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It wasn't supposed to be like this. All his life, Toji had been raised to be a fine and upstanding Alpha, taught everything he thought he would ever need to know to be a good partner, protector, and mate…to lead his family, his pack, and raise their precious children with those same ideals. Never in his worst nightmares had he imagined a life without his beautiful and confident wife, that only a few years into their deep and intense relationship he'd be left alone with only their darling little boy, Megumi, to keep her memory alive. Everything changed after Mayumi passed, but they made it work as best as they could and life carried on.
Maybe he should have put more effort into pursuing a new mate, maybe tried harder to find even a Beta he could love like he'd loved his wife, someone that could lighten the load of raising Megumi on his own, given the boy something more solid than just his Dad at home. But that never really worked out in the end. It's always been just them for the last decade, and after a while it was hard to imagine it any other way. Still, with Megumi closer to maturity and closer to blossoming into a beautiful gentle Omega everyday, Toji found himself wishing for the first time in several years he had some idea of how it really was supposed to be.
It started about a year back, he thinks, when Megumi first started presenting properly. They'd known his designation for a while then, and suspected it even longer, and Toji was sure that Megumi would be an early bloomer like his mother. Still, it had been difficult on top of the rest of the drama of being a teenager in a non-traditional family. At home, Megumi was the same kind and soft soul he'd always been. Helping around the house and making sure Dad was eating enough and getting enough sleep, not working too much in his work-from-home office if he didn't have to. School was an entirely different matter, hardly a week went by where there wasn't a call or an email from staff worried because he was getting into fights, withdrawing from social situations, refusing to talk to the counselor, or just generally being distant and broody and not at all the sweet boy he'd raised. When Toji tried to get him to open up about it, he shut down. Said everything was fine and he didn't want to talk about it.
It wasn't fine. Toji had never been so dense as to believe it was, but he’d learned over the course of fumbling his way through raising Megumi that sometimes it was best to leave it be and do what he could to be supportive in the background. When Megumi asked to be moved to an Omegas only campus to finish out freshman year, things began to make a little more sense. After all, not all Alphas were raised to be respectful and control themselves…and the thought of them hounding his darling boy was enough to drag up the fierce and protective instincts he hadn’t felt since he first marked Mayumi and things changed. He transferred schools, of course, but Toji couldn't get the thought out of his head…some little shitstain baby Alpha sniffing out his little boy, cornering Megumi in the locker room maybe…playing at his virginal unmarked throat…touching him.
Not long after, he'd started to see things he'd never really noticed before. Megumi took after his mother, thankfully, none of Toji's hard angles or dusky skin tone or dark straight hair. No, he was slight even for his age, his hips already showing the lovely round curves of the burgeoning Omega nearing an early first bloom. His skin was so soft, pale and pink and vital, the fluffy hair he liked to keep long and big dark green eyes the spitting image of her. He was beautiful. Even if he insisted on trying to hide it under bulky hoodies and baggy jeans, a father's eyes could see right through it. An Alpha’s eyes. He knew it wasn't right to see those things that way, to feel that long forgotten birthright stirring inside him after all those long years with only his hands and his memories to satiate that hunger for someone soft and ripe and wet.
That didn’t stop him from thinking about it. Didn’t stop the dreams of that sweet honey vanilla scent in his nostrils and his teeth in supple flesh, claiming some faceless Omega he knew deep down was not his to have…was not faceless or nameless. He’d wake up slick with sweat, his cock eager and swollen, splitting the seam of his shorts as his balls ached and throbbed with an intense need he’d ignored for so very long right on the edge of his full and massive rutting form. He’d taken to heading up to the attic on those rough nights at first, rubbing himself raw until an old pair of her panties or leggings or anything from the boxes he hadn’t been able to let go of was saturated with his seed - wrapping himself up in the familiar scent and pretending Megumi couldn’t hear his moans all the way downstairs.
He wasn’t sure when he first noticed the scent, probably much earlier than he could consciously remember, but the first time it mattered was just a few days ago. He was doing laundry, normal Wednesday afternoon routine, his turn to make sure a load got cleaned and left in the dryer until Megumi got home to fold it and put it away. Megumi’s hamper was the same as always, the usual collection of jeans and hoodies and boxers, but as he shoved them into the washer Toji couldn’t help catching the thick whiff of vanilla getting stronger in the small laundry room. Not exactly like hers, not cloying and sweet but warm and natural. It wasn’t supposed to happen, he knew it wasn’t, but that did nothing to stop the instinct from rooting out the single pair of wet shorts. He held them in shaking fingers, telling himself he shouldn’t, he didn’t want to, it wasn’t right. That didn't stop him from pressing that precious nubile scent against his face, didn’t even slow him down as he unzipped his pants and stroked himself until thick strands of desperate Alpha come streaked the front of their Maytag, his mind full of Megumi’s scent and shorts dripping with fresh Omega pheromones shoved into his mouth to hide the low feral growls as he tore holes in the cotton to restrain the urge to mark and claim a needy bitch so close to first heat he could taste it.
Toji worked late that night, avoiding Megumi at dinner time, waving off his worried knocking and even their usual pleasant goodnight brush of lips on his cheek and firm embrace. He knew then he couldn’t trust himself, couldn’t have the temptation of being close until it was safe. He avoided the boy, waiting until an hour after class was supposed to start just in case he decided to walk to campus later than normal before leaving his room and stumbling toward their shared bathroom naked and desperate for a cold shower to ease his engorged cock as the arousal thrummed through him - images of checking Megumi’s room and his hamper for another pair of wet underwear leaving him even harder and a little disoriented, closer to desperate than he’d maybe ever felt.
No amount of desperation could have saved him from the shame of stopping dead in his tracks just outside the bathroom door, his hand poised on the knob as he looked down the hall to see Megumi still home, wearing nothing but one of Dad’s stained old undershirts and staring at him from the passthrough between the kitchen and the living room with a bowl of cereal clutched in his hands. The boy looked shocked, understandably, at the sight of his father in such a state - wide green eyes taking in Toji’s softened but toned body, the thick dark hair, lingering on the massive swollen state of an Alpha in need but never once looking at his father’s face. Megumi shrunk back into the oversized tee, looking somehow even smaller as his thighs pressed together and even with the distance between them, Toji could smell the ripe scent of his pussy.
“You’re supposed to be-” Toji started.
Megumi whimpered, still openly looking at his father’s cock, then blinked several times before turning around so fast he nearly spilled his cereal. That didn’t help Toji at all, seeing the smooth pale curve of his plump little ass…the smallest glimpse of swollen pink folds tucked between his slender clenched thighs. “Don’t feel good.” He answered with his soft, shy voice.
Toji escaped, opening the bathroom door and locking himself inside to quietly berate himself in the sanctity of a very cold shower. And even as he rubbed his cock raw, clogging the drain with his desperate needy seed as it drooled from him, he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t thinking about that little flash of pussy. Even in his fantasy, it wasn’t Mayumi’s sweet honey and vanilla smell anymore but that mild musky scent as he imagined how good it would feel to have that thrill of doing what an Alpha does after so many long and lonely years. What it would feel like to push his little boy against that wall right there in the hallway, to dump whatever obnoxiously colorful sugary breakfast he’d been taking to eat in front of the television and bury his nose in that needy pussy.
He didn’t let himself take it further than that, it was dangerous enough imagining licking and tasting all that lovely burgeoning heat, rubbing his fingers against the tight little hole until Megumi was squirming and dripping slick down his father’s arm. He was so small, just like Mayumi… their first time she had struggled and screamed as she stretched to take him all the way down to the knot, Toji hadn’t even been able to knot her easily for months before she was begging him to stop, and she was mature then, nearly twenty, her body ready to be bred by her strong loving Alpha husband. Megumi… he was just a boy, sure not a baby by any stretch, but his bloom was just starting, fresh and new and untouched…
Toji screamed when he finally felt the last aching surge pulse from his balls, growling and feral as he beat his fists against the tile and stroked himself until he was smearing the wall with every hard tug. Megumi was in his room with the music turned up far too loud when he made it out of the bathroom. Toji didn’t leave his office again until long after he’d heard the gentle tap and Goodnight, Dad through the door.
He’d thought maybe it was over then. In the morning he’d call off work and excuse Megumi from school. Take him to the clinic, he’d been delaying that trip…telling himself that Mayumi hated the suppressors, that the hormones messed her up and made her feel sick…made her body hurt, and she wouldn’t want to put Megumi through that hell. But she was gone, and Toji didn’t know what else he could do. The thought of maybe calling one of those services made him sick to his stomach, whoring out his precious baby boy to some so-called medical professional to ease him through his heats until he was physically and emotionally ready to look for a mate. It wasn’t right…Megumi was his and had been his whole life. And even as that thought kept him tossing and turning until he made his way to the attic and started bringing down her old things, Toji knew that wasn’t right either. He shouldn’t be thinking that way, wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Megumi like that at all.
It didn’t stop him. He still carefully dug through the few remaining precious things, clothes he’d soiled and washed in the middle of his most self-indulgent nights but hadn’t been worn since she passed. He still laid out the smallest pair of her panties - from before she got pregnant, he was sure, when she filled out carrying Megumi she had never trimmed down all the way after…he’d always loved that about her, the plump softness of her hips and belly and her warm pillowy breasts during and then after. Crazed, the thought of Megumi slipped unbidden into his mind - his slim hips growing wide, taut belly distended with child, wet swollen breasts that had to be nursed a few times a day well before he was due…he’d be insatiable like she was the whole time, Toji was sure of it, she had chased his cock to somehow breed her even more full three or four times a day until even the Alpha was exhausted and sore.
Toji cried, and stroked himself again with another stolen pair of Megumi’s shorts pressed against his nose as he stared at those plain white cotton panties and a simple dusky pink t-shirt dress that he knew would look perfect on Megumi’s lean frame, a little big maybe…wouldn’t offend his teenage sensibilities or be too girly but still indulge that Omega longing growing inside him. He slept beside those empty clothes, exhausted, with a come-slick pair of his son’s underwear tucked under his pillow in shame. He’d take Megumi in the morning, he had to, this couldn’t keep happening…it wasn’t right and for the first time Toji wasn’t sure which path he would regret more, doing the right thing or…not.
Toji woke up with a start, the hazy edges of another lustful dream still lingering in his mind as he felt the thick mass of his cock nudging against his belly, already so hard and engorged he could feel the thinned skin tingle as it rubbed at the patch of thick dark hair leading down to the fallow fold of his aching neglected knot. The scent of that warm natural vanilla had escaped his dream somehow and seemed to wrap around him, hot and close enough to the intense first bloom he could taste it thick on his sleepy tongue. He licked his lips and moaned, hand already reaching to take hold of his cock and try to tame it into some sense of reasonable just make it to getting his pants on and loading Megumi into the car to go fix the problem. The small sound of a gasp was a perfect replica of Megumi’s voice in his dream, nearly a sob he can imagine being the first of so many as he worshiped the boy’s pussy with his hungry sick tongue.
The gasp came again as he gave the first stroke from the wide base all the way to the tip to draw up the first thick dribbles of his desperate precome, then he felt the bed move slightly and opened his eyes with stark horror dawning on him immediately. Megumi was in his room, kneeling on the side of his bed once more wearing nothing but his nightshirt, his unbrushed hair a beautiful mess of wild hair that made Toji throb and dribble with the fuzzy distorted image of Mayumi close enough to touch. He moaned again, vision clearing far too fast and focusing on Megumi’s slim shoulders and a face that looked so curious and so scared as his fingers ran over the soft old pink cotton of his mother’s favorite dress…but his eyes, they were locked squarely on the low area where the covers had been pushed away in the night as Toji’s aching needy body had tried to resist the instinctual call of an Omega that was growing fertile under his own roof.
“Megumi…” he said dryly, throat still sticky and surprised to see the boy in his bed…in the familiar empty space where he shouldn’t be.
Megumi looked away, blushing dark in the early morning light filtering from behind the blinds, then offered the half-full bottle of water Toji had left on the empty nightstand without even thinking about it after he’d…after. “Dad…” he said so quietly Toji couldn’t be sure he’d said it at all until Megumi found his voice again. “I don’t feel good. S-something’s wrong…”
Those soft words were enough to wake Toji up fully as he cleared the rest of the water and carelessly tossed the empty bottle aside. Hardon or no, the instinct to protect had always taken priority over his own needs since the day Megumi was born. He reached for Megumi only to have him flinch away with a small shaky breath. “Megumi. What’s wrong?” Megumi had never flinched away from him before, never, and more than anything that brought the panic up to the forefront of Toji’s mind.
Megumi shrank back into his oversized tee, tiny and cowering as he began to shake and a high soft whine drew out until he could find his words. “It…it hurts, Dad. I hurt inside… it wasn’t so bad when it was just a little annoying, the nurse said it was coming but it’d probably another year or two of cycles before it happened for real…but, Dad…”
Toji knew, knew months ago it was coming and did nothing. Knew well before he could smell it in the house, before he was sniffing underwear and considering how much of a violation it would be to fuck Megumi’s sheets when he was at school, to wrap himself up in the smell of his sleep sweat and rub against the mattress until the Alpha was sated. Looking at Megumi now, Toji knows they’re probably too late to stop that first heat from coming. The boy’s cheeks are flushed, his breathing heavy, and when he reaches out again to gently touch Megumi’s shoulder, his skin is hot and damp with sweat through the thin t-shirt. An early bloomer, just like his mother…scared and alone…needing Toji to be his father and not another predator that smells only prey. This was his fault, he didn’t do anything about it when they still could and now…now Megumi was hurting and no amount of drugs could make it better, nothing could break the heat but the soothing balm of being stretched around an Alpha’s knot and bred. And he sure as fuck wasn’t going to allow the thought of poor Megumi sweating it out, heatsick and screaming for relief even though it drew up another thick bead of precome that dribbled down the swollen head of Toji’s cock and smeared over the straining stretched skin and bulging veins of his aching shaft.
Megumi stared at it and whimpered again, leaning into Toji’s outstretched hand. They both knew what was happening, it couldn’t be more clear. An Alpha and Omega so finely tuned to the needs of each other, even the things they didn’t ever talk about but still existed boiling just under the surface of their mundane life. “It’s okay, Megumi…” Toji lied, lifting his palm then to cup Megumi’s hot cheek and feel the damp tears lingering there. “It’s a perfectly natural thing. You’re…you’re blooming into a beautiful, mature, Omega. There’s nothing wrong. Your body is just…changing.”
Another soft breathy whimper and Toji felt his body go rigid against the urge to soothe that hurt right here and now the way only an Alpha can. “It’s supposed to hurt like this? Like-like I’m empty inside?” Megumi finally found his voice, the sound raw and quivering as for the first time his eyes met Toji’s with a terrified and needy gaze.
Slowly, Toji nodded. He couldn’t lie about that, shouldn’t, even if he can’t bring himself to tell Megumi that it’s not okay, that his Dad has royally fucked up and now Megumi has to suffer because of it. “I know it hurts, Megumi…and I’m so sorry…we’ll get through this together. I’m not going anywhere, sweetie.”
Crumpling forward, Megumi let out the first quivering sob that had clearly been threatening to come since long before Toji woke up and fell against his father’s chest, burying his burning tearstained face in the familiar soft muscle and thick hair as the cries came full-force, wracking his body until he was simply shaking and crying loud ugly sobs. Toji was lost, unsure of what he even could do despite the insistent rage of the Alpha inside him screaming that he knew exactly what to do. The Alpha was aching, massive and hard and pushing against every reasonable taboo to demand the gentle hand stroking Megumi’s warm back through his nightshirt push all the way down to start opening his sweet virgin cunt and stretching it for Dad’s cock to make all the hurting go away.
Toji whimpered then too, breathing heavily and fighting the instinct as best he could. He couldn’t say anything more, couldn’t make it better. He could only hold Megumi closer and pretend he wasn’t drowning in the thick scent of vanilla and just a little spice, and oh his boy smelled so good. It was only minutes, but it felt like days wrapped in that smell and throbbing with every soft little sob until finally Megumi was sniffling it back and clearing his throat and trying to be calm despite what Toji knew was an overwhelming flood of emotions that wasn’t helped in the least by being so close to a potently virile Alpha just begging to breed.
Megumi looked up at him with glassy red eyes, still wide and helpless, and for a long moment Toji was sure the boy was about to leave, to retreat to their own safe corners where maybe they could figure out what they even could do to make any of this easier. Then dainty little fingertips gently rubbed up the pounding rigid veins along the shaft of his cock and for a second Toji was gone entirely, replaced by the hungry Alpha as he let out a single low possessive growl and fresh precome dribbled down the girth to meet Megumi’s curious fingers before they were hastily pulled away. Another long silence, awkward and tense as Megumi’s trembling became a frozen and terrified stillness Toji did not want to know.
“Did I-” Megumi started, then stopped, then whispered: “Is that because of me? Is it my fault?”
There's a fine line between a little white lie to help Megumi feel better and outright misinformation, and Toji hesitated to say anything at all in his near feral state. They were too close, far too close together right now and he couldn’t even breathe without taking in another deep whiff of that lucious heat scent…and it wasn’t fair that right now, those warm green eyes with their far too-long lashes and plump pouty lips were pushing even closer to tempt him into saying damn near anything to give the Alpha what it needs. “Yes,” he finally breathed, trying to keep his voice calm and neutral, a simple fact…basic biology. “But I know it wasn’t on purpose. It’s…nature. You are what you are…an…an Omega just like your Mom…” And he was so like her…so beautiful and sweet and gentle and…and if he put on the cute little dress now wadded under Megumi’s knees, he’d be the spitting image of Mayumi as he imagines she was as a girl.
A young, vibrant…girl.
Toji let out a small but tense sigh, closing his eyes for just a moment to collect himself before feeling Megumi's fingers again - this time lower along the skin stretched so tight over his swollen balls it’d gone shiny and thin and it felt like pure fire when Megumi’s warm little fingers caressed over the coarse dark hairs all the way to the edge of Toji’s long-neglected knot. How long had it been since he’d felt the tight clench of a pussy around it? Over a decade…not since…her. He whimpered audibly and tried to cut it off, to say anything that wouldn’t betray his increasingly desperate situation. “And I’m an Alpha…and when an Alpha smells that heat…we…it’s a hard time.” He let a pathetic awkward laugh slip. “Quite literally.”
Megumi pulled his fingers back again, sheepishly glancing away...only Toji could see his eyes didn’t make it further than the proud jut of his arousal still throbbing and smearing wasted drips on Toji’s belly. “Oh,” he said softly, pushing up onto his knees, and for a single blessed second Toji was sure that was it, he’d withstood his own temptation and would be left in shame alone. Then the thick, intense wave of vanilla beans and something smokey like sage hit him just as he saw Megumi’s weight sit back on his heels, opening the aching cunt he’d been trying to hide with a with a gush of slick that Toji didn’t have to see to know was glistening on those smooth swollen lips.
Toji moaned low and loud, a desperate rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest as a thick smear of precome streaked his belly - the Alpha calling out to the poor heat soaked bitch with an ardent twitch of his wide cock. Then Megumi sobbed, a sound that pitched sharp with pain but also that intense wanting that has haunted Toji’s best dreams and worst nightmares, and fell off the edge of the bed, a needy spasm leaving him fighting to move any direction the boy’s gangly limbs could and ending up with him tumbling back and falling off, landing on his back.
He shouldn’t have looked, but he had to. Heat or no, Megumi was his sweet baby boy and when he heard the pained yelp immediately turn to a ragged teary sob, Toji pushed the worthless dress and old panties to the floor beside him as he crawled across the bed to check. Somewhere between divinity and damnation was the image of his Megumi laid out on the floor, night shirt pushed up high on his slender belly and legs spread so wide Toji could see every last drip of slick glistening on the puffy red hairless mound of his son’s desperate labia. The boy twitched as he started to sob, twisting his hips and showing the dilation of his virgin cunt, the hole spread and dripping down the crack of his ass - begging to be filled.
“Megumi…I-” he started, only to be cut off with a loud frustrated wail.
“I’m not fine, Dad!” Megumi sobbed, hiccuping as he tried to sniffle back another wet sob. “I’m not. I’m not…it hurts so much and I don’t know what to do…”
The Alpha knew what to do, exactly what it was supposed to do when an Omega was so ready on that beautiful cusp of fertility where he could breed as long as he needed to get the job done…two, three, four or five days he could fill that precious little womb with every drip of his seed to see just how ready his baby was to carry on his mother’s legacy. It was a sick thought, the guilt only overwhelmed by Toji’s desperate need to obey the instinct pressing up against his rational and loving mind. Megumi was so small, too young for any of this no matter what his blossoming body was sure of…but there he was, rolling once more onto his knees and leaning against his father’s bed as though in reverent prayer and Toji couldn’t say a word because the only thing his mouth wanted was to be pressed up against that ripe little slit making it all better.
“I-I can help you, right?” Megumi offered in a whispered soft stammer, flushed across his pale skin so deep it made Toji ache to even hear it, to know for certain now Megumi was aware of the potential. “And you can help me, Dad…please? I…I can’t…I haven’t slept in two days…I don’t even want to eat…. I-I can’t stop thinking about that asshole who pinned me after class and said he-he…he…” Megumi tapered off with a low humiliated sob, pressing his face against the sheets.
He shouldn’t ask, shouldn’t know in his heart what Megumi’s not saying. But the Alpha needs to hear it. “What happened, Megumi?” he asked delicately, reaching out to cup his large hand over Megumi’s shaking slim fingers.”What did he say to you?”
Shaking, no…trembling, Megumi let out another soft mewling wail and squirmed to press his thighs together tight enough to relieve the desperate ache. After long enough Toji thought he might not answer at all, he whispered the most sickening and erotic thought Toji had ever had cross his mind. "People like me should be treated like in the old days. Tied up in the middle of town and raped into submission…till we learn how to act like an Omega and not…not…" Another ragged, humiliated sob. "Not turn down good dick."
Toji’s gut soured, even as his addled mind thrilled at the idea of such a lovely prize…the twisted thought of a defiant Omega trained by any Alpha bold enough to breed them willing or not. But not his sweet boy…no, not Megumi…and certainly not by some fucking high school prick that needed to taught a lesson by a real Alpha. Toji snarled and spat, "I think he needs to learn some fucking respect at the end of an actual good dick." Megumi shuddered then and sobbed weakly, another fragrant bloom of slick scent leaving Toji equally shaken, but his tone diminished. "Oh, sweetie…"
"I wouldn't, Dad. Not for him or any of those loser assholes…but…but…" He looked up for just a moment, a flicker of his mother’s bold desire evidenced by his ruddy face before crumbling again with a pathetic heart-rending sob. "I want to."
Holding Megumi’s hand tight, Toji found himself just a little shaken too. The need was so intense, so pure… hair falling into Megumi’s face as he heaved a deeper sob with every squirming roll of his hips seeking out any bit of friction and stimulation against the rising tide of his heat. “I know, sweetie…I know it’s hard, but you’re so strong…and you don’t need to drag yourself down to their level. They’re wrong-”
“I know they’re wrong!” Megumi whined, shuddering again, as his voice cracked with a soft high sob. He pulled his fingers away from Toji’s grasp, covering his face as he tried to communicate so many things that you’re not just supposed to say. “You don’t know what it’s like, Dad…it hurts! And I can’t stop thinking about it. And all I want to do is…have it.” Toji reached out to stroke his fingers through Megumi’s hair only to have him pull away so hard he nearly toppled over again, would have if he wasn’t leaned so close against the mattress. “Do you even know how long I was in here? I pulled back the sheet and I saw it and I was just trying to get the courage to…to…to just take what I need. If you weren’t so…big…I could!”
Toji’s thoughts were racing, his palms damp as the words sunk into his mind like hooked barbs. The traitorous throb of his cock wasn’t helping at all, another lewd smear painting his belly as his hips shook and instinct curled them just enough to make abundantly clear at least part of him would have relished in that blessing. Waking up to Megumi’s thin body on top of him, tight virgin cunt stretched just wide enough to take the tip but so hungry for it that even that little bit would have had him dripping and shuddering like the beautiful and untamed Omega that made him. “Megumi…stop.” He found himself groaning, eyes closing tight as he watched Megumi stand up and press his swollen mound against the blankets along the edge of his bed, feeling the fabric shift and tug as Megumi rubbed himself against it. “You don’t-”
“I do.” He pleaded so confidently, tugging at his father’s hand until his fingertips were guided against that obscenely hot slit between his boy’s thighs. “I know you can feel it, Dad. I know you want it too…and I don’t want anyone else. I want you.” He shuddered and pushed his pussy against Toji’s fingers, rubbing until his thumb nudged at the swollen nub of his clit and fresh hot slick dribbled over fingertips that dared not move on their own. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to. I can hear it, I’ve been hearing it all week now. Listening to you moaning and getting off when you think I can’t hear you. I laid on the floor and cried yesterday listening to you in the shower…screaming and moaning only you didn’t say her name, Dad. You always say her name and you didn’t!”
“Megumi!” Toji shouted then, deep waves of shame rolling off of him as his fingers twitched and Megumi pushed himself harder against them, sinking his whole middle finger into that intense tight heat - his cunt clenching and stroking even that small bit of forced penetration as though it might give any relief at all. “Stop!”
“Please…” He wailed louder, thin fingers wrapping around Toji’s wrist in a weak but intent grasp and holding him there out of pure desperation, clearly not able to physically keep it in place but begging his father to help. “This is hers, right? I know this dress…from the photo album…I’ll put it on and from behind…you wouldn’t even have to know it wasn’t Mom.”
Toji did pull away then, forcefully so as he turned his back and shoved those wet fingers into his mouth to stifle his own desperation as much as taste the thick heat slick as close to directly from his pussy as he could bring himself to taste. He was just a boy, immature…needy…latching on to what seemed like the only answer in a moment of weakness. It was his job to be the adult now, to stop himself despite the instinct raging inside him, despite the pangs of desperate longing that were so hard to deny. It had been so long since anyone had looked at him with that hunger, begged him to want them the way Mayumi had. Since anyone made him hurt with a need that went beyond the call of biological imperative.
An ungodly long silence drew out between them, Toji willing Megumi to go…even if it was storming to his room to slam the door and crank up the music so loud it drowned out Toji’s horrible desperate thoughts as he nursed his son’s slick from his fingertips. The hot scent didn’t leave, didn’t move until he felt the dip of the mattress and then heard the soft voice that wasn’t his long passed wife, but the one thing left in this world that made him feel even close to the way she did.
“Toji.” The name drew his attention with a mild tingle of something, Megumi’s never called him by his name…always Dad. He rolled back toward the sound only to meet another beautiful horror as Megumi’s face was inches from his, smooth pale shoulders now wrapped in the familiar dusky pink cotton of his mother’s dress as he brushed his lips at the corner of Toji’s mouth. He took Toji’s hand again and he didn’t resist, couldn’t in his dumbfounded shock as warm damp cotton was pressed against his palm, Megumi’s mound radiating his need and quickly soaking through his mother’s panties. “I need it. Please…I need a good Alpha…a big, strong Alpha to make the hurting stop…please.” His eyes shone with wetness, his lower lip quivering as it rubbed against Toji’s mouth and then tentatively opened to try and coax a kiss.
He wanted to sob…wanted to push Megumi away and beg him to stop saying such things, stop tempting the Alpha to take what their bodies both desperately want. “Megumi…” he whispered, lips opening and tasting Megumi’s desperate and inexperienced kiss, drinking it from his son’s mouth with a low rumbling groan he couldn’t begin to deny. Panting when Megumi finally broke away, feeling Megumi’s hand rubbing over his chest in a way his son should not be touching, he dared to finish his thought. “We can’t do this…Megumi, this is wrong…and I don’t want to hurt you…”
“It won’t hurt, Dad…not…not more than I hurt right now. Please…I’m so empty inside…”
“I can’t, Megumi…this…this is something that can’t be taken back. Once you’re…if I…after…” He sobbed then, loud but with a ragged hungry edge that’s nothing less than the full instinct to take what is rightfully his before any snot nosed shitheel Alpha can come along and snatch up the most beautiful creature alive and ruin his sweet little boy. “What’s done can’t be undone, sweetheart. I won’t pretend that part of me doesn't want to give you everything you need, but…Megumi…I’m your father.”
Fresh heavy tears rolled down Megumi’s cheeks then, the rejection and shame plain as day in his strained and ruddy face. “I don’t care. I don’t want it undone. I want you to take it all and fill the emptiness.” His voice shattered, ragged and hiccuping through every desperate syllable as he once more began to rub, this time pressing into Toji’s palm through the thin old cotton - grinding the swollen little nub of his clit and trickling enough slick to streak his thighs around the edges of the warm gusset. “We can be a family, Dad…just like you wanted when I was little…and we could take care of each other like always, and I’ll be such a good mate…”
The potent combination of larger than life teenaged emotions and intense heat has always been a problem, Toji knows…remembers from when he was still a boy, the drama of wanting to answer every desperate needy call…every Omega that felt deep in their bones it was never going to feel better, it was always going to hurt until it finally killed them.
But the things Megumi was saying…they were immoral at best, disgusting…and leaving his belly sticky with the desperate drive to fuck them into reality. A mate, beautiful and young…belly swollen with the first of the many children they would make together, a big house somewhere far away where nobody but them ever needed to know what started with a single awful choice.
Toji moaned and shuddered, unable to close his eyes as he found his fingers sliding against the warm wet folds of Megumi’s labia, splitting them rubbing over the live wire of his swollen clit and then dipping his long middle finger so easily into his hungry little cunt. “Megumi…” he breathed, barely able to contain the layers of desire that went so far beyond the physical wanting. “You will be a perfect mate, I know you will…and it hurts so much to see you this way and you aren’t wrong, we could help each other…”
Megumi’s body shook harder then, a thick gush of slick drenching Toji’s palm and saturating the thin cotton panties as he gripped down tight around his father’s thick finger, stroking it and rocking his hips hard against it through the intense waves of orgasm. Gasping, sobbing, Megumi pressed even closer to try and shove even further than the top of Toji’s palm, as though if he rubbed hard enough Toji’s whole hand would fill that empty ache. “Please…” Megumi moaned, wet thighs squeezing down around Toji’s forearm and holding his fingers in place. “Don’t stop, Dad…I need it.”
There were so many moments Toji knew he should have stopped, found another way, but looking at his sweet boy in such pain, at the spitting image and last true vestiges of his beautiful mother with her dress hung off that thin frame and panties soaked with his first heat…what was he supposed to do? Megumi needed an Alpha, and Toji knew he could provide…could give his darling child everything he could possibly need.
"Shh…I'm not stopping, Megumi. It's okay, I'm here. I'll take care of you like always, we just need to be careful, okay?" Megumi whimpered and rolled his hips again, openly sobbing when Toji forcefully withdrew his fingers, fighting the urge to shove that thick palmful of slick in his mouth to taste the raw pheromones. "I need you to be sure, sweetie, this is what you really want… I know everything is very confusing-"
"I'm not confused, Dad!" Megumi shouted, falling into the crook of Toji’s shoulder and nuzzling in close, rubbing the thin dress against Toji’s skin until it crept up his hips and he could feel the wet smear of those panties against his hip still seeking that necessary friction. “I know what I’m asking for, and I don’t want to take it back.” Megumi whispered then, his soft voice still on the edge of a sob, equal parts desperation and desire. “I want you. I don’t want to belong to anyone else, Dad…you take such good care of me and I don’t want to leave you.”
Toji was already so close to just giving in, to dealing with the fallout later, once he’d soothed Megumi’s heat and they could both think straight about what they’ve done, but the thought of Megumi one day leaving hit him even harder than the need. He can’t leave…
Without even thinking, Toji leaned into the clear offering of Megumi’s slender throat. Kissing, licking at the strong throbbing pulse and taking deep open-mouthed breaths of his scent, Toji knew beyond a shadow of a doubt there was only one way to make sure Megumi never left him all alone in the world. The Alpha in him didn’t care Megumi was his blood, he looked so much like Mayumi, smelled like her, even moaned like her when Toji’s palm slid below the waistband of her panties to now openly rub and grope his son’s wet folds. “Megumi.” He said firmly, sliding two thick fingers easily into the slick mess of his cunt, thumb rolling over his swollen and oversensitive clit as though Megumi needed any more stimulation to keep on the very brink of orgasm. “Touch it again. Go ahead, don’t be shy. You said you wanted to take it when I was still sleeping, right? If you really want this, show me. Prove that you’re ready for it.”
Megumi did sob again then, but not the low whimpering tearful wail. A breathy, hungry sob crackled in the back of his throat as Toji whispered those words against his neck. Megumi’s pussy clenched around his fingers as Toji began to slowly thrust into him, just as much as the barrier of panties would allow, just enough to feel the next hot rush of slick as inexperienced fingers grasped Toji’s massive rutting cock near the crown and began to stroke slowly from the tip down to his gently pulsing knot-skin. Megumi didn’t stop there, his small fingers then dropping to grope at Toji’s fertile balls and gently squeeze their swollen mass.
“I’m ready” He whispered, shuddering as a third thick finger sunk into his dripping hole, his back arching as he drove his hips against his father’s hand with only a small needy whine to answer that mild stretch. “Please…Dad…I need you.” Megumi’s voice caught again, his fingers then gripping and openly stroking Toji’s hard shaft and milking out more of his thick precome.
Toji grunted, barely holding back his low moans as Megumi teased him. He pulled his head back, wary of the temptation already presented to mark and claim his baby’s body, but he knew deep down they were already too far gone to stop those things from happening. Megumi shuddered for him, for his thick probing fingers, gushing slick down his precious thighs, and Toji tugged at the ruined panties, pulling them down more than far enough. He didn’t have to coax Megumi then, didn’t have to tell him what to do…the boy knew exactly what his father needed to see.
Megumi rolled slowly,keeping his body pressed close as he turned his back to his father and lifted up the skirt of the soft pink dress. He yanked the panties off his slender legs as he rolled onto his knees and pushed his chest against the bed and his face in the strong Alpha scent of Toji’s pillows. Toji watched, utterly enchanted as Megumi’s thighs opened to him then, ass up and spread so wide Toji could see the thready drops of slick dripping down to the blankets from his son’s fully opened virgin cunt presented for the Alpha he desires. “Alpha. Please…please.”
Toji told himself that no Alpha in the deep passion of rut could possibly refuse that hungry plea, let alone one who hadn’t even been close to another person in so very long…it was only nature that drove him onto his knees behind his teenage son, the instinct of an Alpha to protect the pack and breed that had him rubbing the thick head of his cock against those wet folds until it was already dribbling the first dose of his seed pressed against the tight opening as Toji began to slowly push him open. Megumi whimpered and gasped, his slim body shaking as Toji finally covered him, looming over his small shape and pulling back his sleep-mussed hair to mouth over his supple neck. “I love you so much…” Toji whispered, a sob of his own thick and heavy in the back of his throat as he pressed harder, the head slowly penetrating Megumi’s body as it relented to the power of the Alpha that was claiming him.
He began to thrust slowly at first, caught in the memory of taking Mayumi that first time, the way she’d cried and then begged for more in the same breath as slowly she spread to accommodate him. Megumi cried too, loud desperate gasps of strangled breath and the gentle; “Don’t stop, please don’t stop…Dad!” Megumi rolled his hips and pushed back into every gentle penetration, howling with need when Toji would pull back only to moan desperately when he was given even more with the next intent thrust.
One hand clasped tight on Megumi’s narrow hip, the other wrapped around his belly where his mother’s dress flapped with every push of Toji’s pelvis shoving closer to finally filling their son with his cock. Soon enough, Megumi’s sobs quieted to little more than a desperate tiny whimper as his father’s seed dribbled inside him, seeking out his need and soothing that ache as Toji felt the intense tight grip bear down even harder when he penetrated Megumi’s womb, the rounded tip of his cock so prominent through Megumi’s slim little body that he could feel it pulsing when he groped low on Megumi’s belly, showing him just how much he was taking, how deep his cock could go and still not be all the way there yet.
“You still want it, Megumi?” Toji panted, shaking and growling low in the back of his throat as another thick pulse of seed coated his son’s insides. The fantasy had only grown more intense in Toji’s head, the deep pleasure of fucking and feeling every hot streak of Megumi’s slick dripping now off his heavy balls intensified with images of his son swollen and fat with his baby, suckling his growing breasts until they filled his mouth with every surge of his father’s cock making sure their pack is strong as his dear sweet boy, just as he had grown into the most beautiful Omega since his mother and stepped into her place as though that had been the plan all along.
Megumi gurgled at first, barely breathing and aware as his overstimulated body squeezed and milked Toji’s cock for every little drop of seed it could get. Then he barely managed a low desperate cry as he nodded and leaned his head to freely offer up his utter submission. “Please…Dad…” he breathed deeply without another gentle sob as finally the swell of Toji’s knot began to rub at his stretched opening, pushing against the tight muscle and trying to force itself in. “I need it.”
Toji couldn’t pretend, after the fact, that it was only the Alpha instinct driving him. He was intoxicated on it, drunk on the image of her bent and quivering beneath him, but he knew what he was doing as he began to thrust even harder, driving Megumi against the mattress until finally his cunt opened just enough to take his father’s knot. Toji was fully aware of the choice he was making as it locked into place and his cock began to pulse and spasm and fill that hot empty womb as he rutted against his son’s increasingly limp little body. And he could have stopped when he once more mouthed at Megumi’s slender throat until he was screaming and throbbing with the intense orgasmic bliss of an Alpha choosing and marking his mate.
The worst of it was over then, they were both panting and shaking and sobbing as Toji picked Megumi up without even a little effort and fell back onto his ass with Megumi pinned into his lap with the thick girth of his knot still holding them together in a sick mirror of the way he’d hold Megumi when he was just a little boy, wrapped in his Dad’s strong arms, making sure he felt safe and protected there. Toji’s cock pulsed again, thick and heavy as he brought Megumi’s shaking hands to push at the new swell of his belly where Toji’s cock throbbed and pushed against Megumi’s palm with every tiny rutting thrust. “I love you so much…” Toji whispered again, tasting Megumi’s blood on his teeth as he mouthed over the fresh mark with nothing short of worshipful kisses. “We’ll figure it out, promise,” he added after a long moment when Megumi’s whimpers quieted.
“Yes, Dad…” Megumi managed weakly, slumping into the protective base of his father’s lap as the intense need of heat simmered into pure blissful exhaustion.
They didn’t go to the clinic that day, nor after Megumi’s heat broke days later. Megumi rarely even left his father’s bed, and Toji tended to his every need. They couldn’t undo what had been done, and as much as there was a deep guilt for that in Toji…he’d never seen Megumi happier than when he was still dripping with come, rolling in those pillows and blankets, demanding more so that he can make a proper nest, then spreading his lean wet thighs and asking for more all over again. Maybe, Toji thought, this was how it was supposed to be for them. Maybe.