Spoils

Even after T'Challa had changed into fresh clothes and cleaned away all evidence of his shameful response to the punishment, he still felt a lingering burn of embarrassment in his chest whenever he looked in Erik's direction.

"Is this really necessary? I can see the doctor by myself." T'Challa said to Erik as they were walking down to the medical bay. Truthfully, he wanted nothing more than to be far away from Erik right now. Erik hadn't done anything else to embarrass him, but T'Challa still couldn't even meet his eyes.

"I’m not letting you out of my sight for a minute," Erik said. "You're injured."

"I'm fine!" T'Challa protested, flushing with embarrassment at the reminder of the spanking. Damn alphas and their overprotectiveness. "It doesn't even hurt now!"

That wasn't exactly true. The initial sharp pain from the spanking had faded quickly, but his ass still felt a little sore, and he had winced earlier as he was putting on a fresh pair of trousers. T'Challa just wasn't used to feeling pain like that - a shameful, intimate kind of sting that lingered. In the past, the heart-shaped herb would have taken care of that, but now T'Challa just had to suffer.

This was entirely Erik's fault.

Erik rolled his eyes. "I'm coming with you. Stop arguing."

They had reached the medical bay. The automatic doors slid open as they approached.

Doctor Sabra was seated at her workstation. She stood up, eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected sight of the new King and his omega.

"T'Challa says that the transformation is complete," Erik informed her.

"Really? That's quite fast," Doctor Sabra said, looking surprised. "Usually it takes several days. With your permission, I can give Prince T'Challa a full checkup now to determine whether he has developed well and is in good health."

"Thank you, Doctor," Erik said as he made himself comfortable in an empty seat.

"I'm afraid that this examination might be slightly invasive," Dr Sabra warned T'Challa.

T'Challa's eyebrows rose as she handed him a thin paper gown. Wakandan technology was so advanced that invasive physical examinations weren't usually necessary. He couldn't recall ever having been asked to strip for a medical examination.

With some apprehension, T'Challa took the paper gown from the doctor and moved behind a folding privacy screen to get undressed. He removed his robes and undergarments, shivering as the cool air hit his bare skin.

The crinkly paper gown had no back, just a couple of string ties to enable it to be tied together behind his back. T'Challa gulped. His fingers slipped as he fumbled with the ties. His heart was pounding hard with nerves - he really didn't want to undergo some sort of embarrassing physical exam with Erik hovering around him. Yet he knew that the overprotective alpha would not take well to him asking for privacy, even if the only other person who would be seeing him naked was a medical professional.

"What's taking you so long?" Erik asked impatiently.

T'Challa's eyes widened in alarm as a hand drew back the folding screen. Erik poked his head into the changing area.

"I'm almost done!" T'Challa said hastily, trying with difficulty to knot the ties behind his back. He was used to servants doing things like this for him.

Erik raised an eyebrow at him as he watched T'Challa fumble for another few seconds. He sighed. "Turn around. I'll do it."

T'Challa felt extremely exposed as he turned his back so that Erik could assist him, knowing that the backless paper gown would give the alpha an eyeful of his bare ass and back. Even though he knew that Erik had already seen it all, he still couldn't help blushing as Erik swiftly finished tying the string ties.

He squeaked and jumped in surprise as Erik smacked him lightly on his ass.

"Done. Go on," Erik said.

T'Challa was too embarrassed to look Erik in the eye as he brushed past him. He made his way over to Doctor Sabra.

The first part of his examination proceeded as per normal. The doctor performed the usual scans on him, took his pulse and drew his blood. T'Challa winced as the thin needle pierced through his skin. He hadn't received injections in the past, the heart-shaped herb healing those pinprick wounds too quickly for blood to be drawn. This was a new and somewhat unpleasant experience.

"Your test results are all within the normal range for an omega," Dr Sabra informed them as she examined a holographic projection of his ultrasound scans. "I'm pleased to see that your uterus and ovaries have developed normally. It's not unusual for male omegas to experience some complications here, but it doesn't look like there's anything out of the ordinary."

After how much he had suffered during the change, T'Challa was relieved to hear that all was well. He started to get out of his seat, assuming that the checkup had been concluded, but Dr Sabra stopped him.

"Your Highness, we still have to conduct the physical examination. I'll be checking your physical reflexes and your responses to stimulation to see whether it's within the healthy range for an omega. Could you please get on that chair?"

She gestured at a reclining chair with stirrups attached. T'Challa's heartbeat sped up in alarm at the sight of the stirrups. This had to be the "physically invasive" segment of the checkup that the doctor had referred to just now.

T'Challa looked to Erik, wondering if Erik would get him out of this, but of course Erik had a vested interest in ensuring that his omega was healthy and fertile. Erik gave T'Challa a pointed glance, clearly indicating that he was expected to follow the doctor's instructions.

With no other choice, T'Challa got into the reclining chair. He winced at the small jolt of pain as his ass made contact with the padded seat. T’Challa stared up towards the ceiling, trying to calm himself down as he spread his legs. The physical examination hadn't even started and he was already terrified. T'Challa tried to tell himself that this was just an ordinary medical procedure, but his heart was racing as the doctor secured the stirrups around his ankles.

The stirrups were moved apart, spreading his legs wider. The vibranium restraints felt cold against T'Challa's bare skin. He dug his nail into the padded armrests, wishing he were anywhere but here.

Dr Sabra snapped on a pair of white latex gloves. She began to pull up the hem of his gown, exposing his thighs, then his groin.

T'Challa gritted his teeth, hating every aspect of his life right now. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Erik standing off to the side, looking possessive as well as irritated. He knew that if the doctor had been another alpha, Erik would never have permitted this.

The doctor's gloved hand took hold of his limp cock. "Five inches. Hairless testicles," she noted. "This is about average for an adult omega male."

Erik had moved closer until he was right next to T'Challa as well. He placed his hand on T'Challa's shoulder, tightening his grip so that his fingers were firmly pressing into T'Challa's skin. T'Challa could sense the waves of barely suppressed annoyance coming off Erik at the sight of someone else handling his omega in this fashion, even if it was for a legitimate medical reason.

The doctor was unfazed by this. T'Challa guessed that she was probably used to dealing with overprotective alphas. She took an instrument off the tray next to her - a metal speculum, the sight of which made T'Challa's eyes go wide with anxiety.

Doctor Sabra pumped some lubricant onto the speculum, then addressed T'Challa. "We'll need to collect samples of your slick for analysis. Then I'll check your physical reflexes - how your body reacts to being knotted, to see whether you're able to take an alpha's knot without injury. The test will be performed with a standard knotting dildo. Not to worry. Your alpha will be present throughout all this."

T'Challa bit back the automatic retort that he would have vastly preferred it if Erik wasn't present. He had already been embarrassed enough in front of Erik.

T’Challa braced himself as best as he could, but he still couldn’t suppress a sharp inhale as the lubed speculum breached his hole. The metal was hard, cold and unforgiving, so different from the only other time he’d been penetrated - on the day of the Challenge itself, when he had been irreversibly turned.

T’Challa whimpered as the speculum began to widen slowly, forcing his inner walls apart. It was a strange, unpleasant feeling that had him squirming in his seat, wishing that he could force his legs shut. He could feel himself automatically begin to slick up in response to the penetration, even though it was nothing like being fucked by an alpha’s cock - his omega body’s natural response to stimulation and penetration.

Erik still hadn't removed his hand from T’Challa’s shoulder. His fingers tightened against T’Challa’s shoulder, and the firm pressure was surprisingly comforting.

The jaws of the speculum stretched him wide inch by agonizing inch until the doctor was finally satisfied. T’Challa’s breath came out in shallow pants. It no longer felt cold within him, just foreign and somewhat unpleasant. He turned in Erik’s direction, instinctively seeking comfort, and Erik briefly patted him on the forehead.

Something scraped against his inner walls and T’Challa gasped, his toes curling at the unexpected sensation.

“You’re producing a healthy amount of slick,” the doctor noted. “I’ve just taken a sample of it for analysis. Your inner walls also look healthy, and you’ve loosened up well. That’s good. It’s often a concern with male omegas.”

“Mm,” T’Challa gasped out, hoping that it would all be over soon.

T’Challa just barely managed to hold back a sigh of relief as the speculum was slowly taken out of him, leaving him feeling unexpectedly empty. He blushed at the feeling of slick continuing to leak out of his hole, making his cheeks and inner thighs sticky and wet. Now he felt empty and aching, as if something was missing from within him. It was humiliating.

The doctor moved off to put the vial of slick aside. She returned with what looked like a large dildo, at least eight inches long, flared at the tip and with an inflatable knot at the base. At the sight of it, T’Challa’s eyes went wide.

“I’m going to test your ability to take a knot without injury,” Dr Sabra said.

"Must you do that? I’ve already been knotted during the Challenge!” T’Challa protested.

“And you were injured then,” the doctor said patiently. “You experienced some tearing that I had to patch up. But that night have been to the Change itself, which is why I need to verify whether you're able to take a knot. Unless your alpha has already knotted you recently without issue?”

T'Challa bit his lip. "No," he admitted.

"Stop fussing and do what the doctor says,"   Erik said. "It's just a checkup."

The dildo looked huge and extremely intimidating. T'Challa knew that it was about the average length of an alpha's cock, but without the hormonal haze of the Change clouding his kind, the thought of taking that monster into himself was terrifying. How was it ever going to fit? He had no idea how he had managed it the first time. His heartbeat started to race as the large dildo was brought closer and closer towards him -

Erik’s hand suddenly closed around the doctor’s wrist.

“No, don’t touch him. I’ll do that,” Erik said, his voice almost a growl.

To T'Challa's horror, the doctor handed the dildo to Erik without even putting up a fuss.

"Just insert it in," she instructed Erik. "The dildo will stimulate an alpha's thrusting, and the knot will inflate after approximately five minutes. The time taken will vary depending on Prince T'Challa's state of arousal - if he isn't sufficiently aroused, the knot won't inflate at all. After that, the knot will stay locked for approximately five minutes. The instrument will also monitor his body's ability to expand to accommodate the knot without injury and to milk the knot thereafter."

"A high-tech sex toy, huh? Interesting." Erik's eyes gleamed.

"Erik!" T'Challa protested weakly. The doctor's frank discussion of what the dildo would do and the knowledge that Erik would soon be using the - the high tech-sex toy on him had his face heating up with embarrassment. He squirmed, but there was nowhere he could run with his legs spread and firmly secured in the stirrups.

"This won't hurt if you relax," Erik said, giving him a wicked little smirk.

T'Challa could feel the sharp edge of Erik's predatory desire across their mental bond, could tell exactly how much he was enjoying the sight of T'Challa spread out before him and completely at his mercy. It was at once arousing as well as terrifying. Despite his predicament, he could feel his cock twitch with interest, and he was starting to slick up again. The thought of how obvious his arousal would look in his current position, with his gown pulled up to expose his groin and his legs spread wide to expose his hole, had him cringing internally in shame. The shame did nothing to tamp down his arousal. T'Challa was beginning to realize, to his horror, that it actually just heightened the pleasure by making him painfully aware of his body's reactions.

"Just relax," Erik repeated, which was all the warning T'Challa got before the flared head of the dildo was pressing into him.

T'Challa's mouth fell open as the dildo was fed into him inch by agonizing inch. The material of the silicone toy was much more unforgiving and rigid compared to a human cock. It spread his walls wider apart, wider even than the speculum, an aching stretch that had him gasping and futilely trying to squirm away from the intrusion. The pace was slow to give him time to adjust, but he had never been spread so wide apart before, and each shallow thrust had him whining and keening from the burn. Erik was gentle, but the dildo was still big enough to hurt.

It finally bottomed out, the knotted base pressed up against his taint. T'Challa panted, trying to catch his breath as the initial aching stretch resolved into something much more pleasant. He felt warm all over, flush with a heady mixture of arousal and embarrassment as Erik skilfully manipulated the toy within him.

Without warning, the dildo buzzed to life, beginning to stimulate the hard thrusts of an alpha's cock. Even Erik looked somewhat surprised.

T'Challa just about managed to hold back a shriek. He arched against the chair, flushed and panting, as the toy begin to give him an extremely thorough fucking. The lewd sound of the toy thrusting within him in sync with his high-pitched moans filled the room. His cock stood out stiffly in front of him, hard and slick with precome at the tip. He whined and attempted to spread his legs, trying to entice his alpha into jerking him off (he was so close, so close), to work the toy ever deeper into his hungry little hole -

"You're showing a good physical response, Prince T'Challa," the doctor said. "You've loosened up well, and you're producing a very healthy amount of slick."

"That's just great," T'Challa gasped. He was too far gone right now to even feel shame. With the dildo thrusting deep into him, it was as if his mind had shut down. He couldn't think straight. He knew that he had to look like a wreck right now, with tears of desperation burning in his eyes, reduced to a desperate omega panting and drooling on a fake alpha cock. But it felt so good that he just wanted more.

As if he had read T'Challa's mind, Erik began to rotate the dildo within him with each thrust in. This time T'Challa couldn't had back his cries of ecstasy at the delicious friction of the toy screwing into him. Each time the toy nailed his prostate sent a jolt of pure bliss through him, making him see stars. His balls tightened heat pooling in his groin in anticipation of his climax.

"The knotting feature should initiate quite soon," the doctor said.

Almost immediately, T'Challa felt a firm pressure against the rim of his hole. The next few thrusts forced the expanding knot past his sore, stretched rim until it was locked within him, huge and hard against his slick inner walls. It was just what his omega body wanted. He climaxed with a cry, cock coming untouched and spurting white come against his own belly.

He could feel the knot continuing to pulse deep within him, simulating the sensation of an alpha cock releasing come. His own body was clamped down tightly against the fake knot, milking it in rhythmic contractions in time with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He sighed in bliss, feeling warm and relaxed all over after being so satisfyingly fucked and knotted.

Slowly, T'Challa came to his senses as the pleasant fog covering his mind lifted.

A wave of complete mortification swept over him, making his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He couldn't believe he had just come all over himself in front of Erik. Erik,  who was now watching him with a hungry gleam in his eyes.

"Doctor Sabra, please leave. I'm sure you have all the data you need." Erik's voice was low and controlled, but the irises of his eyes were shining gold.

T'Challa, completely enraptured by the look on his alpha's face, barely even noticed the doctor's departure. The minute the doors slid shut, Erik was pulling him in for a hot, fierce kiss.

T'Challa melted into his alpha’s embrace as Erik’s tongue explored his mouth. The alpha’s kisses were hard and bruising, Erik occasionally pausing to nip at his bottom lip, coaxing T’Challa’s mouth open as he gasped.  

He’s never kissed me like this before, T’Challa thought dizzily. Not of his own accord. The only other time they had kissed had been during the Challenge, when they’d both been compelled to do so. Strange, to realize that he had never shared an intimate moment like this with the man that he was about to be married to.

The stirrups around his ankles released as Erik deactivated them with his kimoyo beads. The next moment, Erik was in between his legs. He pulled T’Challa forward to the edge of his seat, so close that they were almost chest to chest. Erik was still clothed, but he yanked his pants down in one swift motion with T’Challa’s eager help.

A small part of T’Challa’s mind was reeling at how fast things were progressing, trying to warn him that this was all just due to hormones, but it was overpowered by the rest of his instincts. His alpha wanted him. His alpha wasn’t angry at him any longer. It all felt so right and natural that he didn’t want it to stop.

T’Challa let Erik arrange himself between his spread legs. He yelped, more from surprise than pain, as Erik tugged the deflating knot out of his stuffed hole. The toy tugged against his stretched rim on the way out before it popped free with a lewd squelch, leaving him empty. His hole was loose and wet, just waiting to be filled.

He eagerly wrapped his legs around Erik, cradling them around his waist, as Erik spread his cheeks apart and lined up his hard cock against T’Challa’s entrance. T’Challa whimpered, tensing up automatically as Erik thrust into him before he forced himself to relax. It felt so different from the fake silicone toy, and the sensation of his alpha’s cock filling him up sent thrills of pleasure through his body, despite the lingering soreness from being knotted earlier. Omega bodies were built to take - and to enjoy - prolonged sessions of sex.

Erik’s thrusts were hard enough that he was pounded back into the chair with each snap of his hips. Sweat beaded on T’Challa’s brow as he panted against Erik’s shoulder, moaning in conjunction with his grunts, hips canting upwards to meet his thrusts.

Erik fondled him in between strokes, hands exploring the expanse of T'Challa's body. He was rough and possessive - flicking T'Challa's nipples, teasing at his cock and balls - the expert motions of an alpha who knew exactly how to manipulate an omega's body to draw out the responses he wanted. Shudders ran through T'Challa's body. He was responding in ways that weren't wholly familiar to him - the sensations sweeping over him in this moment had no exact analogue to whatever he'd felt before as an alpha. In the proximity of his alpha, the sensation of each light touch was intensified - his skin feeling ten times more sensitive than before, his body reacting instinctively in ways that his mind couldn't quite process, moving in sync with his alpha.

Half-drunk on pleasure and lust, T'Challa spread his legs to encourage Erik deeper in. He was moaning through it all, letting out desperate, high-pitched little whimpers that would have him blushing later at the memory of it.

His voice broke at the sensation of Erik's knot beginning to expand within him, pressing relentlessly against the outer ring of muscle. "Please - I want -"

T'Challa moaned long and loud as Erik forced the knot into him in one hard thrust. It was so big - so much thicker than Erik's cock that it had T'Challa squirming, caught and with nowhere else to run. Waves of pleasure rippled outwards from deep within his core, sweeping him under. His eyelids fluttered shut as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, his inner walls clenching around Erik's cock as he was filled with come.

There was the faintest brush of lips against his own.