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Teen Wolf || Stetalion || Teen Wolf || The Lore Keeper's Legacy || Teen Wolf || Stetalion || Teen Wolf
Title: The Lore Keeper's Legacy – Stiles' Cherrytober
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, established relationship, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, heat cycle, Alpha Peter, explicit intercourse, double penetration, anal, knotting, breeding
Main Pairing: Deucalion/Peter/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Deucalion Blackwood
Cherrytober Prompt: Aphrodisiac + breeding
Summary: Stiles is in heat. Him and his alphas agreed beforehand that they'd try for a baby.
The Lore Keeper's Legacy
Stiles' Cherrytober
Stiles gasped breathlessly as he found himself sandwiched between his mates. A keening noise escaped him when Peter latched onto one side of his neck from behind, while Deucalion attached himself to the other side of his neck, like they were competing for who could leave the bigger hickey on him (and it would not even be the first time they did that).
"Waited for this for so long," Peter muttered against his skin. "Finally gonna knock you up, darling, can't wait to see you all round with our pups, happy and well-bred."
Fuck. Stiles moaned out, bucking into Peter's grasp on his cock. Peter and Deucalion had been whispering filth like that for months now. Picturing Stiles pregnant, how beautiful he would be, how surely he'd carry pups from both of them if they put enough cum in him first, what a good parent he would be, how much they couldn't wait to knock him up. At first, Stiles took it purely as dirty talk, until Kali, with a deadpan expression, had informed him that the two were very much serious.
A flustered and squeaked conversation had followed in which Peter and Deucalion had been endearingly sheepish about the whole thing. They knew that Stiles took his duty as the Alpha Pack's Lore Keeper very seriously and wouldn't want a pregnancy to interrupt his studies, but their desires grew stronger and harder to deny so they had been compensating by turning it into dirty talk. While Stiles appreciated that they accepted his current life priorities, he still thought they could have brought it up with him and talked to him about how much they wanted pups.
He'd joined the Alpha Pack pretty much right after high school graduation, having been incredibly intrigued by the enforcers of werewolf society, who held Alphas accountable and made sure everything took its rightful course, back when the Alpha Pack had come to Beacon Hills when they had kind of… too many Alphas at their hands. Peter, freshly resurrected and still very much an Alpha, Derek having risen to Alpha status after killing Peter and Scott being in the middle of becoming a True Alpha. One pack with three Alphas was… not the norm, outside of the Alpha Pack. So the Alpha Pack had come to aid. One of the solutions had been that Peter joined the Alpha Pack's ranks, more than willing to turn his back on the town that had caused him so much grief and trauma. They'd also helped Derek settle into his new role as Alpha and eased Scott's transition between Beta and Alpha, helping him build his own pack alongside the Hale Pack.
Stiles had been enthralled by that. They actually sat down and helped Derek rekindle things with Boyd and Erica, integrating them back into the Hale Pack, helped Jackson with his trauma and with finding his own place in the pack. Because the Alpha Pack's Emissary, Marin Morrell, also specialized in these type of things; she had posed as their guidance counselor, having gone ahead to get a feeling for the situation in Beacon Hills before her pack had come. Their Emissary was more than just an Emissary though, they were the so-called Lore Keeper, the one who gathered all the knowledge and laws of the supernatural world. Stiles had been filled with yearning for that knowledge near immediately and even after the Alpha Pack left again, once Scott's pack was more built and the Hale Pack had stable bonds, Stiles stayed in eager contact with Marin, until she offered him an apprenticeship, mentioning how she had wanted to retire for a while now.
Stiles took the offer right after high school and, working this closely with Deucalion and Peter, former lovers who had rekindled their flame after the pack had left Beacon Hills again, it was so easy to fall for them both. Peter always had that certain appeal to Stiles and Deucalion was so charming and handsome too and yeah, Stiles was fully gone on them within half a year and after a year with the Alpha Pack, they held their mating ceremony. It took two more years of training under Marin for Stiles to officially take over the duties as Lore Keeper two months ago.
He'd realized how much his mates wanted pups about four months ago and he had made plans and preparations for his next upcoming heat, after taking enough time to really think this through for himself. For a few weeks, he'd just freaked out, thinking he was too young or would screw that up, but his current pack as well as his old packs had reassured him that he would be a great parent. When he told his mates, after the official passing of the lore book ceremony, that he was ready to try for a baby, Deucalion and Peter had nearly ravished him on the spot. Which would have been very embarrassing on account of their entire pack being present (and the Hale Pack and the McCall Pack, because everyone wanted to celebrate Stiles. Which also included his dad, so, yeah. Embarrassing).
"You're so good for us, darling," Deucalion murmured, lips dragging over Stiles' collarbone.
The Alpha had Stiles on his lap, impaled on his impressive cock, bouncing and bobbing and moaning like there was no tomorrow. Peter behind Stiles was also thrusting into the omega in a steady rhythm, in whenever Deuc pulled out, pulling out whenever Deucalion slipped in. It was torturous, it was heaven – and it was a rare treat Stiles only got during his heats, because even an omega wasn't really meant to take two Alpha cocks and knots. If alphas were better endowed than betas and omegas? The capital-A kind of pack leaders really had something to show. And Stiles loved when his mates showed him. Even during his heat, they made sure to fuck him individually first, to really open him up for them, before they let him take two knots though.
"Deuc," Stiles whined in frustration, bucking up. "Peter!"
Both his alphas were so damn busy praising him and talking about how pretty he'd be once he would be 'well-bred', as Peter liked to call it, they seemed to forget the actual breeding here. Stiles needed to get off and he absolutely needed them to come again, fill him again, make him feel sated and full and just knowing in the back of his mind that their seed would take. Deucalion growled softly, nipping at Stiles' jaw as he thrust deeper into him, the base of his knot slowly forming. Oh, yes, that was the stuff. Peter behind him chuckled, biting Stiles' neck.
"You are intoxicating when you're in heat," Peter sighed, lazily dragging his nose along the span of pale and probably hickey-covered neck. "I want to bottle your scent up so we can enjoy it even when you're not in heat. It's simply divine, absolutely delicious, sweetheart. I can't wait to see what you'll smell like once you're pregnant, it's going to drive us positively insane."
It was a sign of how far gone Stiles was that he didn't have an insanity related quip in regards to the Alpha's first attempts at being Alpha. As was, all Stiles could do was moan wantonly and come hard when Peter finally jerked him off properly. Peter growled, thrusting deeper to allow his knot to catch too. Stiles made a strangled noise when both their knots stretched him impossibly wide and their cum seemed to fill him more than should be humanly possible, like he ought to burst.
"So beautiful," Peter commented, resting a hand on Stiles' extended stomach. "So gorgeous for us."
Deucalion hummed his agreement as he cupped Stiles' stomach with both hands to see for himself. Stiles just offered a lazy smile to them, sated for now, and drifting off to a well-deserved nap.
~*~ The End ~*~