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Might even be three that the alphas give him this cycle, Felix thinks, watching the way that Chan clenches and shudders on this cock. He's been doing so well with the interminable line- his heat strong and unbroken, even while his body exhausts itself milking the knots of every eligible alpha on the ship- and it's got to be a good sign of fertility.

The alpha fucks strongly, sharp thrusts into the messy, comestuffed omega cunt, the knot stretching Chan wide as it slips in and out until it grows too large and he yelps when it tugs inside him. Felix coos, reaches down to touch his pretty clit, and Chan screams as he comes for the umpteenth time, pussy clamping tight on the knot to draw it in further. Chan is still babbling, grasping weakly at the body above him, and the alpha obligingly lets him while Chan stutters "Good, 's good, so perfect, please, alpha-" until he throws his head back and cries out again as the cock inside kisses his tight cervix. What a good boy. Felix runs a hand through his sweaty hair, smiles when Chan pushes up into it, purring unevenly while his abdomen flexes and ripples to wring every last drop of come out of the current alpha's heavy balls. His once-tight belly will never be the same, he'll never go back to the charming, carefree beta his profile presented him as, but that's okay. His body is meant for this. He makes such a good breeder, only whining a little when the alpha pulls out, poor little hole trying gamely to clench and keep all the come inside but failing with how sloppy and loose he is. Felix soothes him with another couple pets, then rises to beckon in the second-to-last. This'll be over soon, and then Felix will plug him up, wash him clean. Chan, drunk on heat and rut, looking a few months pregnant already with the sheer swell of his flooded womb, is certainly in no state to do it himself.

Chan's moan when the alpha enters him this time is weaker, more resigned than pleasured. Felix frowns- if Chan is truly flagging, he might need some help when the breeding reflex comes, and Felix is already tired from supervising forty-eight hours of an omega's first proper fucking. At the beginning Chan had been incredibly eager, but the only sleep he's gotten is twenty minutes at a time in the middle of heat haze while sitting on a knot. Felix has slept once properly, other attendants watching over the newest breeder in the meantime, but it doesn't amount to much better.

Well, not much for it. Felix observes while Chan struggles to meet the alpha's thrusts, hips jumping and shuddering, exhausted muscles no doubt protesting every move, but while the heat in him still burns he takes everything he's given easily. Felix smooths a hand over his flank, replaces the cold cloth on his forehead with a fresh one. Chan moans, eyes rolling back- he truly is so responsive to the smallest things, now- and when the new knot stretches his cunt open inexorably he goes nearly limp. Felix, alarmed, straightens, but Chan only lies like that for a few long moments before he rocks his hips, slow, but still working hard. When Felix reaches down to feel around his spread-open hole, the muscle is practically spasming with the need to milk the knot. It's inefficient, but he'll get there eventually. Felix lets it be, for now.

For the ten minutes or so that they'll be locked together, Felix double-checks that everything they need for aftercare is at hand. The bathing basin is full of steaming water- Felix adds a couple drops of scented oil- and the pool outside is cool and clean. The set of knotted plugs sits at the top of the toy chest. Felix thinks about how wide Chan gaped when he caught a glance of the messy breeding hole and selects a couple that might suit. Better to start large and wean him slowly off of being stretched than risk losing some of the precious alpha seed.

When he returns to the breeding room, though, Chan is still whimpering, gamely trying to clench and drag the knot deeper inside. The alpha- what was his name? Jeonghan? Jeongin? Something like that- is clearly frustrated, shoving his hips forward like that'll work to make the process faster. Felix drops the plugs on the side table and rushes forward to soothe Chan and still the alpha's movements. "Hey, shh, it's okay. You're tired, huh, baby? Here, let me-"

He places a firm hand on Chan's abdomen, massaging the sore muscle and swollen ovaries, and brings the other down hard on the exhausted breeder's clit. Chan shrieks and thrashes, but the new shock of stimulation sends him right off, rhythmic pulses serving the dual purpose of pleasure and utility. Jeong-whatever groans, his hands wandering all over Chan's body as his cock finally gets to business pumping the omega full, and Felix waits for a moment to make sure the breeding reflex won't abruptly stop now that it's truly started. Thankfully, it's strong and sure now, so Felix steps away again to wash his hands and get himself ready.

Soon enough, Jeongdude is easing himself out of Chan's pussy, wincing. Felix stifles a laugh- he looks young, and they haven't made a new breeder in a while, so this might be his first experience with such a precocious tightness. There's going to be a few alphas going around this week walking strangely.

For that matter, Felix is so goddamn hard it hurts now that he's allowing himself to be. He strips and approaches Chan slowly, raking his eyes down the beautiful, perfect form, the picture of a breeding omega, debauched and still begging for more. Chan moans quietly, his half-lidded eyes focused on Felix's swollen cock, and somehow he spreads his hips still wider. Felix growls low in his chest, Chan bucks, presenting his greedy, pretty cunt, and what else is Felix to do but slide in. Immediately, he bares his teeth and rumbles, making the omega beneath him whimper and present his neck, but Felix barely registers the beautiful expanse of sweaty golden skin in front of him, because his entire brain is consumed by how wet and hot and slick and somehow, confoundingly, tight Chan is around him. He can feel his knot already starting to swell, because gods, it feels so good, but this last fucking isn't for him. It's for his charge, to finally break the heat in the gentlest way possible.

So Felix kisses Chan, slow and sweet, swallowing all the needy noises he makes while Felix drags his cock in and out of the red, abused hole. He presses them chest to chest, as much skin to skin as possible, nipping and lapping at the skin that's red with heat-flush and purple-yellow with lovemarks. Chan just takes it with only the tiniest of complaints, little grumbles especially when Felix fixes his teeth around a perky nipple and sucks. Felix apologizes by scraping his teeth over the swollen scent glands on his shoulder, priming the spot where he'll bite later. Chan just shudders and moans, his walls clenching jerkily, because he's perfect. So perfect. Felix tells him so, murmurs it right into the omega's ear while he starts to push his knot inside, because he knows it has to burn but both of them need it. Chan needs to be filled one last time, needs to feel the impossible stretch of a knot reshaping his cunt and spilling thick come into his already-full womb, and Felix needs to fill the omega that will be his completely, needs to claim Chan inside and out when he finally bonds them together.

Chan's earlier burst of energy must have been some of the last of his reserves, though, because he's sluggish and nonverbal even a touch more than a usual breeder at the end of their heat cycle. Felix taps his jaw and he obediently opens so Felix can slide in two fingers, but he does it on a delay, as if commands take a couple seconds to reach his addled brain. Felix will just have to baby him even more than he'd already planned to. Cooing, he presses the pads of his fingers into the little omega fangs until Chan's jaw opens as wide as it'll go, drool sliding from his slack lips. Perfect. So perfect. Felix kisses and licks the mess away, and his pliant state means he just lets out little purrs at the contact, whining when he tries for a kiss but finds himself forestalled by fingers in his mouth again.

"So good for me. The best boy. Shh, you're okay, feel that? Is that what you want?" Felix's knot is nearly fully expanded now, locked inside the omega's cunt, and it makes his hole bulge obscenely when Felix tugs down a little as if to separate them. Chan scrabbles at his chest, whimpering, begging as best he can around Felix's fingers, and Felix just has to take pity. Chan's eyes are dangerously shiny, and if he makes his omega cry while he's supposed to be giving him the ultimate relief he really will be a monster.

Felix pushes his cockhead at just that particular angle to knock on Chan's cervix right where the muscle is clenched tightest, and Chan makes an indescribable animal sound as he comes harder than he has in many long hours. The force of it makes his ears ring and vision go white, and he knows nothing other than sheer pure pleasure for minutes on end.

When Felix comes back down, he gasps, because Chan is crying. It's quiet, but tears streak his face, and oh, Felix's knot is being milked, but it's weak, so weak. Chan is clearly trying his hardest, breath unsteady and pained, but he doesn't have much more in him. That's okay. Felix kisses away the tears, murmurs sweet nothings while he reluctantly pulls away a little to make room for his hand between them.

Chan hiccups in surprise when Felix prods a finger insistently against his hole, squeaking when it slips inside after a little coaxing. "Alpha, what- what? 'M so full-" he slurs, before his breath catches when Felix wriggles in another. The stretch does have to be enormous, but Felix believes in him. He can take it.

"I know, baby, so full, but you need my come properly, don't you? You want one of the children in your belly to be mine. My pretty omega, being so good for me, that's it, just listen to your body. It knows what you want." Felix keeps talking while he prods his fingers as deep as they'll go, sighing in relief when they're long enough to reach his knot and start to massage it so that more come emerges in spurts. It makes him proud to see Chan's distended stomach grow just that little more and know that yeah, he's doing that. His pretty omega is going to make so many beautiful children.

"Alpha?" Chan says in a small voice when Felix's knot is nearly empty at last. "'M tired."

"I know. Almost done, lovely, just one more thing." Felix deliberately relaxes as he feels himself almost completely finished. Any kind of tension between them might interfere with the creation of a healthy bond.

"What's that?" Chan asks, brows adorably pinched together. He gets his answer a second later, when Felix finally empties himself and in the same moment clamps his teeth onto his omega's scent gland. Chan's mouth drops open again, but despite the fact that he doesn't make any sound from his throat Felix can feel him crying out now, in some primal part of his brain, feels the last of the heat fading and the overwhelming sensation of bonding flooding through him instead. Felix shoves his own pleasure and pride in Chan across the link, because his omega should know just how well he's done. In return, Chan sends him impressions, good-pain-tired-need-alpha, though he might not be doing it deliberately, given how driven he is by instinct right now. Felix just takes the bombardment of feelings and tucks them away carefully, because right now, he still has duty to take care of.

Slowly, carefully, he withdraws his teeth, licking over the wounds as they start to bleed. They'll scar into a beautiful bondmark, but they do need to be taken care of. Felix quickly undoes the straps that bound his Chan to the chair and hefts him up into his arms, but without withdrawing his cock. Until he gets a plug inside the omega, something needs to keep him full, and the wet heat still feels amazing even while it slowly gets oversensitive for them both.

Chan stays limp in his arms until they get to the bathing room, but he wriggles a little when Felix adjusts his grip so he can lay them down before getting in the water. "Shh, you're okay, just a moment and you'll be nice and warm, okay? I know it's cold." As quickly as he can, Felix takes the pre-slicked plug in hand and switches out his cock for it, groaning at the last slide of Chan's walls against him. He's completely spent, though, so he ignores the mess of his limp dick against his thigh while he makes completely sure the plug is seated correctly, the knot inflating with a few quick pulses of the air pump so it won't slip out. He pushes a question- comfortable-full?- and gets back just the sensation of overwhelmed-alpha-need-closer, so he figures it's good enough. Picking Chan up again, he slides them into the deliciously warm water of the bath, sighs at the ghostly second impression of it that Chan sends a second later. Now that the frantic energy and need of heat are gone, they can take their time, pressed close together. Felix sits on the ledge in the tub and pulls Chan upright into his lap, back against his chest, and there they sit, Felix's hands roaming with the bar of soap to clean every inch of skin he can reach. Chan is sensitive, of course, twitching and letting out little whines when Felix brushes over bruises and especially when he manhandles the omega to spread his legs so that he can wipe between the folds of his labia. Felix tries to keep the touches delicate, but there's nothing for it when he swipes his fingers over Chan's clit, triggering him to shake as if he's orgasming again with the barest bit of stimulation.

Throughout the whole thing, Chan is so good for him, sweet and compliant and dear. He's exhausted body and mind, which is probably part of it, but he's still so loud across the bond, projecting his contentment and trust and the occasional spark of discomfort that Felix does his best to soothe away. His stomach, not large enough to be unwieldy, is nonetheless stretched far beyond anything he's ever felt, and while the endorphin high keeps it feeling natural now Felix knows in the next couple days before he absorbs it there'll be pain, so Felix takes special care with it. He finds among the pots of scented salts and hair treatments a cream that's supposed to moisturize and encourage elasticity and rubs in as much in as he can, then has a thought and does the same for his broad pecs where his breasts will swell eventually. A breeder's first pregnancy is typically unpredictable when milk will start to come in- there's been records of it ranging anywhere from the first to the sixth month- so better safe than sorry.

When the water chills to lukewarm and they're both clean and smooth as they can be, Felix pushes dry-warm-bed? and Chan practically vibrates with agreement. He struggles to get his legs under himself, and Felix lets him up, watches him stumble unsteadily up the steps, can't help but laugh when he contorts oddly to grab one of the towels the attendants laid out and is suddenly and sharply aware of the plug. Felix climbs out after him, presses kisses to his strong back and playfully bites at the unblemished shoulder to make Chan whine and present his throat. He doesn't make any more moves, though, just takes the towel and scrubs his bonded down until he's faintly flushed all over but only a little damp.

"Alpha," Chan whines when Felix disengages to dry himself, though, blinking wide doe eyes at him, and Felix sighs but throws another towel around himself quickly and pulls Chan close again. Warm, exasperated protectiveness bubbles up inside him, because while he knows constant skinship is absolutely essential after a bond is formed he thought he would at least have time to get them to bed before the clinging really kicked in. Well, more fool he, because he physically can't resist Chan's constant underlying pulse of need for touch. He has to fumble his way through drying them both together, because there's no way to avoid Chan getting wet again while keeping them in contact at all times, and Chan, while doing his best, is not exactly helpful. It gets even harder when Chan's legs get too shaky to hold him and he half-collapses on the floor before Felix can catch him.

At a certain point after squatting and linking their arms like children to dry his hair, Felix just has to call it quits. He presses kisses to Chan's drooping eyelids and carries him to the big bedroom designated for their use. The omega is already half-asleep by the time Felix lays him down, sliding into place right behind him, because gods, he's ready to be done with today, too.

Chan's out like a light almost the moment his head hits the pillow, but Felix has to arrange him so that he won't hurt himself in his sleep by shifting the plug too far or rolling onto his belly. He sets up a wall of pillows on one side, settles Chan on his back next to it, then lies half on top of him, tucking his head into the crook of his bonded's shoulder, because he may be Chan's caretaker for the rest of his designated breeding cycles but he's only a man, and his omega smells so good, soap and the faintest tinge of blood from the bite over his natural scent of sweet berries.

Only when they're both comfortable and Felix is sure that they'll stay that way does he let himself close his eyes and drop off into dreamless sleep.