Loki, Aralia, and the Omega Movement

Aralia made a trip to the healers to confirm her pregnancy, this time to a single child. Life continued on in Asgard, unchanged for a long time. Aralia gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She and Loki named her Emily. Aralia continued her regular visits to her family’s tavern. Her children grew older. The Omega Revolution was slow to brew. Aralia couldn’t see that the larger social construct of Aesir society was being changed, one person at a time, by her. Alpha males may talk about omegas like they are not people, but when those same alphas become fathers and watch their omega daughter get ‘claimed’ by a total stranger, their opinion is forever changed. Maybe not outwardly, not publicly, but the change in their heart is there. It is little wonder that loving parents bring their daughters, and sometimes their sons to Aralia. Knowledge is power.
Another 10 years went by. For some strange reason there has been a rather large baby boom in the kingdom these past few years. Omegas typically go into heat only once every 100 years. Betas and Gammas are usually able to conceive one, usually two children in the course of their long lives. An alpha/alpha couple is usually sterile. When Aralia went into heat only 3 years after her first heat, it was considered a fluke and a blessing. Then the same thing happened to Rosemarie, and then Yala. Rosemarie had a second heat 7 years after her first one , Yala had her second heat at the 9 year mark. So when Aralia experienced her 3rd heat at the 13 year mark, it got Lady Eir’s attention.
Loki and Aralia had not expected another heat again so soon. Their 3 children are all still small, and frankly, the thought of another infant keeping them up at night did not appeal to them. Usually the only people that try to suppress a heat are omegas that are trying to hide their identities. Aralia sat on the table in the healing room, fanning herself, as Lady Eir performed some tests on her. There’s nothing really wrong with being this fertile, it’s just so unusual. The various tests revealed that Aralia had higher levels of certain hormones. The levels of these hormones are directly stimulated by environment. In short a happy omega is a fertile omega. An abused omega is an infertile omega. It is not uncommon for an abused omega to only bare one child, the first child, and then never succeed in getting pregnant again. However, these test results did not fully satisfy the healer. She asks Loki if he will submit to testing as well. He agrees. What the healer finds surprises her. “It would seem that you two are the ultimate ideal biological match for each other. I suspect, that had you been bonded to a different alpha, even one that treated you well, you would still not be as fertile as you are with Prince Loki. The two of you were made quite literally for each other.” You smelled loving. The words echo in Loki’s mind. The mousy servant girl, she had sniffed out Gundirth. Yala on the other hand, decided to bond to Sven before the heat began. Loki now wonders, what did Sven smell like to Yala when the heat took hold of her? Did he smell loving? What if after agreeing to the bond, she had discovered she didn’t like his smell and wanted to change her mind? Thor smells like stale mead and dirty feet… These deals, these pre-bonding arrangements that the parents of omegas are making with the families of nobles, they could be backfiring in a terrible way. “My Prince, are you listening?” Loki looks up. “Forgive me Lady Eir, I was lost in thought.”
“I said you need to take your omega back to your bedchambers. She is getting very deep into her heat now and her needs must be addressed. Either you breed her again or you give her this.” Lady Eir hands Loki a small black potion bottle. “It will suppress the heat. She will be very uncomfortable the first few hours after taking it. Once she drinks it she will need to abstain from sex for 24 hours.”
Loki puts the potion bottle into his pocket and scoops up Aralia and carries her back to their bedchamber. Aralia is sweating profusely, and is almost to the point of having a fever. Neither she nor Loki wants to make another baby right now. Still, her heats are such a rare and precious gift, it seems like such a crime to waste it. Lady Eir said no sex once the potion is drunk; she didn’t anything about having sex beforehand. Loki smiles a wicked smile. There is no crime in enjoying the heat for a little while before putting on the procreation brakes. His poor omega is suffering now. It is time to alleviate her.
Aralia is lying on the bed panting heavily. With a wave of his hand Loki wisps away her clothing and summons a clone. “Fuck her.” He commands. Loki’s clone grins seductively. Loki slowly starts to undress himself while watching his clone rut his wife. The clone can penetrate her womb, can come inside her. But the clone’s seed is not real seed, he cannot impregnate her. It is essentially, a fake out. By the time Loki is finished stripping all his clothes off, his omega and his clone are climaxing together. Aralia hadn’t realized it until it was over, that it was a clone and not the real thing. When the real Loki joins them on the bed, she is surprised.
“Loki, what are you doing? I thought we decided not to breed this time. Where is the potion?” “Fear not my darling, he cannot impregnate you, and I will seek my pleasure from you in other ways.” “But the heat will only get worse if you don’t…” “Do not worry my love. Eventually I will give you the potion to quell your heat. I simply didn’t want to waste this precious opportunity for pleasure.”
Aralia smiles at her alpha. “Lay back down.” Loki commands Aralia. “Eat her.” He commands his clone. As the clone is repositioning itself lower down Aralia’s body, Loki moves to straddle the top portion of Aralia. Aralia takes Loki into her mouth, suckling him as his clone’s tongue penetrates her. Loki starts to rock his hips slightly, fucking her mouth. Aralia is finding it increasingly hard to concentrate, and hard to breathe. The pleasure shooting through Aralia’s core from the clone’s ministrations makes Aralia dig her fingers into Loki’s thigh. She gasps. “Don’t stop.” Loki commands her. She resumes her work and picks up the pace. She has one hand wrapped around his cock and moves the other between his legs. Her fingers graze his rear entrance. Gently she pushes a long digit into him, making Loki moan with pleasure. She searches with her finger until she finds that little nub. Like a pleasure button located on his prostate, Aralia pushes it. Loki cries out, and jerks forward involuntarily. Aralia starts massaging the spot over and over again as her head bobs on his cock. Loki can’t contain himself anymore. “Oh Gods Aralia! Ah. Ah. Ah.” His voice is hoarse. He blows his load into her hot mouth as Aralia climaxes, gushing her nectar into the awaiting mouth of the clone. For a moment all three are still.
Loki moves off Aralia to the side and she and the clone both sit up. Aralia and the clone both look to Loki, waiting for his next command. Loki thinks for a moment. “Lay on your back.” Loki tells his clone. The clone gladly obliges. “Mount him.” He commands Aralia. Aralia climbs on top of the clone and lowers herself onto its throbbing cock. Aralia then turns to look at Loki. Loki gets up from the bed and walks over to the desk where many of the extra salves and creams have been stashed. He pulls out a small white bottle filled with a clear viscous liquid. Loki walks back to the bed and gets behind Aralia. “Lean forward.” Aralia lowers the top of her body so that she is chest to chest with the clone, her ass arched into the air while still penetrated on the clone’s cock. The clone wraps his strong arms around her and strokes her hair as Loki coats two fingers with the liquid and penetrates Aralia’s ass. A small sound escapes her lips as Loki does this. Loki starts stretching her with his fingers. After a couple of minutes of this Loki pours a generous amount onto his hand and coats himself. He then takes the tip of the bottle and sticks it inside Aralia’s ass, pouring the contents inside of her lubricating her thoroughly.
Loki penetrates her slowly, inch by inch, stopping to let her adjust and stretch. This takes several minutes. Once he is buried fully inside her, he and his clone together both start a gentle rocking motion. Aralia starts moaning immediately. She clings to the clone for dear life as the sensations of the double penetration overwhelm her. They take their time with her. Gently, delicately fucking her. Slowly they increase their pace. With each increment Aralia’s moans grow louder. She starts chanting “Yes, yes, yes…” They increase their pace faster still until the both of them are pounding her thoroughly. Aralia climaxes, and as she does her insides clamp down and squeeze double Loki. The men both climax inside her in response, a pool of fluids on the bed beneath them. Loki pulls out of her, and then his clone disappears. They fall into each other’s arms, kissing and cuddling.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t make this last longer my love. I would like to think that I’ve managed to somehow fully satisfy you before I take your heat away.” Loki says to Aralia. They kiss each other passionately for several minutes. Loki has to stop himself, however, knowing that if he continues he will not able to resist the urge to spill his seed into her womb. Her scent calls to him, his instincts call to him, to fill her with child. He gets up from the bed and removes the black potion bottle from his pocket. Aralia takes it from him and drinks it. After several minutes Aralia starts to get muscle aches all over her body and she develops a headache. Quickly her lingering desire disappears, sex suddenly being the last thing in the world she could possibly want. Loki covers Aralia with a blanket and lets her sleep.
Loki got dressed and stepped out onto his balcony to overlook the garden. Loki hated giving her the potion, it has nasty side effects. It is also only a temporary fix. The potion can only work for a short time. The unintended consequence is that Aralia’s heats will actually come even more frequently. Her body will not be satisfied until her alpha gives her what she needs. At the rate they are going, Loki will have a dozen children before he and Aralia celebrate their first 100 year anniversary.
As Loki looks out upon Asgard, he can’t possibly know, that something important is about to happen. It is a small event involving only a handful of people, and it will happen not far from his doorstep. The implications and consequences of which are going the tear the Kingdom in two. Civil War is coming to Asgard.

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