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Mark’s next encounter with Conquest was much more deliberate. Mark didn’t have the same permanency to stay in one place when his job was to continue to spread the Viltrum empire, but he had a ship to call his own, a place where he slept.
An apt bed, big enough for two. Big enough for his lover’s size.
Mark was on all fours on his mattress, Conquest observing him from behind.
Mark was fully bare, while Conquest remained with his suit on. The sharp difference raised goosebumps all over his exposed skin. Mark had one head over his shoulder, hungry eyes trekking over the length Conquest was palming. Mark didn’t think he could get over how massive Conquest was. He was magnificent all over, but Mark was intimately familiar with the girth of him, the size that breached his slicked insides with ease.
As if Mark belonged to him.
Mark was pinned in place, a meaty hand placed atop the small of his back, keeping him from moving or even turning back to face the alpha.
“Conquest,” Mark said, almost a whine swinging his hips lightly side by side and enticing. He was positive his scent was driving the other wild even if Conquest had yet to express this, the sadistic man seemed pleased with tempting him.
Conquest rumbled a sound that sent a shiver down Mark’s spine, there was a small part of him, a primal part urging him to run, to escape and hide from the big bad man and his intentions. Mark agreed with that part to a certain degree, these encounters seemed to bury him deeper into an early grave. Mark knew the consequences of becoming involved with one of the most powerful and unpredictable viltrumites left of existence. The man was vicious, dangerously. He didn't hesitate to use force to take what he wanted, to accomplish as his name gives honor. Mark wasn't unfamiliar with the man's strength, his velocity or mean streak. Of his mirthful laughs full of sadistic glee, more often than not, Mark heard the man's responsive noises when he was deep inside Mark's guts.
There had to be a limit somehow, if they were on Earth Mark would have taken the matter on his own hands, if there were such a thing as contraceptive methods for omega viltrumites, as it was for creatures of outer space Mark hadn't found the grace for such option so he was left with the dreadful anticipation of the what if.
He wanted to be fucked. But he didn't know what he'd do if he really did end up pregnant. It wasn't something for Conquest to worry about but Mark had to push him to at least acknowledge it, even if it often morphed into blatant dirty talk.
The bigger, rational part of him was indulging in every show of attention from the older man, in the hunger Conquest raked over his naked body with measurement. Only for it all to lead to him to play with Mark as though he was a toy, for him to squeeze and probe his flesh in the way that he knew would have Mark squirming and whining as though he were in heat.
Mark wanted to believe the only reason he wasn't getting his belly slowly inflamed with a pup was that. He hadn't let Conquest fuck him while fevered on the throes of a full blown heat.
Either way, he could take preventative measures.
Mark sighed but stopped himself from arching further into a presenting position, the way the alpha was finally palming at his exposed, soaked sex was making it difficult to think but he’d do what he could do.
“Hey uh,” Mark said, “I was thinking…”
He had been debating on how to bring it up, it was awkward to talk about sex in general, let alone its possible consequences. Add to that that he was nude while his partner was fully clothed and seemingly less affected than Mark was.
“This is hardly the appropriate time to think.” Conquest said with his raspy, heavy voice. His hand a comforting weight over the slanted curve of the beginning of Mark's ass. It caressed there and the contact made Mark shudder.
Mark hunched over, he was breathing pressured and shallow, his head thrown upfront as he gathered some resemblance of sobriety.
Being in closed spaces always made his inner instincts become much more overbearing, the alpha's musky scent drowning him completely until it made everything else float away. It was a maddening need to submit, to shut the fuck up and let the alpha handle him as though he were a fleshlight for him to deposit his sperm.
“No,” Mark said, struggling to let the saliva pooling in his mouth to slip past the corner of his mouth. He swallowed thickly. “I mean… it's always a risk,” Mark said, hoping he was making sense. Hoping the alpha would understand what he was telling him. “So why don't you—”
Mark stopped himself, the embarrassment surfacing to keep the words from coming out to the real world. It was humiliating to ask. It was too much. Back on Earth it was usually the guys who’d insist on letting their girlfriend try anal, Mark had only heard of it. He wasn't really one to be be prematurely involved in that sort of thing.
He knows it would hurt too, but that's not even the issue. Mark knew he liked pain, Conquest would enjoy it too.
It was the shame of letting an alpha in a hole that was very much not designed for fucking. Why would anyone use any other hole when Mark's pussy was wet and very much available?
Would he really go that far to keep a possible pregnancy from happening?
…Yes, yeah he would.
“Oh, what is it, kitten?” Conquest said. Then, when Mark took a beat too long to answer, Conquest said, voice deeper than the damn ocean. “Tell me what you need from me.”
Mark almost whines in embarrassment. His face felt hot and the omega was just glad it was his cunt facing the alpha and not the other way around.
“It's you. It's us. Okay?” Mark said, then spluttered a little, certain he wasn't making any sense. He finally turned, sitting on his heels as he did. He immediately missed the solid warmth on his back but he endured. “What I mean is… I don't want to get pregnant.” Mark sighed, hand rubbing over his nape when he couldn't meet the older man's gaze. “I always try to tell you but then you're always in the middle of knotting me so—yeah, that won't work—but if we keep this up I'll end up pregnant and that's—that's a huge compromise.”
Conquest hummed in thought, finally Mark let himself see the man's expression. Surprised when he didn't see the annoyance that he thought would follow. Conquest got off from his pain, it was a mutual thing so Mark didn't care. But Mark's father had made it seem as though Conquest was the type of man who’d follow through even if Mark firmly refused his advances. He wished he could defend himself by saying he gave in to his desires for mere fear and not arousal and desire in response to power but he’d be a huge liar.
He blames it on presenting while getting beat up by his father to explain his taste for pain and humiliation.
Then it comes to him that he worded it as though he wanted to end their arrangement rather than offering the alternative he came up with. His mouth opens in a flash to defend his case but Conquest beats him to it.
“You want to be mine.” Conquest says confidently, mouth stretched in a grin.
Mark clicks his mouth shut right away.
Or… yeah, he could have been interpreted that way as well.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Didn’t you?” Conquest nearly purrs.
“No! Are you even listening to me?”
“I am,” Conquest said, climbing on the bed, sinking on the mattress on the points of pressure applied by his knees and hands. Mark had the sensation a standard bed from Earth wouldn’t size up against Conquest. That or the man was just that overwhelming. “I’m hearing you, I know what you need.”
Mark couldn’t really argue, so he scrambled for excuses.
“You know, my dad would never be okay with this.”
“Oh, Nolan is smart enough of a man to know what his child needs as well.”
Mark reeled, then scoffed, “And what it is that I need?”
Conquest’s gaze narrowed, zeroed on Mark’s face and the rest of him. The entire rest of him.
Mark wanted to ignore the urge to cover himself, but Conquest’s eyes didn’t stop from running along the contour of Mark’s curves. Openly staring at his hips, chest, legs and thighs. Mark reached for the covers as fast as he would to take off.
“You need someone to take care of you.”
Mark’s eyebrows knit together.
“I can take care of myself just fine.”
“Yet you don’t have to, boy.”
It was then where Conquest's insistence would become present. Mark was between the man and the bed, the alpha straddling and putting his weight over him with ease.
“Wait, we're not— stop.” Mark said, or attempted to slow down the man's advances. But he was soon completely knocked on his back with a push, not too rough as to hurt him, not nearly soft enough to keep his cunt from reacting to the aggression. “Seriously, what the hell—”
Conquest was on top of him, hands almost pinching at the flesh on his sides, greedily taking him in his hold. Rough, calloused hands palmed at his skin with ravenous intent. Mark was already losing control of his tongue, moans escaping him freely when Conquest had his hands boldly grab and knead at his asscheeks.
Mark yelped in surprise, his head was becoming that familiar mix of putty and lust for the man manipulating him with ease.
“Fuck’s sake, you're always doing this,” he complained weakly. Conquest's mouth was over the column of his neck next, Mark was suddenly aware of how easily Conquest could rip out his throat if he wanted to and the thought made him have his already damp folds running slick between his thighs. “It's like you want to devour me or something.”
Conquest chuckled over his throat, the graze of his sharp and crooked teeth dangerously close to his neck, making his breath hitch with just an edge of desperation.
“I just might.”
Mark openly moaned.
When Conquest had his legs spread, huge hands on the back of his knees Mark panicked. He was soaked, slick running down his taint with the extensity of his need and his scent was overwhelming as it was, who knew the kind of things the source of his aroused crotch might be telling the predatory alpha.
Begging to be fucked, bred and put into submission.
No wonder Mark found it impossible to resist him once he got over his attraction for stronger alphas. The pride of a human man was different from the one of an omega, Viltrumite as he was.
Mark was a good warrior but it all didn't matter when he had a formidable alpha eager to get in between his legs, to slot his big fat cock in between his pussy lips.
It just was that Mark couldn't let the man creampie him, again. Not when he's been having the luck to not get knocked up.
So even when his cunt was pulsing with need to be filled, clenching in short increments and ready to stroke and milk a cock for all its worth, he had to take the other option.
“How about we try something else?” Mark squeaked, with Conquest's cock an inch from slipping into his steamy entrance.
Conquest stops, thankfully, and looks at him with enough intrigue Mark can call it a win.
“How so?”
“I have another hole, you know.” Mark says, attempting for lighthearted with a shrug.
Conquest pointedly looks at his lips, licking his own. “Hardly matters when I could just make a new one on you, whenever and wherever.”
Mark gulped, he couldn't decide if the vision of the alpha tearing his skin open to fuck him would be something that would get him off but the idea certainly made his insides flutter.
“Right.” Mark said, shaking his head a little. “But I meant…”
With his legs spread and his sex exposed for the man Mark flexes, folding himself in half and exposing himself all the more. His asshole is wet with his own slick, with slippery fingers he spreads his asscheeks and shows the alpha his winking asshole.
He did the basic hygiene before their meeting. Still, Mark had never have anyone fuck him there, just recently he started fingering his ass open while showering, picturing Conquest's massive cock to be the one spreading him apart and making him wail like a desperate slut.
The man who broke his hymen would be the one to completely pop his cherry in all ways possible, impossible enough, the thought made Mark blush profusely.
“You can always fuck me here… you know I don't mind if you make me bleed.”
His hole wasn’t prepared, it wasn’t made for the intrusion yet his walls would give in to the right amount of force, for the man spreading him open for the taking.
To Mark’s surprise, Conquest seemed a moment from arguing, with a frown, a thoughtful glint in his eyes and the light tilt of his head but soon enough he agreed.
Mark’s hands were on the back of his knees, doing the most to flex his body, palms raising to his calves to make himself more enticing, not that he really needed to. The musk oozing from the alpha in the closed room was surrounding him, enveloping him like a cocoon, warm and driving him into a sense of relief and docility.
His mouth parted when the tip of Conquest’s cock brushed along his taint, for once ignoring his cunt as it traveled south to breath past the tight ring of muscle Mark had omitted from prepping and stretching.
It was going to hurt like a bitch but he was prepared for it. Eager even.
A mist of purple lust fell over his vision like a veil, light moans left him when the alpha used his lengthful rod to swipe all over his pussy lips to tease over his winking hole once again. Mark had never done this before, perhaps he was skipping a few, very important steps. As doubt creeped past the haze, Conquest took the chance and finally breached his tiny hole with his gargantuan girth.
Mark shouted in surprise, immediately gritting his teeth to keep such pained sounds from being announced to the world. Tiny groans made way to his vocabulary, struggling to keep himself from revealing his pain. His fingers dug into the skin covering his calves. Conquest’s hands pushed onto the back of his thighs, and the sight of the man towering over him nearly made him lose all focus on the uncomfortable pain.
It was just the tip, and yet…
Mark gasped. Conquest groaned, deep and satisfied.
“Oh yes,” he purred, “As tight as the time I broke your pussy in.”
Mark whined, squeezing his watering eyes shut. It had hurt so much then, but this feels different. Back then, the velvety walls of his pussy braved through the intrusion, assisting with arousal, pulsing along the depths of his entrance and copious amounts of slick, showering the cock impaling him with the slippery substance. This time there was no such help, Mark’s asshole clenched against the intrusion in protest. Despite the attention his desperate cunt begged for, Mark was tricking his body into taking the second better deal for rational convenience.
A wet sob pushed past his throat, he felt exhausted already.
It was then when Conquest reached between them, and with the rough pad of his thumb caressed along the path of Mark’s wet folds. Stimulating his inflamed nerves in the way he learned to do, Mark moaned at the attention and Conquest only seemed encouraged to tease his wet pussy as he slowly bullied his absurdly large cock in his hole. Mark was almost enthralled at the sight of it, past the man’s masculine and large hand caressing his pussy, was the veiny, thick column of the man’s cock pushing and ruining his ass. His hole was open obscenely wide around him, Mark could feel himself squeezing tight around him.
It was as though his hole was synchronized with his heartbeat and the blood rushing in his ears.
Mark threw his head back, falling on the bed, suddenly overwhelmed by the sight. He couldn’t begin to marvel at how his body was being molded by the alpha in every sense.
“Am I bleeding?” Mark asked to the ceiling, afraid of the answer but needing to know.
Who was he kidding? He wanted to bleed.
Conquest rumbled atop of him, the growl from his chest arising shivers along his spine.
“Not yet.”
Without a warning, Conquest slams the rest of his massive cock in. The ring of his hole ripped impossibly open.
The only thing Mark can think of is how it burns. It burns so badly, the pain so mercilessly concentrated on his vulnerable behind he forgets to breathe, and it’s only when Conquest pulls about the half of his cock out, only to slam it back inside him, Mark can breathe again as the oxygen is rammed out of his lungs.
“Oh fuck…” Mark cries out.
This is worse than he imagined, worse than he could have previously computed.
It’s… It’s just… Mark can’t even think.
Conquest has left his cunt for abandoned, focused on the unrelenting pressure massaging his cock—and Mark can’t bring himself to stroke himself. It was as though he wasn’t granted the selfish allowance to pleasure his needy, greedy pussy.
He keeps himself folded in half as the alpha mounts him like that.
Fucking down, deep into his ass as though he were a pocket cunt for him to fuck.
His cunt continued to weep between them, thin rivulets or slick running down his taint, his ass is being screwed open, there’s the white, pearly sight of Conquest’s pre cum frothing as it's pushed out of his hole.
Mark whines loudly when he feels a familiar sting, bullied into a more intense sensation with the fucking he’s receiving. Conquest doesn’t stop, despite Mark’s pained cries and his hole growing taut in defense. Mark doesn’t want him to stop.
Now he’s certain he’s bleeding, but even if he had any remnants of doubt Conquest reaches over him, his big hand gripping the crown of his skull and forcing him to face their connection. And there, where the cock is scandalously propping his ass open there’s a vulgar mix of his slick, Conquest’s milky pre cum and the pink tints of his blood.
All visible for him to witness, the utter debouchment of his no longer virgin hole. Mark cries, almost in mourning of it, but he can’t deny or escape the way his cunt hasn’t ceased to pulse in need. He was a slut for pain, he loved the adrenaline of the danger, of being deformed past his sense of preservation in order to be turned into a recipient for someone else’s sadistic pleasure.
“You always seem to enjoy this,” Conquest says, and Mark’s eyes snap to the man’s looming face. “No matter how badly you deny to crave it, this is what you need. Your alpha to take care of you, to push you past those ideas of needing to be in control.”
Some resemblance of a word gets stuck in Mark’s throat, but he doesn’t dare say anything.
One thing is true, he can’t stop looking at his alpha. Moments like this it was easy to forget every obstacle that pushed them from the other, the disparity of his secondary sex, ironically enough, stopped bothering him when he fully sank in it and it was Conquest’s aid that pushed him to that point.
Wordlessly, Mark nods. Breathless and pathetic he can only mutter, “I do, I need you alpha.”
“Want me to take care of you?”
Mark sobs. “Yes! Yes, please. It’s the only thing I need.” He gulps in between words, his voice high pitched as he’s fully submerged in the role of submission.
“Who is it, that you want to take care of you?” Conquest asks, his deep, husky voice scraping Mark’s insides violently.
“You, daddy. I need you to take care of me,” He babbles in a desperate rush.
Conquest rumbles, as if pleased by his answer and Mark’s insides are giddy with the thought.
Then, painfully slow, the cock lodged inside him is carefully removed from his guts. Mark gulps, even the back of his throat felt empty with the absence of it. His hole continued to clench helplessly, this time as if trying to keep inside that prick in him. His cunt was not any better, it squeezed around nothing sporadically, being denied release.
Mark’s hole was leaking their fluids, it should feel disgusting but Mark was still hung up on the fact that he didn’t get to keep enjoying the marvelous sensation of being so full.
“You’ve been good, boy.” Conquest said, he knelt over him. He took his erection in one hand, “You’ve been honest but now I need you to truly be truthful with yourself.”
Mark blinked, hearing the words but unable to make sense of them, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the thick erection; it was as though Conquest was dangling a bone in front of a starving dog. Mark’s mouth pooled with saliva, a trail of it escaping past the corner of his mouth, eyelids growing heavy. His mouth parted open, tongue almost sticking out, if so Conquest wanted Mark could keep pleasuring him with his mouth. He’d love to.
But Conquest wasn’t making a move to bury his cock down Mark’s throat, no. Instead he was fisting his own erection, indulging himself with the omega’s ruined form. Mark is past feeling embarrassed, he feels joy at being considered a delightful meal.
“Daddy…?” Mark called quietly.
“What do you want, boy?”
Mark blinked, trying to think past that purple veil of joy and desire but he came with a blank, his cunt continued pulsing, his clit engorged, the walls of both his ass and pussy swollen with hunger. Even his mouth and throat felt horrendously empty. Frustration welled up in him, his temple frowning deep with it.
He didn’t know what to say, what Conquest wanted him to say.
“I—” Mark said, “I don’t—”
He didn’t know. He only wanted…
Conquest's patience waned, a slap came striking upon Mark's cheek, sending his head to turn sideways. The omega looked back up to his alpha immediately, begging with his eyes pitifully.
“You,” Mark snapped, “You. It’s you, alpha. I only want you, daddy.”
“And how do you want me, baby boy?” Conquest said, this time the alpha beckoned closer, his cock was inches away from his cunt. The blunt, wide tip was an angry purple, leaking delicious pre cum. Alpha was just about to come.
Realization dawned on him slowly. Mark’s throat tried to work past the knot that slumped in his throat. Attempting for words or a rational thought.
But he figured he didn't really want to do that. He didn’t want the effort that it took to think and be cautious, for a moment he just wanted to let go and feel. Deep down he knew the implications but he didn’t really care.
The decision was quicker than his brain, and he communicated just as so.
“Come in me.” Mark declared with a gasp, “Come in me, alpha. Please!”
“Good boy,” Conquest said, leaning over with his cock pointed directly to his cunt. The alpha fisted his cock, once, twice in rapid and sure motions and gladly, hot, thick sperm started to spatter all over Mark’s cunt, painting his skin and rosy pussy with a viriline white.
Mark’s mouth parted at the sight, his mind was swimming in ecstasy. Conquest was right, this is what he truly wanted.
Conquest sighed, exhaling deeply. Groaning throughout the aftershocks of his orgasm, but he wasn’t done ruining Mark yet.
With his right hand, the one he used to bathe Mark in his spunk he gathered that cum and sank two enormous fingers within the swollen confines of Mark’s cunt, he pointed skywards with his fingers, curling them deliciously against the spongy walls of Mark's inner front. Alpha pulled and stroked that spot, rubbing with a ‘come here’ motion over and over in that sensitive spot.
Mark wailed, his pelvis spasmed and he shook intensely, the spray of clear liquid flew from his cunt, soaking his alpha’s hand—all the way to his forearm. Mark was kept in place with his alpha’s left hand on his belly, pressing him into the mattress. He kept bullying that spot as Mark continued to wail and scream, eyes rolling to the back of his skull and with no exaggeration Mark could say he was right where he needed to be. Dominated and made to see heaven.
Conquest finalized the rough treatment with the continual task of swatting his hand over his erect clit. Mark jerked in place, unable to move and pinned like an insect displayed on a wall. His cunt squirted up a small amount of slick pitifully, Mark was too pathetic and wrung out to manage anything else.
Mark had a hard time coming down from his high, his mind was somewhere else. Relishing in the sensation of being owned and pleasured.
Once aware, he found himself propped against the solid, warm and engulfing frame of his lover.
Mark didn't realize when he started tearing up. No, not just that but openly sobbing and bawling his eyes out against the man, fists clenched tight around the fabric of the man's suit. He clung to him like a child, irremediable and lost.
A strong hand was thrown over his back, petting him as though he were a dumb puppy.
Eventually the strong emotions wore him out, as had done the climax that left him limb, a pupper without string and without a master to manipulate him into action.
“I uh,” Mark said with a wet voice, a bit awkwardly. “I wasn't in heat, so… it might not take.”
Conquest's characteristic rumble shook Mark's core.
“That's alright,” the alpha said. “We'll just keep trying.”
Mark slumped against the alpha, absently rubbing his tear streaked cheek on the alpha's chest. He couldn't find it in himself to argue.
He figured he could compromise.
Conquest was very persuasive after all.
It was the remnants of the alpha's pheromones on his psyche, he told himself, were the ones that told him… Mark had always wanted children, he wouldn't mind having Conquest's.