Chapter 17

Marco

I couldn't wait any longer. It had to happen now. The urge to mate had been building for weeks, making my cock throb with constant need—and it had to be sated somehow. The mating ceremony wasn't just about fucking—it was about claiming, marking, and breeding, of course. As an alpha, my body was literally changing in preparation, my knot already starting to swell even before touching my omega.

Lucas lay spread out on our ceremonial bed, his body glistening with the sacred oils we'd applied earlier. The oils weren't just for show—they contained pheromones that would enhance our natural chemistry, making the mating bond stronger. His hole was already slick with his natural omega lubricant, another sign of the fact we were meant for each other. The scent drove me wild, making my mouth water and my cock leak pre-cum.

"The ceremony requires three distinct phases," I explained as I stripped off my clothes. "First, I'll mark you with my scent through oral claiming. Then comes the penetration and knotting. Finally, the blood bond—we bite each other as I breed you."

Lucas nodded, his pupils dilated. He knew how good those things were going to be. The ceremonial white silk robe he wore was already soaked through with his slick, too, which was quite the sight. "Will it hurt?" he asked, spreading his legs wider to show me his pink, twitching hole. Goddamn. He didn't need to do that.

"The knot will stretch you," I admitted, climbing onto the bed. "But your body is made for this. Your omega glands are already producing extra slick to ease the way. We've done this before, remember?" I buried my face between his legs, inhaling deeply. The scent of his arousal was intoxicating - sweet and musky. This was the first part of the ceremony - scent marking.

I lapped at his hole, tasting the slick that flowed freely now. My saliva would mix with his natural lubricant, creating a chemical bond that would mark him as mine. Lucas moaned, his thighs trembling as I pushed my tongue inside him. His cock was rock hard against his stomach, leaking steadily and forming a stain.

"The oral claiming prepares your body," I explained between licks. "My saliva contains enzymes that will help your body accept my knot." I sucked hard at his rim, making him cry out. The taste of him was addictive—I could have stayed there for hours, but we had to move on.

The second phase began as I positioned myself between his legs. My cock was painfully hard, the knot at the base already starting to swell. "Look at me," I commanded. "Watch as I claim you." I pushed inside slowly, feeling his body stretch to accommodate me. The heat of him was incredible—omega bodies ran hotter than normal during mating.

"Fuck," Lucas gasped as I bottomed out. "You're so big..." He always said that every time I entered him. I was pretty sure he did it not just because he really found me big, but mostly because he wanted to make me feel further turned on, and it worked every time.

His hole clenched around me rhythmically, his body instinctively trying to milk my cock. Pre-cum leaked steadily from my tip, joining with his slick to create the chemical cocktail that would facilitate bonding.

I began to thrust, establishing a steady rhythm. "The penetration phase is about preparing your body for breeding," I explained, my voice strained with effort. He didn't know much about the ceremony, and that was why I was teaching him everything now. "Each thrust spreads my pre-cum deeper inside you, getting your body ready to accept my seed."

The first time I bred him with my seed and we had our twins, there was no ceremony. It was just our instincts leading the action.

Lucas wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "I can feel it," he moaned. "Everything feels so sensitive..." His cock bounced with each thrust, leaving wet spots on his stomach.

My knot began to swell in earnest now, catching on his rim with each thrust. "The knot will lock us together," I panted. "It ensures none of my seed escapes. The chemicals in my cum will change your body chemistry permanently again. More so than ever before, you will only be satisfied by me."

The final phase approached as I felt my orgasm building. "When I knot you, we bite," I instructed. "The blood exchange completes the bond." I aimed for his scent gland, just below his ear. The skin there was already flushed and swollen, ready for marking.

With one final thrust, my knot swelled fully, locking us together. Lucas screamed as I bit down hard, breaking the skin. The taste of his blood mixed with the ceremonial oils sent me over the edge. My cock pulsed, pumping him full of cum as he bit my shoulder in return.

The blood exchange triggered a cascade of chemical reactions. I could feel our heartbeats synchronizing, our scents merging into something new. Wave after wave of cum filled him as my knot throbbed, ensuring every drop stayed inside.

"The knot will last about an hour," I explained, maneuvering us onto our sides. "During this time, the bond solidifies. You'll start to feel my emotions, and I'll feel yours." Already I could sense his pleasure and satisfaction bleeding into my consciousness.

Lucas nuzzled into my neck, licking at the bite mark he'd left. "I can feel you," he murmured. "In my head... it's amazing." His hole continued to milk my knot, drawing out more cum.

We lay there, locked together as the bond grew between us. I could feel him as clearly as I felt myself—his pleasure, his satisfaction, his love. The ceremony had worked perfectly. He was mine now, in every way possible, and I was his, even more so than we already were.

"Will I get pregnant again?" Lucas asked, clenching around my knot. Another pulse of cum answered his question.

"Almost certainly," I replied, grinding deeper. And the good thing was that, this time, he wouldn't have to hide it. "The ceremony increases fertility. By this time tomorrow, my seed will have taken root." The thought made my cock throb again, starting another round of pumping.

Hours later, after multiple knottings and with Lucas thoroughly marked inside and out, we finally rested. The bond hummed between us, strong and vital. His belly was slightly swollen with my seed, and I could smell the changes already beginning in his body.

The mating ceremony had succeeded beyond my expectations.

"Sleep," I murmured, placing a protective hand over his stomach. "The changes have just begun." He drifted off in my arms, our scents mingled into something new and perfect.