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      Published: 2018-02-24 Chapters: 1/? Words: 6544
****** In Pursuit of Destiny ******
by jane_way_2cool_4u
Summary
     When Spock finds his destined mate, they're both thrown into a mating
     frenzy, so when he wakes alone to learn what he did and that his mate
     is underage, he's rather surprised. Jim is confused as others try to
     separate them, but Spock works hard to reclaim his mate with clear
     heads each.
     It's just sex. Lots of sex. With plot about how they can have more
     sex. Also some world building because I love writing that shit.
Notes
     I never thought my first published fan fiction would be Alpha/Omega
     Spirk porn, but here we are.
     Also if I owned Star Trek, it would be hella Queer and actually
     progressive. So I don't, own it, that is, or its characters, etc.
     Please don't hate me.
See the end of the work for more notes
Spock did not enjoy going to the library. He always had to hunt as though
taking out a le-matya when locating any information, no one ever went there,
and it was the quietest place in ShiKahr save for the morgue. So he took a deep
breath and walked up the grand steps of the ShiKahr Public Library with his
head set high. He was here on a favor for his Sa-mehk to amend the family
records so they included the recent passing of his Sa-mehk-il, Skon, to natural
causes and old age. Well, that was what Spock was going to be saying, the fact
that his grandfather decided to not mate again after his wife died 5 years ago
and submit to death at the fires of Pon Farr was a great shame on the S’chn
T’gai Clan, so Spock would be lying. Considering that everyone had been lying
since his grandfather had “fallen ill” he was not particularly concerned and it
would be shameful to alter such a proud record of a warrior as his Sa-mehk-il’s
by tarnishing it with the death of a weak coward.
At the top of the stairs, Spock pulls open the door, and he's overwhelmed by a
barely there sent of Human Omega. He smirks, this visit just got significantly
more interesting.
So it's decided. He's putting his mission on hold to pursue the Omega. The
records will be there later, the Omega may not. The sent is on the books and
shelves around him as humans have more difficulty controlling their pheromones
and as Vulcans have a much better sense of smell, this Omega didn't even know
that they were omitting their sent, which is rather surprising. How does this
human live on Vulcan like this? Unless they've already been claimed, then Spock
may have to work harder to get in their panties.
Suddenly, the scent develops into something overwhelming, a male purebred Omega
with the sweetest most delicious scent he's ever experienced. Yup, it doesn't
matter if they're mated, Spock needed them even more now. There was no escape
for either of them. He followed the scent to it's more concentrated location
and heard a small moan from the help desk. Good, he thought, they need to be
affected by my purebred alpha pheromones as I'm affected by their scent.
From a distance he can see someone at the help desk likely speaking to the
Omega Spock is after, as such he speeds up and reaches the curved protruding
counter in an area not covered by cloudy glass and can see both sides of the
inside area of the desk, but cannot see his Omega. He growls and steps to the
ledge of the counter, pushing the submissive Klingon woman to the side, and
finally finds his prey.
His mate is bent over giving Spock a view that he will cherish forever, likely
in the form of jacking off to, but that's neither here nor there. This ass, oh
this ass is the kind great Vulcan poets of old would write odes to, it was pert
and round, each cheek was large enough that Spock was sure that his large hands
could barely contain them, and best of all, the thing that's driving Spock mad
by sight and by intoxicating scent, there was a patch of wet slick staining his
pants, showing Spock that his body was getting ready for him. Which is lucky
because even with the lube that his dick produces, sometimes his partners still
need some prep for his great length and width. But if this Omega is already
aroused enough to produce slick and moan as he was earlier, there’d be no need.
Spock can fist him later, another time.
If Spock was not wrapped up in this lusty haze, the point immediately before he
jumped over the counter would have been when he recognized that this was no
normal quest. Spock is suave, unless he's totally wasted, then he's just
grotesque in his pursuits. But he's smooth and just the right amount of
respectful about approaching potential bedmates, he does not acost them at work
without informing them and maintaining explicit consent about any form of
public sexual touching, and he does not plan on future encounters. They can be
nice, and do occasionally happen, and there is even a member of his squadron
that his mother refers to as his “fuck buddy”. So this, this is different. But
Spock didn't notice. He couldn't notice, not with how hard his dick was and how
much the studs on his penis were vibrating, preparing his own lubricant, and
not with his mate standing up and moaning, arching his back and presenting his
ass even more to Spock.
Once on the other side of the help desk, Spock growled and gripped his mate's
hips, bringing their bodies together perfectly. All of the valleys of his
mate's back were pressed up against Spock’s front and he nosed his mate's neck,
noting how bare it was of collar and marks, growling with a smile. His mate was
squirming and moaning in a slightly higher pitch than before, so while Spock
gripped the Omega’s hips harder, enough to leave marks he lessened his pressure
on the rest of his body, giving his mate the space to arch his back like he was
an archbow’s string.
“Ngghhh, n-n-no-oh-ooohhh”
His mate's ass just dumped a new flow of slick and Spock pulled them even
closer, the slick dampening his own pants. He could hear it dripping down his
mate's legs and down to the floor. His mate was moaning and knocked his head
down on Spock's shoulders giving him access to his neck and mating gland. Spock
gripped the Omega's hips digging his fingernails in and growled rutting his
hips into his mate's.
“Shouldn't, shouldn't, shouldn't”
His mate was shaking, moving with him, expelling more slick, and giving Spock
little breathy and high pitched, “uh”s.
So Spock pushed them up against the shelf in front of them with a long feminine
moan from his Omega and proceeded to rip off his clothes, pants and underwear
sticky and wet and squelching at his asshole with more and more intoxicating
slick pouring out.
“W-w-w-aaittt! Don't wanna, don't wanna. Ah! AH!”
Spock was licking his mating gland tasting where his Human's scent was made and
unfastened his own pants. He took out his cock and pressed it into his mate's
back. His nubs vibrated harder now in contact with his mate and began emitting
his aphrodisiac infused lubricant making his mate's begrudging moans turn into
excited shrieks. He enjoyed rubbing it up on his mate's body, especially where
his mate's slick dripped along his ass, mixing their lubricants.
“AH! AH! AH! Yes! Yes! Alpha, yes! Make me yours, claim me.”
Spock growled nipping at the skin surrounding his mate's gland and lined up his
cock to his Omega's flickering hole flowing with slick.
“Ung! Uh! Need you! Take me! Take me!!”
“If you insist,” Spock smirks into his mate's neck and slowly pushes in his
slicked up double ridged mushroom head into his mate's gaping hole, stretching
his rim to his desperate whining. His Omega is pushing back his delicious ass
that Spock is now kneading, thinking about all the things he wants to do to it,
spanking it, pounding it raw from this exotic golden bronze to a bright pink or
red, constantly leaking his cum and both of their lubricants, knotted, stuffed,
dangling from his cock, and always plugged filled with his cum, keeping his
mate well-bred, reaking of his scent and his claim, and always ready for him.
Mmmm, he'll have to collar this bitch, he thinks as he pushes in deeper, inch
by inch paving this channel as his own.
“Oh, yes, Alpha, yes! Claim me! Make me yours! Need you! Need you! Just your
slut! Take me, please take me Alpha!” His mate pushed back so that his cockhead
was now pushed into his mate's prostate. Spock was pleased that his mate's
prostate was so far back, proving his purebred status only allowing an Alpha
cock to pleasure him. Spock also noticed that several inches of his dick were
outside his mate's hole, which he realized with a pleased snarl that he would
be able to pleasure his mate by stimulating his prostate and he would only be
fully sheathed by pounding into his womb.
His mate's walls quivered around him as he shook and called out into the
library with fever, clearly climaxing to anyone within the large library
stacks, not to mention smell his delicious squirt. Like a Vulcan female the
male Omega would ejaculate with a powerful orgasm, but they could not make
life-giving seed like an Alpha. Without balls and with the penis only there for
urinating and mild sexual pleasure, the male Omega was Spock's favorite
fucktoy. So he pushed inside further and against his mate's breeding hole,
right next to his prostate.
“Ngh, don't. Not there, not there. No baby. No. No breeding.” The Omega
whispered from his orgasmic haze. But Spock began lightly thrusting against it
and his mate was flowing with slick again, having their bodies make a
squelching sound and he moved even so slightly as he was. Spock couldn't wait
to know what pounding him would sound like. So he started to thrust, but his
mate's cervix wouldn't open for him. It was bouncy and fleshy, and while his
mate was crying and moaning with pleasure from Spock grazing his prostate and
the movement on his rim, Spock much preferred the feeling of the cervix on his
cockhead, even though something wasn't quite right. He knew he needed to get
inside, have his mate's womb surrounding him, squeezing him, pounding its walls
and finally knotting his mate, fully seated inside him and filling him with his
seed.
“Please Alpha, please. Just wanna be your slut. Mate me, fuck me, claim me, but
no baby. Not ready. So young, Alpha. Just wanna be your slut, your whore. Wait
to be your breeder. Wait, Alpha, please. Just wanna be your slut! Just your
slut Alpha! Just your slut!
So he thrust harder, picking up his mate's legs, hooking them under his knees,
stretching him wide and sinking his teeth deep into his mating gland. With his
mate flopping about and yelling in pleasure, Spock was pressing him into the
shelf hard, his thrusting knocking over some padds and books and other items
and unsettling some of the shelves themselves. While the cervix was only
slightly quaking, Spock couldn't tell if it was because of the mating claim or
that his mate was coming again. So seeing as none of Spock's hard work was
paying off and their place of mating was falling apart, Spock quickly made sure
he had all of his mate's weight and turned them around, placing his mate's
upper body on the help desk counter and his lower body dangling off. He finally
takes his teeth out of his mate's gland and continues to ram into him, gripping
his hips once more keeping him in place so the only variable is where and how
Spock us hitting his cervix. His mate is clearly highly aroused, calling out
unintelligibly and attempting to arch his back and present the rest of his neck
to him. Spock is pleased and bites and nips and sucks all that has been
offered. Their fucking sounds nearly as good as Spock thought it would be, loud
and squelching and slapping flesh with slick dripping to the floor. The counter
is shaking, items falling over as his mate tries to find purchase holding onto
something while drooling all over the padds and flyers on the desk. Spock can
hear that his mate's tongue must be feeling thick and heavy with the difficulty
he's having making words. All of these are good sounds. Spock just needs all of
his dick to be in his Omega, his Omega begging to anyone who will hear to be
breed. So Spock lets go of his mate's neck and stands to from his frankly
uncomfortable position and fuck his mate harder than before. His cervix has
been quivering, Spock can tell it's getting ready to break for him. He can also
tell by this he's going to be breaking into a virgin womb, which gives him
great pleasure.
“Agh, gah, ahhgn, ah! Your slut, Alpha! Gah guh ugh, Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!
Alpha! Ahhhrghhhhaaahh! Ah! Ah! Alpha! Yours! Alpha please! Ah! Ah! Your slut!
Please Alpha! Fuck me! Fuck me-ee-eee!”
He's almost there, he's almost there. The cervix is flickering, Spock is
pounding harder and harder, getting his mate to scream, to cum, to writhe
beneath him, to clutch the edges of the clouded glass on the help desk counter,
to put on a show for the crowd that Spock just realized had gathered throughout
their fucking, but most importantly, getting his breeding hole ready for him.
“Ah, yes! Alpha, yes! Fuck your little slut, Alpha! Fuck your whore! Fuck me!
Own me Alpha!”
Even though he was sure his mate must be out of it right now as humans have
much more sexual modesty that Vulcans and he would never act in such a way in
front of this crowd, Spock thought that it seemed as though his mate was
performing for them. Making sure they knew that he was Spock's, that this was a
consensual, pleasurable public claiming of a human male Omega. And the crowd
was getting into it. Spock could smell the arousal that was present, he could
hear, smell and see the predominantly Vulcan gathering drinking them in and
masturbating. They were touching their dicks, their clits, fingering their
nipples and sucking and licking their fingers. Some were making out or
fingering their partners, most were just observing and whispering words of
encouragement, as was to be expected. Public claimings are normal on Vulcan,
aside from Pon Farr, there were usually public claimings at least twice a week
in ShiKahr. Spock had seen many, has even been a part of a few (mainly just him
and T’Pring’s sparring sessions during training getting a bit too overheated--
the others were just fucking, mostly strangers, for fun) but the worst ones
were always his parents or other sundry older family members. Observers do not
engage, primarily because it's usually a dominant partner reasserting their
dominance to their submissive or reassurance of whatever needed to be reassured
between partners and it was considered shameful and dishonorable to disrupt a
public claiming or record it in any way without the consent of the parties
engaged, excluding for the public records. There was a section of the public
records dedicated to public claimings as they were public after all and people
deserve access to the bare bones information of who is fucking whom.
Spock was highly aroused by the fact that his first claiming of his mate would
be in the records, with all of these witnesses to his virility while he
jackhammered into his bitch in heat if a mate, shaking the counter and shelves
beneath them. Spock pulls on his mate's hair to make him arch so deeply that
his ass looks like heaven and Spock can see his face. He stumbles momentarily
in his thrusts when finally taking in the appearance of his mate. He has golden
blonde hair sticking to his face with sweat and blue eyes a shade of which
Spock has never seen before glazed over with lust and pleasure but pleased to
see Spock. His pink lips are plump and soaked with saliva with his tongue
falling out panting like the bitch he is and Spock can't wait to knot his mouth
later. He can see the bites he left earlier, purple and red and showing he's
his. Spock is extremely pleased by his incredibly exotic mate and bites the
round curve of his ear with a growl while moving the other hand on his mate's
ass to play with his newly exposed nipple.
“Aggghh! Ah! Alpha! Yes! Ahh! Ah!”
His Omega is now trying to meet his thrusts without one of Spock's hands on his
ass clearly trying to chase another orgasm with the way his body is tensing and
lightly quaking, but Spock growls in frustration as his mate is trying to alter
the positions of his head-on thrusting from his mate's cervix to his prostate.
Spock growls more and pinches his mate's nipple harder as he takes his mate's
knees and bends them up to the countertop so he can fuck into him with his mate
on all fours. With that, his mate ceased his movements having learned his
lesson but continued his general wiggling and whining at Spock's pounding and
twisting of both his nipples now. Satisfied in his mate's body's submissivity,
Spock pulls up from his mate's ear and enjoys the view once more of his ass
jiggling like ripples on the water when one goes running through. Their sex
sounds like it too, come to think of it, the splashing of water in quick
succession, which makes sense to Spock given how much liquid each of them are
producing. His mate's ass is pink and red from Spock's thrusts and it spurs him
on, exciting him that he can feel his mate's cervix finally finally opening up.
It can't be long now. He looks up at the crowd again, all hot and bothered,
their speeds mostly matching his, moaning less quietly now thinking they'll be
almost done, but they don't know what Spock knows. That he could go for hours.
That his refractory period is self imposed as all purebred Alphas and he will
not be done with this ass for some time. There's even a threesome on a table
beyond the first set of stacks. Spock thinks he'll have to knot his mate there
later. There are more faces than he remembers. And that table is by the doors.
Is this more public than he thought? Spock is slightly worried for his mate,
thinking their pheromones of a purebred claiming caused a racus. Will his place
of work be filled with challengers in the future? Spock fucks him a little bit
harder looking dangerously at the crowd and growling. This beautiful human is
his, no one shall challenge him.
One more strong determined thrust and his mate's womb is his. As his Omega
screams out loud enough to wake Skon as though from a temporary slumber and his
body spasms with pleasure his orgasm having been caught, his ass squirts with
slick and small penis with his imitation cum. Spock roars with pride in his
abilities to make his mate submit and clambers onto the counter, kneeling
behind his Omega to fuck into him and mount him like a sehlat. His pace is even
harder than before finally getting all of his cock inside his mate he roars
again feeling his mate's womb squeeze him in like a vice finally soothing his
needs, he just needs to have his thick cum in his mate soon.
His mate slumps his shoulders down, presenting himself without need for
encouragement after recovering from his spasms and still clutching at the glass
as hard as he can. “AggHHHHH! AH! AH! AHH! YES, ALPHA, YES! FUCK ME! Fuck me so
good! So deep! In my sacred hole! Boldly going where no man has gone before!
Claim it, make it yours, Alpha! Yes, Alpha, yes! Been so empty without you! In
my breeding hole, fuck me so good! Breed me so deep! You're so good to your
little slut! Your little whore wants your cum so bad. Wanna have your seed
inside me. Have I earned it? Do I get your knot? Please Alpha, please, I need
to be bred. I'm your little breeding bitch. I need you, need your cum, need
your knot! Ugh! UH! UH! Fuck me! Breed me! Own me! Use me! Breed me! BREED ME!
BREED ME!!”
His mate's words excited him, pounding him as hard as he could, owning his
body, molding it for him and him alone, he parted his mate's full cheeks so he
could see where his cock would go from all but his head showing to fully inside
his mate at a speed that only he, as Vulcan could recognize. All of himself was
filled with pride for how well he dominated his mate's body, how the first time
he bred his mate would be in the public records and for his mate, submitting to
him so well, for being such a good Omega, and for being made and remade for
him.
Spock’s mental shields begin to falter and he notices he's beginning to pick up
on thoughts around him, pleased that everyone knows he's fucking his mate good
and deep, that he's strong and virile, the paragon of Vulcan and an ideal mate.
He picks up that his mate is taking it so good, that he's so delicious and
entrancing, that he always needs to be stuffed with thick Vulcan cock if he
needs to get bred this bad. Spock also picks up a stray thought about holding
down his mate which makes him pur, so he grabs his Omega's wrists and pin them
with his right hand as though his mate were bowing down, arms stretched out, as
he places his left hand at the small of his mate's back pressing his front into
the counter, making his arch more pronounced and presenting his juicy ass
better as it shakes with the incredible speed of the pounding it's receiving.
As the cries of his mate that he so enjoyed are muffled in the position, Spock
opens up his mind in the direction of his mate.
lust/need/desperation is what he picks up first, so Spock pushes a little
deeper and finds need to be bred/need cock so bad/need Master's cock/Master's
in me so deep/hope he gives it to me/hope Mr. Alpha needs me/hope Mr. Alpha
keeps me/need to be kept/need to be fucked/need to be bred/just wanna be
Master's little slut/Master's whore/gotta have his cock in me/he's going so
fast/I can't take it/I can't take it/I need it/need this forever/put a baby in
me Master/keep me bred Master/hope he lets me call him Master/need his collar/
I like his smell/bet his cum smells better/he's in your sacred hole/making it
his/breeding you deep/just like a good Alpha/strong Alpha/make me feel so good
Alpha/love Mr. Alpha/love Master/treats me so good/gonna drop an egg for Master
and Master's gonna breed me/Master's gotta breed me/need to be bred/need Master
to breed me/need Master foreverSpock tried to soothe his Omega's concerns,
showing him that their needs are the same, promising to fulfill his mate in
every way.
With the help desk counter rocking and their bodies moving so fast, with so
much passion, both driven towards the same need, Spock now realizes there's
only one thing he needs to do before breeding his Omega deep. He removes the
hand from the small of his mate's back and commands him to keep it in place
through their skin contact. Placing his fingers in position for a meld, Spock
is immediately drawn into his mate's mind.
With a flash of blinding euphoria, Spock finds himself moving from muscle
memory to the parts of the human brain where they are compatible for a bond as
he learned from his mother's mind, examining their parental bond when he was a
child cultivating his telepathic abilities. Caressing them and molding them to
his needs much more easily than his mate's breeding channel, Spock begins to
weave their bond together. Their minds together create a golden thread that
comes to Spock with such ease he finds himself simply as a conduit for their
minds to join. He cannot understand why it is growing brighter, studier, and
stronger than his parents’ or grandparents’ bonds. Stronger than any mating
bond he's ever known. It completes itself so skillfully and elegantly than
Spock is reminded of his brother's work and--
 
He's on Terra, a child, in a place called Iowa. No father, mother gone, both
Omegas, older brother adopted. Sent to live with Step-father, beta. Hates Jim.
Hates Omegas. Sam is okay. He's beta. School is boring, it's slow,
unchallenging. Frank beats him. Sam ignores him. Sam leaves. Jim is alone, so
alone. Frank beats him more. At school he gets picked on. He presents Omega,
making it official. Frank tries to get him, he plays with him a little, with
his hands and mouth. Jim doesn't want it. He doesn't want it so bad. He tries
to stop him. He tries. He gets away. He runs. He runs and runs and takes his
father's car. He drives as far away as he can. Tries to drive it off a cliff.
Almost does. Wants to. Wants to die. But he jumps anyway. Police find him,
almost hurt him, almost take him, he's still in heat. But give him medicine.
Take him away from Frank. Mom sends him to Aunt and her wife on Taurus IV
colony. It's good. They're kind, caring, feed him, clothe him, the school there
challenges him. He feels good. He has friends. He has a family. He's starting
to like himself. Like life. There's an enby he likes at school. Gonna ask them
to the harvest dance. But the harvest doesn't come. Everything is pain. His
Aunts shot, dying before him, running from the town center into the woods.
Running. Running. Kirks are always running. He hasn't eaten well for a few
weeks. Now there's no food. He's starving. He's scared of the guards. What
they'd do to him. He knows some give them their bodies for food. He can't. He
can't. They might not give it back. He's Omega. He can't make any more friends.
All the ones from town are dead. He found some in the woods. Kodos. Hurting.
Pain. Touching special places that he shouldn't touch. Running. Running.
Running. Hiding. Hiding till death comes. Help comes first. Hospital too
bright. Health providers too cheary. Or too serious. Or too sad. Treat him too
gentle. But he doesn't like it when they treat him too hard either. Mom calls.
They send him to a school for people like him. People hurting. He makes
friends. He does well. He gets better. He'll always be getting better. He
learns about his body. About Omega. Makes sense now. Finally. He likes
literature. Theatre. He likes old books. He likes exploration, excitement. But
he wants it in a safe place. He finishes normal schooling really young. Starts
university early. Goes to Andoria. Studies literature. Looking for internships
on other planets to finish his degree. Goes to Vulcan. ShiKahr needs research
help. Hard at first. He's human. He's Omega. Weak. Needs more sleep.
Distracting to others. Does well though. Finishes degree and stays. Works
research and at library. He likes interacting with the people. Today, he worked
with lovely Klingon woman. Had collar and elegant ridges peeking out of
traditional Vulcan headscarf. Finding books for mate's child. Now her child
too. And then that scent. He gives a little moan. He's embarrassed. Turns
around. Looks for the right padd. Can't concentrate. Purebred Alpha. He's never
smelled before. So good. Getting closer. He wants them. He wants them so bad.
He doesn't want to want. He's never given his body to anyone. Doesn't know if
he can. Was always taking medicine for heats. His body's helping with giving
himself though. He can feel it. He's getting wet. His hole is opening up. The
scent is closer. It's like he can feel it. He needs it. He moans again.
 
Spock's taken back from the depths of his mate's mind. Jim. From Jim's mind.
James Tiberius Kirk. His mate. His Omega. His bondmate. He instantly knows that
Jim got the same treatment from his mind and is drawn into the still oppressive
need to mate and breed in the heat of their minds. He can tell their bodies are
being pushed to their limits, Jim's to keep the position his mate needs him to,
to not wiggle or move with Spock, and holding off his orgasm until his mate
says he can--Spock to drive his cock into his mate's open and desiring body as
fast, as hard, and as deep as he can even with the counter shaking with them
and his own body straining against the clothes he never took off. At this
realization he's smug and pleased at his show of dominance and control over his
mate.
Yes Master, just your fucktoy. Just your whore. Wanna get bred. Will you breed
me?
As much as I will always enjoy your begging, there is no need to doubt. Our
desires are the same. You are mine. In every way.
Jim's body quakes beneath him and he releases a little moan. Spock can feel his
heat and desire in his mind. He growls. Spock puts a lock on Jim's pleasure
center so he doesn't have to work so hard holding off his orgasm. Spock likes
this control over his mate. Jim likes having this control taken from him by his
mate. They are so overcome with desire and possession and the need to possess
that Spock is not surprised when he feels his own body shaking, mounting with
desire, orgasm around the corner. He shares with his mate the feeling of
pounding the back of his womb, how tight and inviting, how velvety, squishy his
body is. How his breeding channel was so difficult to breach but how well it
sucks him in, knowing how well it will take his cum. He also shares how smug
and proud he is and how pleasurable he finds it that no one else has ever known
Jim's body like this and that Jim's body will never know anyone else's. Jim
shares his elation that no one else will know his body. He shares how safe he
feels in Spock's arms, even if they're holding him down, up, or kneading his
ass. Spock will protect him, he'll care for him. He shares that he's glad that
Spock has had so much experience, so that he knows what to do with his body, so
he can pleasure him like this. He shares how divine it feels having his cock
ram in and out of him, reaching the back of his holy ground every time. He
shares that stray thought he had about never recognizing another deity again,
it was just his Master and his Master's cock from now on for him. He shares
that he doesn't know why his young virgin channel wouldn't open up for his
mate, and he apologizes for not wanting it to open up before. He didn't know it
would feel this good having his mate so deep inside him, filling him up, making
him feel like a pig on a spit with the speed and strength that his mate fucked
him. He shares how nice the studs on his mate's cock are pulsing in his ass
constantly, massaging his prostate, giving him pleasure he never knew. He
shares that. How he was never able to reach his prostate with anything, it was
so far up. The only pleasure he's ever known was arousal from stroking his cock
and fingering himself. He's never know orgasm except on Spock's cock. It's all
he'll ever know.
And like that, with that information, as Spock is still thrusting with all his
might, Spock is coming into his mate with a roar. Jim cries out beneath him,
squirming with delight, and Spock's cock base is growing to lock him in his
mate's depths. He can feel his mate's pleasure to finally bring his Master to
climax and his enjoyment of the knot at his hole, the slow buzzing of the studs
in his channel and on his prostate, but best of all, his womb milking in the
cum he has given him. His mate is still coming and him Jim thinks it's a lot,
but he's been at public matings. He knows by now that Vulcans have some of the
thickest cum and the largest loads known to the Federation. The feeling of his
mate's orgasm in his mind would have put him out of commission for a while if
he was able to cum and he's a little scared now of what his orgasm is going to
be like.
Spock is biting Jim's already broken mating gland allowing himself to bask in
the pleasure of finally knotting his mate. He's hoping that it will take and he
can feel his mate hopes so too. He growls at his mate's feelings of fears of
coming so he hoists him up on his knees in front of their audience. He's still
growling and nipping at Jim's gland but he moves his hands to tweak one of his
Omega's nipples and the other to his hair so the crowd can get a good view of
what will hopefully be the first best orgasm of his mate's life. If he's going
to pass out that is. And he probably will. Growling and looking at the members
of the crowd and rocking his hips again at a leisurely speed, he presents his
mate to the crowd, challenging them to doubt his claim. Watching his Omega fall
to pieces on his cock for the last time, the crowd is hungrier, more lost than
when Spock last cared to look. There's more groups of outright sex, which is
unusual for public claimings. Public orgies are uncommon on Vulcan. Not unheard
of, nor rare, just not common. Most everyone is at least partially disrobed.
And it definitely is a crowd now. People are stuffed in the rows of stacks,
people are looking on from the second and a few from the third floor balconies,
people are still coming in from the streets. They are all loud now, to each
other and to Jim and Spock. This Spock has never seen before, at least not
inside a building. Outside, and during Pon Farr ceremonies, Vulcans are more
wild. Spock can hear what they want, both what they're calling out and what
they're saying in their minds. He may like some of it, like picking up his mate
right now and carrying him through the streets all the way to the building of
Vulcan High Council to legally claim him as his mate, fucking him, bouncing him
on his cock the entire way only to stop at the top of the steps of the High
Council, turning around, and fucking him for all the city to see. He'll keep
that in mind for later, although it would be quite a statement.
Instead he listens to what his mate wants. To get fucked here, in front of all
these people, with his mate holding him, on his mate's knot so his cum doesn't
go anywhere but his womb, till he cums himself. So Spock picks up his pace.
There isn't much space to move, but Jim likes how a few rows of still vibrating
studs graze his prostate and move into his womb. He likes the feeling of his
mate's cock moving inside him, still pulsing with cum for him, and moving it
around inside him. He likes his mate's balls bouncing against his taint and
ass. He likes his mate showing him off and he likes being at his mercy. So
Spock fucks him harder and he screams at that deliciously feminine and high
pitched voice.
“Ahhh! AH! Master! MASTER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! YES! YES! YES! MASTER
PLEASE LET ME CUM MASTER PLEASE! Have I earned it? MASTER PLEASE I NEED IT!
UGH, MASTER YES! YOU BREED ME SO DEEP SO HARD SO GOOD SO GOOD SO GOOD. PLEASE
LET YOUR LITTLE SLUT CUM. IT'S ALL HE WANTS. YOUR COCK IS SO GOOD. SO GOOD TO
ME. YES MASTER YES! AH! AH! AH! FUCK ME MASTER! I'M YOURS! I'M ALL YOURS!
MASTER BREEDS ME SO GOOD! MASTER GONNA KEEP ME BRED! KEEP ME ON YOUR COCK
FOREVER! THIS HOLE IS YOURS! BREED ME! BREED ME GOOD! OH! OH! AH! MASTER YES!!!
YES!!! YES!!! AHHHHH!!!!”
Jim's body was shaking the whole time getting ready to orgasm and Spock didn't
know why he wasn't, why he was holding back for him, until he recalled the
block he put in Jim's mind. He immediately removed it, breaking their meld and
Jim's entire body spasmed harder than ever before, eyes rolling back into his
head and all his sex babble turned into unintelligible noises as his mouth was
somehow too small for his tongue again. Spock fucked him through his orgasm,
finally finishing up in his own cum release, and he made to catch his mate's
squirt to make sure no one else in the crowd would. At the end of his mate's
most intense spasms, he squirt and Spock caught it all on his hand and brought
it up to Jim's face for him to lick. He did so sloppily as he had little
control of his body's movements, but it was good for Spock, achieving a light
orgasm and cumming just a little more in his mate's glorious breeding hole.
Jim's body slowed and he quieted his moans and whines so Spock was not
surprised when he slumped into him. Spock was caressing his mate's body all
over, nosing at his hair, enjoying his scent and purring in contentment. He
just needed to find a good place for them to lie while he waited for his new
mate to resurface. He decided on the side of the help desk where he first found
his mate would be best so as to keep challengers away but there wasn't much
other than the tile floor and his mate's tattered clothes. Spock turned around
with his mate still on his knot and brought his ass to the edge of the counter
so he could clamber back down without hurting his mate. Looking around at the
shelves they had shaken up, Spock couldn't find anything to lie his mate on so
he curled in against one of the shelves facing away from their audience and
settled himself and his mate in. He continued to purr, coming down from the
high of the best fuck of his life, but still filled with smug pride for giving
the first fuck and orgasms of his mate's life. It's only when he starts to hear
the sounds of the crowd dissipating along with some congratulations and thanks
that he begins to feel sleepy. He and his new mate will be fine. This is the
most exciting thing that has ever happened in the library. He snorts. To think
how much I didn't want to go today, was the last thing Spock thought before he
purred himself to sleep, pulling his mate in close enjoying the feel of their
bond and his hard cock still deep inside him.
End Notes
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