Old Soldier New Alpha

Content warning: omegaverse, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, eventual mpreg, breeding kink, breeding instinct, outdoor sex, oral, post-apocalyptic far future setting, genetically engineered humans

Author Note: Bit of world building in this one again but the smut is there, I promise

Daniel couldn't be balls deep in Oemi and Isem

all

the time (no matter how much the pair seemed to be conspiring to make that prospect a reality) and during their long hours walking the marine finally made a breakthrough on the language barrier between him and his new companions.

It had taken some days of listening to the other men speaking among themselves and teaching him in turns, but eventually epiphany struck during the hazy, post-coital afterglow that settled over the marine every time he finally managed to

fully

empty his balls into Oemi or Isem (an endeavor that could take some time and several orgasms). It turned out they were speaking a mix of English and Spanish rendered even further unrecognizable by natural lingual drift that had occurred over the course of what Daniel could only assume was centuries. Once he realized that, though, his understanding grew by leaps and bounds-- and while speaking was still a little difficult, he quickly came to comprehend the others.

With his new and ever expanding grasp of their language, Daniel began to ask questions-- though not all of them were understood, and not just because of the language barrier. It soon became clear that there was little knowledge of what had happened in the distant past that had lead the world to where it was now, but it

was

clear that they had regressed technologically to something akin to the bronze age at best. Oemi and the others were, Daniel learned, taking him back to their settlement. They had traveled so far as the ruins of Seattle to gather certain herbs and to scout...something. Daniel didn't quite understand what or who they had been looking for, but having apparently not found it they were due to return.

"You're an al'faa," Oemi reassured him with a warm smile as they walked side-by-side down an animal path through the thick, verdant forests of the American northwest. "You will be very welcome."

While he wasn't sure he had the full grasp of the term, as far as Daniel could tell, to be al'faa was to be a particularly strong, dominant man-- something he could concede likely would be considered useful in a hunter-gatherer society the likes of which Oemi and the others haled from. His vocabulary wasn't good enough as yet to put together precisely what behita and ahmegas were, though. As far as he could tell, ahmegas were important in some way and helped organize the tribe while behitas seemed to be average civilian types that held a wide variety of jobs.

"What al'faa do?" Dan asked, stumbling a little over his words but managing to impress the others with his sudden jump in coherency.

"Strong. We protect," Tirak answered then said something else Daniel didn't understand. He grabbed his crotch suggestively though and the marine nodded, assuming the man was implying they were much sought after mates. The animal part of him that seemed to stir any time Oemi so much as looked his way was pleased by the prospect, especially considering how egalitarian people, or at least this particular tribe of people, had become regarding sex and partners.

Weather came and went as they traveled, as did the various beasts they hunted for food. Daniel

felt

like he was spending at least half of it with his cock up Oemi or Isem's ass respectively-- dumping a staggering volume of semen into their lithesome bodies and taut, demanding holes. It wasn't actually that long, obviously, or they'd never get anywhere, but on days when the rain was bad enough they were forced to take shelter Daniel spent most of it making love to one or both men. Their efforts to seduce him were positively relentless, but then so was genetically enhanced stamina.

Daniel felt a little bad for Tirak considering he'd essentially taken Oemi from him, though Isem still fucked him when the marine was otherwise occupied with the ahmega. Daniel had never gotten more tail in his life, and yet he couldn't get enough of both men-- Oemi in particular. Just looking at the man's ass when he walked in front of him on the trail made Daniel feel like an addict craving his next hit except the ahmega was always,

always,

ready to put out for him-- which at least reassured the man the feeling was mutual.

One thing Daniel learned after having so much sex with Isem and Oemi was that human anatomy appeared to have changed somewhat over the centuries-- thanks, no doubt, to whatever gene therapy or chimeraplasty the scientists of his day had developed to ensure humanity survived the 'x-virus', as it had come to be called. The medic couldn't tell the full extent of the changes even with the scanning capability of the standard issue cybernetic eye every medic in the military had been outfitted with. Its capabilities weren't as extensive as they had once been thanks to the support infrastructure having long since gone off-line, but it was still useful in assessing the full extent of injuries that would have been invisible to the naked eye.

It didn't take advanced cybernetics to realize that Oemi and Isem (and presumably Tirak) had self-lubricating rectums and sphincters. Daniel could only assume this trait was an unexpected mutation or side-effect to whatever changes had been made to humanity to save the species, but he certainly wasn't about to complain. It meant the men's holes got slick as cunts at the slightest provocation, saving all sorts of time

and

lube on the trail.

Their relatively peaceful (if perpetually randy) travel was interrupted one day when a particularly ferocious boar erupted from the underbrush to take Tirak out at the knee before anyone could get a shot off with their bow.

Except for his initial howl of pain and surprise as he went down, Tirak didn't make any further noise-- he simply grit his teeth and motioned for Isem to give chase. The behita didn't hesitate, but hared off into the bushes like a hound on the hunt, bow in hand while Oemi and Daniel rushed to help the injured man.

"How bad is it?" Daniel asked, automatically slipping into battlefield medic-mode as he dropped to his knees next to Tirak.

"I'll live. Got me above the knee," Tirak managed to growl, face pale but features set in a hard line against the pain.

He twisted away reflexively when Daniel tried to pry his hand away to have a look, but the medic held him in place. "Let me see. I'm a medic," he said, and realizing they didn't understand 'medic', searched for another way to explain. "I...fix people. Bodies."

"A healer," Oemi said, surprised. "I thought you were a warrior."

"I'm that too," Daniel said with a small smile as he filed the new word away in his vocabulary.

Tirak scoffed "A warrior healer, huh?" but stopped resisting and let Daniel get a closer look at his wound.

It wasn't bad, fortunately, though if they didn't slow the bleeding soon it would be. "We'll have to camp here," Daniel told them and started sorting through the limited medical supplies he had in his utility belt. "Oemi, I need boiled water to clean the wound."

"Alright," the ahmega said, eyes wide with curiosity and concern, but he hurried off to do as he was asked. Fortunately water was abundant in the area and they were all deft hands at starting a camp fire so it wasn't long until Daniel had what he needed to get to work.

Isem returned a little while later with news that he'd managed to kill the boar but was quickly fascinated by Daniel's efforts to clean and stitch Tirak's wound. He didn't interrupt, but distantly Daniel could hear him and Oemi conferring, and Isem seemed just as impressed by the concept of a 'warrior healer' as the others had been.

The small, hooked needle and thread were of particular interest and their awe at the delicate sliver of metal was enough to give Daniel a new appreciation for a tool he'd once used daily. So much so, in fact, that while it was standard procedure to discard the needle once used, Daniel decided to sanitize and save it for future use. It was something he never would have done in the past, but such a thing was far too valuable now to throw away carelessly.

"He sews too," Tirak snorted, but Daniel could tell he was grateful all the same. His color was a little better too.

"You're welcome," Daniel drawled. "We'll need to camp here for a couple of days, give it a chance to heal a little before we start off again."

Tirak tried to insist he'd be fine by morning but Oemi and Isem sided with Daniel as a healer and that was that.

As predicted, Tirak wasn't well enough to walk the next day, but he

was

at least well enough to sit up and work on carving out some new arrow shafts while Isem and Oemi went in search of more herbs to grind into a poultice for the al'faa's wound. Not yet so proficient at hunting with a bow to merit potentially wasting valuable arrows on the trail, Daniel kept Tirak company while he recuperated.

It was a warm day, and camped near a stream as they were, Daniel took the opportunity to bathe, stripping out of his kinetic under-armor and baring himself to the elements while Tirak worked on his arrows nearby. The marine had never been one to give a lot of thought to his appearance, but even he couldn't help but appreciate the hard look his already muscular body had taken on with so much exercise and lean eating. A glance towards his al'faa companion on exiting the stream told Daniel that the other man appreciated it as well.

Daniel preferred giving more often than not, but that didn't mean he didn't crave a good, thick cock on occasion, either. Tirak wasn't anywhere near so large as Daniel himself was, but what he had was more than adequate to tempt the marine into approaching, still fully nude, where the other man sat leaning against a stump not far from the stream-bank.

"Want to pass some time?" Daniel asked in a low voice on the off chance Oemi or Isem were within earshot of the camp.

~~~

The other man looked up from his work and arched a brow at Daniel but let his eyes trail appreciatively down the medic's powerfully muscled body. Truth be told he'd never laid eyes on a finer specimen of man and while he was jealous that the strange newcomer had so effortlessly claimed Oemi out from under him he certainly couldn't begrudge the omega his choice. Tirak was an alpha and even

he

was tempted to get on his back and spread his legs for Daniel when faced with that physique and those dark, intriguing eyes.

Tirak tore his gaze away and in an attempt to keep from making a fool of himself, said, "Go look for Oemi if you want to get your dick wet."

Daniel chuckled and caught Tirak off guard when he said, "I don't want to get

my

dick wet, though."

Before the alpha even knew what was happening, Daniel had relieved him of his blade and the arrow shaft he'd been been working on then dropped to lay on the blanket between Tirak's thighs. The day was warm so the alpha hadn't dressed in more than his loincloth after bathing himself so it was the work of a moment before Daniel had Tirak's cock in his mouth.

The injured alpha moaned quietly at the soft, wet heat of Daniel's mouth as the man bobbed his head eagerly up and down between his thighs. It was hardly his first time getting his dick sucked but never before had anyone worked him over so thoroughly. The things Daniel did with his tongue defied description and would have made him come had he gone on a moment longer.

"Don't you fucking dare," Daniel growled when he pulled his head back and spat on the head of Tirak's cock to further wet it. "I want it in me," he commanded and suddenly overwhelmed by the other alpha's more powerful will, Tirak managed to restrain himself.

He hadn't fucked a fellow alpha in years-- Tirak had almost forgotten how good that clash of wills could feel. It wasn't something he'd want all the time-- all alphas instinctively craved the submission of an omega, but as an occasional indulgence it was sublime.

Daniel quickly straddled Tirak's hips, careful of his injured knee, then sank down until the blunt head of his cock pushed against his entrance. His ass was so tight it took a long minute before Tirak's cock breached the taut ring of muscle, but when he did they both groaned in ecstasy at the sensation.

"Yes, oh

fuck yes

," Daniel panted and trembled as he sank lower on Tirak's shaft, calloused hands gripping tight at his fellow alpha's shoulders for support. "Give me that fucking cock!"

Injured as he was, Tirak's movement options were limited, but he refused to be passive in their coupling so he grabbed Daniel by his hips and dragged him forcefully down until he'd taken his cock the hilt. Daniel tried to yelp at the sudden stretch but Tirak kissed him into silence, then growled, "Gonna take that alpha pussy for everything it's worth!"

The other alpha recovered quickly though and bared his teeth in a fierce smile. "You can try," he challenged, then proceeded to give Tirak the ride of his life.

Tirak knew Daniel had incredible stamina-- he'd witnessed the other alpha fucking not only his former omega but the beta Isem first hand every day since they pulled him out of that strange hole full of old world junk, after all. Now that he was on the receiving end of it, though, he began to understand why Isem and Oemi were always such a mess by the time he was done with them. Daniel was strong, relentless, and had a way of shaking his hips that sent Tirak's eyes rolling back in his head, but kept him just shy of actually coming.

"You...you bitch," Tirak panted as the beast riding his cock edged him. Somehow Daniel could tell just when he was about to topple over the edge of an orgasm and would back off just enough to deprive him of his release. Tirak grabbed at the other man's hips and tried to force him to move at the right pace but Daniel was simply too strong.

"Beg," Daniel commanded, dark eyes impenetrable and his will like a tidal wave crashing against the walls of Tirak's mind. "You want to come in this alpha pussy you have to

beg."

Tirak tried to resist, but battered from either side by both the other alpha's will and his body's insatiable craving for release, he caved. "Please, please let me come in your pussy! I need it!"

Daniel grinned, seeming satisfied, then leaned back at a new angle and gave an expert twist of his hips that rocketed Tirak into a powerful orgasm. "That's it," Daniel groaned as he watched Tirak writhe beneath him. "Give it all to me..."

~~~

It was a good ride, Daniel thought, satisfied as he stood, Tirak's seed leaking from his twitching hole. The al'faa's dick was modest by the standard he was accustomed to, but then it'd been awhile since Daniel had taken one too so it had been more than enough.

It'd been no easy task but he'd refrained from coming himself after realizing partway through that they were no longer alone. He approached a nearby patch of ferns at a quick clip, then reached in and dragged Oemi out by the arm.

"Enjoy the show?"

"You were having fun without me," Oemi complained and batted his long eyelashes up at Daniel who scoffed and spun the ahmega around so his back was to him.

"Don't worry, I saved some for you," Daniel murmured in his ear, then wrapped his arms tight around Oemi's slender body and thrust his still rock-hard cock up into his ass.

The ahmega must have been quite aroused by the alphas' show as his hole was already hot, wet, and pliant, making it easy for Daniel to force his way inside with a good, hard thrust that drove a cry from the smaller man.

"W-wait, go easy," Oemi pleaded, unprepared for the sudden ferocity of Daniel's attention.

Daniel ignored him, eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy while he hammered the ahmega's ass with his hips, every muscle tight and straining as he crushed Oemi against him with powerful arms.

"Daniel!" Oemi screamed and came, unable to brace himself against the larger man's passions as he was used like a cheap cock sleeve for his pleasure. "Yes! Oh yes! Al'faa please! Your seed! Give me your seed!"

Lost in what could only be described mating stupor, Daniel barely heard him. Driven by an overpowering need to pour his seed into the ahmega writhing against him, the al'faa bent over at the waist, arms wrapped tight around Oemi's middle, and humped the smaller man the way a wolf would a bitch.

While his lust clouded mind didn't register Oemi's words, beneath him, the ahmega panted "

Breed me, breed me, breed me, breed me

," in a desperate refrain that was both plea and prayer.

With a final grunt and rough jerk of his powerful hips, Daniel came, a molten tide of fresh seed erupting from his cock to surge into the depths of Oemi's beautiful, beleaguered body.

~~~

"What's wrong?" Daniel asked when Tirak and Isem came to a sharp halt ahead of him on the thin animal trail they'd been following since that morning. He'd thought they'd been approaching a clearing in the forest-- and technically they had, but it was obvious at a glance that it wasn't naturally occurring.

Oemi, who had been bringing up the rear stepped around him to get a look at the source of the hold up, only to immediately back-step and grip tightly at one of Daniel's arms, softly hissing something the medic didn't immediately catch.

There was indeed a break in the forest ahead but beyond was a good hundred or so foot stretch of completely barren earth. Nothing grew there-- not even weeds, as if all signs of life had been blasted from the surface of the earth, and yet there was also no sign of impact. Even stranger was the fact that the border was unnaturally uniform-- a perfect circle cut into the center of the forest.

The strange phenomenon raised the hair on the back of Daniel's neck and he reflexively took his arm back from Oemi so he could wrap it protectively around the smaller man's shoulders. A brief scan of the area with his cybernetic eye revealed that the dearth of life in the blasted area went further than just a lack of flora-- whatever had happened here had vaporized everything so completely the dirt itself was practically sanitized.

"It's a moon-shadow," Isem explained in answer to Daniel's earlier question. He made a gesture with his hand not unlike the catholic sign of the cross minus the forehead touch and Tirak mirrored him reflexively-- as if to ward off some unseen evil.

"A moon-shadow," Daniel repeated, baffled. One thing he was certain of was that such a phenomenon had nothing to do with the moon.

"Bad spirits come out on the full moon and leave holes in the forest like this. Always perfectly round, like the moon's shadow is stealing life from whatever it touches."

Perturbed but still curious, Daniel stepped closer to the edge of the unnatural clearing but saw nothing new and with Oemi plastered to his side still he refrained from crossing the border into that eerie no-man's land. "Have you seen these spirits?"

All three of his companions shook their head. "It's my first time seeing such a fresh shadow," Oemi confessed shakily.

Realizing he was likely making the ahmega more uncomfortable by standing so close to the clearing, Daniel finally stepped back again then dropped his head to brush a kiss to the top of Oemi's dark head in an effort to soothe his unease.

"I've seen a few, but never so close to the village," Tirak said grimly. "We'll have to tell the chief," he added with a glance at Isem who nodded his agreement.

Their village finally came into view late in the afternoon of the following day after a few hours walk through the barely discernible ruins of what had once been a city center. The shattered husks of a few larger buildings remained standing, but mostly nature had run her course, pavement shattered by the inexorable expansion of vast tree roots and concrete crumbled by wind and rain and greenery.