulled him to the present moment, the vampire’s lips mostly warm from the heat radiating off Gale’s skin to plant sucking kisses along his jaw and neck.
“Yes … please … Astarion … fuck me … make me yours, feed from me …”
“You ask so nicely, too. Such sweet prey.”
Gale whined in response, whimpering from the emptiness that followed from Astarion removing his fingers. Astarion glanced down at himself to take his hardening shaft, stroking himself with two pumps and shuddering in the process before he lined up and pressed the head of his cock in.
It was a strange sensation for Astarion, to be the one penetrating. Old humiliating memories of when he’d be compelled to sink his flaccid or semi into a female omega in heat flashed out of the initial entry into Gale, but those were days long past Astarion had swept away when he started to build his life with Gale. He had been able to regain and build his autonomy, to feel comfortable in his skin again. He pushed past the once haunting images and continued to indulge his love beneath him.
Gale felt his alpha nature nip back wanting to snarl and subsume control over his omega the more Astarion sunk himself in, the wizard sounding a growl but whimpered shortly after to experience the ripple of pleasure racing up his spine. His hole relaxed and fluttered, squeezing again and flexed around the length pushing further in, knuckles white from grasping the pillows and bedsheets with an arched back.
“I heard that, pup. Mind your tone and manners,” Astarion warned with his mouth dangerously close against Gale’s neck. A soft hum pressed against Astarion’s lips as he fully sat within Gale, his cock lightly twitching from the flexing around it. Gale smelled so sweet before him, the vampire humming again and bit into the meat of Gale’s shoulder to drink a taste.
Gale groaned from the bite, feeling his body sink and relaxed. Astarion’s hips canted in slow strokes, his leg pressing a knee against Gale’s thigh to part his legs wider. Cold lips touched the heat of Gale’s skin along his collarbone and chest, the hand that had been grasping at his hair freed itself to hook under Gale’s other knee and bring his leg closer and over Astarion’s shoulder. The angle certainly helped drive the elf deeper into him, a loud moan sounding from Gale as his eyes fluttered closed to experience the sensation.
“M-more … gods … more,” he panted, hips slapping against his ass in response making him respond in kind by tightening and giving a higher moan that echoed in the room. “Fuck … Astarion …”
“Gale … fuck … you … you feel so good …” The steady flexing around his cock brought moans crawling from Astarion’s gut, the elf lifting his head to crush his lips into Gale’s. The wet smacks of his hips driving into the other and their moaning lazy kissing filled the room, Gale’s whimpering gave Astarion an opening to drink from him once more as he bit into a spot on the wizard’s chest and drank with his hands gripping at Gale’s hips while he did so.
Again, Gale’s alpha nature came forward, snarling back deeply with his own hands reaching to rip the hands on his hips. Astarion was quick to snatch Gale’s wrists and pin the other’s hands above his head, pulling away from feeding and stare down with dark eyes and blood covered lips. A heady scent of lavender and cedar wafted into Astarion’s nostrils making the elf slowly realize either Gale’s rut was starting, or his secondary nature wasn’t used to this and was acting up.
“Tell that jocked up counterpart of yourself to shut up and let us have some fun for once,” Astarion chided, a faint annoyed stare in his eyes as his body paused thrusting. “I’m rather enjoying this, thank you very much.”
Gale fought back the rising snarls, twisting his face in the struggle to do so. “I-I’m sorry. With us b-being … being so close to rut and heat, it’s …” A deep growl escaped him that he swallowed back down with a wince. “It’s r-rather difficult to hhh to keep it contained even if I’m trying.”
Gale’s panting deepened, whining in desperate attempts of quelling his alpha nature fighting back. He wanted to give Astarion his body, to let themselves feel pleasure as lovers first, but his second sex was being unruly this close to rut.
A quick thought came to mind. Not really an unsavory one, but he needed explicit permission and consent on both their parts. “Astarion, if you so wish to, I give you full permission to use your vampiric powers on me. I’ll still enjoy every second of it, even if I’m Charmed.”
All of the power Astarion had over Gale suddenly weakened. His face fell to uncertainty, slowly pulling out of Gale and sat up on his heels. “I … I’m sorry. Even if we weren’t nearing our cycles, I don’t think I could bring myself to do that to you,” he explained with a softened tone, downcast eyes expressing his rising nerves over the thought of it. “Explicit consent or not. I’m sorry.”
Gale sat up, scooting close to Astarion to take the elf’s hands in his. His expression was understanding and calm. “I am completely fine with that, love. Forgive me for asking. And it should be me saying sorry for asking this on the eve of our cycles.” His one hand gently grasped Astarion’s chin, bringing the elf’s eyes to look at him, Gale’s eyes beaming. “For that short while, I did enjoy it. I hope you did too. Did you want to try again after?”
Astarion’s face softened into a small smile, his one thumb brushing over Gale’s knuckles. “Maybe. Probably with a strap, if that’s alright.”
He gave an enthusiastic nod. “Of course. I still want to treat you before everything hits us at once, however.”
Astarion's smile crept into his eyes, the elf leaning back with propped up arms and gestured to his cock and hole. Gale’s coy grin smiled back, getting low on the bed to take Astarion in his mouth and bring him to completion, swallowing and savoring the elf’s load with a satisfying hum. He laid there with Astarion’s cock in his mouth for several minutes, relishing the taste and length, purring around it feeling claws rake through his hair and massage his scalp.
Astarion hummed, at least pleased to feel Gale’s wonderful mouth on his shaft, those plush lips sealing so nicely around him. His claws scratched along Gale’s jaw, getting a deep rumble from the wizard Astarion felt through his whole body. He gradually pulled Gale off his length, softly panting as his love’s lips were leaving one last body rippling suck before they completely came off.
The pair soon became an entangled mess of limbs, Astarion’s back to Gale’s chest in heavy cuddling. Even if he didn’t need to breathe, Astarion still timed his breathing with Gale’s, feeling the thumping of the wizard’s heart against his back while he gradually fell into a post coitus nap.
What was first brought to his attention was the heavy and heady scent of lavender and woods permeating his nostrils. The second thing was feeling Gale hump him with the strength and ferocity he knew the alpha to have. The third thing was his own body quickly responding to his alpha’s scent and not feeling entirely cold, his own scent oozing off him and blending with Gale’s - an intoxicating mixture filled the whole room, not unpleasant but definitely one to take the breath out of someone.
A growl sounded from behind, reverberating through Astarion completely. Gale’s hot breath on the back of his neck and on his ears heightened the omega’s heat, Astarion mewling and pressing against the humping, a hand reaching back to cling to Gale’s thigh. He was soon manhandled onto his stomach and his hips raised up with an arm while Gale continued to mindlessly hump between his thighs, Astarion reached to spread his asscheeks feeling the slick trickle from him in thin streams.
His omega’s scent was all around, clouding his mind with his rut. Gale whined and snarled, blindly thrusting into nothing until he could feel and smell Astarion’s slick coating his belly.
Rather than immediately sticking his throbbing shaft in, Gale planted his mouth directly onto his omega’s hole to suck and lap at the slick dripping out. The honey-like fluid touched his tongue and slaked his thirst, the alpha hungrily grasped at his omega’s ass with slipping his tongue in to drink and rim the fluttering hole.
Astarion arched his back, crying out with yelps and yowls from the stimulation. He panted heavily against the sheets and pillows, eyelids fluttering closed to focus on his alpha eating his ass out. “Fuck … fuck … Gale … alpha …”
He sucked on the puckering hole, coaxing more slick to ooze out steadily as Gale continued. His omega’s whimpers reached his ears, perking them up listening in to more of Astarion’s moans. His cock leaked and twitched, throbbing madly in an angry red color as it bobbed in the air against Gale’s stomach. He groaned into Astarion’s wet hole, nipping at an asscheek before he inserted himself without fanfare into his omega.
“Ah! Fuck. Yesss … breed me, fuck me, alpha, please, please … breed me so full …”
His alpha snarled back in response, feeling Gale’s size grow inside and around him. Astarion could see in the mirror next to the window Gale had partly shifted to resemble his primal nature - the hairier appearance, wolfish ears and face, hands and feet sporting short claws.
Gale did say in addition to their next synced cycles being more virile, they both hadn’t experienced each other’s bodies shifting in recent years, not entirely since they moved back to Waterdeep from Reithwin.
Astarion raised his torso, gripping the headboard with white knuckles and an arched back, pushing himself into Gale’s heavy thrusts. Large arms wrapped around his middle and crossed over his chest, claws digging into Astarion’s shoulder and seeing how massive they were compared to his own when the elf broke one hand away to clasp over Gale’s.
His alpha was holding onto him for what seemed like dear life, hips never faltering their speed with each loud and wet slap. Astarion yipped and barked in a higher register, howling with his heat and Gale’s cock melting his mind.
In their heat and rut addled bodies and minds, Gale hugged and clung onto Astarion tighter. He moaned and whined with his groans and deep purring rumbles, hot and heavy pants breathed down Astarion’s neck and ears while his rut dominated his senses, robbing all sense and logical but one thing was for certain - Gale could intuit that this cycle was far more significant since they first bonded and mated. Much more than when Astarion was blessed with their first litter.
It wasn’t just the fact that they both tamed their cycles for a good year or more, in the days leading up to their synced cycles, Gale felt a change in the air. Some type of boon was going to come of this, he was sure of it.
The unbridled energy of both alpha and omega swirled around them, heavy and potent. Their bond strengthened and became inseparable while the pair mated, Gale pouring his overflowing love and devotion to his omega, his boundless adoration for Astarion feeding into the reverence and love his omega had for him. Their admiration and dedication for one another is a never ending testament to the heavens and cosmos, a blazing and bright star shining with radiant love and warmth.
“Ah … Ast-Astarion … f-fuck … I love you … s-so much …” Gale tried to muster words amidst the mind numbing rut seizing most of his brain functions, a deep resonating growl rumbled from his gut. “Mine … all mine …”
“G-Gale … alpha …” Astarion moaned deeply, pressing himself even more against Gale’s thrusts. His half lidded eyes crossed, being gripped tighter and angled to hit the right spots inside to send Astarion into deeper throes of heat riddled ecstasy. “Yes! Yes, fuck! Alpha!”
A series of snarls erupted from Gale, his omega’s scent deep and heavy in the bergamot with the rosemary lingering just underneath it. He bit down on the opposite shoulder of their bond mark, huffing the mixture of his and Astarion’s smells and shuddered. He rubbed his cheeks and butted his forehead all over Astarion’s shoulders and neck, pushing his omega to be pressed into the mattress while nipping at the other's skin and possessively clinging to him that kept Astarion locked in and still while Gale’s hips pounded relentlessly into him.
“Pups … so many pups … need … more,” Gale managed to pant between growls and whimpers, his knot beginning to swell and threaten to breach Astarion’s hole with each slap against it, his omega arching his back in response to feeling the knot.
“Give … more … pups,” Astarion moaned back, eyes rolling with all sense gone from his mind as Gale’s cock slammed and pressed against the soft spots within him that rendered almost all thoughts useless outside of the ones he sputtered out. “Breed … mate … give … pups … fuck … Gale …”
“Nnnh … hnn … gh … st-starion … m-mine … m-mate … love …”
The overwhelming ecstasy roiling between the pair’s heat and rut made their bodies burn up with blinding bliss, lost in one another with whimpers and yelps echoing in the room. Gale could feel himself start to crest his orgasm, the searing energy of their mating becoming too great on his body before he bit down harder than before on their bond mark, his knot popping in and came with a loud snarl.
Astarion screamed coming once the knot popped in, Gale’s warm seed flooding him as he shouted Gale’s name repeatedly, his body tensed from the intensity of his orgasm. “Yes! Yes! Gale! Breed me, fill me, breed, fuck!” His cries continued with the heaviness of the mating keeping them bound and knotted, Gale humping him ruthlessly with the knot inside. “Need pups want pups need … need …”
“Hh-gh nnh fffh ah-starion …” Gale’s eyelids fluttered, gone to the rut completely, tensing as another orgasm ripped through him, coming with a heavy groan.
“Gale …” Astarion mewled and whined, his brows furrowing from the heat still burning within him to the point it truly became overwhelming for him. His body began to shake underneath Gale, crying from feeling Gale’s second orgasm hit him as his own body trembled from coming again.
The overstimulation wracked his body and mind on top of the faint pain from the bond mark coming to surface, Astarion beginning to pant rapidly.
In the fog of their orgasm highs finally settling down, Gale’s body shrunk back to his human guise, able to breathe fully as he caught his breath. As he continued to knot Astarion, he immediately registered that Astarion was shivering and softly sobbing. His grip and arms loosened but still held onto his omega, Gale planting soft kisses along Astarion’s neck and shoulders.
“It’s okay, my love,” he whispered while his hands remained where they were, knowing any further touches would add to the overstimulation. “You’re okay, I’m here. Shh, shh. It was a lot.”
He wanted to turn around and hug Gale or have him lay on top of Astarion for weight and grounding. With Gale’s knot still buried, it would be awkward to do so which easily frustrated Astarion’s overwhelmed mind. Gale kissed at the bond mark, feeling a spark flow through him and into his knot, pulsing inside Astarion.
The elf faintly jolted against him, feeling Gale’s knot pulse and a shock hit his womb and travel up his spine. The shared spark left the pair wondering if that was just from the intensity of the mating, neither having the current mental capacity to think beyond that as Gale filled his omega.
This shivers never ceased, Astarion panted and moaned in the unrelenting and overwhelming heat burning through him. A quiet sob came out, hands clenching the bedsheets with white knuckles.
“Oh, my love, you’re shaking.” A kind, caring tone. Faint pressure of lips on his shoulders, the warmth of Gale above him. Astarion whimpered into the mattress, a straggled cry muffled by it. In the midst of being overwhelmed by the intensity, a fear began to creep in the back of the omega’s mind.
“Don’t … don’t want to lose …,” Astarion whined out, tightening his grip on the sheets, burying his face into the pillows and mattress.
Gale’s face drew into faint confusion hearing that, subtly cocking his head. “Don’t want to lose what, love?”
When Gale got no answer, the confusion deepened, his stomach coiling in anxiety. He gently brushed back a curl and tucked it behind the elf’s ear. “Astarion? What don’t you want to lose?”
“The pups …,” came a muffled reply, the omega shuddering beneath him.
“Oh, love,” Gale said with care, delicately rubbing at Astarion’s back to soothe. “You won’t lose our pups. You’re okay, my star.”
Astarion shook his head against the bed, the fear crawling up his spine, clutching as his gut, lungs restricted of air despite not needing to breathe. “No, no, we’ll lose them, we’ll lose them … blood … miscarry … life dead … so much blood … what if it doesn’t take … what if I can’t …”
Gale remembered Astarion showing him the very first time they mated and bonded, the vampire showed him a vague memory of Astarion getting violated by alphas and then having miscarriages, assuming it was due to the elf’s undead nature.
When Gale gave Astarion the Wish spell to give the omega the ability to fully create the life they both wanted, the birth of Adon and Arivae was a testament that Astarion had triumphed over his undead physiology.
It became evident that Astarion’s hormones were running rampant in his heat and creating fears both alpha and omega knew to not be true.
“Shh, shh, love,” Gale rumbled close to Astarion’s ear, rubbing vertically along the elf’s back. With him still knotted and stuck in Astarion, Gale carefully maneuvered them both to lay on their sides.
Gale took Astarion’s wrists in his hands, crossing the elf’s arms over the other’s chest, hands tucked under Astarion’s chin, Gale then wrapped his arms around his omega, applying compression in a gentle squeeze.
“You’re safe, the pups will be safe,” Gale softly rumbled. “Breathe with me, Astarion. Breathe.”
Amidst his hyperventilating, Gale’s breathing pressing into his back gradually lulled Astarion out of his panicked state. His whimpering sobs eventually dwindled, despite the fear still wanting to linger and loom in the back of his mind.
Astarion didn’t want it to happen again. No more blood, no more unbearable cramps that felt like a thousand knives were digging into his secondary sex. Not again, not ever, it couldn’t happen, it won’t happen, the omega internally begged for it to not happen all over again.
He curled up, crying into the pillow. Arms around him squeezed firmly, a voice rumbling for him to breathe deeply, a faint moving pressure on his back. Astarion whimpered, following along with the voice, trying to breathe with the rise and fall behind him.
Gale kept his firm hold, adding deeper compression around Astarion after hearing his omega sob lightly. The alpha pressed his forehead into the back of the omega’s head, sensing through their connection the looming fear that never let go of Astarion’s mind. Gale didn’t want to utilize any Enchantment spells to calm the other, his brow tensing against Astarion’s curls.
The slow effort Astarion was making in breathing with him had some progress before it regressed, the elf was trembling and gasping in short breaths. Gale squeezed tighter, his alpha rumbles growling deeply into Astarion’s ear and against the other’s back.
“Listen to me,” Gale rumbled gently but firm, his omega softly whining and heeding to him. “You have nothing to fear, you and the pups will be safe. Breathe, Astarion, please. Calm yourself, my love, breathe.”
The muffled words before became clearer, ringing through his mind. The omega lulled into a float state by his alpha’s energy cloaking him in the safety Astarion always knew, the fear gradually dissipating into nothing. Gale was right, and Astarion knew it, too.
He was healthy, viable, and fertile. He carried and birthed life into this world. Astarion can and will do it again.
A shudder shook off his shoulders, breathing easier with each second that passed, syncing his breathing with Gale gradually. The suspending calm Astarion floated in flowed down throughout his body, culminating to the knot inside and warm seed filling his womb.
A hand gently pressed itself over his lower abdomen, Astarion breaking his own hand away that was crossed over his chest and landed it on top of Gale’s. In their bond connection, both men purred and rumbled, cherishing the life that would soon take hold.
“This is only the beginning,” Gale mumbled sleepily. “I gather it’ll be a week of this.”
“Mm. I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” Astarion lightly smiled. “Mindless mating, lost in one another’s scents …”
“Not that we do that already.”
“I know, dear. But if it’s supposed to be more intense, well, I’m ready for it.” Astarion reached a hand to grasp at Gale’s hips. “Breed the fuck out of me. I want all the seed to give me more pups.”
Gale nibbled on the bond mark, giving a sharp hump of his hips into Astarion, softly growling with a grin tucked under the corner of his beard.
“As you wish, my love,” he rumbled.