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I planned to add this to ‘The Naughty Storybook’ and I will, but circumstances kind of demand I leave it separate for a couple of days or so before adding it. You might have noticed that I set all stories to ‘registered users only’ and this one here will stay unlocked and available to all until I delete it/move it. Long author’s note at the bottom but let’s just say that my bullshit endurance for this year was reached before I even got the email from the AO3 policy & abuse team.
When you read this story, please keep in mind that chapters of the Naughty Storybook contain not fully formed stories. For this one I want to state in advance that I made both Eric and Tris 16 year old dependents, not much different than 16 year old Tris landing in Dauntless and having fun. Now it is your choice if you want to read or rather leave it be. Despite it being ABO, I made it as consensual as possible.
Jeanine POV
“I am afraid we need to run some extra tests.”
“What do you mean,” I growl, still feeling exhausted.
“The rut alleviation device we gave Eric is not just there to ease him into becoming an alpha but it is there to ensure he is a healthy alpha.”
I stare Dr Waters down until he cringes. Yes, that’s right, I am the leader of this faction and I am demanding answers. This is my nephew we are talking about, the last remaining member of my family.
“We collect data…”
“Without permission,” I screech, feeling betrayed by my own people.
“We assume the young men can not give consent and the guardian requesting the device is giving it for him. We don’t look at the data transferred into the medical file unless alerted to an anomaly. Eric triggered such an alert.”
“During his rut,” I ask, feeling at a loss for words.
“Ms Matthews, this is a delicate subject and I would like to get to the point I am trying to make,” Dr Waters sighs.
The audacity! I am going to order a review of this program, that is absolutely certain.
It seems Dr Waters took my silence for compliance and continues before I can rebuke him.
“Eric seems unable to form a knot, this makes the volume of his ejaculate way below average.”
Dear Lord, I can feel my eyes widen and cheeks redden. Is he really talking about my nephew’s genitalia and future sex life?
“His erection doesn’t last past the initial ejaculation, for obvious reasons. This makes him more aggressive during following attempts to alleviate the pressure. His rut may last double as long than standard, most likely prolonged due to his not decreasing testosterone levels. His body knows what it needs to do but he was physically unable to achieve a knot despite previous medical exams showing everything is where it needs to be.”
I almost snort. Is he trying to be delicate now? Everything is where it needs to be.
“So what now? I can’t enter his room, he needs to stay in there until he is done,” I remind the good doctor. “And frankly, I can not work from home all the time.”
“There are different things we can try to make him come out of rut faster,” Dr Waters assures. “As for handing him things. You are an alpha, he might not like it but you are his alpha until he becomes an adult. He is fortunate to have an alpha guardian…”
“Instead of an omega,’ I hiss.
“No, that’s not what I mean. Any secondary gender is better for a young alpha than a beta guardian. There are some things that just can not be taught, no matter how good the intention or dedicated the person. An omega guardian would have brought out his protective side, even in rut, but the alpha demands respect for their wishes. If you give him something and state it is to help him, he will listen more than to an omega’s gentle coaxing or a beta trying their best. I think we should start by adding some scents, and if that doesn’t help we will add real slick. Last resort is a massage.”
“Turn him on and then relax him,” I ask, feeling a bit flabbergasted.
“Kind of,” Dr Waters hedges. “I will request all that you need and let you know which stage we are entering. For now, just keep an eye on Eric but give him some privacy after each delivery.”
“As in I am allowed to leave my apartment?”
I know I should not feel this excited but there are some things I never planned on this close to a Choosing Ceremony. That being sequestered due to Eric entering his first rut. Remote working is utter crap. I get only half of the things on my agenda done. Maybe not having to hear him growl and curse will help all of us. I could use a full night of sleep as well, no howling in pain and frustration. Maybe I shouldn’t have thought myself lucky being born a female alpha but realised something was wrong? Nobody should have sounded like that when left with a sex toy.
“We are done…”
I look up in surprise and realise Dr Waters finished his monologue. Maybe I should not have spaced out but I am sure as hell not going to admit that.
I thank him and head home, cringing when I hear Eric’s growls and hisses the moment I walk past the front door.
It has not even been twenty minutes when there is a knock on my door. My head pharmacist nods his head in greeting and holds out a bag, which I take.
“Add some water into the large chamber, I already added the scent. Simply push the red button and put it into his room. Good day, Ms Matthews.”
With that he turns on his heel and basically runs off. Weird beta, I think, shaking my head.
Closing the door, I eye the bag in my hand and then move into the kitchen. There is not even a box or some handwritten instructions, just a small device resembling an air freshener.
As instructed, I open the tank and fill it with water to the fill line. Curious, I press the red button and nothing happens. The device is gurgling and gurgling and I am about to shut it off and request a new one when I suddenly smell something foul. Well, that might not be the right word but it does not entice me. It does smell like random omega but as a female alpha interested in men they do not smell good to me.
Satisfied that the device works, I make my way to Eric’s door. Unlocking bolts I was required to add by law, I slowly open it while calling out an alpha command to leave me be.
I don’t look anywhere but on the ground right beside the door, set the air freshener down and close the door gently.
There is a low growl when I engage the locks, then a low whine before silence reigns supreme.
Elated, I return to my office and try to get some work done but the desperate calls resume shortly after and I hang my head.
An hour later there is another knock on my door and I simply nod when I am handed another bag. This time there is a pump bottle inside and I don’t have to ask any for instructions.
When I shove it into Eric’s room, I honestly tell him it is real slick.
There is a satisfied grunt in response and then I am heading back to my office, expecting to get some work done.
I make good progress and it is not until my stomach growls loudly that I realise it has been two hours.
Traipsing slowly towards Eric’s door I can hear low whines and frustrated growls. He doesn’t sound like he is enjoying himself. Maybe his voice gave out and this is the volume he is stuck with?
Turning around, I head into the kitchen and heat up some nutritious ready meals I had delivered the other day. While Eric barely touches his food, I still prepare a full tray for him. Adding some rehydration sachets and bottles of water, I once more return to his door. Another alpha command to not leave his room and I am opening the door, taking stock for the first time. Eric’s back is to me, he is hunched over his desk that looks like it needs replacing. His shirt is barely hanging on and his boxers are ripped to shreds and scattered all around him.
The large bottle I gave him earlier is beside him and looks banged up. Thankfully he is covering himself and his toy. Even if I stopped by mid-attempt, he is a good pup and knows who is his alpha. While I can see the strain he is under, he doesn’t move, he doesn’t even growl at me. Deep down he knows I am trying to help him, he wants to be helped.
I quickly gather his untouched food and one half empty water bottle after setting down his lunch. I am just reaching for a ball of tissues when the doorbell rings again.
Hastily kicking the door shut, I hurry to answer whoever came calling.
To my surprise I see Abnegation leader Marcus Eaton with a handful of people, dependents by the look of it, standing right outside my door.
“Ms Matthews,” he greets me while stepping forward.
I did not expect him to crowd me and take an involuntary step back.
“Mr Eaton,” I growl, feeling my frustration making me unwilling to indulge his illusion of sole power over the whole city and calling him by his self imposed title.
“I received the request for massage on behalf of your nephew,” he starts and I look at him with surprise I can not hide. He can’t cover his pleased smirk either.
“Why would you receive such a request,” I demand to know.
“Because your nephew is a minor and and as such there are rules in play. For his case there is a prohibition in place. No adult is allowed to conduct a massage on him and the only dependents trained and volunteering their time are mine,” Marcus boasts while I can feel all colour drain from my face.
“Dr Waters requested an Abnegation dependent tend to my nephew while…”
I leave the rest unsaid, aware of the teenagers surrounding us.
“He should be feeling better soon,” Marcus says, smiling brightly at me and it gives me shivers of the worst kind.
“He is in no state to receive any visitors,” I growl and Marcus’ grin widens. His teeth shine and I keep staring at him, feeling like he might have lost the plot.
“Beatrice will do a fantastic job. Just have Dr Waters let me know when she can be picked up again. Have a nice day,” Marcus states and turns to the door, the teenagers following him.
“Please do not send the girl here, we will work something else out with Dr Waters,” I shout and Marcus stops.
His scent turns even more disgusting when he takes two steps towards me.
“I am pretty sure Beatrice and your nephew have made each other’s acquaintance by now. Did you miss her walking past you,” Marcus gloats.
“No,” I gasp in horror. One look at his face tells me Marcus is telling nothing but the truth.
I don’t care what it looks like, I turn on my heel and run back to Eric’s door where I can hear him growl lowly.
Not thinking twice, I throw the door wide open and it crashes against the wall.
Eric jumps in front of a small girl and bares his teeth at me.
“Freeze,” I order and Eric visibly struggles against my alpha order. “Beatrice,” I ask tentatively.
“Yes,” comes so quietly, I have to strain my ears in order to catch it.
“Have you any idea what is going in here,” I dare ask.
“Council leader Eaton told my parents he needed me for a medical emergency massage when I returned home from school.”
Ah, good, her voice is getting stronger.
Beatrice tries to step around Eric but somehow he overrides my command and moves with her. His elbow nudging her back behind him.
“Beatrice, did Mr Eaton tell you about Eric’s condition,” I ask, once more trying to find out what is going on while keeping a close eye on my currently unpredictable nephew.
“He just told my parents that nerves in one body part were not working right and doctors tried a few things but wanted the option to try massage as well.” Beatrice pauses. “He is in rut, isn’t he?”
Somehow I am impressed that she is keeping her cool. I am more freaked out than her, it would seem.
“Just presented…”
“But something went wrong,” Beatrice concludes.
Her tone is so soft and full of compassion, I don’t really have to ask my next question.
“What secondary gender do you have, Beatrice?”
“Omega, Ms Matthews.”
“Omega,” Eric moans while stepping back until Beatrice is trapped between his back and the wall. He does not even seem aware when his hands move down to his crotch and he starts rubbing his dick.
“Freeze,” I order once more and Eric’s hands still but he looks pained and betrayed.
“Shhh,” Beatrice soothes quietly when Eric grunts with the strain of fighting against my command. “Obey your alpha, trust your alpha.”
Even from where I am standing I can see her hands rub over his shoulders and back. To my surprise Eric seems to relax a little, his posture less stiff. He even starts looking almost content.
“Beatrice, I can not leave you here with Eric,” I state the obvious.
“He is in pain,” she protests softly.
“I know that,” I sigh. “But you can not help him with his issue.”
“He is reacting well to the back, neck and shoulder massage,” Beatrice whispers and I nod. Eric is basically purring under her attention.
“He is in rut and can’t form a knot. His body knows something is missing and his hormones won’t go down without a fight. YOU should not have been sent here,” I reiterate.
“Oh,” Beatrice gasps, finally getting it. “Council leader Eaton wants me to massage those nerve endings?!”
I can see her red face peak out from behind Eric’s back and he whines lowly when he smells her distress.
“I don’t know what he was thinking,” I admit. “But you are a minor and so is Eric. I need to get your parents to come and collect you and then I need to report this incident. What is your last name?”
“Prior, Ms Matthews.”
“Andrew Prior’s daughter,” I gasp, feeling horrified once more. What the hell was Marcus thinking? Does he want their daughter defiled?!
“Do not move, Eric,” I order, laying the alpha voice on thick. “I will be right back, Beatrice. Try to move past Eric while I call your parents.”
I don’t waste any time but rush to my office and grab the phone while opening the correct file on my computer.
It rings a couple of times before Natalie picks up.
“This is Jeanine, I need you and Andrew to pick up Beatrice,” I shout and there is dead silence. “Hello? Natalie? Hello?!”
“What happened?”
Ah, there she is.
“No idea but Marcus just brought your daughter to give my currently in the middle of his first rut nephew a massage.”
“Son of a… Andrew! ANDREW!!!”
There is the sound of running feet and then some harsh whispers.
“We will be right there, don’t let Marcus get to her again.”
Andrew hangs up and I sigh in relief before I remember I left two teenagers alone in a room. No, I left an emerging alpha in a room with a sweet, unmated omega.
…
Beatrice POV
My mind is in uproar when I hear Ms Matthews explain things to me. This is obviously no accident, Marcus Eaton is getting revenge on my father and he is doing it in an irreparable way.
Slowly, I inch out from behind Eric’s back after Ms Matthews runs out of the room, the door slamming shut in her wake.
Eric groans in pain and I can see his hands form fists, the knuckles straining from the pressure he puts on.
While I know I need to leave, that I can not stay and help Eric, my omega just can’t stand the sight of the suffering alpha.
“I have to go,” I whisper to him in the most soothing, most comforting voice I can muster. “I am sorry for your pain,” I add when I see his straining erection.
I can feel the blush warming my cheeks despite my mother giving me a forbidden glimpse of things to come. Sexual education is frowned upon in Abnegation but my mother insisted I needed to be prepared. Knowledge is power, she said, and then she showed me pictures and animations while explaining all things secondary gender.
While I am staring at his penis, I do see the spongy part where his knot is supposed to form. The colour is an intense red and while the tip is leaking, there is not even a nerve twitching in the knot area.
My hand stretches out on its own accord and Eric whines when it hovers right above his erection.
“I should not even be here, Eric,” I explain quietly and he tilts his head to the side as if he is trying to listen more closely. “This is risking my whole future, I am about to choose in two weeks,” I add for some reason and there is a low growl. “I know you are frustrated and in pain but I should not be the one helping you.”
Despite my words, my hand lowers until my fingers make contact.
Eric jerks but I smile when I feel the nerves jump at my touch.
“Did you feel that,” I ask excitedly. “Those nerves are reacting. Maybe if I were to show you how to massage your flesh,” I muse while already grabbing his hand.
Eric’s hand is large and dwarves mine when I guide his fingers to lie on his knot. Settling mine on top of his, I wonder how I am supposed to make him follow my movements.
Despite my sudden doubts, I gently flex my fingers, hoping he will copy me. He is clumsy and too rough when he does mimic me and after what feels likes ages I gently nudge his hand aside, unable to stand his increasingly desperate cries for relief.
He moans when I tease the nerves and there is a quiet gasp from the door.
“I didn’t think he could be this calm in your presence,” Ms Matthews marvels. “I thought he’d maul you and claim you without second thought after I thoughtlessly left you to your own devices. I apologise for my actions, Beatrice.”
Once more I blush upon hearing her crass depiction of a real possibility.
“It’s alright,” I whisper when Eric growls lowly. “Your aunt is just here to make sure we are both okay. I told you that I have plans for my future, I can’t risk it, Eric.”
“Need,” he rumbles and I can feel my omega respond to his deep voice full of despair, longing and need.
“I know,” I soothe once more. “You are doing an amazing job protecting me, alpha. You are fighting your instincts for me,” I praise.
“I still don’t know how he does it,” Ms Matthews adds from the door and once more Eric stiffens.
“I am not in heat and he is confused,” I state with conviction.
“How are you so calm,” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Eric doesn’t scare me and I want to help him feel better. He didn’t try to throw me onto his bed and claim me, I guess deep down he still isn’t fully alpha but the scared teenager going through the transformation. Mother told me stories about alpha behaviour but maybe that is only for when they are done with their first rut,” I muse.
“He didn’t give me the impression he was anything but alpha,” Ms Matthews huffs before staring into blank space. She shakes her head and looks at me, really looks at me. “Are you using suppressants?”
“Of course,” I answer immediately.
“Hmmm, maybe that’s why…”
Another knock on the door interrupts her and she looks torn.
“Go, I will be fine for another minute,” I assure.
She doesn’t question me but rushes out the door once more, closing it firmly in her wake.
“Easy,” I warn when I feel Eric move his hips faster. While he has been gently rocking his hips back and forth while I was talking to his aunt, he is now picking up speed and my fingers glide over more than the knot area.
Eric shivers every time I touch more sensitive skin and I can see he is leaking more and more. Eric cries and then spurts of come land on the floor in front of us. I try to grab his still missing knot but Eric just seems unable to help himself. He basically ruts through my hand, his knot remaining hidden while his cries of agony increase.
“Dear Lord,” I hear behind me and Eric’s face contorts into a snarl. His flesh retreats from my hand and then I am once more backed against the wall, my face smashed against Eric’s cloth covered back.
“Freeze,” Ms Matthews orders once more and Eric keeps growling but I can feel his muscles locked in place. “This is Andrew Prior, Beatrice’s father.”
Eric’s growl does not lessen and there is a deep sigh that I recognise.
“And this is Natalie Prior, Beatrice’s mother,” Ms Matthews adds.
“That was fast,” I blurt out.
“Jonathan Black was just returning home and able to drive us over,” father explains. “How are you doing?”
“I am fine,” I assure.
“He hasn’t done anything yet,’ father double checks.
“Andrew,” mother groans. “You can clearly see that Eric has remarkable control over his urges.”
“I wouldn’t call humping my daughter’s hand remarkable control,” father huffs.
“He is not balls deep inside of her,” mother reminds him and there are two groans and a loud growl from Eric. “Her omega must speak to him, despite his transformation not being finished.”
“Stop calling it transformation, Natalie. It’s part of puberty,” father argues once more.
“We can argue that moot point later. We need to decide what we are going to do now. Beatrice, can you leave?”
“Probably,” I state.
“Probably,” father repeats dumbly while mother realises what I am not saying outright.
“You are compelled to help him.”
“What?! No! Think about your future! Marcus has gone to great lengths to ruin it for you…”
“Erudite might not be so bad,” I wager quietly.
“Beatrice,” father exclaims once more in horror.
“It may not come to this,” I remind him.
“Do you really expect to have a choice after today?”
Father looks so troubled, I want to reassure him but I can’t.
“This is me making my choice early…”
“It’s the wrong choice,” father screams, surprising us all with his outburst. “If Eric administers a claiming bite you will have to go wherever he chooses to go. Jeanine, please tell me he is choosing next month!” Father turns to Ms Matthews who has been staring at him with her mouth agape while mother has her feelings hidden behind her Abnegation mask. A serene smile gracing her lips while nothing is given away.
“Eric turned sixteen a few months back.”
“A late bloomer,” mother states, nodding her head.
“Yes, and thank god he is finally going to bulk up. At least I won’t have to continue talking him out of choosing Dauntless.”
“A perfect match, Andrew,” mother exclaims while father blanches.
“She is too young to mate!”
“We were sixteen as well,” mother reminds him.
“We dated and chose our faction, then we mated.”
“He needs her and you can see how he is with her. Just look at him! He is in rut yet here he is, not only protecting her from us but actually accepting us in his domain because of her connection to us. If Beatrice gives her consent and Eric is able to get clear headed long enough to give his as well I don’t think we should stand in their way. She will be protected and in Dauntless. What more do you want,” mother challenges father.
Ms Matthews was staring open mouthed at mother but finally gets her bearings.
“Beatrice was headed for Dauntless?”
“She is her mother’s daughter,” father admits.
“Max is expecting her, I presume?”
Mother looks sheepish but father nods.
“You are offering to stay and massage…” Jeanine cringes but moves on. “Eric, accepting all possible consequences?”
“Not so fast,” father growls and Eric growls back before squishing me a little against the wall. My subsequent moan of pain has an immediate effect. He jumps to the side and pulls me into a different corner, covering his back against possible attacks before checking me over. He purrs comfortingly while doing so.
“Do you believe me now,” mother sighs, sounding exhausted.
“Perfect matches are rare, don’t blame me for doubting the sheer luck Marcus’ intrigue has brought.”
“You need to elaborate on that, Andrew,” Jeanine groans. “What in tarnation could Marcus gain by sending Beatrice here?”
“I declined a pre-arranged mating with his son on her behalf.”
“The fuck?!”
Mother snorts and Ms Matthews is actually blushing while Eric’s growls turn louder and louder. His chest is vibrating and I gently rub all over it. He doesn’t stop until I reach up and cup his cheek. Eric’s face turns and his nose presses against my wrist. Almost instantly he quiets down.
“Leave it to me, this is my family as well that he is using for his petty revenge. It is against our laws to sign such an agreement before a dependent reaches adulthood. You could have been criminally charged had you agreed to … to this atrocity.” Ms Mathews is spluttering and I never thought she could get so frazzled. She always seems so calm and collected, like someone could shoot at her and she wouldn’t even blink. “Beatrice is going to be family, I have a bone in this fight now.”
Okay…
“We should go,” mother speaks up when father and Ms Matthews look like they are going to argue over who is going to go after Marcus. “Eric has suffered enough and no matter what happens, this is not on us. Our daughter has found a perfect match. Let’s go,” mother reiterates.
“Beatrice, we love you, no matter what. I will talk to Jack,” father promises.
“I will keep an eye on her as best as I can,” Jeanine swears.
“We will see you whenever your path is clear,” mother promises before following father out the door.
“Lie down,” I order when the door once more closes. “I am going to try and massage those nerves back to life,” I explain and Eric lies down reluctantly.
He is quiet, there is no growling but neither is there any purring.
“Do you want me to try and help you,” I ask. It might be a bit late but better late than never. “If you want to do this on your own and contact me when you are clear headed…”
I don’t get to finish my sentence before Eric jumps up and grabs me. He is holding me tight and now he is purring and nosing around my neck. His whole body is vibrating with unspent need.
“You want me to stay?”
Eric’s arms tighten ever so slightly and the purring picks up.
“Okay, big guy. I can feel you are ready for another try,” I whisper, and when I try to take a step back he lets me.
Looking around, I try to find the best way to do this. Maybe the bed is not the right spot for this. Normally there would be no issue but this is different than all the other massages I have done. Not only is this the first opposite sex massage but it is an intimate massage.
Eric decides for me when he nudges my hand with his erection while I am looking distractedly around his room. Almost on instinct my fingers grab a hold of his flesh. Once more I can feel some nerves twitch and this time I am going to try and take charge. Step by step I nudge Eric back until he is flat against the wall he pressed me against not so long ago. His hips still marginally but this is all I need to start working on him. My fingers fly over his skin, every little twitch causing feelings of delight to engulf me.
From his posture and sound I can deduct that he is feeling something and his need is increasing exponentially. His penis is rock solid and turning a darker shade of red than when he ejaculated previously. It must cost him ridiculous amounts of self control to not give in to his baser instincts and rut through my hand once more.
I praise him time and time again for his patience, endurance and his progress. When Eric finally whimpers right before coming with a mighty roar, I can feel his knot swell ever so slightly and join him with a shout of joy. I close my mouth when his ecstatic sounds once more turn into those of misery when his body realises he is still missing a vital part.
“Shhh, it’s slowly improving. Have faith in me, alpha.”
Upon hearing me call him that Eric gets back to purring before nuzzling my neck with his nose.
I indulge for a moment before I gently push back and he lets me.
“I am going to clean this up and then I will massage you some more, okay?”
There is the barest of nods but I count this as a win. Alpha’s are supposed to regain their senses once the knot engages up until they are ready to go again. Mindless copulation until the knot locks and their instincts get soothed by the fact they have done their very best to procreate.
It seems Eric’s missing knot has him jump the queue and by the time I cleaned the floor and tidied up a little he is crowding me with his erection firmly in place.
Eric doesn’t protest when I push him against the wall again, it worked out well last time. Our height difference makes this a quite good position to get a good grip without straining anything.
The nerves are reacting faster and more prominently this time. My fingers fly as they tease different parts at almost the same time. I am massaging deeper and by the time Eric roars I am proudly holding half a knot. This time I keep massaging him through his orgasm and beyond. Eric’s disturbing cries are missing and we manage to squeeze one more orgasm out of him before he starts his song of sorrow once again.
I keep praising him throughout the whole experience and I have him purring at me in no time at all, his misery already forgotten.
I don’t stop him when he reverses our positions and pushes my front gently against the wall while nosing around my neck. His hands hold me gently and his chest is still vibrating with constant purring. I all but melt and I can smell his excitement at something finally going right.
“Hmmm,” he murmurs into my ear before nibbling all around.
I shiver and he does it again until I can feel his erection pressing against my back.
“Let me help you,” I urge and Eric steps back, his nostrils flaring.
Looking down, I can see his knot pulsing, a really good sign. Maybe this time he is ready for more.
While highly inappropriate, my mother showed both my brother and I the devices that would be used during our transformation. While I got a very special knotting dildo, my brother got the male equivalent, the one that I spotted on Eric’s desk earlier. I know how it works, and this time I will try to use it on Eric. I think he might be ready.
“Alpha,” I whisper, and his eyes shoot to mine. They are glazed over and I just know this time is going to be different. “Come here,” I say, slowly stepping back and he follows me without hesitation.
We make it to his desk without incident but when I grab the bottle of lube he growls fiercely and I freeze.
“It’s okay, I think you are ready,” I soothe. “I will help you but the machine will finish massaging your knot, once it engages, way better than I ever could.”
This, once more, gets me a fierce growl.
“What’s wrong, alpha?”
Eric’s nostrils flare as he glowers in the direction of his desk and my hand. This time I try to follow his gaze and gasp when I realise I am holding a bottle of real slick. Okay, I think I get his point.
Looking around, I spot another bottle and slowly pull my hand, still holding the offending bottle, off the table. Eric growls but let’s me proceed.
I make quick work of throwing the slick into a fresh bin bag, sealing it in before picking up the other bottle. This time I read the label to check that it is the actual lubricant used for the sex devices.
Eric still doesn’t look happy but he doesn’t protest when I prepare his artificial vagina. I am about to wipe my hand when I reconsider and grab his dick. This time I am rubbing him from base to tip and back, slicking him up before grabbing his knot for probably the last time.
Eric moans and groans, growls and grunts as I work his knot over and before I am ready to let him go, he is ready to move on.
Not wanting to stand in his way of success, I step aside and tug gently. Eric is following my motion on instinct and with four tugs he is pressing the tip against the slicked up vagina.
I tug again but he is resisting. He eyes me with curiosity so I decide to verbally encourage him.
“This is what you need, your alpha needs this.”
I tug again and then the weirdest thing happens. Eric leans sideways and buries his nose in my neck, inhaling deeply and shivering. Instinctively I tug on his knot again and he finally slides into his artificial passage. What I did not expect though is Eric’s arm sliding around me and trapping me between his side and the desk, allowing him to keep his nose against my neck while holding his toy in place.
I can feel his breath come out in increasingly harsher puffs while he ruts into his toy. I squeal when teeth scrape my skin and Eric’s tongue shoots out, licking over the abrasions. Then he opens his mouth and roars, the device engaging and trapping his hopefully fully inflated knot. I turn my head when three beeps emanate from the machine and the vacuum pump starts up just as Eric’s mouth closes and his teeth camp down on my flesh.
It is my turn to scream, a scream of pain when my body registers I have been bitten. That scream turns into quiet whimpers when my omega jumps up and moans in pleasure, having just been claimed. A warm tongue bathes my neck while I stare at the still hard working machine, Eric’s rutting hips and register the fact that he does not pull out. In fact, it looks like he really can’t, and while it should bring me immense joy to see him better, I also feel bereft. He claimed me while knotting a machine and my omega growls while my rationale self knows there is nothing that can be done now.
Eric stops his soothing ministration on my bruised skin to roar once more, the drainage working overtime to clear the artificial passage for the next load of seed.
“Tris,” he pants after one long minute of me watching liquid run out the back.
I freeze and there is a quiet sigh.
“Eric?” Did he mean me?
“Thank youuuu…” Alright, he did.
Eric drags out the last word, another orgasm starting up and he ends up panting so harshly, he can’t finish his sentence before he comes again. His knot continuously massaged by the vacuum pump working the artificial skin inside the passage. He is trapped and getting milked, whether he wants it or not.
“Fuck,” he groans when the fresh stream of milky liquid stops running out the back. “I am sorry for biting you.” He pauses and nuzzles my neck. “No, I am not sorry for that but I am sorry I am stuck in this machine.”
“It’s okay,” I mumble but he shakes his head.
“It’s not right. You deserve better, we deserved a chance to court.”
“Would you have wanted to? Court me,” I clarify. “With a clear mind,” I add.
“Of course. I would like to think I would have recognised my match when I encountered her.”
“We are in the same year,” I remind him quietly.
“I wasn’t ready,” Eric groans.
“I presented only a few months back,” I admit quietly.
“I would have noticed you the moment I came back,” Eric swears.
I am about to answer but Eric’s arm around me tightens and his nostrils flare up while his breathing increases. His eyes seem to cross as he moans lowly before panting harshly. A guttural moan escapes his lips and he sucks in air as the machine once more expels all his fluids.
“Fuck,” Eric grunts when the drain once more stops and his breathing evens out.
“That’s what you do during rut,” I state sagely and his head bends back to look at me. I can’t keep a straight face when I see the incredulous look on his face.
“We’ll do that next,” he tells me earnestly.
“I am not ready, Eric.”
His features slip and he looks hurt.
“For your knot, I mean,” I clarify hastily but he still looks doubtful.
“You are an omega,” Eric starts slowly.
“And you are in rut,” I remind him.
“I claimed you,” Eric counters and I pause.
“You did,” I agree when I finally get what he is saying.
“Feel anything yet?”
I mentally take stock and shake my head. Nothing feels out of the ordinary, no gut wrenching cramps, no crying out in need. My own vagina is not flooding with slick and there is no clenching wall, trying to hold on to a knot.
“Can I kiss you?”
Is it just me or does he sound breathless?
I nod and Eric moves in quickly, his lips pressing against mine. They open and his breath fans over my lips. I can feel his tongue lick his lips, inadvertently licking my own and open up.
Contrary to what I assumed would happen, he does not slide his tongue inside my mouth but keeps panting.
Another groan and his tongue finally enters my mouth, roughly rooting around while his body shakes.
I faintly hear the drain work overtime but Eric doesn’t let go once. He keeps kissing me long after the drain stops and the machine beeps, indicating that the knot is deflating.
Strong hands grab my upper arms and I just let him manoeuvre me around his room, trusting him completely. While I might not have known Eric longer than a couple of hours, I do know him. Deep down I know he is mine and he won’t do anything to harm me. I knew from the moment I stepped into his room, unaware he is mine.
“Tris,” Eric groans and settles me onto his bed, crawling in between my thighs.
My skirt is hindering him and he tugs a couple of times until I nod my head and he slowly removes it with both hands, kicking the last bit down.
I moan when I suddenly feel a cramp. Eric doesn’t stop kissing me, most likely thinking I am moaning in pleasure.
Then another cramp comes, making me feel like someone is squeezing my inner organs with an iron fist. I detach my lips and suck in some air while Eric nuzzle my neck.
A moan, obviously in pain and not pleasure, escapes my mouth when yet another cramp comes and doesn’t seem to abate.
“Tris,” Eric asks but his nostrils flare and his eyes shoot down and between our bodies.
“Too fast, too intense,” I moan and he nods.
“My fault.”
“No,” I pant. “Not yours, never yours. I stayed, I knew…”
Warm hands creep under my shirt and settle on my aching flesh. This time the painful moan is quieter, more dignified.
I arch against his hands when yet another cramp leaves me breathless.
The intensity and pace is insane, a completely new experience.
Eric nuzzle my neck again while tilting his own so I can smell him. Inhaling deeply, it feels like my insides are ripped apart despite the soothing scent.
It is Eric’s soothing voice that brings me back to the present while he gently wipes my tears away.
“This isn’t normal, is it?”
“It hurts,” I cry and Eric looks stricken.
“Can I try something?”
“If you think it will help,” I grunt out between clenched teeth.
He doesn’t elaborate but moves down my body until his nose presses against my panties.
“You are getting wet,” Eric calls out before he inhales deeply. A low rumble emanates from his chest and he basically rips my underwear while trying to pull it down with haste. His nose bumps into my clit and then his tongue starts lapping.
I can feel my body starting to produce more and more slick.
My eyes are fixed on Eric and I can see him starting to get restless, his hips move and then he looks at me.
His glazed eyes tell me all I need to know. Whether I am ready or not, the mating will commence now.
He looks striking as he rises up on his arms and knees. His torso straightens and then large hands reach out and grab my hips.
I only gasp when he turns me over and moan with yet another cramp when he pulls my hips up.
I can feel his tip bump into me a few times, sliding along my skin due to the excess liquid. Then he notches the tip and I can feel his hands grab me tightly just as he surges forward.
We both scream with relief when he moves in all the way. Eric bottoms out and then pulls back, his slowly filling knot dragging along my pulsating passage that can’t grab him just yet. He slides back and then starts a fast pace, pushing harder and harder into me. Despite how it may sound, it doesn’t hurt but feels amazing.
Eric’s knot swells more and more and then, finally, with a triumphant shout, he gets stuck when my quivering flesh manages to capture him, causing him to swell beyond the point of retreat. He is not done, though, he keeps swelling and swelling and I am wondering if we created a monster that doesn’t know when to stop with our earlier endeavours.
I moan when he presses harshly against my nerves and when I think I am about to faint it all turns on me and I am surprised by a massive orgasm.
Clamping down on Eric’s knot, I can hear all breath leave him. He is desperately trying to suck in air and then he roars.
The next thing I know, his teeth are embedded in my neck while my cramps are soothed with jets of warm liquid.
My mind opens up with a brand new connection to my mate of seconds. The feelings are overwhelming and I think it is safe to assume Eric feels the same. His fingers dig into my flesh and he goes nuts, leaving me no choice but to follow him down the pit of lust.
We move as one, action and reaction. Cause and effect. Orgasm triggering orgasm. Ejaculate meeting slick until I am bloated.
Sweat covered bodies press against each other, our earlier position long forgotten as we lie sideways, Eric spooning me. His hands are always in motion while his lips never stray far from my neck.
This is nothing like using the machine for either of us. This is endless pleasure and I have no idea how long it has been when, finally, a small trickle of liquid runs down my thigh. Eric grunts when he feels it too but we are helpless. There is no stopping his knot from deflating but Eric holds me tightly even after he slips out.
“It feels like a dream,” he muses quietly.
“It does but I am quite sure I am wide awake.”
“Yeah, it’s too authentic to be a dream. Thank fuck!”
I chuckle upon hearing his heartfelt sentiment.
“Where do you want to go,” I finally ask.
“Nowhere,” Eric states with conviction.
“Anywhere but Abnegation is fine with me,” I admit while wondering if I will do as well in Erudite as I could have in Dauntless.
“They are not going to make you return, will they?”
“I am all yours,” I promise, hoping I am not lying.
“You are my mate, but will they require you to go back until Choosing Day?”
“Separating mates is forbidden,” I remind him.
“Just checking. Are you excited for Dauntless?”
“Dauntless?!”
“I might have seemed out of it but I was still there, inside. I heard you wanted to move to Dauntless as well. We can make a good life there, I am sure. Now that I have you, I feel complete and anything is possible with you by my side.”
“I thought you wanted to stay here…”
“In bed, in this room,” Eric states with a low chuckle before nuzzling my neck again.
“Already,” I ask when I can feel him swell against me.
“My mate,” Eric purrs and I just tilt my hips and bare my neck.
“Let me massage your knot,” I tease and he growls while shoving his already emerging knot deep inside me.
“You are so good at it,” Eric croons before jerking his hips and suddenly his knot is right there, bursting and tying us together. My nerves explode and I suddenly don’t care about teasing him or where we might go. He is right, this room, this bed and the rest… who cares? The pieces have fallen into place and the puzzle is compete.
The End
Alright, where to start?
The beginning would be that I write fan fiction for ‘me’ time. In my case this is something our psychologist recommended. As a mother to three children with additional needs, life is stressful and one tends to put oneself last. I was encouraged to find something that is just for me. A hobby, if you like to call it, something that I don’t share with my kids. Where I can mentally disassociate myself from my daily grind, so to speak.
Last summer I posted a personal note called ‘update – sorta’ where I gave an update on what’s going on, ranted a bit and tried to give an update of what comes next for me regarding stories. I did not add it to my previously posted stories as an additional chapter. I personally don’t like thinking someone posted a new chapter to an unfinished story I have subscribed to or added something to a finished one just to see it is a personal note added to every story in order to get a message out.
The intention was to delete it after a while but I honestly forgot.
Fast forward to Wednesday morning my time and I opened my emails to find this.
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Hi Michaela18,
The AO3 Policy & Abuse committee has received a complaint that one of your works is not a fanwork:
"Update - sorta", located at https://archiveofourown.org/works/39729339
This is a violation of Section IV.H. of our Terms of Service. AO3 is an archive for the preservation of fanfiction and other transformative fanworks. Non-fanworks may not be uploaded to the Archive. Examples of non-fanworks include social media posts, fic searches, ads, prompts or requests, lists of other works, personal messages, empty works, and any other non-transformative content.
We have hidden the work and require you to delete it within 7 days. You can access the hidden work using the link provided above. If you don't remove the violating content by this deadline, an Archive administrator will delete the work.
A warning has been placed on your account as a result of this violation. We recommend that you review your account to ensure that your other works are in compliance with the Terms of Service. If you do not remove all violating content, or if you violate the Terms of Service again, you may be temporarily or permanently suspended.
For more information about content and behaviors that are not permitted on the Archive, and the penalties you may receive for a violation, please refer to our Terms of Service and Terms of Service FAQ:
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If you have any questions, or if you wish to appeal this decision, please reply to this email. Because the Policy & Abuse committee is a small team of volunteers, it may take some time for you to receive a response.
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For those of you who do not know what you just read – someone looked at my stories, went down the timeline to over seven months ago, the eighth story in the list, found it violating the terms of service (which I honestly didn’t bother reading since signing up, if even then), copied the story link, went to the ‘policy and abuse’ section, selected the special online form to submit a violation (until the spamming incident I did not even know there was such a thing) and complained about me leaving this personal note up.
I repeat: someone went through all this trouble instead of leaving a simple comment below said ‘story’ reminding me of a policy I am violating.
I probably don’t have to explain how furious I was. I forwarded it to a handful of people to see what they think of it. Then I stepped back and waited twelve hours before replying to the ‘policy and abuse team’. While my first reaction was ‘I am out of here, screw AO3’, I would hurt nobody but myself with this. I decided, for now, to set all my stories to registered users only as this way might avoid some of those spammers we recently had here and all those trolls who have nothing better to do than try to make other people as miserable as they are. I would like to say I feel sorry for those individuals but I don’t. I have no social media accounts because I want to avoid all the toxic behaviour that seems to be escalating month after month. Now it is starting here…
As for my reply to the policy and abuse team. While I did indeed commit the offense outlined, I find the way this is handled over the top. I got away with a warning because they rightly assumed it was an honest mistake. People are wasting a volunteer’s time with petty bullshit and take away resources that should look after actual issues, like the aforementioned spamming. Thus said, I feel like the policy itself allowed some Karen to use their terms of service to legally harass someone. There, I said it and I am not taking it back. If this sentiment leads to another warning and subsequent suspension, so be it but at least I will know for sure where I stand with AO3.
I encourage everyone who has ever posted something on AO3 to take a good look at their policies because I saw a plethora of violations from authors I read. Should I give them a heads up and prevent them from posting what I like to read? Fuck no! I am simply hoping that someone out there hates my guts enough to spam and report me and leave it at that. I honestly don’t want to think about that anymore so I will continue as I planned and keep posting for registered users only.
Most bullies back away when you threaten exposure, and while I contemplated filling in my own form to the abuse team about feeling harassed and singled out by whoever decided to use the ‘force of the law’ instead of a friendly reminder and needlessly escalated a non-issue, I am saving myself the trouble (and their time) and work on another story.
So, with all that said, I sincerely hope your 2023 started out better than mine.
Michaela