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Filled: Older Lukas/Trans Peter, impregnation

[(Anonymous)]

This idea is too hot so I dashed this out. Will edit it later for ao3.

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After, Peter's relatives took him out of the cave chapel and back into the house. He was sat on a sofa, still dazed from communion as the older men and women broke off into small groups, talking quietly over celebratory wine. A glass was pressed into Peter's hand and he sipped it obediently as he watched as few uncles or cousins or some sort of relation began a card game. Their talking and laughter was oddly distant, like there was a fog obscuring them. Occasionally they would look over at Peter appraisingly but none spoke to him. It was just as well, by his third glass he was sure he was too deep in a stupor to be up for cards. He had expected his relatives to leave after the ceremony but they stayed stubbornly around, growing more enthusiastic as they made their way through the bottles. Was there another ritual coming? It was frustrating that no one told him these things.

It was past midnight when he was shook from his daze by the sound of one of his uncles being slapped on the back by the other card players. He must have won judging by his grin.

"Well played Nathaniel," someone said.

"You going to take your winnings here?" another asked.

"Yes," Nathaniel said, "There's no point in waiting, this is a celebration."

Then he did the most confusing thing. He came over to Peter. He sat next to Peter.

Then he reached between Peter's legs and unbuttoned his trousers.

Peter instincts broke through his blurry haze and he stumbled to his feet. Nathaniel didn't let him get far. He pulled Peter back against his body, a hand gripping his throat. Peter tried to fight but Nathaniel cut off his air supply, so much larger and older and stronger than Peter. Nathaniel pulled Peter's trousers down. He tried to break Nathaniel's hold but his trousers became tangled against his shoes. He couldn't run and he was grabbed easily by his hair and pushed down against the table. The piles of poker chips clattered across the wood and the room fell silent except the the noise of the man behind Peter finishing harshly stripping Peter. He hyperventilated against the tabletop as he felt the gazes of his family fall upon him pressed there, naked from the waist down.

There had to be at least two dozen in the room and he was utterly, utterly alone.

Nathaniel draped himself over Peter. His hard cock was pulled free of his trousers and pressed against Peter's back and then with a slight adjustment between Peter's legs. Nathaniel wrapped one arm around Peter's chest to hold him down as he weakly struggled and reached the other hand between Peter's legs to stroke his clit. Nathaniel rutted from behind, cock slipping between Peter's fold that were quickly becoming wet from Nathaniel's precum and Peter's own arousal.

Peter didn't touch himself much. He found directly touching his clit overwhelming. He'd come fast. Too fast it hurt so instead when he woke up from sweaty dreams he would straddled a pillow and bring himself off rubbing against that. Gently, over and over, until the fabric was soaked and his body throbbing in satisfaction.

Nathaniel rubbing against him was nothing like a pillow. Not soft and giving and it hurt the same as ever when Nathaniel's fingers brought him off squeezing his clit. His body heaved with sensation and then went limp as Nathaniel pulled away.

Without Nathaniel's body heat behind him Peter began to feel very cold. The eyes were still on him even as he squeezed his own shut.

And then the hands were on him.

Peter was turned over and heaved onto the table, legs pulled apart and one pushed up against his chest, leaving him in the perfect position for evaluation. Conrad and another cousin were suddenly there, each holding one of his legs as Nathaniel stood between them and laid a considering hand on Peter's pubic mound. Peter trembled as Nathaniel dragged his fingers down, pinching his oversensitive clit just to see him twitch before spreading apart his pre soaked folds. Nathaniel hummed as he hooked just the tips of his fingers inside Peter's hole to expose his flushed pink insides to the crowd.

"You lost another bet, Conrad my boy," Nathaniel said.

"You sure?" Conrad asked, leaning in until his breath blew hot over Peter's clit. "Could be a trick of the light."

"No," Nathaniel said, pushing just slightly harder and the pressure built inside Peter until the topic of conversation clicked in his head. "He's kept his legs closed during his little hitchhiking stunts."

Peter started to struggle once again and Conrad moved away so he could hold Peter's leg more firmly.

Nathaniel leaned back and took a moment to stroke his leaking cock to full hardness.. He stroked the precum up and down the shaft while pressing the tip against Peter, comparing their sizes with amusement.

"You know," a man to the side said, "I've never seen a proper cherry popping."

There was a round of chuckling. Nathaniel started to rub the head of his cock up and down Peter's slit, never quite pushing hard enough to break his hymen.

Someone sat next to Peter's head, she reached out and stroked a hand down his cheek. "Slow your breathing," she said.She pressed her other hand against his chest. "Breathe out and relax and it'll hurt much less."

Peter tried to summon control over his breathe but it was pointless. Nathaniel utterly ignored her, thrusting in suddenly and with no regard for Peter's frantic panting. Nathaniel groaned, he head dropping back in pleasure as Peter squealed and convulsed under him. It was hot. It was so hot and it stung and Peter was so sure he was going to be burned it felt so bad. The woman sighed in annoyance. Peter's barely noticed as his body shook with sobs as Nathaniel began to properly fuck him.

"You're all brutes," the woman said.

"Oh don't worry," a man answered. They were blurring together thanks to the strange ringing in Peter's ears. "I'm sure Nate will kiss it better when he's done."

More laughter.

"Like a proper gentleman I suppose?"

"Oh shove off. You're getting a bit overprotective of your son, aren't you?"

"I never thought you would stoop so low as to care."

Another annoyed sigh. Peter's mother ran her hands over Peter's torso, pushing his sweater up and watching his small breasts bounce as Nathaniel pounded into him. She stroked his throat and his nipples curiously. She pressed one hand just above Peter's pubic mound, feeling his abdomen distend whenever Nathaniel bottomed out.

Then she touched his clit and Peter learned how hard he could really cry.

He had no idea how long it lasted. His vision was swimming and he was well on his way to blacking out after his third orgasm. And then Nathaniel came, flooding him with a sharp heat that made him cry out.

"Too much, too much," Peter whined, his hips twisting as Nathaniel pulled out, his muscles tightening reflexively. "Get it out."

"None of that," his mother said and Nathaniel pushed the cum and blood that had spilled out back inside Peter's spasming cunt.

Peter's head swam and he almost thought he heard applause.

How he ended up wrapped in a coat and carried from the room was hazy. He was utterly limp when Nathaniel dropped him on the bed. It was like his body belonged to someone else as Nathaniel striped his top off and then spread his legs and took Peter's clit into his mouth. Peter watched from somewhere the heaving, dirty animal on the bed humping Nathaniel's face.

"So greedy," Nathaniel said between sucks. He pushed his cum back into Peter over and over. "This cunt of yours can't get enough, can it?"

The second round was easier. Peter barely cried, even as Nathaniel squeezed his tits, only flinching when Nathaniel emptied inside him once again. It was heavy and hot inside him. Nathaniel slipped out and then slipped a pillow under Peter's hips, keeping his body tilted to minimize the amount of seed that leaked out.

And then his hands were gone and Peter was alone.

And being alone was bliss.

Re: Filled: Older Lukas/Trans Peter, impregnation

[(Anonymous)]

This is so good, and heartbreaking, and cruel! <3

The objectifying discussion of virginity really did it for me. It was just so casual, which upped the hotness like wow.

Re: Filled: Older Lukas/Trans Peter, impregnation

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks. This honestly got a little away from me but you know what? Nonny can have little a dehumanization. As a treat.

Though I do kind of want to do something like a sequel bad end where he completely disassociates and forgets Evan's his kid and the family rewards him by making him captain or a good end where he escapes and joins up with Simon Fairchild's weird Vast polycule or something.

Re: Filled: Older Lukas/Trans Peter, impregnation

[(Anonymous)]

(Bro, I love that bad ending so much.)