“Papa, you called for me?” Regulus peered shyly at Orion through a crack in the door of his study.
“Ah, yes,” Orion pushed away from his desk, patting his leg as an invitation. “Come here, my boy.”
Regulus looked perfect in his formal robes, his black curls lay perfectly against his cheeks, sleek and shiny. Orion’s perfect boy.
Shyly, Regulus sat primly on Orion’s knee, a beautiful blush spreading across his youthful cheeks. Slipping a steading hand around the boy’s waist, Orion pulled him closer, until his warm breath tickled the curls around Regulus’ ear. The tips of Regulus’ ears pinked.
Orion chuckled and ran a hand soothingly up and down the boy’s back. They had a long day ahead of them. “How are you feeling today?”
The corners of Regulus’ mouth turned down. “I miss Mama.”
Orion cooed. “I know. I miss your Mama, too.”
It had been a week since Walburga’s passing, she had taken ill the past year and despite having the best doctors money could buy, she had lost the fight against her mysterious disease. The boys had taken it hard, Sirius especially. Orion’s oldest had locked himself in his room and refused to come out for anything, even for the funeral that would be taking place that day. Though Orion wasn’t worried, he’d made sure to visit Sirius often. The boy was stubborn, he got that from his mother, but despite his eldest’s attitude, Orion knew he too longed for his father’s comfort.
Regulus, on the other hand, had run to his father. He’d often slipped into Orion’s bed in the night, seeking comfort in the warmth of his father’s arms. Orion had no complaints, the transition was going even better than he’d hoped.
Now that Walburga was out of the picture, Orion was free to run his household the way he’d always longed to. With Regulus taking his rightful place by Orion’s side, taking care of his every need, as is the duty of a wife.
“I know you’ll make me proud today, Regulus. You’ve been so strong for me.” Nuzzling into Regulus’ neck, Orion inhaled deeply, his cock twitching in interest at the fresh scent of his boy. “And you’ll be ready for tonight, won’t you?”
Regulus beamed, his eyes shone with pride at Orion’s praise. “Yes, Papa, I’ll make you proud.”
“Good boy,” Orion purred. “Now give Papa a kiss.”
Orion grinned at how flustered Regulus became. He fluttered his long lashes and bit at his plump pink lips nervously. “Like how you taught me?”
“Yes, like I taught you.”
Slowly, Regulus turned to face him, tilting his head back and parting his lips, though his eyes looked everywhere but at Orion. Orion would have to fix that bad habit, but they had time.
Dragging a hand up Regulus’ front, he teased across the collar of his robes before snaking his fingers around the boy’s neck and drawing him closer. Regulus whimpered when their lips met and melded together softly as Orion devoured his son.
Regulus still hadn’t gotten used to Orion’s kisses, even though he’d introduced them before Walburga had passed. It had become a nightly tradition in the months leading up to her death, Orion would take his son to bed and teach him the sinful pleasures of the body.
Regulus had yet to accept him into his body, but Orion had started to prepare him; opening the boy around his fingers until he was a blubbering mess begging for release. Small cock bobbing against his stomach, dripping useless seed that would never create heirs.
To prepare for Walburga’s passing, and the loss of his heirs, Orion had been slipping Regulus potions. His youngest hadn’t questioned them, hadn’t even questioned the changes in his body. His body softening and his chest growing, his hole slicking naturally like a proper cunt, and his once flat belly bulged a bit where his womb began to form. The boy was ready, his body now able to carry Orion’s seed.
Orion dipped his hand beneath the waistband of Regulus’ dress shorts, fingers searching between the soft globes of the boy’s perky butt for his target. Heat brewed in Orion’s belly when his fingers found the smooth skin of the boy’s rim.
Squirming in Orion’ lap, Regulus whined and whimpered as he played with the boy’s hole. Rubbing his fingers around the delicate skin before crooking his fingers to test the muscle. Orion was happy to find that it gave way easily to his probing, already used to intrusion.
Pumping his fingers, he pulled Regulus into another kiss. Their tongues danced as the boy’s eyes misted over, surrendering easily to Orion. He loved the way that his boy melted into him.
With a glance at the clock, Orion pulled away completely, pushing Regulus to his feet before following suit.
Regulus cried out at the sudden distance, at the shocking emptiness he felt as his hole clenched around nothing, once so full. “Papa?”
“It’s nearly time for guests to arrive. We must greet them as proper hosts.”
Shaking his head petulantly, Regulus pressed himself close to Orion, nuzzling into his father’s side, his hips moving minutely against Orion’s leg. Humping him like a dog in heat.
Smirking, Orion scolded him, “Use your words, boy.”
Regulus looked up, eyes watery with unshed tears. He wasn’t used to being denied pleasure, this was no doubt painful for him. Orion was almost tempted to leave him like this as a lesson.
“Please let me come, Papa, please.”
Orion stroked his son’s cheeks adoringly. “I can never say no to you, my dear boy.” He pressed a kiss to Regulus’ forehead. “Present for me.”
Regulus beamed and scrambled obediently onto the desk, peeling off his robes and shorts, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor.
Looking over his shoulder coyly, Regulus dropped onto his forearms, his back arching as he presented his winking hole to Orion.
Rolling the boy’s small balls around in his hand, he chuckled at the way it made his small cock sway wildly.
Regulus moaned when Orion licked a stripe over his pink hole, sucking at the pretty rim of his unused cunt. His boy was a beauty.
Orion pushed his tongue into Regulus’ dripping hole, his hand moved to wrap around his pretty cock. The thing barely took up the length of his fist. Regulus’ cheek hit the desk when Orion pushed his fingers inside along with his tongue, expertly stroking across the boy’s engorged prostate.“Merlin, you’ve become such a slut for me. Are you that happy to take your Mama’s place as my wife?”
His boy was a mess, shivering and babbling nonsense as he ground his ass back onto Orion’s face, desperate for more. “Yes, yes, Papa, please.”
Being merciful, Orion tightened his fist and pumped faster, bending his wrist the way he knew his boy liked, milking him like a cow. Regulus didn’t stand a chance, being assaulted with pleasure from both ends, with a choked cry Regulus spilled into Orion’s hand. His come was thin and milky.
Kneading the soft fat of Regulus’ bottom, Orion fought to keep the tight leash he had on his control. It was taking everything in him not to sink his cock into his boy right then and there, while he was already loose and sated, in no condition to fight back.
But it wasn’t the right time, he had plans for his boy that night, after he erased the last traces of Walburga from their home.
Orion could wait a few more hours
“Get up, Regulus, we have duties to attend to.”
・・・
Regulus squirmed under the watchful eye of his father, his skin tight and uncomfortable. He fidgeted, his belly churned with nerves as his Orion hovered behind him.
Running a soothing hand down Regulus’ spine, Orion cooed, “Relax. It will hurt if you don’t.”
Obediently, his boy forced his body to loosen, though it didn’t last long. As soon as Regulus felt the blunt tip of Orion’s cock against his hole, the boy jerked.
Tutting, Orion paid him no mind, he’d warned him and began pushing forward until the mushroom head of his cock popped past the tight ring of muscle. Regulus cried out, his hole clenched tightly around Orion, trying futilely to keep him from going any further.
“That’s it, boy, open up for me,” Orion murmured, his hands on Regulus’ hips tightening, pulling him back onto his cock. The sight of his boy’s virginal hole swallowing him inch by inch drove him mad, rim red and angry as it stretched beyond its capabilities. The boy was too small, too tight, he felt too good fluttering weakly around his cock.
Orion wanted to break him.
Regulus whimpered, tears flooding his eyes and his fists clenching the fabric of the duvet tightly as Orion’s hips fit flush against his bum.
Groaning, Orion bent forward, covering his son’s body with his own and gave him a moment to adjust, it was Regulus’ first time taking him, after all. Orion could stand to be patient. He gave an experimental roll of his hips, grinding deeper into the boy’s body, he ached at the way the boy’s soft insides struggled to give way to his girth.
“Hurts, Papa, it hurts,” the boy cried weakly.
Orion hummed and thrust his hips. “But you can take it, can’t you? You’re a Black, after all.”
Regulus shook his head. “I can’t, Papa. ‘m sorry. I can’t… It hurts. Papa, please.”
Orion scowled. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
“Regulus,” he warned, his voice hardening.
“‘m sorry. ‘m sorry.” Regulus began to sob, fat tears dripped down his chubby cheeks. “I can’t.”
Arousal burned through Orion’s belly at the sight.
“You can,” said Orion, simply. Then, licking the salty tears from his son’s cheeks, Orion snapped his hips, forcing himself through Regulus’ tense muscles. Tearing through his boy’s body roughly.
Regulus screamed, the broken sound echoed through the room, washing over Orion like a symphony. The boy scrambled against the sheets, legs kicking wildly, desperate to get away from the painful intrusion.
“Don’t run from me, Regulus. You were made for this, taking my cock is what you were born to do. Endure.” Orion pushed hard on the middle of Regulus’ back, crushing him against the mattress, the breath knocked out of his lungs. He didn’t slow his hips, but when he looked down Orion was surprised to see the red smear of blood covering his cock. Perhaps he hadn’t prepared his boy as well as he should have. Dragging his finger through the blood, Orion showed his boy. “It is proof that you are pure, that you’ve saved yourself for me. You have made me proud, my wife.”
Regulus gagged, snot and tears dripped into his mouth, he was torn between happiness at his father’s words and the delirium of pain assaulting his lower half.
Keeping himself buried in his son’s cunt, Orion flipped the boy onto his back. Hauling Regulus’ body up onto Orion’s knees, he continued his brutal assault. He eyed the boy’s little cock, deflated and limp against his stomach. Despite the boy’s pleas his cunt clung to Orion’s cock, sucking it back in as Orion slowly pulled out.
A natural born whore. Just for Orion.
Regulus’ hole gaped without Orion’s cock to fill it, the rippled rim slick with blood and pre-cum. Running his fingers over the stretched muscle, Orion grinned wolfishly. He wasn’t worried, he could heal his boy’s injury with a simple wave of his wand. And he would, after he had his fun. He didn’t want his boy to start dreading this special time with his father.
His cunt swallowed Orion’s cock easily now, the muscle loosened from Orion’s rough treatment.
Thrusting slowly, Orion searched for that button deep inside his son. He found it easily.
Regulus jerked when Orion rubbed at the button with his tip, thrusting shallowly to keep constant pressure. Toes curling, his boy stirred, life blinking back into his eyes at the newfound pleasure.
“There we go, come back to me, boy,” Orion murmured encouragingly. “Does it still hurt?”
Shaking, Regulus nodded. “Sore.”
“Oh, Papa’s sorry,” Orion litted, “But you’ve done so well for me, just a little longer, you’ll learn to enjoy it, I promise.”
Mewling, his boy bit his lip. Blindly determined to make his Papa proud.
Slapping a hand onto Regulus’ lower belly, Orion moaned. “The fertility potions have worked well. I’ve grown you a womb right here,” he pushed down through his boy’s belly as he ground his cock deep. His fingers probed through soft flesh, searching for the feeling of the fresh womb but only finding the blunt tip of his cock, bulging through his stomach from the inside. “You’ll soon fulfill your duties as my wife. I’m sure my precious boy will provide me with many strong heirs.”
Regulus didn’t understand. Drool leaked from the corners of his mouth, his mind going blank with every thrust. Womb? Potions? He didn’t know what Papa was talking about.
The thought made Orion burn. Regulus, his perfect boy, his youngest, belly swollen and heavy with Orion’s child. Bending the boy in half, he sped up, no longer caring for the boy’s pleasure, he pumped into Regulus’ body taking his own. Gripping his hips Orion pulled him down to meet his every thrust, using the boy like a toy.
His pleasure built, coiling in his stomach ready to burst deep within his son. “You’ll be a good little wife for me, bred full and fat with my heirs. Yes, yes, that’s how I’ll keep you, both of you.” Orion smirked at the look on his son’s face, tongue lolling to the side, eyes rolled back, quiet grunts and whimpers sounding with every thrust. “Merlin, you feel so good around my cock. You were born to be fucked like this, weren't you?”
Regulus tightened around him at the words, his cunt spasmed sporadically as the boy fell into a forced orgasm with a silent scream, his little cock dribbled.
Throwing his head back and roaring with his own release, Orion poured his seed deep within his son’s body, where it would be kept safe in the boy’s womb. Thrusting through his own release, he ignored Regulus’ cries of overstimulation.
Regulus’ body milked him, the tight walls of his cunt squeezing Orion until he was left shivering and soft.
“Good boy, that’s my good boy,” Orion purred, proud of his son’s resilience. Regulus attempted to squeeze him tight with every word of praise, though the loose muscle simply fluttered weakly. “I’m proud of you, my son, my wife. You’ve done your duty well.”
Slumping over Orion rubbed his boy’s bulging belly. “Give Papa a minute and then we’ll go again. We’re not leaving this room until my seed has taken root.” Orion nuzzled Regulus’ sweat slick neck, pressing kisses to his pale skin. “You’ll be a good Mama, won’t you, you’ll make your Papa proud?”
Regulus’s cunt clenched, Orion’s seed dribbled from his gaping hole. Yet he still turned to cuddle closer to his father, happy that he’d made him proud. Regulus answered obediently, “Yes, Papa.”