Spoils

The wine that T’Challa had drunk during the wedding feast was now making him a bit unsteady on his feet. The high heels that he wasn’t accustomed to wearing didn’t help. He had to lean on Erik for support. Erik wrapped a muscled arm around his waist, keeping him steady as they walked back to their bedroom, which suddenly seemed much farther away than he remembered.

“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” T’Challa admitted, resting his head on Erik’s shoulder. He hadn’t liked being the centre of attention, but it hadn’t been so bad with Erik beside him.

Erik’s lips brushed lightly against his cheek, so briefly that T’Challa almost wasn’t sure whether he had imagined it. Suddenly he found himself being swept off his feet. Erik was carrying him with one arm under T’Challa’s legs, the other supporting his back in a bridal carry. T’Challa looked up into Erik’s eyes, eyes wide with surprise as Erik grinned down at him.

“Erik? Put me down!” T’Challa yelped. He looked around frantically, desperately hoping that no one else had seen Erik literally sweep him off his feet. But thankfully the halls were empty - almost everyone else in the palace was at the feast.

“It’s painful watching you stumble around like that,” Erik said. "Let me."

T'Challa gave in with barely a struggle. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, against his better judgment. But right now he was feeling lightheaded and tipsy and his feet hurt. It was simply so much easier to relax and let Erik take care of him.

T'Challa wound an arm around Erik's neck for support as Erik carried him back to their bedroom. Erik placed him down on the centre of their king-sized bed, and with a sigh of relief, T'Challa kicked the heels off.

"I'm never wearing these again," T'Challa declared, wiggling his toes.

Erik grinned. "They look good on you though. Makes your legs look longer."

T'Challa inhaled sharply as Erik's fingers trailed past his knee, up his thigh. He paused as he reached the garter, then began to roll and snap the elastic band between his fingers, a delighted smirk on his face.

"You're wearing garters? Fuck, that's hot." Erik's voice was rich and low, and the sound of that low purr, coupled with the way that Erik was touching him, brought a hot flush to T'Challa's cheeks. Heat seemed to be simmering under his skin, almost as if he was intoxicated, even though he hadn't even drunk that much wine.

He knew what Erik wanted, and still he didn't resist. It wasn't as if this was the first time he would be fucked by Erik, but this - this felt different. During the Challenge, he had been completely overpowered and swept away by his unfamiliar omega instincts, and during the medical appointment, he had been strapped down and too horny to think straight. But this would be the first time he would be willingly submitting to Erik. The thought sparked a new frisson of excitement down his spine.

T'Challa took a deep breath and gathered his courage, then let his legs fall apart as he hiked up the hem of the silky gown up past his thighs. Embarrassment made him feel hot and shivery all over, and he was shaking slightly as he looked up to meet Erik's eyes, which were gleaming a hungry gold. The air between them seemed charged with tension, suffused with the heavy musk of alpha arousal and the sweet scent of omega slick. He was so desperately wet right now that he was sure that his panties were ruined.

T'Challa's breath hitched as Erik hooked his fingers into the waistband of his panties and began peeling them down, almost agonizingly slowly. He lifted his hips and shimmied to wriggle out of them, but the panties somehow got tangled in with the straps of his garters, pinching at his thighs.

With an impatient growl, Erik flexed his fingers and ripped the panties all the way off. T'Challa gasped in shock as the fabric tore easily under Erik's enhanced strength. Alarm spiked in his chest, followed swiftly by intense desire - that was just hot.

"Bast," T'Challa swore under his breath, faintly humiliated to discover that his voice came out hushed and breathy, almost in a whimper. He was shaking with the effort of holding himself back as his cock was bared to Erik's hungry gaze. Need thrummed through his blood, sharpening his senses, making his skin feel hot and oversensitive. He was burning all over with desire, aching with the need to have Erik fuck into his slick and empty hole.

T'Challa cried out, back arching off the bed as Erik spread his thighs wider apart and lowered his mouth to T'Challa's cock. He keened as wet warmth constricted around his cock, Erik's tongue swirling around the tip and along the shaft until he was practically seeing stars. Tears of pleasure burned in the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't hold himself back from crying out loud as he thrust up into Erik's mouth, the sound of his breathless moans filling the room along with the obscene wet noises Erik was now making around his cock.

Erik sucked his cock like a pro, barely gagging even though T'Challa's cock had to have been hitting the back of his throat with each thrust. His tongue expertly flicked around the sensitive head of his cock, accompanied by delicious suction as his mouth tightened around the length of T'Challa's shaft.

Occasionally, he would pull off almost all the way and lift his eyes to T'Challa's face to watch his reaction. Each time T'Challa would squirm as he tried to restrain himself from begging like a horny slut, but it was futile. His bitten-off pleas soon turned into outright, shameless begging. To his relief, Erik was too impatient to tease him for long, and as his mouth closed around T'Challa's cock again, taking his cock down almost to the base, T'Challa couldn't stifle his long, low groan of satisfaction.

The sight of his alpha's head bobbing up and down between his spread legs was unbelievably arousing. T'Challa let out a whimper as familiar pressure began to build up in his pelvic area, his balls drawing up and tightening as his climax approached. With a sharp gasp, he stiffened as his cock jerked and began releasing spurts of come into his alpha's mouth.

Erik swallowed it all, looking as pleased as if he were a cat finishing off a saucer of cream. His beard was wet with traced of T'Challa's come and slick as he pulled off. Erik carelessly wiped it away with the back of his hand.

T'Challa let his head fall back against the soft pillows as he panted for breath, waves of bliss still thrumming through his body. But the fire burning within T'Challa still wasn't sated even though he had already come once. For some reason, after the transformation, he no longer felt properly satisfied if he came only by having his cock stimulated - it just wasn't enough. He was still dropping wet and desperate to get fucked. His hole felt hot and empty, all slicked up but with nothing in it.

A moan fell from T'Challa's lips, breathless and needy, as he turned his head towards Erik again. "Please - I want -" he begged.

Erik gave him another rough, sloppy kiss, almost hard enough to bruise as T'Challa eagerly spread his legs again, inviting Erik to slot his body between them. Erik moved T'Challa's thighs apart and bent his knees back almost to his chest so that his pelvis was tilted upwards, his hole exposed.

The tip of a finger probed against the rim of his hole, and T'Challa groaned, overwhelmed with the feeling of neediness and breathless anticipation. It was just barely enough to soothe away the worst of the almost painful urge to get fucked, but not even close enough to making him feel full. He still felt horribly empty inside, desperately wanting to get fucked hard with a thick alpha cock and knot.

Erik didn't bother prepping T'Challa for too long. It was clear that T'Challa was already wet and open enough to take his cock easily. T'Challa could feel the broad head of Erik's cock nudging against his entrance before Erik began to push all the way in, heedless of T'Challa's choked-off gasps.

The feeling of a long thick cock entering him had T'Challa writhing in delight, hands scrabbling against the surface of the sheets for purchase. Shocks of mind-numbing pleasure jolted through his body, setting his nerves afire. His skin felt hot and tight, almost as if he were bursting, so full was he with the feeling of being complete, united with his alpha in the most intimate way.

As Erik began to thrust hard into him, T'Challa arched up to meet him with each stroke, wrapping his legs around Erik's hips to get better leverage and penetration. The pleasurable burn of Erik's cock brushing against his insides had him moaning without restraint, too far gone into pleasure to recall his initial feelings of embarrassment. He rutted up against Erik, his cock, now completely hard again, dragging against the rippled surface of the alpha's muscled abs as he urged Erik deeper into him. Each time the blunt head of Erik's cock brushed against his prostate  T'Challa let out a breathless moan, toes curling with pleasure as he was fucked hard just the way he liked.

He could sense through their mental bond that Erik was close to climaxing too as his thrusts became harder and less controlled. It was incredible, the feeling of his alpha's emotions wrapped so tightly around his own that he almost couldn't tell where he ended and Erik began. It was as if they were united in one single body, melded together in a haze of bliss and lust.

Suddenly, T'Challa could feel Erik's knot beginning to swell within him. The thick base tugged against his rim with each thrust as it began to expand just outside him. With a grunt and a forceful snap of his hips, Erik fucked the knot past the tight ring of muscles. T'Challa cried out loud at the increasing sense of pressure, almost to the point of pain as the knot forced his walls apart, trapping the come and slick within him as Erik's cock jerked and began to release copious amounts of come.

T'Challa's omega instincts purred in delight at the feeling of the thick knot within him, the sensation of warmth flooding his insides, filling him up perfectly. He had been waiting for this all night. Instinctively, he dug his nails into the scarred, bumpy skin of Erik's back, to ensure that his alpha wouldn't be able to get away before he had properly milked him dry to increase the chances of pregnancy.

As the rush of hormones began to fade away, T'Challa started to feel that the knot within him was so huge as to be almost uncomfortable. He shifted around to try and get into a more comfortable position, but his squirming just caused Erik to tighten his grip on him.

"You're not going anywhere yet," Erik said posessively, his eyes still ringed with gold. He rolled T'Challa over until they were both on their sides, face to face, the movement causing the large knot to jostle within T'Challa. T'Challa squeaked in surprise, but the new position did feel much better, especially when Erik hooked his leg over T'Challa's stocking-clad thighs and reached out to cuddle him close to his chest.

At another time, T'Challa might have protested at being manhandled so suddenly, but he felt so good now that he just wanted to let himself melt into his alpha's arms. Erik's possessiveness satisfied his omega instincts in just the right way - it made him feel safe and wanted.

He snuggled into Erik's arms and let his eyelids fall shut and his breathing even out. Their chests rose and fell in unison as they waited out Erik's knot.