Maybe?

One of the maidservants told me, in a fleeting moment before we entered, that I would be able to tell who was a member of the Deyanira family by a crest they would wear. I know the crest. I waited around 15 minutes after we arrived, fashionably late as always, chewing on my lip and hoping they would actually show up. Just as I was beginning to think they were going to be no-shows, a tall, large man flung open the doors, forcing everyone to look up.
“The Deyanira are here!”
About 15 young people and their parents filter in through the doors. I can hear Mother huffing about how they “had to go and outdo” her.
I may be a beta, but I’m not nose-blind. I can tell an alpha by smell alone - mostly because they all take a drug commonly referred to as ‘mating powder’ before entering. It makes them all incredibly horny and can force them into a rut, if they take enough, therefore increasing the amount of pheromones being given off. The stench fills the room, causing even some already present alphas to wrinkle up their nose. I spot a few of the Deyanira children already eyeing me up. I’m quite close to where they’re standing, and straining, I can make out a conversation.
A: “Bet you eight … her first.”
B: “No way, I’m … already looking my way.”
A: “Bet?”
B: “Bet.”
A is walking over to me, and B is close behind. I pretend not to notice.
“Hey, beautiful.” He winks at me.
I pretend to be shocked. “Who, me?”
“Yeah, you.” He sidles a little closer. “I’m George. That’s my sister, Beatrice. Alphas, looking for a mate? You could tell, yeah?”
“Oh, of course.” I make a point to look down at both of their crotches. “Say, you two seem a little… worked up.”
Beatrice clears her throat. “Would you be willing to help us with that?”
“Why, of course!” I batted my eyelashes. “I woul-”
“Who do you want first?” George interrupts me.
I’m taken aback. I thought I would have to work for this. “I’m quite happy to help both of you… maybe even at once. Perhaps we should go somewhere more private?”
Beatrice and George seem to have a silent discussion.
“Bet’s off, Bea.”
“I’m fine with that.” To me, she asked, “Do you have anywhere in mind?”
“Not the foyer, that’s for sure.” I pretend to think for a minute, though I have it all planned out. “One of the guest bedrooms? I know most are unused, this is my great-aunt’s house afterall.” That part isn’t a lie, Great-Aunt Agatha is hosting this ball.
They seem to have another silent discussion.
“Ok. Lead the way, um. What’s your name, again?” Bea asks. Clearly she’s in charge here.
“Ana. Up this way.”

I take them up the servant’s stairway, for secrecy. We don’t want to be found until the right moment.
Eventually, we find ourselves in a supposedly unused room, though I know one of their relatives, Lord Deyanira’s brother, will be staying here overnight and one of their family’s butlers will be coming up here at about 10 o’clock to unpack his things. I glance at a clock on the wall. 8:50. Plenty of time.
“So,” I push the door open. “What would you like to do?”
From walking that much, the seams in their crotches are almost breaking, as movement of the legs especially causes the ‘mating powder’ to become even more powerful. I don’t question it, because it helps my cause.
“To fuck you.” George states bluntly. Beatrice elbows him. “To, ah, mate you.”
I sit on the bed, my legs spread in a way where they could easily reveal my crotch. “Come and get it.”
Beatrice steps forward and lifts my skirt. From the greedy look on her face, whatever she sees is quite alluring. “George!” She barks. “Rope.”
I didn’t even notice that George had rope in his pockets. Whatever. I can still work with this.
“Oh, are you going to tie me up? That’s soo sexy.” I whisper to him.
He scowls at me. “Shut up and get fucked.” He grabs my wrist and ties it to one bedpost, as Beatrice ties the other. Beatrice moved down to tie my first foot, while George hung back, staring at my wrist.
“Hurry up, George.” Beatrice calls. “What’s the hold up?”
“There’s a crest tattooed on her wrist.” He turns my wrist, trying to make it out. “I think she’s a Rhodos. Dad will kill us-”
“Whatever!” Beatrice is getting snappy. Clearly the perfume is working. “Finish tying her up.”
“No, Bea, she said her aunt owns this house - it’s Agatha Rhodos’ house. We’ll be done for, especially as she’s omega, she can’t be married if we do this, Dad will kill us!”
I panic slightly. This isn’t supposed to happen. I suddenly get an idea, it might work..
“Actually, I’m a beta. They don’t give a damn what happens to me, and I’m no snitch.”
He stares at me blankly. “What about the pheromones?”
“Perfume.” I shrug as much as I can, now Beatrice has tied my second foot. “Who’s gonna find out? Not my mother, that’s for sure.”
“Still, I’m backing out of this.” George cracks open the door, ready to slip away. “Bea - I owe you eight gold.” Then he disappears.

Beatrice stares at me, clearly wondering whether she should follow her brother.
“No one finds out, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
That’s all the confirmation she needs. She throws off her jacket and quickly unbuttons her shirt, revealing huge, bouncing breasts. I wish I could bite them.
The buttons on her trousers come off next, a large penis that I again, want to bite. Why do I want to bite things?
She seems to be ready to put it in, no condom. That’s not a great idea, so I call her out on it:
“Condom, right?”
She shrugs. “Don’t have any.”
“There’s some in my clutch.” I nod towards the left, where my bag is sitting.
Grumbling quietly, she takes one out. “How in hell is this supposed to fit?
“Hey, it’s the biggest size!” I tell her. Another lie.
Struggling slightly, she manages to shove it on. “Right. Ready?”
I notice she’s almost drooling. I glance at the clock. 9:15. How has 25 minutes passed? I look back at her. “Yep. Let’s go.”
Even just the tip makes me want to scream, scream unintelligible phrases and beg for more, beg for it to stop, anything. Instead, I bite my lip until it bleeds as the thick, disgustingly thick, even, cock forces its head through, into my vagina.
She’s already struggling to contain herself. Forcing herself to go slowly, the long member snakes its way into my brain, inch by inch, making a memory. I will never be able to forget each and every groove of her dick. My thoughts cloud, and I can barely see anymore. The next thing that I do see is her face, nearly on top of mine, her frustration begging me to allow her. And so I do.
“Please.” I whisper, barely audible. “Faster. Please ravage me.”
What seems like almost immediately after, a rock-hard collum is dragging itself in and out of my cavity. A cavity I wish could be filled. Gooping, warm liquid is doing that job - the condom has broken. I can feel it leaking down my thighs, I can feel those thighs trembling, as I beg her for more. I feel the tip banging against a wall, a restriction, nearly halfway up my body. Then I feel a gap open, and the tip trap itself inside, expanding and filling the empty hole that is my uterus.
“Oh. Oh no. Shit.” Beatrice mutters, almost to herself. Then to me: “I’m knotting. You know what that is, right?”
I nodd. I do.
“I-I can’t pull out. We’re stuck. For at least 20 minutes.”
I can’t speak, or even move. It’s painful, but also ecstasy. I manage to mouth,
“Time?”
“It’s, uh,” she checks the clock. “Quarter to 10.”
Has it really been that long? I suppose I only have to hold out for 15 more minutes… Hah. ‘Hold out’? Who am I kidding? I’m enjoying this, far more than I’d care to admit. I whisper,
“Come closer.” Then, as she leans down, I mutter in her ear, “Please. Marry me.”
She shakes her head reluctantly. “I can’t. You’re Rhodos, and a Beta - Therefore not eligible for marriage, and my family’s enemy.” She sighs. “If you left your family, faked being an omega… then maybe. But even then, you’re not from a wealthy family.”
My mind is rushing. To distract myself, I bite her boob, like I’ve been longing to.
“What? What are you-” shocked, Beatrice looks down, but her pupils dilate as I begin to lick, suck and gnaw at her nipple. “Oh, fuck. That’s goo- keep doing that.”
Even in the knotted state, her cock is still expanding, inflating, and releasing more gooey, oozing cum. Her nipple tastes good, too.
I’m so caught up in the moment that I don’t realise how fast time is passing. There’s a booming voice coming up the main stairs.
“Yes, butler! Those two bags, and that one, those are mine. To room, which one?”
“Oh, fuck.” Beatrice clearly recognises the voice, and I do too. It’s Lord Deyanira’s brother, her uncle, and his footsteps are heading up the stairs. He’s still two staircases away, though.
“He’s not coming here, is he? You said this room will be empty.” She seems to only now be realising that the room is far too fancy to not be used.
“Would I lie to you, Beatrice?”
“No. You wouldn’t lie to an alpha. And call me Bea.” She sighs. “We should untie you, just in case.”
From where she’s standing, she manages to untie all of the ropes, and kicks them under the bed. In doing so, her humongous dick turns and squirms, causing me to moan in delight. But, she dosen’t notice that the footsteps are right outside the door.

The door swings open, revealing us to her uncle. Luckily for her, it's just him and no one else, and not her father. But her reputation is surely ruined.