Loki, Aralia, and the Omega Movement

Aralia and Loki watch as their two babies toddle along. The wet nurses having long been replaced by regular nannies, were given the day off. Today is a family day, the twins’ birthday. Aralia’s life has settled into an interesting routine. Raising her children, attending to royal duties, learning the finer points of political subterfuge from Frigga, Aralia has a rich and busy life. Twice a month Aralia makes the trip down to the family tavern to visit, and provide certain clandestine community services. On the days that she comes, the line going into the tavern sometimes stretches down the street. She doesn’t advertise what she does, and nobody openly talks about it either. Every parent of a young Aesir looks at her with knowing eyes. If you have a child nearing the age of the change, you take them to see the princess. People have learned to watch the princess closely. One time she made the mistake of grabbing a young woman by the arm and whispering into her ear in a busy marketplace. It was obvious to anyone watching what the young woman was being told. After the princess left, a mob broke out and alphas started fighting each other, though she had not yet gone into heat. In the chaos her dress was ripped off her body and one of the men tried to mount her right there in the street. The royal guards intervened on her behalf. The girl was taken home to her parents and some of the men involved were tossed into the dungeon. Until the heat takes place, until the change occurs, she is a child in the eyes of the law. She cannot be claimed pre-emptively. She went into heat 3 hours later. The men were let go. Aralia found out about the incident afterwards and felt incredibly saddened by it. She needs to be more careful.
Loki and Frigga know about Aralia’s little ‘hobby’. Odin and Thor appear to be oblivious. Eventually, however, Odin will find out. The incidents of forced claiming of omegas has dropped dramatically in recent months. Somehow, many of the omegas are managing to prearrange their bonding with a noble. The number of omegas coming to court have skyrocketed. Loki predicted as much. The alpha, gamma, and beta courtiers are starting to feel outnumbered. Tensions are rising among the noblemen’s wives. Frigga is doing what she can to keep a lid on all of it.
It has been about 3 years since the day of the blindfold, as Loki calls it. Out in a meadow on some blankets, the royal family is gathered for a picnic. Fenrir runs around in circles as Evelina chases him. Their giggles are infectious. Aralia and Loki sit side by side watching them. The four adults talk about unimportant things as the children play. It is a nice cool breezy day. Loki is surprised to find Aralia fanning herself, and sweating. “Aralia dear are you alright?” asks Frigga. Aralia nods. “I thinks so. I don’t know why I’m sweating so much.” Loki eyes her wearily. People don’t sweat profusely for no reason. As the minutes pass Loki starts to notice a familiar smell. “By the Nine! Aralia-you’re in heat!” Loki exclaims. Frigga leans in and takes a whiff. It is faint, but it is just beginning. “How is that possible? It has only been 3 years!” says Odin. “It doesn’t matter. Loki take Aralia home and see to her needs. We will see to the children.” Says Frigga.
Loki wraps his arms around Aralia. A puff of green smoke later they are back in their bedchamber. Loki starts undressing Aralia to make her comfortable. Her scent is starting to roll off her body now and Loki’s cock swells in response. Her heat will last for days and Loki wants to savor every minute of it. Every once in a while Loki feels like dominating Aralia. Today is one of those times. He wants to tease her to the point of begging him to fuck her. Since her heat is just getting started now is the time to do it. Aralia is already completely naked, but Loki still has on his tunic and pants. When Aralia reaches to remove the rest of his clothes Loki slaps her hand away. “Oh no my beautiful Omega, that will not do.” Loki is using his commanding Alpha tone. Aralia will never admit it to Loki, but she loves it. She likes being dominated. She likes tender loving too. The sweetness of Loki gazing deeply into her eyes while making gentle passionate love to her is always wonderful. But every now and again, Aralia likes to have her hair pulled and be ridden like a prize mare at a horse race. She smiles at Loki seductively.
“Scoot back up the bed.” Aralia scoots up until her back is leaning against the head board. “Open your legs.” Aralia slowly spreads her legs. Though they have been together for three years and have done all sorts of intimate things to each other’s bodies, she still blushes when Loki makes her do this. “Wider. I want to look at you.” Her legs are now spread indecently wide for his full viewing pleasure. “Touch yourself.” “Loki-I…” “NO TALKING.” Aralia obeys and with her right hand starts tracing the outside of her petals with her fingers. Loki is sitting on the end of the bed, a maniacal evil grin on his face. If actual heat could radiate from Loki’s eyes it would sear Aralia’s flesh. The wetness between Aralia’s legs is thick. She takes two fingers and inserts them into herself. Aralia’s body shudders from her movements. Her gaze meeting Loki’s, a begging behind her eyes. She is panting now, moans are escaping her lips. “Taste yourself.” Aralia blushes again. Taking her fingers from her center she places them into her mouth and sucks them clean. “Do you want to taste me Aralia?” She silently nods her head. Loki sheds his clothes. His throbbing cock bobs free as his pants are removed.
He climbs up the bed and kneels between her spread legs. His cock is level with her mouth. Loki places both hands on the top of the headboard. Aralia places her hands on Loki’s hips and takes him deeply into her mouth. She needs him so badly. The heat fills her with an insatiable need. She quite literally thirsts for him. She relaxes her jaw as much as she can, determined to swallow the entire length of him. Getting past the initial gage reflex she takes him deeply into her throat and squeezes him with her muscles. Then she begins to hum. The vibration of her vocal cords catches Loki off guard and he involuntary braces himself against the headboard, trying desperately not to lose control. After a moment of this delicious torture she pulls back off him and then starts bobbing her head quickly. She moves her hands from his hips to his balls and shaft, gripping, playing, teasing. Loki’s voice becomes a little high pitched, “Ah, ah-ralia, darling…I’m, ah Gods! I’m going to come. I’m going to….AHHHH!” She takes him back deep into her throat again as Loki spills his seed into her mouth. She sucks his cock like she is sucking honey from a straw, eager for every sticky drop.
Loki had not wanted to come so quickly and so early. How does she make him do that? He is going to make her pay for that. Loki moves backward slightly. He grabs underneath both her knees, pulling her body down so that she is flat on her back. Loki moves back some more and places his head at her entrance. He traces her petals with his tongue, lavishing extra attention on the apex of her clitoris. She tastes like honey wine. Aralia’s body is covered in sweat. Her body’s need for his seed is palpable now. If she goes without it much longer she will develop a fever. But Loki is determined to drag this out as long as possible, and he is not going to give her what she needs until she begs him for it. He starts rhythmically pumping his fingers in and out of her, bringing her close to release and then pulling back. He does this to her repeatedly, her frustration showing on her face. She bites her lip, whining and whimpering as Loki teases her. Tears are in her eyes now and finally she can take no more. “Loki Please! Please FUCK ME! FUCK ME PLEASE! FUCK ME! I NEED YOU! I NEED YOUR SEED! GIVE ME CHILDREN!” She is screaming at him.
Down in the royal gardens a large number of noblemen, courtiers, and warriors are gathered enjoying the beautiful cool breezy spring day. People are walking up and down the paths of the gardens, smelling the flowers and chatting with friends. But there is a sudden disturbance to the peace. Just above the gardens, is the balcony that leads to Prince Loki’s private quarters. The door that leads from the balcony to his room was left open. To everyone’s shock the sound of a woman, (obviously the princess) is heard screaming, begging to be fucked. Then the banging sound comes. Loud. Steady. Unending. BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG…accompanied by more yelling, more loud moaning by both participants. Lady Sif turns to Thor and says, “Your brother is going to need a new headboard.”
For 4 days the noises continue. The garden is effectively cleared out, except for a curious few that stay to listen. Finally one them emerges. It is Prince Loki. For a man that has been VERY physically active the last few days, he looks amazingly rested and refreshed. It is noon time as Loki enters the feasting hall for lunch. Upon sight of the Prince the hall erupts into cheers and applause. Loki looks about confused, and spots Thor. Thor is blushing bright red and covering his mouth to hide a smile. His body is shaking as if to suppress a laugh, and Thor is refusing to make eye contact with Loki. Somewhere in the hall a few men start to sing ‘Hail the Conquering Hero….’ Fandral runs up to Loki and snakes an arm around his shoulder. “Here he is everyone, the God of Sex!” A horrified look overtakes Loki’s face as he realizes that people heard his coupling with Aralia. He involuntarily smiles, out of embarrassment. Loki tries to escape, but Fandral keeps a tight grip on him and leads Loki up to the high table to sit next to his Brother.
For several minutes Thor and Loki do not speak nor make eye contact. Finally Thor turns to Loki with a twinkle in his eye. Oh great, here it comes… “So brother, should we be expecting another set of twins next year?” Thor says with a laugh in his voice. “Jealous much brother!” Loki bites out. Thor swallows at this, his face somber. “Yes, actually.” Loki stops chewing and looks at him. “Loki I must confess to you, these past couple of years I have become very jealous of you.” “Why?” “The love you have with Aralia is so beautiful and genuine. It is the envy of the nine realms. Your children are beautiful, and here you sit, your omega with child yet again, and so soon. I wish to have what you have.” “Then why have you not taken an omega Thor? The Norns know you have had many offerings.” Thor shrugs at this. “I do not know Loki. I wish I could explain it. But none of the omegas I’ve met thus far have appealed to me. Not even Aralia when she presented herself. I feel like I am waiting for someone, and I’m beginning to fear that I will never meet her.”

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