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The first time Eclipse sees you, he’s had a long fucking week. Wetwork is long, dangerous, and draining, even for someone as skilled as he is. After finally coming off the job, he had been looking forward to picking up some food, going home, and finally getting time to relax in peace.
He didn’t have to turn left and meander down the street, attention piqued by the latest ‘omega rights’ protest. He could have gone straight home. He could have ignored it as silly nonsense. Sad, pathetic creatures trying to fight the natural order. Misguided, he always thought they were.
But there, in the middle of the protest, was you.
He sees you as if his body is beyond his control. His eyes can’t seem to leave you, tracing the too-skinny lines of your body. Something about your face, maybe, or the haggard way you move- it seizes him, grips his instincts tight. They purr in his chest, that’s my mate. His claws flex, itching to grab you and drag you under his wings. He wants to take you away from this place, show you that you’re his.
He raises his phone without thinking, takes a picture. He can’t go to you now, not when you’re so mired in the confusing mess of the false ideas of this movement- you’ll only run and fight.
Eclipse knows all too well that if you cage a desperate beast, it will always fight for its freedom. But if you coax it, give it food and shelter and affection, give it a reason to stay… it will enter the cage and shut the door behind itself.
So as much as he wants to stay there, wants to bask in your presence, wants to approach you… he can’t. He’ll need to be careful about this. He’ll have to track you down and give you a reason to approach him. It’s one last, long look at you- and then he turns away, heading home.
With Eclipse’s connections, it doesn’t take long to track you down from the photo he took. He finds your tiny shoebox apartment, the only thing available to a broke, unmated omega. He finds your string of jobs, all fired or quit after less than six months. He finds your contact information, your social media accounts, your empty bank account, your bills piling up.
It all paints a picture of the same thing- a struggling omega going against the grain of society and being rightfully punished for it. He almost feels bad for you- but maybe, if you weren’t throwing such a fuss about your place in the world, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Poor, silly omega.
One favor called in gets him what he needs in order to cast his net. Every day, you send out dozens of desperate applications to jobs that you never hear back from, fired just three days ago from your most recent position.
Well, this will be a job that you keep- or, rather, a job that keeps you.
—
The email arrives in your inbox on a Thursday morning. Your breakfast is a miserable few slices of toast with peanut butter on them, standing in the corner of your apartment that passes for a kitchen. Your final paycheck from your latest job was Monday and it was a measly two hundred dollars, so you’ll have to tighten the belt until you can get hired again.
Eating over the kitchen sink to make less of a mess, you open the email. You’re expecting a rejection notice, though most places don’t even give you the courtesy of that, just ghosting you after the application is sent in.
Instead of the polite thanks for applying but you’re not what we’re looking for that you’ve gotten used to, this email is thanks for applying, I’d like to meet with you for an interview. 2 PM on Friday at Express Cafe.
Your heart skips a beat. An interview, already? Usually it takes you at least a week and a half before you get a response! You have to open the link for the listing to remind yourself what this application was for, apparently you applied to be a personal assistant?
Well, you’ve never been a PA before but you sure as hell can learn. You shoot off a quick confirmation that you’ll be there, then go to scramble up some quarters so you can do emergency laundry.
If you make a good enough impression, maybe you can start work again on Monday. The rest of the day is doing searches on what the hell a PA does, which seems to boil down to ‘whatever the person who hired you wants you to do’. From what you can see, it’s things like paperwork, organizing, and coffee runs.
Well, you can definitely do all three of those things!
By the time your interview rolls around, you’re more than a little anxious. It’s manageable, though! You dress as smartly as you can- black pants are black pants, even if you got them for your retail jobs- and arrive fifteen minutes early to the cafe just to be safe. You spend a few minutes worrying about your drink before deciding to get iced tea just to be safe, then have a seat and try not to fidget.
When the barista calls your name, you stand up to get your drink. Someone else is already there at the counter, and you try not to stare- because, well, it’s a mothman. They’re not the most common of monsters, especially around here, so you can’t help but feel your interest pique- especially when he turns and looks directly at you with a smile.
He says your name. Says he’s here to interview you, handing you your drink, and you squeak.
“I’m Eclipse,” he says, offering you his hand and meeting your eyes squarely. This close, your knees feel a little weak- he’s an alpha. A strong one. You take his hand and shake his hand, thankful that he doesn’t seem interested in any bullshit posturing that alphas usually like to do when meeting omegas. There’s no obvious sniffing for your scent or squeezing your hand too tight or bringing your wrist to his nose. Just a firm, steady handshake.
“Come, let’s sit,” he says, letting go of your hand and leading you to a booth. You both settle in, him relaxed and you tense, and he picks up his coffee. “Let me get a few things out of the way. I need an assistant who can handle a bit of strictness. My work keeps me busy, so I can’t manage a lot of my day-to-day life. As my assistant, you would be doing a lot of so-called household tasks. Laundry. Dry cleaning. Answering my phone. Running errands. That sort of thing. I’ll pay you well for it, you can be sure of that, but I don’t like alphas in my space. You have to be an omega with a scent I can tolerate and you have to follow my rules in my home.”
You listen to his words as he bluntly breaks down the job ahead of you, but somehow his up-front manner is… reassuring. You’ve had bosses that wanted to sleep with you. They were all charming smiles and caressing touches to your wrists and neck. Eclipse is looking you in the eyes and reciting things manner-of-fact, like you being an omega is secondary to him.
“That means I need to sample your scent.” His gaze is light, but steady. “I can’t continue with this interview if that’s not possible.”
You bite your lip, anxiety flickering in your chest. “Just sample?” You ask. He nods.
“Purely as a formality,” he says. You fidget with your cup for a moment, then nod. You really need this job.
“…okay.” You offer your wrist to him and he cups the back of it in one hand. Cradling, not grabbing, and that relaxes you as this stranger brings your wrist to his nose. He sniffs a couple of times, breath hot against your skin.
“You’re acceptable,” he says, lowering your wrist and taking his hand back. “I can live with your scent in my home. Let’s talk salary.”
As you sit with Eclipse, a loose, fluttery feeling starts to grow in your chest. It feels like hope. Maybe, if you can land this job that has an actual, decent salary, your life can finally start to improve.
There’s no way for you to know just how dangerous of a situation you’re walking into. Eclipse hides himself well, carefully curtailing all instincts that could even hint at his desire to throw you over his shoulder and carry you home. When he thanks you for your time at the end of the interview, he shakes your hand and you smile brightly at him, unaware of the hunger burning in his gut.
He says he’ll be in touch. He just has two other interviews to get through- but, he adds, you’re a very promising candidate.
His words make you glow with excitement the whole way home.
—
Three days later, you have the job. You start the following morning, so on the first day you carefully pick out your most professional outfit, give yourself a thorough shower to remove any odd scents from your body, and drive to Eclipse’s home. Every impression you’ve had of him is a professional- if somewhat odd and extremely private- monster, and his home only further drives this in. He lives in the middle of nowhere, in a fancy-looking cabin in the woods.
He’s out on his front porch when you arrive, relaxed and sipping coffee. He greets you with a nod.
“Good morning, sir,” you say to him as you lock your car and tuck your keys away in your pocket.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he says. “Before we go inside, I feel I have to remind you that I have rules you need to follow when in my home. As long as you follow them, you’ll be just fine.”
“I can follow rules,” you agree and he gives you a grin, standing up.
“Good. Come in. Shoes off- always. If you track mud, you’re fired.”
You toe your shoes off and line them up neatly along the wall of his mudroom as he points at a garment bag hanging on the wall.
“Clothes carry scents. I can’t stand most laundry soaps out there. Wear whatever you want to work, but when you get here you’ll change into the outfit in the bag until your duties are done for the day. Leave your current clothes in the bag until the end of day.”
You glance at Eclipse, then nod. So long as he isn’t, like, a giant pervert putting you in a maid outfit, you can probably wear whatever he wants you to wear.
“Go ahead and change now. I’ll step out and you can knock when you’re done.” He exits the mud room, shutting the inner door to the rest of the house behind him. For a moment, your heart races- are you really going to… strip? Right here, in your new boss’ house?
You open the garment bag. Inside is a professional-looking white shirt and a pair of pants. There are socks, but no underwear. If this were a pervert thing, wouldn’t there be underwear? There isn’t, so it must be fine. Right?
Blushing, you quickly change. It feels odd, but Eclipse is already proving himself to be an odd boss. Not a lecherous one, though- since when you’re changed and knock on the door, all Eclipse does when opening it is sniff the air and then nod once.
“Good. Come along.”
You trail after him, still blushing. Eclipse takes you through his home- showing you the kitchen, the laundry room, the closets with cleaning supplies. He shows off his living room, then gestures towards the stairs and says you probably won’t be going up there much. His bedroom, office, and guest room are up there. You’re not allowed in his office, at all.
Ever.
You try not to feel uneasy at the firm way he says that, but nods. He’s made it clear that he does very private, very difficult work. You aren’t to interfere with it or try and help. You’re here to help with his daily life so that he can focus on his work.
You tell him you understand. What would he like you to do first?
He asks how good your cooking skills are. You tell him truthfully that they’re average- you can follow a recipe pretty well, but you can’t make it look fancy. He claps you on the shoulder and says that’s fine- functional is acceptable when it comes to food. Your first task is to make lunch and let him know when it’s done. He’ll be upstairs.
Then you’re left alone in this large cabin, reeling a little bit at your new job. But you can do this. You can definitely do this.
You go to the kitchen and start investigating what Eclipse has on hand.
—
You settle in quickly to your new job. After Eclipse praises your cooking on the first day, he tells you that lunch and dinner will be part of your responsibilities. He’s a very neat person, so your job is mostly cleaning up the messes that you make when cooking, making him coffee, buying his groceries, and doing spot cleaning around his home. Sometimes he sends you on errands. At his coaxing, you eat lunch and dinner at his home, so suddenly you’ve been eating better than ever.
All it takes is one week and you know you will do anything to keep this job. Sure, you may not really get days off, but Eclipse is a perfectly professional boss who only has a few minor quirks. You’ve dealt with way worse bosses at your old jobs. His offhand comments about omega rights very much give the impression that he’s an old-fashioned kind of guy trying to understand the fight, even if it does make you a little uncomfortable when he asks about your heats and informs you that you’ll need to wash off the scent of whatever alpha you spend your heats with before returning to work. You haven’t spent your heats with an alpha in years and you don’t intend to change that anytime soon, but trying to correct him about that just makes him chuckle and wave it off.
The clothes he provides for you always fit perfectly. They look professional, but are made of such comfortable fabrics that rub soothingly against your skin. Your own clothes are starting to feel itchy and uncomfortable by comparison. You tried switching your laundry soap, but it didn’t seem to make any difference.
When you checked the label of the shirts that Eclipse has been providing for you, looking up the brand on your phone, you almost died on the spot when you learned that the shirts were almost two hundred dollars. Each!!! They’re made of some kind of fancy-schmancy ‘omega-conscious’ fabric meant to be gentle on the so-called ‘tender omega body’. You would almost be pissed about the stereotyping that omegas need to wear soft clothes, except that the fabric feels really good!
So you bite back any complaints you have and go to work every day, quickly growing used to Eclipse’ heavy alpha scent and his odd, if mostly harmless, tasks for you to do every day.
—
Having you in his home is a deeply satisfying feeling for Eclipse. You still go home at the end of the day, but it’s a step in the right direction- a step towards you being where you belong. It will take time and patience for you to be coaxed into accepting your role as Eclipse’s omega, something he doesn’t begrudge you for. How could he, when you’ve been brainwashed by this horrible new-age omega rights movement? It’s not your fault, you don’t know what you really need.
Patience, a firm hand, and training. That’s what you need. He’ll coax you there, using every tool he has available.
Eclipse starts small. Every day, you wear special omega clothing he bought for you, with the inside gently sprayed with specialty hormones designed for subtly teaching omegas. When you wear the clothes, the hormones are slowly absorbed through your skin, teaching you to relax and feel safe in his home. The effect is obvious- after just a few days, you feel comfortable smiling and meeting his eyes, talking more casually with him. You don’t tense up when he stands behind you or flinch when he touches your shoulder or arm.
Your scent is so sweetly addicting to him. Every day when you go home, you leave your work clothes behind, saturated in your scent. He takes them upstairs and shamelessly huffs your scent while masturbating, hunger stirred in his gut at you being so close to him and yet so far.
You don’t wear a collar. It’s such a tease. You’re flaunting yourself, unmated and unruly, and every day he aches to sink his teeth into your neck and claim you. He wants you- he wants you- and he’s going to have you.
After three weeks of dealing with your scent lingering all over his home, watching you open up and relax, Eclipse moves onto the next stage of his plan. He needs to start teaching your body that relaxing around him isn’t enough- he needs you to start seeing him as your alpha.
He starts drugging you. A clear, tasteless compound slipped into your water with dinner, slow-acting. It gives you enough time to finish eating, do the dishes, and start on your evening chores.
After his timer goes off, Eclipse comes downstairs and finds you passed out on his couch. Dead to the world. He tests it, just to be sure- shaking your shoulder and cutting off your air until you start choking, but all you do is weakly struggle before relaxing again when he takes his hand away. You’re under deep, unable to be roused.Exactly how he wants you.
A washcloth is pulled from his pocket and rubbed over his scent glands, coating it with a thick dose of his scent. He drapes it over your nose to flood your senses with the smell of him. He needs your body to remember this, to associate his touch with his scent, so that when you smell him in the future, you'll subconsciously begin to feel his hands on you.
From there, he starts taking his time. He strokes your lips, coaxing your mouth open, and slides his fingers onto your tongue to feel the warmth of your mouth. His cock stirs in his pants, aching to flood the wet cavern wrapped around his fingers with his seed, but he merely spends a few moments there playing with the wet muscle under his fingertips before moving on. Your shirt is pulled up so that he can look at your flat chest, tenderly groping the skin there as he imagines the way your tits will swell under his careful guidance. His fingers brush over your nipples, tracing circles around sensitive skin until they pebble and stand stiffly, practically begging for attention.
He sets his fingers, his tongue, his teeth to them until you’re squirming and your nipples are hot to the touch. Rolling his tongue over the delicate buds brings him such a hungry thrill, lapping at them tenderly as your breathing deepens and grows ragged.
His hands skirt downwards. Your belt is undone, your pants removed. Underwear follows. Your thighs are spread, one hooked over the back of his couch and the other hanging down to the floor, your body bared to his intent gaze.
His inspection is careful and meticulous. He examines your vestigial omega penis- small and plump, thickened with arousal. It’s too big and uppity for his liking, omegas should be soft and demure, even when servicing their alpha. He knows it’s not your fault, you don’t know any better- but he’ll get your naughty omega clitty locked away before long so that you can be a good, sweet, obedient omega for him.
Your scent glands on your inner thighs are flat and subtle, he uses his mouth to smother them in attention until they’re swollen with arousal and flooding the room with your scent. You taste so sweet on his tongue as he caresses your skin, the perfect delicacy he’ll never grow tired of.
It’s only because you’re unconscious that he allows himself to lick at the tip of your clit, tasting the precome there- when you’re awake, you won’t be allowed such indulgently greedy pleasure. All your pleasure will come from serving your alpha, not the other way around.
When Eclipse is satisfied, he folds your legs up and investigates your hole. Your clenched anus is glistening and wet and in desperate need of attention, waiting to be filled. What a pretty hole it is, Eclipse thinks to himself, so perfect for my cock. Of course, given how much bigger he is, he’ll need to stretch you out, but he’s got time and patience in excess.
So he allows himself to lower his mouth to your hole and lick, lapping up your slick with a low groan. He lathers your hole in pleasure until it relaxes under his touch and allows him to spear his tongue inside, feeling your virgin muscles clench around him.
Your slick drips readily into his mouth, a meal for him to greedily consume. It’s not long at all before he’s taking out his cock and stroking himself, getting right up to the edge before lurching upwards to cum all over your belly, painting your torso in his seed in a primal scent marking that tells everyone you belong to him.
As he pants, shuddering with desire and the urge to simply take you, his fingers slide through the mess on your belly and scoop up some of his semen. He paints your mouth with it, flooding your nose with the scent. It gets rubbed into your mating gland and scent glands, overlaying your own scent with his. He pushes one finger into your hole, spreading it around your rim and inside you, marking you inside and out until he’s satisfied.
It only takes a few minutes for him to retrieve a washcloth and clean you up until you’re presentable again, only the faintest hint of his seed clinging to your scent glands. Once you’re redressed, he leaves you to wake up on your own, pleased with the first evening of many to come.
—
You can't believe you fell asleep at your boss' house- you're so embarrassed when you wake up and realize what happened, blushing and frantically apologizing to him. Eclipse is, quite possibly, the best boss you've ever had though; he just chuckles and waves it off.
"You do such good work for me, I don't mind if you relax if your other duties are done," he explains with a calm grin. He almost takes it like a compliment, that you feel relaxed enough in his home to fall asleep. In fact, he tells you to nap as much as you want, it doesn't matter to him.
It's such a relief that you're not getting reprimanded that you fail to notice anything weird about it all- you're just so fucking happy that you're not getting fired. It's this happy accident that lets you feel less nerve-wracked every day at work, lessening some of your anxiety about making a wrong step and losing your job. You've been tossed out on your ass at other jobs for lesser offenses, after all, just for being a male omega.
Truthfully, you find yourself more tired than ever. Eclipse is a good boss, but also one that needs so much work done that you feel exhausted all the time. With his permission given, once you've cleaned up from dinner you're usually finding yourself on the couch, curled up for a nap. You always wake up feeling so refreshed, sleeping so hard and deep that it takes you a few minutes to remember who and where you are.
Maybe it's due to the fact that you nap on what is clearly a couch that costs more than three months of your rent, but you always wake up feeling so achingly pleasant. Your dreams are always blurry, a haze of sensation, and sometimes (usually, actually, to your extreme humiliation) you wake up with a wet patch in your underwear.
Thankfully, it's never bad enough that you can't slip into the bathroom and clean yourself up a bit. Maybe you've just been having weird arousal dreams because you've never slept before in a house surrounded by an alpha scent that makes you feel… safe?
Whatever. That's not really important- as long as Eclipse never finds out, you're fine with it. It's just, you know, a little embarrassing. You're a grown-ass adult, not a teenager having wet dreams for the first time.
Except- fuck, you can't believe it, but Eclipse does find out. It must be the third or fourth time that it happens, where you end up hurrying to the bathroom after your nap with wet underwear, and you bump into his chest as he comes downstairs from his office. He takes one look at you standing there, trying not to tremble with nerves and blushing, and you see his nose flare as he breathes.
His eyes dilate, going lidded for a moment, and your pulse jumps. Heat rushes into your face, your stomach clenching and thighs aching as they shake.
But instead of jumping you, like you were suddenly fearful of him doing- good boss or not, he's an alpha- he just takes a half-step back and shakes his head a little, a smile on his face that looks more like a good-natured smirk as he says, "good dream?"
You choke on your shaky breath, coughing. Eclipse chuckles, patting you on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, don't worry," he says cheerfully. "It happens, omegas like you can't really help it, right? Just try not to leave a mess on the couch- or clean it up if you do."
He brushes past you, leaving you standing there and blushing hard with a wobbly sensation in your belly. You stumble into the bathroom, humiliated all beyond believe. Your boss knows you've been having wet dreams and apparently doesn't care- because that's just normal for omegas. It's something you've heard your whole life, that omegas are sluts, whores, sex on legs just for existing.
He doesn't seem to mean it as a malicious thing, though. Just… a natural fact of life. Like it's something normal to be worked around. So… he's probably not… like that? Like the alphas that think just because you're an omega, that means you're an easy fuck? Or that you're meant to be on your back? Or…
Like, he didn't seem upset at all, just… took it in stride. Something expected. As you hurriedly scrub your slick out of your underwear, you repeat to yourself that you really, really want to keep this job. You've never wanted to keep a job as much as this one before.
Which… is starting to really stress you out. Every day, you end up napping after dinner, no matter how much you try and stay away. You're starting to suspect that these naps are messing with your circadian rhythm or something, because you've started to feel more… fuzzy. Kind of strange.
Lack of sleep is a pretty serious issue. After the third day where you just couldn't seem to focus and get any real work done for Eclipse, you started looking into the effects of sleep deprivation. Needing to nap so much can’t be a good sign, right? You find out that sleep deprivation can cause issues with focusing, with making decisions, with managing your behavior, can cause health problems- especially over a prolonged amount of time…
The whole thing fills you with anxiety. You've never had issues with sleep before, why is this happening to you now? You know that Eclipse said it was fine, since you're getting your work done, but it's starting to feel like you're going to fail at that and that means you'll be fired. You really, really don't want to lose this job-!!
You try so, so hard to keep things together. You're working harder than ever, even through the growing brain fog. At the end of the day, you drive yourself home in a daze- and Eclipse must notice this, because he takes you aside and gently asks if everything is okay. He's such a good boss, he's concerned for you, and you end up sitting on the couch and crying to him that you feel so tired all the time and you can't figure out why.
Eclipse listens to you with a serious expression, eyes intent and understanding, and says that he doesn't know if he feels comfortable with you driving home so exhausted. "More car accidents happen because people are tired, not drunk," he tells you, and you feel a sudden, tight lurch in your chest. "If you ever need to sleep here because you're too tired, you're more than welcome to."
The words should probably make you feel safe. Reassured. But for some reason, instead of feeling like a safety net, they remind you of when your dad tried to steal your car keys at nineteen so that you would be forced into losing your job and staying home where he could 'look after you better'.
Like just because you're an omega, you can't be trusted to do something like drive yourself places. You swallow and thank Eclipse for the offer, but hesitantly say you'll be fine- you wouldn't want to inconvenience him.
He smiles and pats your knee, just telling you to be careful- that you're the best personal assistant he's ever had. He doesn't want to see your name on the news because you were too tired to drive and got in an accident.
You thank him for his thoughtfulness, but… something shudders anxiously in your chest. When you go home that night, he sees you off from the porch, monstrous eyes glowing in the light of your headlights for a moment before you drive away.
Over the next few days, you try anything you can think of. Energy supplements. Meditation before bed. Falling asleep to 'deep sleep inducing noises'. Working out before bed. Drinking extra strong coffee in the morning.
Nothing helps. Like clockwork, in the evening, you grow tired and fall asleep on your boss' couch.
It's not… right. There has to be something wrong, but you just can't think. You're walking around in a constant brain fog- it takes every bit of focus you have just to drive to work and back every day. Eclipse is always checking in on you now, touching your elbow and shoulder and guiding you to sit down if he thinks you look tired. You’re terrified that he’s going to catch you messing something up and fire you, but all he does is speak to you gently and reassure you that everything is fine.
Every time he looks at you with a gentle smile on his face, you can't help but feel like a rabbit, twitchy and nervous, because he's wrong. Everything is not fine, it's so far from fine- can't he see that there's something really, really wrong with you? This isn't you, you're not like this. But he just tells you in that deep, gentle voice that you're okay. That you're fine. You want to believe him. You want to think that you're fine.
But-
But. You're not fine. There's something so wrong.
It all comes to a head when, one day after your nap, you wake up and find yourself stumbling towards the door to head home. Your head is fuzzy and you can't think. Eclipse appears, puts a hand on your shoulder, and gently guides you back to the couch. Your underwear is a mess, wet and sticky, and you sit without protest, without words.
"It's not safe for you to drive tonight," Eclipse tells you gently. "I think you should stay here, tonight."
Fear makes you shudder. You can't be here- if you stay here, something awful is going to happen. You look up at Eclipse and don't recognize the expression on his face. It's something full of satisfaction, full of fondness, full of-
It's the expression of someone looking at a job well done.
He guides you to lie back down, telling you he'll 'get the spare room together' for you. You look at him and the sharp, cold realization slices through the fog in your head.
He did this to you. Somehow, for some reason, he's turned you into this foggy, helpless creature. He goes upstairs and you know that if you don't get up, don't leave right now, you will never, ever leave this house again.
You stumble to your feet. Your keys- your keys. They're in your outside clothes. You feel stupid, racing for the door and wrenching it open. But- they're missing. You can't find them. They're not in your pockets.
He took your keys. Cold sweat breaks out over your body and you barely shove your feet into your shoes before you take off running down the dark road. The moon is bright enough for you to see your way, your heart pounding in your ears. You're so tired, your limbs sluggish. It's such a long drive- but you have to make it.
If you don't make it, you'll be trapped here. Trapped, at the whims of an alpha who can do anything to you. You'll be helpless to stop it.
It happens in an instant. You're running, gasping for air, panting and wheezing, adrenaline the only thing pushing you onwards- and then something descends from the sky and you scream, wrapped up in a strong pair of arms and hurled to the side, rolling along the ground, shielded by a massive pair of wings that you've never seen unfurled before now.
"And where," growls a deep, familiar voice that strikes a pang of horror into your racing heart, "is my little omega off to at this time of night?"
You end up on your belly in the grass, one hand clamped firmly on the back of your neck to pin you down as you whimper in fear.
"Leaving? Running? Trying to flee his alpha?"
"N-no-"
"What a naughty boy you are." Eclipse's other hand roams up and down your body, stroking over your side, your hip. "Rejecting your alpha… don't you know, you silly little omega, that it's not your place to decide who owns you?"
You whimper, squirming desperately against the cold earth, trying to claw yourself out from under the massive man pinning you down- but there's no way for you to overpower him. He's got you trapped.
"I should have known you would try something like this," Eclipse's voice is so meanly soft, like he's admonishing you for a childish mistake. Like he thinks you're better than this. "You're all twisted up inside, aren't you, sweetheart? Taught such nasty lies about your place in the world, about your own instincts, about what you should need and want…"
His claws curl around the hem of your pants, easily starting to rip into the fabric and you tremble.
"...it's an alpha's job to teach you. So remember this lesson well, darling… you belong under me."
The fabric rips with a deafeningly loud sound. Cool night air brushes over your skin as tears roll down your cheeks. How long has Eclipse been planning this? You don't know. Maybe from the very first time he let you into his home? The idea is horrifying, but you can't do anything in protest, shivering as he continues to shred apart your clothes with his claws, until you're left in nothing more than bare scraps of fabric, the grass underneath scratchy against your skin.
His fur is so hot against your back, his wings fluttering in the corners of your vision- you squeeze your eyes shut as a sob slips from your throat.
"Please…" you whimper. "Please don't- don't… don't…"
"Shh." His tongue swipes over your shoulder as he purrs. "I was planning on making this special, you know? Your first time… your claiming… but you just had to run. You just had to be naughty. And naughty omegas… are punished."
His scent hangs heavy in the air over you, thick and dominating. Horrifyingly, you can feel your body responding- your dick stiffening and your hole clenching, heat throbbing in your belly. The smell of your slick is spreading- and then something hot and thick settles against your ass and you're paralyzed, crying pathetically.
"Just relax for me, darling. This won't hurt… much."
Pressure pushes at your hole, sinking into you slowly, spreading you open. Eclipse's cock is big- so big it aches, sitting heavy and low in your gut as he firmly, steadily, presses inwards. You're spread open so wide, rim fluttering and clenching in a desperate bid to push him out, but you can't- the firm strength behind his cock is unyeilding and it presses all air from your lungs, leaving you gasping.
"N-no- no-! No, no- please-! Please-!!"
Grass tears under your fingers as your chest heaves. Your world is blurry smear, watery from tears, and the hot thickness inside your traitorously slick hole.
"Shh. Easy…" He groans, hand finally leaving your neck to plant on the earth beside your head. The release of pressure finally lets you suck in a proper breath and start weeping, sobbing and choking on the force of your tears.
He doesn't stop. His hips meet yours in a firm press, cock seated so deeply in your stomach that it feels like you can feel it in the back of your throat. His fingers stroke your hip, squeezing tenderly at your ass, and there's nothing you can do, nothing to make him stop…
"There you go… sweet little omega. Just let me take care of you…"
What about this is taking care of you?! You want to scream, want to cry, but his hips draw back and then smack forward into yours and all thoughts are driven from your head in a curiously blank feeling, your mouth falling open.
"-guh-?!"
He laughs, adjusting himself over you so that his chest is pressed to your back. "Like that?" He purrs, teasingly cruel. His hips swivel, grinding his cock deep, and you choke on the feeling. "I knew you would be perfect for me… my precious little slut."
His hips roll, dragging his cock out and rocking it back in, pushing an electric sensation up your spine. You tremble, hating the way your skin prickles and your gut goes tight.
"Don't worry. I'll teach you how to be a good omega, how to be my omega. My silly little baby boy…" He hums to himself, rocking the two of you together slowly. "Or maybe… you should be my little girl."
His words make you tremble with fear and he laughs. "Oh? Does my omega like that idea?" He coos, willfully misinterpreting your response. "Daddy's sweet little baby girl… his little baby omega, with her pretty little tits and caged clitty…"
"N-no…" You force out through numb-feeling lips.
"Yes," Eclipse counters with another roll of his hips before starting to set a steady pace, his hand gripping your hip to hold you firmly in place for him to fuck down into. "I'm sure you'll learn- it's not your place to question your alpha, sweetheart. It's your job to be whatever your alpha wants you to be."
"Uh- uh-uhh-" The only sounds passing your lips are choked off little gasps, strangled by the last of your willpower. You want to fight, want to protest, but your head is so fuzzy and heavy, your body trembling but unresponsive, and every time Eclipse's cock pumps into you it grinds against something that makes you feel so hot and weak. Your own biology, betraying you.
"Good girl… ah, you take me so well. I knew we were made to be together, the moment I saw you…!" His face buries itself into your neck, his antenna brushing your cheek, and he laps at your scent gland. Heat pulses down into your belly and you whimper, dick throbbing at the feeling.
"Mine… all mine… I won't ever let anyone look at you ever again," he growls, the pace of his thrusting speeding up. "My sweet little omega… my precious wife. Mine."
Please…. please stop…!
You can feel his knot, starting to swell at the base of his cock, as it pumps in and out of you. Fear grows, a cold knot in your belly, and you start to squirm again, energy renewed by the fear of being ripped open. But all Eclipse does is grab your hips in both hands to hold you firmly, starting to drag you back and forth on his cock as he thrusts, rocking your entire body.
"No- NO-!!" You wail- but then there's a firm shove at your hole and his knot sinks into place, growing rapidly, and his teeth sink into your scent gland, biting down.
Your vision goes white, then black, as your entire body seizes and you cum, filled to the brim and overwhelmed. Wetness splatters the ground under you as heat pumps into your belly, Eclipse releasing his bite and licking soothingly over the new bite mark on your neck, tying you to him as his omega.
Is there even any point in fighting? You sob, limp on the ground, as he purrs and runs his hands over your body soothingly.
"Good girl," he croons. "You just needed to be shown your place, isn't that right?"
He nuzzles your neck tenderly, hands gripping your waist and lifting you up, his strength making it easy for him to carry you on his knot as he stands up. The shifting of his cock inside you as he moves grinds his knot against your prostate and you jerk in his hold, drool sliding from your mouth as you whimper.
Your legs dangle in the air as he begins to walk, eyes rolling back in your head. You feel like a toy, like a thing, something to sit on his cock- you don't even seem to weigh anything to him as he carries you home, an alpha returning to his den after a successful hunt.
You can't run. He'll hunt you down and bring you home if you try.
–
At some point, his knot goes down and he pulls you off his cock, switching to carrying you in a princess carry in his arms. You start to struggle weakly, but he stops and claims your mouth in his own, kissing you deeply even as you whimper a protest.
Strangely, after that, your mind goes… fuzzy. You have no way of knowing that Eclipse's saliva has addicting sedative properties, all you know is that you start to feel floaty and calm. He chuckles, resuming his walk, and you quickly lose track of everything around you.
He brings you home, brings you upstairs, and bathes you. Your limbs are weak, your mind unable to latch onto anything for more than a few seconds, so all you do is continue to exist as he scrubs you down and meticulously shaves your body hair smooth. His hands are big and warm on your skin, oddly soothing.
He dries you off and speaks to you in a gentle, mocking voice that you can't make out the words of. You're dressed in soft clothes and lifted into his arms, balanced on his hip as he carries you into a new room. It's painted in soft colors, cream and pink, and you're settled onto a bed, blinking up at him with bleary eyes. He smiles, stroking your hair, and then takes your wrists and brings them up above your head.
Your hands are wrapped in something soft. When you tug, something around your wrists stops you from moving them down. Eclipse repeats this with your ankles, then gives you another kiss. You can't really figure out what's happening… but he's petting your hair and cooing at you and it feels nice…
He stands up and leaves, shutting off the light. You're pretty tired…
You must fall asleep, because you wake up, your mind clear again. It only takes a few moments for your heartbeat to shoot up through the roof and you try to scramble out of bed, but you're stopped by the cuffs around your wrists and ankles. Not only that, but your hands have been put into mitten-like wraps, preventing you from using your fingers.
You can only lie there and panic, terrified at what Eclipse will do to you now that he's shown his true colors as an alpha. He's going to trap you here forever, he called you his omega- oh, god, you don't want this- you don't want this-
By the time Eclipse shows up, you've got frustrated tears rolling down your cheeks as you fruitlessly tug at the cuffs on your ankles and wrists. Eclipse takes one look at you and grabs your chin to kiss you again, drooling his saliva into your mouth until you're calm again. You’re not as floaty as last night, able to track him and his words, but you feel so… faint.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he tells you as he undoes the cuffs, "this is for your own good. You can't be expected to know how to behave for your alpha, after all."
He guides you to sit up on the bed, his thumb rubbing over the bite on your neck, and you tremble at the electric feeling. Something in your head is screaming at you to move, to run, but when Eclipse turns away you only sit in place and shiver.
“Good girl, look at you being so obedient,” he coos when he comes back. He wraps a collar around your neck, tags dangling from the front ring as it locks in the back. “You’ll be a perfect omega in no time. But first we need to lock up that naughty little clitty of yours.”
He tugs down your soft pajamas and you blush at the sight of panties. He must have put them on you last night, you can’t remember. He caresses the slight bulge of your dick, then tugs down the soft fabric and holds it between two fingers as if it's tiny. It's not- you're perfectly average for a male omega- but with him looking down at it so indulgently, it makes you feel… small. On the inside.
“Adorable,” he purrs, making your stomach feel hot and squirmy, “but useless. Omegas don’t have any reason to be touching their cute little clits.” He slides a pink plastic chastity cage over the length of your dick, securing it in place and locking it. The key goes into his pocket. “So we’ll hide away this naughty little thing and you won’t have to worry about it anymore, baby girl.”
“N-not…” you mumble through numb-feeling lips, and Eclipse looks up at you with an indulgent expression. “Not a girl…”
He chuckles, pulling up your panties and petting the cage through the fabric. “Of course you are,” he says, a mean edge creeping into his voice. “You’re an omega, sweetheart. You’re not smart enough to make that kind of decision. If I say you’re a girl, you’re a girl. Maybe sometimes you can be a boy, but you’re so soft and weak, no one looking at you would believe you’re a boy.”
That's not- that's not right..!
"N-no-!"
Eclipse pauses, looking at you. Cold fear breaks through the numb calm as he stands up to his full height, looming over you.
"No?" He asks calmly. "I don't think you understand your position here, omega."
He grabs you by the arm, flipping you over onto your belly, and you let out a cry of alarm, trying to wiggle away. One hand plants firmly between your shoulder blades as he tugs your panties back down to expose your ass.
"You don't say no to your alpha." His hand collides with your ass with a loud smack, pain snapping across your rear, and you shriek, kicking out. He hits you again, then again, and again, until your ass is burning with painful heat and you're sobbing.
"Please, please please please I'm sorry- I'm sorry-!!" You wail, but he doesn't stop until he's satisfied and there's a deep, throbbing pain radiating from your ass.
"I'm sure you are, sweetheart," he coos, mood turning on a dime as he gently massages your poor, cherry-red cheeks. "But you have to learn your place. Now, let's get dressed for breakfast, hm?"
You're unresisting as he flips you over again and divests you of your clothes, weeping pathetically. He puts you in nothing more than an oversized sweater, kissing your temple and lifting you up onto his hip again as he brings you downstairs for breakfast. Most of the floaty sensation was driven away by the spanking, so you're much less cooperative as he sits you at the tablet and brings food over. Humiliatingly, he picks up the silverware and makes to feed you as if you're a child.
"I don't want any," you try to say, turning your head away, but he grabs your chin to turn your face back and gives you a pointed look.
"Does my omega want another spanking?" he asks and you flinch, squirming on your sore ass like a naughty child.
"...no."
"Then eat."
You reluctantly eat breakfast. He prompts you to swallow every drop of the juice he poured out for you, which makes you think he's put something in it- because it definitely tastes weird, but you don't want him to spank you again so you do as he orders.
"Good girl." He scoops you up into his arms again and carries you to his office. "You'll stay at my side until I can trust you to behave."
In his office, he sits at his desk and settles you at his feet, under his desk. He cuffs your wrists to your ankles and spreads his thighs, caging you in so there’s nowhere for you to go. The position makes you feel small, uncertain, and that feeling only grows when he unzips his pants and works his cock free.
It slaps down onto your face with a wet smack, flooding your senses with the thick smell of his alpha musk. A soft mewl slips from your throat, completely unintentionally, as you breathe in the thick, heady scent that slides down your throat like honey, pooling hotly in your belly.
“That’s it. Breathe in nice and deep,” Eclipse coaxes you, one hand on your head to guide your face to the base of his cock. Your eyes roll back into your head as you get a thick, concentrated dose of his alpha musk, your hole clenching around nothing and feeling empty.
Why- why are you reacting like this? You’ve never felt like this before, the couple of times you’ve tried to hook up with a random alpha you’ve never felt so hot and desperate, like you’re empty. Between your thighs, your dick throbs as it tries to grow, pushing against the cage forcing it down in an uncomfortable squeeze that has you squirming in place.
“Taste it,” Eclipse coaxes you and you do, feeling strangely dreamy as you start lapping at the velvety hot skin of his manhood. The flavor bursts over your tongue, fuzzing your brain out even more, and Eclipse lets out an approving purr. “Good girl. Just breathe in your alpha’s scent…”
You kneel there, getting hotter and hotter, mouthing and licking slowly over the length of his cock. You’ve never felt so- so- eager. What is he doing to you? You’re not like this, you’re not some- some airheaded, braindead omega slut. But you just keep licking and your hips are rocking against nothing, aching to be touched and the cage is so tight around your dick, you need it off…
“Shh.” Eclipse’s hand scratches through your hair and you realize you’re whining, pathetic and needy. “Easy, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. Take me into your mouth.”
Your lips seal around the tip of his cock, suckling and nursing at the salty precome oozing from his slit. Your eyes flutter, moaning at the taste, and you take more into your mouth, feeling the heavy weight of his cockhead resting on your tongue.
“Good girl. That’s it.”
You look up at him, tears in your eyes. Everything is so wrong, but it feels so right… You don’t understand.
“You don’t have to think anymore. Just relax and let yourself be a good omega.”
Yeah… yeah. That sounds good, doesn’t it? You want to be good…
“Take a little more for me. That’s it. We’ll get you gagging like a good little slut soon.”
You’re drooling so much, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth. Eclipse fists your hair, holds you steady, tells you to stop wiggling- your hips are still canting against nothing, trying to hump your dick against anything it can touch, and you can’t seem to make them stop. You want to be touched so badly.
“Poor little omega. Is your clitty uncomfortable, all locked up?”
You nod messily around the length of cock in your mouth. Eclipse chuckles.
“You’ll have to get used to it. Naughty little girls aren’t allowed to touch themselves without permission.” His foot shifts, slides between your legs, and taps up against your balls. The contact makes you freeze, afraid of such a vulnerable part of your body being hurt, and he hums. “This cage isn’t coming off for a long, long time. Good girls cum from their slutty pussies being fucked, not from rubbing their naughty clitties.”
He looks down at you, condescending and fond. “But I don’t expect you to understand that. Silly little omega.”
He slides his foot away, releasing your hair and leaving his cock in your mouth as he turns his attention to his computer. You’re left trembling on the floor, afraid and uneasy and with your dick aching so desperately for release.
You have no idea how long he leaves you like this, mouth full of his cock and lost in his scent. It's hard to think of any protest, any way of resisting, when your brain feels so foggy and hot. Eventually, he smiles down at you and jerks off into your mouth, making you swallow all of his thick load.
"Good girl," he tells you as he cleans himself up and tucks his cock away. You kneel there on the floor, looking up at him with dried drool on your chin, your chest, and precome dripping from the tip of your cage. He scoops you up into his arms again, kissing your forehead and purring his approval, and you melt into another bout of mindless haze.
He feeds you lunch by hand, cooing at you the whole time. He brings you back to his office, but this time he lets you curl up and drift in a fuzzy state of mind, still hot all over and unable to form words. Every now and then, he reaches down and pets your hair.
Dinner is the same. After dinner, he brings you to the living room where he sits on the couch and plays with your nipples, pets you all over, fingers your empty-feeling hole. You whine and squirm on his lap the whole time, feeling desperate.
Good girl, he keeps telling you, whenever you do something he likes. You hate it. You hate this. You hate him. How can he do something like this to you- it's enough to make you tear up, frustrated and angry, but you're mostly angry at yourself for falling into a trap like this. You knew it was too good to be true.
He fucks you on that couch, slow and deep, taking his time. You hate how good it feels, how right his knot feels inside of you, plugging you up. When he pets your hair and tells you that you're a good omega, it makes you want to purr. You fight the urge, turning your face away, and he chuckles and tells you that it's okay, he knows it will take time for you to overcome all those bad urges and behaviors that society has taught you.
He'll return you to what an omega should be, and the idea makes you horrified- but you're helpless. Your hands are restrained, your mind is fuzzy from whatever drugs he's putting in your food- there's no way out for you.
You cry into his shoulder, hating the way his soothing purrs make you feel better. Fucking asshole.
When he's done knotting you, he slips a plug into your hole to keep you from leaking everywhere and lounges on the couch with you spread over his belly, wings draped about lazily. One curls around you, almost like a blanket.
You're tired and uncomfortable and aching, but your dick hasn't gotten the memo- even though you were knotted, you didn't cum. How could you, when you were in such discomfort from having your dick locked up in a cage? So your hips keeps rocking against his belly even when you try to stop moving, chasing stimulation and release, and Eclipse laughs at you.
"Is my omega still feeling needy?" He coos and you want to hit him- but then he runs his hand down your spine, down to the plug, and uses a couple of fingers to start rocking it inside of you. The feeling makes your toes curl, your hips rut faster against him, and he grins.
"I knew you were a needy little baby," he says. "Don't worry- I won't let my omega go unsatisfied. Hump as much as you want, sweetheart."
His words draw you up short, make you go bright red with embarrassment- it's horrifyingly infantilizing, but his other hand grips your sore ass and coaxes you into a rhythm and you can't fight it. You cry into his chest, sniffling and sobbing pathetically as he rocks you back and forth, but orgasm just doesn’t come- the cage mutes all sensations and the plug isn’t deep enough, isn’t thick enough, to do anything other than tease you. You rock and rock and rock, but eventually Eclipse grabs your hips and stills your motions with a shake of his head.
"Easy," he soothes you as you let out a pathetic, frustrated cry, petting your back until you settle down. "Don't worry- you’ll learn how to cum with your pussy. It will take time, but once you learn it will get easier and easier until you forget all about your naughty clitty. You'll see."
You don't want to see, but you suspect, as with all things in the foreseeable future, that you aren't going to get a choice.
–
Eclipse had a plan to help get you adjusted to your new life. He really did- it was meticulous and thoughtful and took into account the time you'd need to adjust to the restrictions and training he was making you go through. He put a lot of effort into planning everything down to the smallest details.
But, as any good strategist will tell you, plans rarely survive past the initial execution. To his delight, you take to your new life with rapid acclimation- much faster than he ever could have hoped for. He doesn't know if it's due to the weeks spent acclimating your body to his scent, touch, and claim when you were drugged unconscious or if it's because deep down you actually, genuinely yearned for an alpha's control, but he supposes it doesn't really matter.
Just a week in your new life and you're already blossoming into a beautiful omega. You rarely fight, not for longer than a firm spanking. You obey so sweetly when he gives you instructions, as if you've been missing out your whole life on a guiding hand. (Of course, a lot of that may be due to the combination of his own intoxicating saliva and the cocktail of drugs he's been feeding you twice a day at breakfast and dinner.)
It's hard to note any physical changes in just a week, he knows the timeline for your gradual feminization will be much, much longer- but mentally, you've started to adapt wonderfully. Being in such a submissive state for an extended period of time, combined with his daily training of your body, has left you uncertain and hesitant, always looking to him for guidance.
Oh, the first day or two you were fussy, trying to struggle and fight. He expected it of you- welcomed it, even. He's an alpha and a monster- it's in his nature to hunt his prey and subdue it. He might have even been a little disappointed if you didn't resist at all. Just a little, though. But even those first two days, you went under so beautifully and gave yourself over to him with just a little pushing.
So… by day three, he stops giving you time to acclimate and starts with the real training. He wants to make sure you understand your place, that you're meant to be his wife, his baby girl, precious and sweet and submissive. He leaves you alone at night to rest, but in the morning he always wakes you up with a good, hard knotting, head down and ass up in the classic omega presentation pose that all omegas know innately.
After your knotting, he plugs you up and then gets you dressed. The sooner you understand that you don't get to make choices anymore, the better. Clothes, food, sex, where you go and what you do- none of it is in your control anymore. He'll make every choice for you, because he wants you sweet, soft, submissive, and dumb.
Smart omegas cause problems and Eclipse's job is to eliminate problems. He won't let it come to that.
His choices of clothing all reaffirm your new position. Oversized sweaters from his closet to dress you in a visible sign of possession and swaddle you in his scent. Dresses, softly colored with short hems that never go beneath your knees. Rarely, shirts of a feminine cut and skirts.
Then, breakfast. He always hand-feeds you and ensures you drink all of the drugged juice. You're not allowed any kind of independence, so he always brings you into his office after breakfast. You're always under his desk, continuing to get acquainted with his cock over the next few hours. It's purpose is twofold- to make you learn your place as an omega at your alpha's feet and to start teaching you how to please him with your mouth.
By day five, he's got you hesitantly taking his cock into your throat, gagging every time. By day seven, you're trying to swallow it down. The drugs make you needy, make you eager, but you're never allowed to touch yourself- only to fuck your mouth onto Eclipse's cock and feel the growing ache of your locked up dick.
He's very careful never to call it anything other than your clit, of course- it would be counterproductive to present it as anything other than what you should be calling it. He can tell you’re embarrassed every time he calls it a clit- which only makes him want to bully you, tease you more. It seems to be the biggest sticking point in your mind in the process of re-learning your identity as his good little wife, but he’s sure that will be fixed with the gradual development of your body over time.
He’s sure that not orgasming for days also isn’t helping. It’s a rough transition, that’s for sure- he’s certain that if you weren’t cuffed to lie on your back at night, he’d come into your room in the mornings to discover you humping your bed like a naughty little girl, chasing after the wrong kind of pleasure.
Call him a romantic, but he doesn’t want you to cum any way but on his knot. That’s how a wife’s pleasure should be- given by her husband and reliant on him for it. A reward for being good, not something to be greedily chased.
You’ll get there, he’s certain. You just need to be desperate enough first.
After your morning cock worship is lunch. You’re not ready for any kind of solo training, not yet, so he puts you at his feet again, this time curled up and blindfolded, to let you marinate in the feelings of arousal and submission ravaging your body. You’re in the first stages of regression from the provided drugs, still too smart for your own good and barely talking as you struggle to accept your new place, so you can’t be left alone. Not yet.
Then comes dinner, then after-dinner relaxation. Usually with you on his cock, knotted and needy. You don't pay any attention to whatever he decides to watch, too busy squirming desperately from the frantic desire to come and lost in the feeling of being full. Just as you should be.
It's only once you've given up and accepted that you won't be cumming that day that he pets you all over, talking soothingly to you about how good of an omega you are, what a good baby girl he has, how perfect of a wife you can be for him. You always take in his words with teary eyes, as if trying to reject them, sometimes mumbling protests in your faltering speech- but a single swat to your ass has you changing your tune until you're stutteringly repeating his words back to him.
Good omega. Good wife. Good girl.
The more he drills it in, the more you'll come to accept it as an innate fact of your existence. As you lose more and more intelligence from the drugs, his words will remain- they'll become ingrained in you, a core part of your being, until it's all that remains when you're finally perfect.
All it will take is time, patience, and repetition- and he has all of those things in spades.
–
How long has it been? There's no way for you to know. You tried counting the days, but you kept losing track. It's been more than a week. Surely? You don't know.
Everything seems so hard these days. You wake up and Eclipse comes in. He takes you on your bed, cooing sweetly to you as he fucks you hard and rough. You always sob, because whenever he's inside you you always feel like you're going to cum, but your clitty hurts, locked up tight and pressing against the stupid cage.
You hate that cage so much. It hurts, it makes it so you can't cum, and you can't even whine to Eclipse about it because he just laughs at you and strokes your hair until you can't remember what you were angry about!
There's something horrible happening to you and you can't- you can't understand it. You didn't used to be here and you don't want to be here, but you can't remember why anymore! All you know is Eclipse, picking you up and carrying you around, feeding you, touching you, fucking you, and not letting you cum.
It's so unfair. It's unfair, because he gets to cum every day, multiple times, but he won't let you cum, even just once! He always gets such a mean look on his face when he knots you and you cry, trying to fuck yourself on his knot until you reach that peak too, but he won't even rub your clitty at all and trying to do so just gets your hands smacked. You have to sit there on his knot, hot and aching and in desperate need of more, as he gets release and fills you up and you don't.
He tells you it's because you still need to learn. That your body is confused. That you'll get to cum when your body remembers how to be a good omega. Good girls don't cum from their clits, he tells you, and you angrily think that maybe you don't mind being a bad girl if it means you get to cum.
Something about that feels wrong, though. You don't like it. It's uncomfortable, it makes you unhappy deep in your chest when you think about being a good girl, so you try not to think about it. Eclipse keeps telling you that you're his wife, his baby girl, his omega, and you can't remember any reason why you aren't those things, so… you must be. Eclipse is your alpha, your daddy. It's hard to speak, but he likes it when you say the right things. Saying the right things is good.
You like being good. Sometimes, you remember when you weren't good. When you were alone and unhappy and scared all the time. Before Eclipse, when the world was bigger and frightening. You don't like thinking about those times, but you can't help it- it usually happens in the middle of the night, when you have nightmares and wake up and can't fall back asleep. It makes you cry and shake and desperately wish that you were good enough to be allowed to sleep in bed with your daddy.
You hate those nights. You always feel tiny and scared in the morning when Eclipse wakes you up, like somehow he'd know that you had bad thoughts overnight and punish you for them. Your alpha doesn't like it when you have bad thoughts, when you think about the before. He never does, but that doesn't stop you from trying to be extra good those days, as if you could make up for the bad nights, the bad thoughts.
But whenever Eclipse kisses you, it all goes away. His kisses make you feel so warm and fuzzy inside. They make you into a good girl for him and he always smiles whenever he kisses you.
"Good morning, omega," he always says after kissing you. It's hard to make words work, so it took you a long time to learn how to reply to him, saying,
"Good morning, alpha."
Or, on days where he calls you 'baby girl', he wants you to say 'daddy'. Sometimes, he calls you 'wife', and you know it's going to be a good day, because you get to say 'husband', which makes you feel big and strong inside.
Then he always fucks you. Sometimes on your back, usually on your front, and he goes and goes until he knots you, heavy and deep as you moan and whine and beg to cum. The feeling takes over your entire body, electric and tense, pleasure rippling through your body in a growing wave but it never, ever breaks- it just keeps going and then stops, hanging right at the edge of that cliff.
It makes you want to cry. You usually do cry. But Eclipse always rubs your belly, nuzzles your neck, and soothes you with gentle words.
"Not this time," he says, gentle and mocking. "Maybe next time."
His big hands are so warm as they pet over your body. He likes pinching your nipples, squeezing your chest- your tits, he calls them, even though there's barely anything there at all. He likes bullying your poor tits when you're stuck on his knot, when you can't get away, pinching and tugging and rubbing until your nipples are stiff and throbbing. When you whine, he just laughs and tells you that you look so cute when you pout.
But, even though you pout and fuss and squirm when he plays with your tits… it feels good. Especially when he squeezes your nipples between his fingers and pulls, tugging until the ache in your chest is strong enough that it feels like you're going to burst.
Strangely enough, it feels like your tits have gotten bigger… but Eclipse says that's just because he's playing with them every day to help them develop. Good girls have pretty titties, he says.
You just- you just really, really want to cum…! It's all you can think about, the way the plug in your hole isn't big enough to make you feel full, the way your clitty aches all the time, how you want to reach down and rub and rub at it until you cum but you're not allowed-!!
Eclipse must notice that you're starting to get huffy and desperate, leaking all the time from your cunt and clitty, pouting even when you're allowed your time with his cock to suck and lick on your favorite toy.
"What's wrong, baby girl?" he asks, stroking your hair as he fists his cock, stroking slowly. You look up at him, frustrated to the point of tears as your hips rock against nothing.
"...wanna cum," you say plaintively. Looking sad and pathetic is the only tool you have at your disposal to get what you want- tantrums just get you spanked and arguing with Eclipse gets you gagged until you can 'learn to be polite'.
It's so endlessly frustrating!! Sure enough, Eclipse just chuckles and reaches down to pull you up into his lap, rubbing your belly soothingly.
"I know, sweetheart," he purrs. "But this isn't something we can force- your body has to learn to do it the right way, naturally, otherwise it won't ever happen."
You think it sounds like a load of nonsense, but it's not your place to argue with him, so you just huff and pout. This gets your nose gently tapped with a finger and your face guided to his scruff, Eclipse's cock forgotten for the moment as he purrs deeply and smothers you in his scent to make your head go nice and fuzzy once more.
You relax into it, grateful for the distraction. Alpha's scent always soothes you so well…
After some time, he puts you back down on the floor and fucks you slowly and sweet, as if trying to make up for your inability to cum. It's not what you want, but it's good enough that you decide to forgive him. Even if you think he is being stupid about it needing to happen 'naturally'.
Maybe he has a point, though- because when it finally does happen, it's magical.
By any measurement, it should have been the same kind of even as always- except for the last few days, you've been feeling tight and hot in your belly and feeling the frustration to a fever pitch.
Eclipse lets you ride him on the couch and you're near tears as you roll your hips, bouncing frantically as you rub his cock against that spot inside you again and again and again, throwing yourself at the wall preventing you from going over the edge, whining and mewling pathetically- and then-
But then-
It happens almost without you realizing it. You drop your entire weight onto his lap in a careless motion, leaning back, and his cock rams past that spot and your entire mind just goes- blank.
Oddly so. Sensation rolls down your spine, shivering and hot, and your entire body goes tight. Your mouth hangs open dumbly, eyes rolling back, and Eclipse chuffs a deep, approving sound as your clitty twitches and spurts out weak globs of come.
You're floating. Your toes curl. Your eyes are wide open, but you're not seeing anything- there's a buzzing in your brain, static flooding every inch of you. It's like being kicked in the gut, but all over, and there's no pain- just goodgoodgoodfeeling all over and coming and going in waves.
"Oh, good girl," Eclipse coos, but you're not hearing him, moaning pathetically and going limp as your body gives out. There's sweat rolling down your spine from- from forever of not being able to come as the tension finally gives out. "What a big orgasm, hmm? Look at you, being so sweet. I told you, baby girl- it's so good, isn't it? So yummy? Your stupid little brain can't even handle it, it's too much for such a dumb little omega."
Maybe he's… right? Maybe you are too dumb. You can't string words together to reply, just gasping and moaning pathetically as he ruts lazily up into your body, into your suckling hole, rubbing that spot again and again to draw out your orgasm longer.
"Don't worry. It will get easier and easier- especially as you keep humping all your brains away. Just be a good wife for me and you'll get to feel like this all the time."
All the time? That sounds… scary. You can't do anything, tilted forward by Eclipse's big hands to rest against his chest, all strength gone from your body. His big hand strokes your hair, warm and soothing, as he holds your body steady and fucks up into you until he orgasms, his knot spreading your insides and firmly pushing against that spot.
The pressure makes the static in your brain, which was starting to ebb away, get loud again. Eclipse keeps cooing and purring at you, stroking your sweaty back, and you snuggle into him with a purr of your own.
He's right, of course. It does get easier. With your first proper omega orgasm, they become more and more regular- especially because now that you've broken past that natural barrier, Eclipse can start training your stupid body on how to properly have them.
He tells you not to worry about it. That you don't have to worry about being dumb- you're an omega. It's your role to be a dumb, sweet little girl for him to look after, his perfect wife.
It's obvious that you're so good at it, too! Eclipse is always so happy to see you, no matter what. When your cute titties start producing milk, he kisses you for hours and hours as he praises you. He loves how needy you get in the mornings, with your tits full of milk, and draining them becomes a daily event that he uses to teach you how to cum with your nipples.
You never knew your body could learn such a thing! The first time it happens, you almost think you peed yourself because you weren't expecting it and it felt so different from your proper omega orgasms, but you went all relaxed and floaty as Eclipse sucked out your milk, dazed and leaking from your clit.
Of course, you're not allowed to touch your tits, no matter how heavy or sore they get. You can get away with rubbing them on things if it's during your playtime, but if he finds out that you've been using your fingers on your nipples then you get spanked, so you quickly learn to stop touching them yourself.
If Daddy's home, you have to go find him and ask for help. But now that your body has learned how to be a proper omega, now that you don't need to be trained all the time, Eclipse has started doing something you hate- he's started to go back to work outside of home.
You hate it. You don't like it when your alpha isn't home, it makes you feel so alone and scared, but daddy sometimes has work to do that can't be done from home. When you told him that you don't like being alone, he decided it was time to start filling up your room with toys to keep you occupied.
The toys aren't the same as daddy being home, but they… help. At least, they give you something to play with, to do, to keep your mind off of knowing that Eclipse isn't home to protect you. You get to make a big nest of soft blankets and pillows and daddy's clothes to comfort you and Eclipse gives you really nice toys.
Your favorite is the bear. He's as big as you are and you can put daddy's shirt on him and cuddle him and pretend he's daddy, since he smells like him. Whenever you cuddle him, you always put on your cartoons- the only thing you can watch on the small TV in your bedroom since Eclipse decides what's okay for you to watch- and they teach you such good, nice things about how to be an omega.
Sometimes, when watching your cartoons, you start feeling hot all over and leak slick all over your bear, which makes you rub your aching tits and guiltily hump your little clitty. You can't help it- it just feels so good- even though you're not supposed to rub your clit against anything. It kinda hurts, too, inside the cage keeping it protected, but in a good way that makes your brain feel all fuzzy and hot.
It's kind of silly. You always feel strange images pop into your head whenever watching your cartoons makes you hot- omegas like you, crying and held down, fucked hard and rough by their alpha. It feels naughty, like the cartoons are trying to tell you the best way to be a wife. You should be fucked, all the time! It feels so strangely good, and yet, bad- but how could being Eclipse's wife be bad?
The idea makes you giggle. You like being his wife, if this is what it feels like- and Eclipse always seems so happy when he manages to teach your body something new! When you ask him why it's your body that has to learn things, why he can't just teach you- you want to be good, after all, you want to learn things for him!- he patiently asks you what's the biggest number you can think of.
"Ummm."
You look at your hand and start to count. One finger, two finger, three- four finger, five finger… then what?
You can't remember… You put up five fingers, then lower them, and look up at Eclipse, starting to tear up. "F…five?" You feel stupid, ashamed at being such a stupid wife, but Eclipse gently strokes your hair with a fond smile and a chuckle.
"See?" He says. "It's okay. You don't have to be smart, baby girl. You can be my dumb little omega." His finger taps your temple. "Wifes don't need to be smart. You just have to be good. Can you do that for me?"
"B-but…" The idea feels- bad. You don't like it, you don't want to be bad, you want to be good! Eclipse even says you need to be good!
"Okay, okay, one more try?" Eclipse offers and you nod, determined to get his next question right.
"Baby girl… what's your name?" He asks gently and you look up at him for a moment before your heart drops into your stomach.
You… you don't know. Tears start to roll down your face as you shake your head- you are dumb! You're so dumb!
"Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry- that was a mean one, wasn't it?" Eclipse coos, wiping your cheeks. "Poor, dumb little omega. It's okay. Your name is Princess, but it's okay if you forget it- I'll remind you every day."
"Y-you're not mad?" You whimper, feeling pathetic, and Eclipse laughs, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you over to your bed, where he sits with you in his lap.
"Of course not," he tells you with a mean smile that makes your stomach go hot. "You're supposed to be dumb, sweetheart. You're an omega! You're supposed to be a dumb little fucktoy for me. You shouldn't be thinking of anything but making your husband happy. Your body will learn everything you need to know. That's why you feel hot and want to suck my cock- your body learns for you."
You don't really understand what he's saying, so you pout at him with wet eyes. Eclipse thumbs your lower lip, smirking.
"Too complex?" He asks. "It's okay. You don't have to think at all, baby girl." He kisses your cheek. "All you have to be is my dumb, sweet, slutty little wife."
"You sure?" You can't help but ask shyly and Eclipse smiles.
"Have I ever been wrong?"
You shake your head. Daddy knows best.
"There you go. Don't worry about it, Princess. Alpha's here, I'll do all the thinking for you."