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Obi-Wan grimaced in discomfort as he felt a thick spurt leak from him while his Master gently wiped his face with a cool, damp cloth. He felt terrible, there was no other way to put it. What he needed had been denied to him for two days already.
"Master," he whispered, following his hand in a pathetic display of irrepressible need, "please help me, I-"
"Hush, Padawan, I'm here."
He was there, but he refused to fulfil his role as Master and help him through this Heat in the same way that Obi-Wan should help him through his Ruts. Which sucked. He was supposed to teach him, not leave him to deal with his pain on his own.
"Do something, it hurts, I need someone with me."
"You're not there yet, we've already talked about this."
"Then prepare me, help me be ready for you."
"No amount of preparation in the world, even diligent preparation, will make you ready for me, Obi-Wan. You're too small. You'll have to be patient."
Obi-Wan refused to wait years to be deemed ready. He needed it now. And he would get it, no matter what.
"Fine," he grumbled, sitting up with difficulty, placing the cloth left on his forehead on his bedside table and getting out of bed through sheer force of will.
"What are you doing?"
"Finding someone who’ll be willing to help me," he said defiantly as he strode purposefully toward the door of their apartment. "Which shouldn’t be difficult, given my condition. Surely someone will be willing to take me and mate with me-"
The tall Alpha was right behind him and grabbed him just before he opened the door, preventing him from going any further.
"Don't be reckless, it's madness in your condition."
"A condition you're doing nothing to improve," he complained, feeling tears of frustration welling up in his eyes as he felt every detail of his Master's erection against him from behind. "Master... please, I want it to be you, but if you refuse, you can't just leave me like this, it's unfair to-"
"You're right, I'm sorry," the Alpha sighed into his hair, his unyielding embrace softening and turning comforting as he turned him around for a proper hug. "Please go back to your room, I'll find something. Something satisfying."
What was the most logical solution an Alpha could find to give a knot to an Omega when he himself was too big for him? Give him another knot, of course. An artificial one attached to a toy... or a real one, attached to a real cock.
Obi-Wan was grateful to wake up to find a companion in his bed who was suffering from the same affliction as him. He would rather help Quin during his Rut and have Quin help him with his Heat than receive an object to fuck himself with in solitude. It would be more pleasant, more comforting, and more reassuring.
"Thank you, Master," he whispered, sitting up with difficulty to drink some water.
"I'm glad you like it, Padawan. Now, I know I can't be your first as you wished, but since Quinlan won't have the gentleness required to prepare you, will you do me the honour of letting me prepare you for him, or would you prefer to do it yourself?"
Obi-Wan was already spreading his legs at the first suggestion, not at all ashamed of his nakedness or his body's already advanced state of arousal.
"Please, Master... I saved myself for you."
"You've never even slipped a finger in there, have you?" The Alpha asked, one hand clenching around his thigh, spreading his legs even wider to observe his glistening, trembling pussy.
"Never."
"Good. We'll get you ready. Raise your arms."
Obi-Wan allowed his wrists to be handcuffed to the headboard, not resisting but admittedly confused.
"Is this really necessary?"
"It will soon be," the Jedi Master confirmed with a look that made him feel small.
Master Tholme joined them, surprising him a second before he realized that he was also going to help them when he gently shook Quin awake and tied him up like him after giving him water and a chocolate bar to eat.
"Now, the ankles."
Obi-Wan tested the bonds as soon as they immobilized him. He could wriggle around, but he could not go anywhere. He was... completely at his Master's mercy.
At any other time, he would have been ashamed to be so excited by this realization, but not today, not now. Being safe in his safe place, in friendly company and being taken care of? It was all he wanted.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"I'll feel even better once you get started."
With an impassive face, the Jedi Master reached out to his face.
"Open your mouth, wet my fingers."
Obi-Wan did so, licking the three fingers slipped into his mouth and sucking on them as best he could until they were removed.
"One day you'll swallow cocks and choke on them like you just did with those fingers. We'll teach you. You'll be amazing, I can already tell."
Obi-Wan beamed and tilted his head back when his Master's hand finally plunged between his thighs, breathing heavily, overwhelmed by sensations he could not describe. He just did not have the words for it, it was just some rubbing against swollen, wet bits of flesh, and yet it was... so much more than that.
"Master, Master-"
"Yes, I know, it's overwhelming... but you want more, don't you, dear, and you've been ready for more for a while now. I don't want to make you wait any longer to get what your heart desires."
Obi-Wan felt him probe his folds with more intention and press seemingly at random, until finally he felt something different. His body felt like it had... separated. The Omega knew there was an access channel for his vagina, he knew his body could take much more than those fingers and that single knuckle, but... how to put it, he had never felt like it was really possible.
That there was something inside him.
And now his Master was lovingly rubbing something soft and spongy, like a bundle of nerves, a mass that he would definitely explore again and that made him feel like an electric shock was running through his body.
"Ah!"
A wave of pleasure suddenly washed over him, and Obi-Wan felt himself floating in a haze of relaxation that his Master accompanied by continuing his care.
"Good, good, you'll like what comes next too."
The finger slipped further in, another joined it, then a third, and Obi-Wan felt as if his body was going to crack under the pressure and the unfamiliar presence. How did it fit? How would something bigger fit?
"The answer is, as now, very easily," the Alpha who was fingering him replied with a laugh, picking up on his thoughts. "Don't you feel ready? Don't you want to finally know what your body craves, and how good it feels to satisfy it?"
Satisfy it... it would not really be him who would do it, but the teenager next to him who was in the same state of devouring need. The depth of his moans when he noticed that Obi-Wan's attention was on him... the Omega had never heard him like that before. Quinlan's eyes were glassy from fever and his skin seemed to vibrate with need. Obi-Wan knew he was the same.
As his body ached because the long, slender fingers inside him were not enough, he felt his attention and gaze wander to the Kiffar Alpha beside him. He would be the one to mate with him, he would be his companion, he would be his Alpha tonight. A body he knew, young, vigorous, and healthy, endowed with a lovely cock prepared with devotion by his Master, who made sure he could penetrate or knot Obi-Wan without any problems when the time came.
The sight of that cock and that knot already swelling with just firm finger stimulation awakened something hungry in him. It was for him, only for him. He wanted it.
"Please," he whispered, looking at his Master, hoping he would understand his needs and help him satisfy them as he always did. "I can't..."
"Tholme?"
"I'm ready."
"Quinlan is further along than you, wilder, but don't be afraid, we'll make sure neither of you gets hurt," his Master reassured him as he untied him.
Obi-Wan was not afraid. He trusted them. So he said so out loud.
"We are honoured. Let me help you again. Your hands on my shoulders."
Obi-Wan grabbed him and let himself be lifted, kneeling around his friend's hips, his eyes fixed on the promise of his body.
"Your eyes in mine, Padawan."
The Omega immediately looked at the Alpha in front of him, trembling at the dominant expression in his voice.
"Now you're going to take my cock, aren't you? Your first cock. My gift to you."
"Yes, Master, Alpha, please."
"Let me do it."
Waiting for permission, Obi-Wan remained still and docile as his folds were spread and he was slowly guided down to the erect member held out for him. So that he could take it inside him. So that he could swallow it whole.
Tholme was holding his student's hips firmly against the mattress so he would not rush him, giving Obi-Wan all the time he needed to get used to it.
He did not need it.
"Is that good?" His Alpha asked with a smirk as he thrust deeper, loving the way his body opened to welcome the intrusion and how smoothly everything slid in.
"It's... it's so..."
"I know, and you haven't had the best part yet."
Not yet? Yet Quinlan's cock filled him so well, pressing his insides aside to make room, he felt so full... he did not know if he could experience a more complete feeling of pleasure and bliss.
Once he had him completely inside him except for the knot, his Master pulled back, leaving him alone, and sat down a few feet away, never taking his eyes off him.
"What are you waiting for? Show me what you'll do when it's me. Bounce on that cock like the cock-starved Omega you are."
Obi-Wan felt himself tighten and contract inside at these words, struggling to understand his own reactions, but it felt so good that he did not question it. Quinlan loved it too, if his soft moans of pleasure behind him were anything to go by. Slowly, very awkwardly but extremely motivated, Obi-Wan began to move and search for the best angle for him.
He could still feel it, like a fire burning in his lower abdomen and fireworks of pleasure in his brain. He felt every thrust running this warmth up his back. It hurt, but at the same time he could not help seeking out these new and exhilarating sensations.
He had been right to insist on having it, Force, it was wonderful.
"That's it," Qui-Gon encouraged him, "use him, seek pleasure with his body. When you're stretched enough, he'll do the same. It'll be fun, you'll see."
Obi-Wan rode his best friend with renewed energy, wanting to make him feel good too, and he was rewarded when Master Tholme pulled back in turn to leave Quin free to move, at least at the hips. Until then, Obi-Wan had been fucking himself, now Quin met his hips and thrust his cock into him strenuously, so deeply, so completely... That was it, that was almost it, a real coupling.
"Obi-Wan, Omega, stay close, let me..."
"Yes, Quin, Alpha, I'm here," he stammered in return, trying not to be dislodged from his place by the powerful thrusts, clasping his hands on his hips to offer himself, to give him as much access as possible to his fuck hole so that he too could enjoy penetration on his terms.
"Such a sweet Omega, so caring, isn't he, Tholme?"
"A natural, no wonder he wanted to take you. I think we're good. Now?"
"Now," the Jedi Master confirmed, smiling at Obi-Wan with a devouring gaze. "Enjoy yourself."
The Omega did not understand immediately, but that was because nothing had changed for him right away. The one for whom everything had changed was Quinlan, whose hands were finally free.
As soon as the young Alpha could move freely, he did so. Pulling Obi-Wan toward him to kiss him in a claim full of teeth, tongue, and saliva. Turning him over to have him on his stomach and fuck him like that.
The redhead could barely move like that, only take and endure the vigorous and incessant assaults imposed on his body, and... he loved it.
"How do you feel, Omega?" His Master's voice asked from afar, seeming so distant compared to the wet noises Quin was making as he played with him and his gasps in his neck.
"I'm... where I belong," he replied weakly, unable to find any other way to explain this deep feeling of adequacy, relaxation, and satisfaction. "I'm made for this. Right there, Quin, right there..."
His partner worked hard to find the angle that made him moan with every thrust that rubbed so perfectly against his clitoris. But the position did not suit either of them fully, and the Kiffar did not have the patience to settle for an uncomfortable position. He guided him on all fours, knees apart, and forced him to flatten himself so that his nipples rubbed against the fabric of his sheets and the tip of his cock did the same every time he was deep inside him and his balls slapped against him.
"Quin, oh Quin..."
His thrusts were so fast, desperate, erratic-
"Are you sure he'll be able to knot him?"
"The first knots are always tricky. He knows what he wants, but mental blocks are usually strong at that age."
"I know, but it's not exactly prudent for them to continue like this for long."
Obi-Wan refused to let them stop now. They were so close to their goal. He was so close...
"Alpha," he whispered, pulling Quinlan closer to him to whisper softly in his ear, "knot me up to you, I want your seed inside me, I want you to give it to me."
As he said this, he tightened himself as much as possible and tried to help him push his knot in. The hands on his waist tightened and a bulge began to rub against him. They were there.
Quinlan held himself inside him and rubbed his knot insistently against his folds to lubricate it before pushing hard until he was inside, almost causing Obi-Wan to faint when he felt himself being opened so wide and fucked by the enormous mass that suddenly exploded that tight knot in his belly, leaving him almost listless on the bed, drooling as profusely from his mouth as from his pussy.
"Master, his knot is... Oh Master, it's..."
"His knot isn't even fully swollen, Obi-Wan."
...What?
He quickly understood when Quinlan came inside him, his semen covering the warmth of his vagina in a pleasant cool wave and his knot swelling even more to keep him stuck inside him... stuck...
He felt strange deeper, higher, and gasped softly as he pressed against his stomach and felt a kind of swelling pressing hard.
He came without anyone jerking him off for a single second, his vision going white for a second.
"What the... ahhhh ~"
Behind him, Quinlan did not seem to be quite done and gently caressed his stomach, kneading where his hands were and making circular movements with his hips against him, causing his cock to tremble slightly inside him and squirt a little more of his fresh cum into that plug...
"I feel something... here," he said to no one in particular, confident that someone would explain it to him.
"The copulatory knot at the base is the easiest to notice and the one that feels best to you because of the pressure it puts on your clitoris and vulva. This knot, which swells at the tip of the penis, ensures that the maximum amount of semen is pressed against your cervix for a better chance of fertilization. You're supposed to know that."
"I knew about that," he said indignantly, "I just didn't think it would feel like that."
"Don't worry, it's the first to deflate. When you separate, Quinlan will mate with you at regular, very close intervals for the next few hours. You shouldn't feel any pain, but if you do, tell us immediately."
"Okay," he agreed softly, enjoying being freed from the knot and Quinlan stepping back for a moment to change position and lie on his back, rocking from side to side without really knowing why, refusing to sit up and risk his Alpha's seed flowing out of his body.
He was just wondering whether it would be appropriate to ask for a clean cloth to wipe the sweat from their bodies when Quinlan lay down on top of him and, without further ado or change of position, penetrated him in one stroke, thrusting his knot in with a few pushes and knotting him in less than a minute.
"You feel better now, don't you? The coolness of his semen and its promises soothe the Heat."
Obi-Wan nodded, watching his Master join him at the edge of the bed, his hand clearly working where it was hidden beneath the fabric of his pants.
"You released so many pheromones that we couldn't help but be affected. Will you help me finish?"
The question did not even arise.
"Yes, Master."
"Where?"
He had always been intrigued by sexuality and eager to fulfil his future duties, so he had researched and consumed all the media he had access to. He knew he could offer his hand, his mouth, his pussy, his ass, his thighs, and more generally his face and body for him to mark as his own throughout his apprenticeship. Not today, though. Quinlan would not let him near his lower body and might react badly to another Alpha's seed spread over the body of the Omega he claimed.
The choice was therefore easy... and in any case quite obvious, if he was to be honest with himself.
He wanted his taste to be the first in his mouth.
So he opened it.
The Alpha took only his cock out of his pants and masturbated for a moment in front of him, reaching out his hand in a gesture he recognized.
"Lick... I see you're well trained."
His hand quickly and thoroughly wet, he resumed his movements, and when they became livelier and full of intent, he moved closer to his face.
"Don't do anything, don't move, just swallow."
He was so big, enormous compared to Quinlan. His balls seemed heavy and full. Obi-Wan understood better why he had to wait.
It would have been impossible for him.
For now.
A hand gripped his Padawan braid, and Obi-Wan forced himself to keep his mouth wide open as his Master came and filled his mouth with his fresh semen, waiting until he was sure he was finished before swallowing the several mouthfuls of spilled liquid.
"Beautiful," the Alpha murmured with satisfaction, placing his softening cock on his lips to wipe it clean in an intimate, teasing gesture. "Would you also like to thank Tholme for all his efforts?"
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied immediately, clearing his throat before insisting. "If he agrees."
"Of course he agrees. Tholme, come here and help my Padawan practice how to swallow an Alpha. Seeing an Omega lick his lips to recover the last traces of your seed is always a beautiful sight.
"I couldn't agree more. I'll do as Qui-Gon did. I don't want to ruin your first blow job. Now open your mouth wide, stick out your tongue, and hold that position."
For the first time in his life, Obi-Wan had the glans of a penis on his tongue.
"Caress my balls. You don't have any, but you know what to do. Be gentle."
Obi-Wan reached out and, his jaw aching because this Alpha was in no hurry whatsoever, he brushed against the two hanging balls and tried to caress them pleasantly, surprised as with his Master when he squirted into his mouth, almost choking him with the liquid. He was going to have to get used to this. It was not great having to put his hands over his mouth to keep from spitting it out and having to catch the liquid running down his chin and neck with his fingers so as not to waste anything.
"He's going to be hard to handle, most aren't this precocious," he heard in the distance as Quinlan and he embraced and kissed passionately for their sixth round, far from exhausted.
"I know."
"Your Padawan is going to attract attention, Qui-Gon."
"I know."
"He'll never finish his apprenticeship without one or two babies."
Obi-Wan purred at these words, hugging the Alpha close, dreaming of their offspring.
Babies.
He wanted them, lots of them, Jedi babies.
"The Council would kill me if that happened."
"Well... at least there will be someone to smooth things over with them. They'll love someone with his devotion and energy. Some of them could really benefit a bit of fun to loosen up."
"Hands off, keep your attention away from my Padawan, he is mine and mine alone until I decide to share him or give him gifts like this one."
Obi-Wan smiled as he closed his eyes, extremely satisfied with what he was hearing as he was pounded against the sheets.
His Master wanted him for himself. He was finally claiming him as his Alpha. He was going to make Obi-Wan the Omega he knew he was deep down.
He could not wait.