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The larger alpha smiles meanly, eyebrow cocked at Mark. “Tell me, son of Nolan, what do you hope to gain from me?”
Mark's hands clenched, nails digging little crescent indents into his palms. “Nothing.” He spat, a bitter snarl contorting his visage to reinforce the declaration. Marks chest heaves with agitated breaths, and the stench of Thraggs amusement only serves to piss him off more.
Marks scent – already permeating the air of Thraggs personal chambers, since he'd first been manhandled onboard the Viltrumites flagship – became awash with bitter tones of sour lemons and ash. Mark's aware his pheromones have sharpened, bitter kindred to a burning star being buried in rain-wet soil.
And now, despite his scent brimming with anger; a hint of sweetness has creeped through, a redolence so potent it actually causes Thraggs nose to twitch.
Seeing the Viltrumite scent the air in search of his (not so) covered pheromone, Mark growls and squares his shoulders defensively, posturing as any alpha would.
His aggressive reaction is immediately abolished by the cutting glare Thragg pins on him. It's so sudden, so intense that Mark can't help but flinch back a step, jaw tensing to refrain from retaliating against the baleful expression.
Much to his dismay, Mark feels the telltale burn of shame twisting in his belly, an uncomfortable, yet effective biological reminder that it's never a bright idea to challenge a superior alpha.
Or, in this case, his (much more powerful) worst enemy.
Thraggs chest rumbles with an amused hum, and just like that the sharp string of reprimand smoothly dissipates from Marks lungs.
“I understand.” He asserts in a low baritone, nodding to himself in supposed 'understanding'. There's a small smile on his lips that has no right being so attractive. The kind that has Marks heart leaping in his chest, but unfortunately they're not quite there yet, so to try save face, he quickly feigns displeased confusion and furrows his brows.
Mark is almost certain that Thragg see's right through his attempt.
The Viltrumite continues without preamble, eyes regarding him. “Your scent is weak for an alpha, yet you manage to reek very strongly of how badly you desire to be bent over and used." The Regent muses, again far too casual. Discussing Marks deepest, darkest secrets like they're a obvious topic shouldn't be easy, let alone achievable. However, Thragg doesn’t seem concerned by that, as he continues to tear down the walls Mark spent years fortifying.
"You've grown weary, defending a planet of creatures who show no appreciation to you. I'm sure you're tired of nearly dying for them, it's clear to me that you don't merely act on behalf of these humans out of love.
You desire something, yet they refuse to yield despite you're very existence being their salvation. Even then, you never attempt to obtain it for yourself, regardless of everything on this planet being inferior.” Thragg sneers, seemingly enraged on Marks behalf. It has his breath stuttering, and although he knows he should be offended that Thragg is able to read him so well, and basically just called his human friends and family substandard– its hard to think when his brain is getting muddled by pheromones and stress.
He scrambles to deny, deny, deny, “I- I'm- you don't know anything-“
"Oh, but I do, boy. You behave similar to a teething pup, or perhaps a strongheaded omega." Mark glares, hands beginning to shake. Thragg notices because of course he does.
"Maybe, all you need is someone who can put you in your place. Is that why you have been snapping at my heels, do you desire to be turned over my lap and disciplined?” Thragg smirks as the younger alpha’s face burns hotly, his body betraying him in the way his pants get tighter and his legs twitch. He's mortified by the whole situation and takes a stumbling step backwards, sucking in a breath when Thragg follows suit with ground eating strides.
“Fucking- no, I dont-!“
“Do not lie to me, little alpha.” Thragg croons mockingly, closing the space between them to grab Marks nape, effectively scuffing him.
Mark yelps in shock, but can do nothing as the action renders his limbs kitten-weak and docile. Immediately, his entire being burns with humiliation at being scruffed like a damn puppy. Mark isn't given a moment to pout about it though, because Thragg abruptly drags him close, forcing Marks nose to nuzzle into his scent gland, exposing the younger to his abnormally strong pheromones and—
Sandalwood and rumbling thunder, paired with the sharp smell of a lava giant flood Marks senses, overwhelming his brain and body with pure, dominant alpha pheromones. He gasps, choked by the sheer strength and power he's being forced to inhale. He can't see, can't smell or taste anything but Thragg—
Darkness threatens to envelope Mark, the scent heady enough that he can feel himself being nudged towards unconsciousness.
The young alpha whines anxiously, struggling against the insistent pull even while the atmosphere is brimming with Thraggs spiced, warm and intoxicating scent. Mark blinks rapidly against the overwhelming aroma. “S-stop!” he croaks out, legs buckling.
A large hands settles over his chest, spanning the length of his pecs and collarbones easily. It startles Mark, but also ignites a sensation of heat low in his belly.
One swift push of that broad palm sends Mark tumbling down onto soft pillows, presumably atop Thraggs bed. As the smaller alpha fights to breath through his mouth and ignore the Viltrumites pheromones, warm light floods the room, setting an intimate ambience he fails to notice.
Mark could make out the towering, pristine walls, and the windows staring off into space. Or he would have, had he not been so focused on fruitlessly squirming away from Thraggs scent. He can taste the damn alpha in his lungs at this point.
As Mark tries to collect himself, Thragg remains a passive observer. It's a few seconds before he steps closer, so near to Mark it forces his thighs to spread around the Regents broad hips, just to accommodate the sheer size of him.
Thragg appears amused, but what's new? “You are endearing like this, pliable and disoriented beneath me, pup.”
Mark snarls pathetically at that, baring his inferior fangs as his shoulders draw inwards, on the defensive. He glares up at Thragg, finding it easier to hone his anger now that the Regents overwhelming scent has somewhat dissipated. “I'm not a fuckin’ pup.”
The Viltrumite hmphs, clearly pleased with his ability to irate Mark, but growing impatient.
“Boy, you're entire existence is a mere whisper compared to my own.” He points out, not unkind, but still somewhat testy. Thraggs dark eyes bore into the young alpha as he speaks, gaze lingering over every inch of skin he can see.
And Mark can't help but shiver under the intense observation, drawing in on himself just a little. He's not used to receiving this sort of attention, especially not from alphas. His sudden lapse into shyness is easy enough for the Viltrumite to notice.
Thragg cocks a brow, “There it is, even you biology betrays you, boy. It's obvious you require guidance. Maybe then, you will finally see there's truth to my words.." The alpha leans in, arms bracing on either side of Marks head.
Mark clenches his fists to resist deliving a useless punch. Thragg continues, much to his dismay. "But tell me, pup, what is it that you truly yearn for?” He questions, coaxing an response from Mark that he himself isn't sure how to answer.
So instead, ever the witty one; “Huh?” Mark furrows his brows, eyes downcast, unsure how to proceed.
What does he want? Like, out of life? Right now? From.. Thragg?
Thraggs ignores the fact that his question has gone unanswered, having noticed the genuine hesitance. “Do you wish to know what I think?” The alpha rumbles, raising a hand to slide his forefinger beneath Mark's chin, tilting his head back up.
“I think you're arguing for the sake of it. You're putting on a front for me, showing me how you ought to behave even though you fight yourself over it inside." His fingers trace over Marks cheeks, his nose and jaw. The young alpha holds his breath.
"Would you have preferred to run away, tail tucked between your legs, knowing that you failed to defeat me again?" His words cut deep enough that Mark hisses, trying to shake the hand from his face, but to no avail. Thragg easily keeps him pinned, dragging a thumb over Marks lips. "No, you wanted to see what I had to offer. What went through your head, I wonder. Did you assume I'd court you? Take you to bed and guide you with a gentle fuck?" Marks eyes fill with embarrassed tears, he hates how much that thought arouses him.
"After the way you've been eyeing me, yearning for my touch, drooling over the notion of having my knot inside you. Did you truly think I'd let you go without staking my claim?”
Mark's eyes are blown wide, a flush of hot shame staining his face while he shakes his head in desperate rejection, voice useless from the onslaught of arousal. It scares him, how easy it was for Thragg to talk about this.
The alpha emits a considering hum. Disbelieving of his feeble denial, but confident he'll break Mark in soon enough.
Swallowing a whine around his racing heart, Marks scent dampens at the disappointment and reprimand those dark eyes cast onto him. At his reaction, Thragg chuckles, but there's something bitter about it.
“You struggle to make decisions for yourself, so you wait until someone acts in a manner you dislike, then you puff your chest and snap those little fangs.” Thragg purrs roughly, leaning in so his breath brushes against Marks skin. He almost gasps at the contact.
Mark's throat clicks on a dry swallow. Thragg's eyes spark with unnerving delight as he travels the movement, his crows feet crinkling softly at the edges. The younger alpha has to forcibly ignore how handsome that expression looks on him.
Fuck.
“You’re soft, for an alpha.” The observation makes Mark bristle, panicked at being seen so clearly. His limbs go weak for it, insides tightening with heat, but even so Mark feels his alpha fuming, offended and angry at the unwanted exposure.
Thragg clearly thinks this is all highly amusing, or so the grin under his moustache indicates.
“I could bitch you, if you ask me.” As though discussing the weather, and not inquiring about completely altering Marks biology.
A sharp inhale catches in Marks throat, momentarily choking him. “W-What? Why, why would you even ask that!?” He manages to squeak out, red faced and mortified.
The Grand Regent tilts his head, considering and amused. “You heard me, boy. I could turn you into a good little omega, remove every responsibility off your shoulders indefinitely, make you what you were meant to become.” And oh, that makes Mark twitch painfully in his jeans. He bites back a whine and tries to duck his head. He won't admit it, but that sounds more appealing than it should.
Glancing up through wet eyes, Mark worries that Thragg will actually go through with it, despite him gritting out protests. The young alpha is way out of his depth, unsure of how to respond.
None of that stops him from being so incredibly hard, though. A pitched whine escapes him before Mark can bite it down, further embarrassing him and fortifying Thraggs own beliefs.
He doubles down on the need to cover his sweeter pheromones, feeling more exposed while they're present. Mark has always been vaguely uncomfortable with others smelling his particularly 'unalpha' like hormones, going so far as to wear scent patches and blockers. Its never really be an issue to hide, not before Thragg.
Now though? He can barely restrain himself! Its ridiculous and terrifying, yet still manages to turn him on. Mark decidedly does not want to show weakness before Thragg, especially something so dangerous and stupid and wrong. He's meant to be an alpha, powerful and dominating. If word ever got out that Mark was hungry for Thraggs knot, he would be humiliated and ridiculed.
There's an old saying Mark remembers hearing as a pup, ‘Alphas are strong, if you're a weak alpha, you're nothing.’ He’d been so scared of slipping up and exposing himself. It was a familiar feeling compared to present.
Thragg tilted his head at the return of ozone undertones, of stars burning up into charred rocks.
“Quite defensive. You like it, as does your alpha, yet you hesitate. Is there something you wish to share with the me, boy?” The Regent goads, voice rumbling like distant thunder.
Mark glares wettly, lips twitching into a grimace.
"I have nothing to say to you.” He spits, knowing he sounds like a child denying truthful accusation from their parent.
“That's a pity. But do you honestly believe you can hide anything from me?" Its been obvious from the start that Thragg knows more about Mark than what's considered 'acceptable', but hearing those words solidifies that the Viltrumite recognizes Mark is hiding something else.
The younger alpha appears more afraid now. His scent leaks through, something new and tangible, and so, so sweet. Thraggs chest expands around a deep inhale, lips curling.
“I will not tolerate anymore lies, be truthful.” His eyes glint darkly, and ominous warning and promise threaded together, and Mark starts to tremble, sweat beading across his hairline.
“Do you wish to roll over for me?”
Mark gapes at the Viltrumite, skin flushed and muscles tensing. That takes him off guard, but in all honesty Mark should've seen it coming.
Thragg can taste the anger on his tongue, electric and ashy. This little half breed is so damn intoxicating when he's distressed. But those sweet undertones are still persistent even under the bitter cover of rage. This boy doesn't realize his own power, of the possibilities his small body wields. Thragg could show him, teach him everything he needs.
So, he pushes. “Do you want to be my obedient, little omega?”
Mark's vision fades around the edges, while his limbs spring to life. The next thing he knows, Thragg is beneath him, smiling proudly as Mark straddles his chest. They're still on the bed, so all hes managed to do if flip their positions. That's still a deat in the eyes of many Viltrum.
The younger alpha snarls, but he falters when Thragg flashes his significantly larger canines back. The clear show of hesitation is all Thragg needs, and Mark abruptly feels his world tipping.
Before he can even blink, Mark's reverted back to lying flat on the sheets, yelping and cursing the Regent for overpowering him with ease. Mark's always had a strong reaction to headstrong alphas trying to assert dominance over him, but someone as undeniably powerful as Thragg makes resisting nearly impossible.
It only serves to fuel his anger.
Mark squirms and kicks out, desperate to gain any upper hand he can, while the Viltrumite effortlessly keeps him pinned. He manages to deliver a few (pointless) strikes to Thraggs chest, but his hands are grabbed swiftly. The large alpha grows impatient with his struggles then, and moves both of Mark's wrists to pin them over his head.
“You fight it, even when your body clearly craves me. Foolish, but that spark within you never ceases to amuse.” He remarks, smooth baritone washing over Mark like a gushing river.
Mark shivers, unwillingly, and snaps his teeth in retaliation.
Thragg all but coos.
“Such an enduring little bark, but I have yet to be impressed by your bite, pup.” Mark bristles at that, once again red faced with embarrassment. He tries to dig his teeth into Thraggs skin, to rip and chew on any exposed flesh, but the older alpha keeps him pinned at arms length. Mark doesn’t give up despite his failures, which amuses Thragg further.
”Good, omega, fight me. Will you break easy, or keep up this stubborn facade?” As he mocks, soft and low in Marks ear, the alpha move in to gnaw at the exposed skin of Marks neck, thoroughly enjoying the pheromones of the vulnerable alpha.
That's all it takes to render his limbs useless.
It frustrates Mark more than anything ever has, and clearly delights the Viltrumite. Thragg flashes a terribly satisfied smile, a soft growl rippling through his chest and vibrating against Mark. It almost feels like he’s purring.
The younger alpha has never felt so humiliated in his life, and it shows. His throat tightens as another whine threatens to escape, while his eyes burn wetly. It hurts; his throat is tight with emotion and only getting worse as he swallows down every noise he can.
A gasp is torn from him when he’s once again shoved against the soft blankets, this time by a firm grasp on his forearms.
A moment later, those hands shift to his shoulders, and Mark inadvertently pushes at Thraggs chest. He’s worn down, so it appears like Mark is pawing at his muscles than actually trying to shove him away. Panting, breaths mingling with Thraggs own while the Regent gazes down at his flushed figure. He watches Mark intently, and when the younger alpha twitches to attack, Thragg lunges for his neck.
The crushing fear of an alpha biting at his scent gland doesn’t linger for long before submission weakens his body, a survival instinct to ward off unwanted mating. It causes him to go limp under Thraggs teeth.
Small, fleeting chirps and whimpers echo around the room as large alpha fangs graze over sensitive flesh, reducing the smaller alpha to a puddle of hormones and sweet obedience, his scent screaming;
‘I give, I'm sorry, please, won’t do it again, please, alpha alpha alpha-’
Mark clenches his eyes shut, breath hitching in his throat as sobs get lodged in his chest. It doesn’t help that his cock is swollen and aching between his legs either. The world fades slightly, more hazy and dream-like as the dominating scent Thragg unleashes goes to Marks head.
A flurry of movement takes place around him, only slower and distorted, kind of fuzzy around the edges. Mark only starts to comprehend again when he feels something warm and wet on this thighs.
He can feel the remnant of fingertips bruising his skin, presumably from when Thragg undressed him in the throes of subspace. Mark belatedly realizes he's naked now, completely shucked of all the layers he'd been wearing. Frantically, the smaller alpha tries to sit up, even makes it halfway to his elbows, before Thragg places a large hand on his chest.
He's flipped onto his belly with a gasp, struggling against Thraggs ministrations despite the pheromones still affecting him.
The Viltrumite offers a soothing rumble while he nudges Marks thighs apart with his knee.
It’s only when his legs are forced apart that he feels a foreign sensation of wetness down there and— Oh. Oh shit, Mark blushes, eyes watering. Thragg had finger fucked him whilst he was under the blanket of hormones, defenceless to fight or try stop him.
Thst should terrify Mark, should bring him to tears and make him scream with anger.
But it doesn't.
Mark can't really do much of anything right now, other than whine and chirp against the sheets he’s pressed into. He wants to wriggle and scratch, bare his teeth at no one in particular, but he just doesn't have it in him. So instead, Mark wiggles his hips and tries clenching his thighs shut, if only to be served as a momentary hindrance.
“Settle yourself, pup. I will show you what you're so desperate for, all you must do is relax.” The voice purrs into his ear, oddly comforting while also ominous. Perhaps it's because Thragg hasn't actually hurt him yet.
Mark whines when the Regent guides himself between his cheeks, the tip of his cock nudging Marks slick rim. When the head finally catches and he pushes in, the younger alpha swears he blacks out from the sensation, because one moment he’s panting into high thread-count cotton and the next he’s wailing. Mark whimpers at the foreign feeling of being so full. Its scary, because he's not even sure if Thraggs in all the way.
“That’s it, pup. I know you desire to be claimed, why continue denying yourself?” Hot breath ghosts over the shell of his sensitive ear. Mark shudders when a nose nuzzles into his black hair.
All it ends up taking is one big, strong alpha giving him exactly what he wants, needs; and everything comes screaming down. Everything Mark has been hiding from himself and friends for years, due to the fear of harm, of social rejection and humiliation – all of it comes crashing down so easy thanks to Thraggs determination.
When his alpha finally submits, stops fighting and gives in, his scent changes. The rageous burning of ash and rain clears, revealing—
The Viltrumite pauses, the first sign of hesitance Mark has seen on him.
Suddenly, Thragg growls and noses at his mating gland, hunting down the new scent. Digging, nuzzling in so close Mark feels his insides clench and limbs tremble at the thought of Thragg bonding him.
Lemons and caramel, so sickly sweet permeate the air. Thragg inhales greedily, growling against Marks gland as he lavishes at the slightly swollen skin with a hunger. It's treatment Marks never had directed at him.
“There you are. My sweet little omega.” Licking and nipping gently at the young alpha’s mating gland, he feels disappointed at texture of sweaty skin. He wants so badly to digest the residue of bitter lemon drops staining his tongue.
Thragg rumbles in frustration, making the smaller alpha beneath him melt into submission. He can see Marks jaw trembling, lips parting around sharp, staggering breaths. He's afraid, but Thragg can still smell the strength of his arousal.
Hushing him, the Regent ran a large hand down his spine, taking notes of the shivers and goosebumps the simple gesture leaves behind. He gentle, slow, amd in no times Mark is fully relaxed beneath him.
His scent leaks through easier now, too.
Mark's dragged back to present by a new scent. It’s Thraggs– smelling of familiar sandalwood, snow thats been warmed by fire, and the distinct scent of a burning inferno, lik a plaet of lava. Its stronger now, with a hint of musk. The scents envelopes him, so Mark breathes in long and deep, letting himself be greedy for the first time that day.
His heavy breathing transforms into soft moans, deep and content as his previous anger is lulled into submission by the steady motion of sex. Thraggs lips twitch into a fond smile at the sight.
“You being a good boy now, finally happy to sit there and look pretty, sweet boy?” Mark can only whine softly at Thraggs baritone, sounds of desperation tumbling from his throat. Thragg croons, pleased at the state he's reduced Mark to.
“Such a pretty puppy when you submit to me. Your scent is so sweet, you should never have presented as an alpha.” Marks belly flutters at declaration, hips starting to hump the sheets below him before shifting back into Thraggs steady thrusts.
Mark mewls when Thragg wraps a large, cool hand around his red and sensitive cock, thumbing the slit with gentle precision while jerking up and down the swollen length, squeezing intermittently around the head and laughably small knot. Mark clutches onto silk sheets, sobbing wettly in response to the intense pleasure. He doesn’t want to escape this, not while he's drowning in sensations so good his whole body sings with it.
Mark whines at the satisfied chuckle Thragg emits. But he won't deny the pleasure this time, as it rocks through him– not while he actively chases it with stuttering ruts into Thraggs fist. The hand wrapped around him is stong, calloused, prompting a flurry of halfhearted, clumsy thrusts as Mark steadily penetrated from behind.
Mark starts to cry from the sheer pleasure that being fucked produces. His eyes and cheeks are wet, face hot and mouth wobbling around desperate whines.
He can’t decide if he prefers the thumb pressing into his slit, making his skin buzz and sing, or the cock buried deep inside him, scraping his walls with every thrust. Thraggs cock is curved, uppercutting his insides and gliding over everything inch it reaches. Bleatedly, Mark thinks Thragg might be looking for something. Before the younger alpha can focus too much on that, his prostate is nail.
And fuuuuck! Mark sobs, trembling all over. He definitely prefers Thraggs cock. His skin is buzzing and fingertips left numb from the onslaught of white hot pleasure.
Mark whimpers. “F-fuck, please!”
“Please what?” Thraggs chest pressed against his back rumbles, vibrating through him.
He whines again, feels lips brushing over his mating gland. “Please, more, I need— need more, more of- Ngh- please, fuck–”
Thragg concedes, his scent heady with satisfaction, and grabs at Marks hips. He hoists the younger up into an arch, causing his cock to bury deeper inside him. The Viltrumite lowers his head down, cheek to cheek with Mark.
“Next time, I’ll have you on your back so I may witness your expressions. I imagine they're as vulgar as your mouth.” He chuckles, Mark only being able to respond with a wail, shoving back onto Thraggs cock.
He was losing his mind at this point. The feeling of a powerful alpha power behind him, taking him, molding him and making a place for himself inside of Mark. Maybe he was made for this after all, made to dominate, to get utterly outclassed by a bigger, badder alpha, specifically the one behind him. He loves the pressure of being fucked into like a needy whore, yet talked to like he's special and understood.
Starting to shake his head at the assault on his senses, Marks stomach quickly grows slick with the precum dribbling out of his dick. He writhes, lower body sliding up and down the sheets while his head rocks side to side.
Thragg notices, coos, “What is it, little omega?”
“Too- Too right.” Mark rasps, words slurred.
“Sweet boy.” Thragg presses a kiss to his temple, nipping at his ear as the head of his cock milks Mark's prostate. The reaction is instantaneous.
“Ngh fuck- ahh! P-please, fffu-!”
Chest-to-back, Mark feels the amused chuckle reverberate through him. He feels a thick finger teasing at one of the black curls framing his face, and his heart does a stupid little lurch at the gesture. Something about it feels distinctly intimate. Even moreso than their current fucking.
Mark mentally trips over himself, trying his best to push thay thought away while appealing to the alpha breeding him. He could turn Mark into whatever he wanted, as long as he kept hitting that spot deep inside.
Something new arose in him them, stirring like the beginnings of a twister, so Mark grapples behind him weakly until Thragg understands and laces their fingers togehter. High pitched noises are being fucked out of him, he can't find the right words. His want. His need-
“Th-Thragg–”
“What, pup?”
“Ngh- Knot. Ahh, knot me, please..”
The lips pressed against Mark's throat curl, pleased.
“Oh I’ll knot you, sweet boy, fill you with my seed, fuck you full with my pups.” Thragg growls, hisnown desire clear as day. He wants this as much as Mark. “I will not let you go, ever.” It wasn’t just a desire fuelled statement, it was an assertion. A traditional alpha declaration of ownership.
“I’m-“ Mark stuttered, a little afraid, probably a little in love too, because he knew what was coming and it scared him.
“I’m gonna-“
Thragg's hand roams down and strokes the taut skin of his belly. Rubs over where omegan ovaries would be, as he fucks up into Mark's prostate.
Everything draws in, before it all floods out. Marks cries, his desperate words, his sweat, his cum. It happens all at once, overwhelming and intense. Mark thinks he may black out from the pleasure.
His poor, neglected cock spurts sticky ropes of cum onto the sheets below him, twitching and red, but his orgasm wasn’t done just yet.
The sensation is utterly strange at first, his little knot swelling, pulsing where its pressed against the bed. It eers on the side of pain, intense but so, so good.
“I ca- can't— ahh!"
Thragg hums above him, eyes twinkling with vicious delight. With pride, for being the first and only person capable of ruining Mark this way. He cradles Mark's limp body easily in his arms, turning him and showing off the adorable knot bobbing near Marks pelvis. He'd knotted without being surrounded by a fist or adequate stimulation.
“Sensitive, this useless little thing. It's unsurprising you've not had any pups, but I'm pleased to be the only knot you'll ever need.” Thragg purrs, hips still for the moment as Mark sucks in desperate pants. He's suprised his body isn't sore from all the arching and tensing he's done. Small blessings, as they say.
“Nngh- Fu-uck,"
"That's it, take it boy, you're my good little omega.” The Viltrumite growls through his teeth, mouthing at Marks sensitive gland, and the younger alpha moans for it, cock twitching. His body looms over Marks, covering him completely thanks to their size difference.
If Mark were an omega, he's certain that alone could make him slicker than oil.
Mark, albeit weaker now, rocks back onto Thragg's cock, his whole body swinging with each thrust as the Viltrumites resumes the same punishing pace.
“Yes- ahh, fuck, it's alot,” Mark chokes out, gasping wetly and twitching. He's a mess of cum, sweat and tears, no doubt soaking the sheets with all his combined fluids. Thragg doesn't seem to mind much as he soothes away Marks whimpers with a kiss.
The kiss lasts awhile before Marl breaks it, mewling;
“I-I wann'it.” He sobs, whines, overstimulated and sex drunk from the continued fucking. Marks head falls back, resting against his neck so he can catch a whiff of Thraggs delicious scent.
High pitched mewls and moans echo around the chambers, lewd when accompanied by the insistent slap of skin-on-skin. Mark shoves his face into the alpha’s mating gland, muffling the world around to inhale Thraggs scent directly from its source. An approving rumble vibrates against his side when he does so.
“Alpha” He whimpers, on the verge of delirium.
"There we go, baby." Thragg's purrs, black spots dancing in his vision while he thrusts hasten, sheathing himself deep into yielding heat again and again. He can't get enough of the wet velvet warmth engulfing his cock, and Mark too seems to enjoy the persistent rutting even after he's spent. Thragg revels in the sensation of a powerful alpha like Mark Grayson taking his knot all the way down to the root, and begging for more.
Marks moan is soft, overstimulated. Thragg feels his chest tighten ever so slightly at the sound.
The gasp of air Mark takes sounds inhuman, wet and devastated at the burning stretch inside him. It’s delicious, it’s nothing he’s ever felt before, he— “Ngh, fuuuck!“ Mark squeals, tumbling over the edge of another head spinning orgasm, clenching down hard on the knot swelling up inside his hole. Mark whines, voice breaking due to the constant abuse.
Thragg follows shortly after, shoving his cock down to the root before he tenses, hands clutching Mark so tightly that little bruises appear over his unblemished skin. Thragg finishes with a gruttle snarl, flooding Mark with molten heat. The younger alpha gasps wetly, feeling more full than he ever thought possible.
While floating on cloud nine, Mark whimpers when he remembers that the thick seed coating his insides won’t take, won't fill him with pups like Thragg wants. He sobs quietly, somewhat distraught by the realization, and as if reading those thoughts, Thragg tightens his fingers around Marks hips, his knot remaining sheathed to keep him bred and full.
When Mark floats down from his high, Thragg shift over and draws Mark into his arms, ensuring they stay tethered as he cradles the young alpha close. Flattening his tongue against Mark's scent gland, he laves, eager to taste post-bliss sweetness coating Marks pheromones. He could get drunk on this, Thragg thinks.
“Are you trying to eat my scent?” Mark whispers with an exhausted, teasing smile. Thragg's oddly relieved to see he's still a brat.
“It's a shame I cannot swallow your scent whole.” The happy rumbles resonate through Mark, now that he's pressed bodily against Thragg. The vaguely ticklish sensation making him squirm, but he settles when gentle fingers sweep through his sweaty black curls.
The action causes Mark to purr, thoroughly enjoying the affection after being fucked raw.
Theres a grin against his temple, where Thraggs kissing him, “Don't worry, pup. I'll ensure my seed takes next time.”
Mark growls, squeezing his arms around Thraggs torso as he mouths at the Regent mating gland, tasting the scents now fresh with orgasm.
He won't admit it (yet), but the idea of carrying Thraggs children settles something deep in his heart that he's never had the guts to linger on.