Rewards for Good Behavior by cytryne  

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Rewards for Good Behavior

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Tyelpe knelt in front of him with his eyes fixed on the floor. He was naked again, his hair unbound and trailing over his shoulders. It shifted with each quiet pant out his mouth, catching the firelight and reflecting the gold of the cushion he was granted this time until the silver strands shimmered like the Mingling of the Trees. He had grown up well. All the
beauty of his father and foremother, but in a much more agreeable disposition. It was getting less obvious that he was a Feanorian at all every session they had.

Finrod smiled at him.

Tyelpe flinched. His hands, already hesitant, paused in their efforts between his legs entirely.

"It's alright, Tyelpe," Finrod encouraged again. "Your alpha has given you permission."

Tyelpe bit his lip. His hand slipped out, shining wet in the firelight, and his legs twitched close so that Finrod could not see the wet folds that hid behind his little cock at all. Both hands slid to cover what was still visible of his front.

"I do not want to." He said quietly, eyes now fixed on Finrod's boot where it rested over his knee. "Please, my lord, this is not—"

"Tyelperinquar." Finrod rebuked him sharply, foot falling to the ground with a heavy thud to help drive the point home. The omega fell silent instantly. His shoulders curved forward like he expected to be hit, hair curtaining over his face until no hints of his expression remained
visible.

Finrod sighed. He pinched his nose, silently cursing Curufin's and Celegorm's existence—and, a second later, that entire Doomed line that had failed their own so badly—and counted to ten. This would take time. 

He had known that when he decided to correct Tyelperinquar's
behavior, when he saw the first backtracks of progress outside of these sessions due to his father, and when the omega had struggled to do as he was told within it. Allowing himself to be lulled by the good moments and overreact to the bad would only unbalance Tyelpe, so fragile already. He needed to remain firm in his kindness.

Finrod tilted his head, heart softening as he inspected the younger elf's hesitant form. Was it blatant refusal of the reward he was being allowed for behaving without much reprimand so far that day? He had assumed the younger knew how to pleasure himself—he was a fairly quick learner in other aspects, for an omega—but all the adult omegas he had known before had had responsible alphas since they were children. Did it have to be taught? His cock, already hard, strained against the fabric of his leggings and he loosened the ties absently.

Ignorance felt much more appropriate than refusal.

"Come here," he ordered, and watched with some pride as Tyelpe hesitated before standing, shifting his weight from side to side as if torn between crawling and walking. "You may walk."

"Yes, alpha," he said softly, and another burst of pride appeared in Finrod's chest. He stood from the kneel with little difficulty now after weeks of practice. Then he took the few steps to Finrod's throne with his head still down, coming to a halt what would be an appropriate distance away if he were an alpha.

Still not quite perfect.

They'd work on it.

Finrod slid the gilt outer layers of his robes to the side, freeing his soft inner blue robes and the leggings that lay below. The robes he slid aside as well after a second of consideration, covering the rougher texture of the outer embroidery to protect it in case he needed to be more involved than he hoped.

The omega was more muscular than he seemed. It was a good thing that was attractive on his frame, given the difficulty of weaning him away from the forges while his family still held too much sway over his daily life, but it made certain tasks … uniquely challenging if he did not want to cooperate. The memory of the second session was burned into both of their minds, even now that the bruises from the guards' tight holds had faded from Tyelperinquar's skin.

No matter. He would manage those aspects with time, there was no point in irritating himself with them when he had the omega mostly obedient in front of him.

"Present yourself." He ordered, then amended himself slightly. Tyelpe clearly still needed more direction than that. "Within reach. You may use the cushion for your head so long as it does not distract you."

"…yes, alpha," Tyelpe murmured again after a long second. He turned as he knelt in one fluid motion, hair cascading down his back as the defined muscles of his legs and ass shone in the firelight. He spread his knees to hip width as he bent forward to rest his head on the cushion, complimenting the heraldry of Finrod's own House as the gold thread glinted through the strands.

Finrod could see all of him now. The slightest traces of damp little silver curls spread up his legs. His folds lay displayed clearly for him now, pale pink and visibly glistening from his attempts at stimulation, the hard little cock an unimportant shadow below them. His ass still shone red in places from the mild correction earlier for having his hair bound in public,
though Finrod had done his best to stay gentle. He would provide him a cream for it if this went well, he decided. The omega was far from willful. It was not his fault he had been surrounded by bad influences since birth, pretending omegas had any capacity for duty and leadership like an alpha, pushing on his natural pliancy for false results. His nature worked against his mind.

Finrod worked with it.

Protection was a fair attitude for an omega to have, if misdirected towards his family's followers rather than his alpha where it belonged, and the omega was controlled enough to only rarely overreact. It was safe enough to encourage, if it meant encouraging all other ideal
behaviors. The target of the emotion would shift naturally as he found peace.

The omega's body betrayed how far he was from peace in the moment. A steep arch of his spine kept Tyelpe's ass high in the air while his upper body rested on the floor, muscles clearly defined with tension even in what was meant to be a comforting position. His eyes gazed, unfocused, off to the right. Both hands bunched the fringe in white-knuckled grips.

Despite the tension, Finrod appreciated the sight for a moment. Tyelpe had learned this so well after the struggles of the first month. He leaned forward and ran a finger down the center of his folds to the glistening hole within, watching with some amusement as it clenched tight at the light stimulation. It was so much more honest than its bearer without the social burdens of expectation.

He slid his finger deep into Tyelpe's slit without hesitation. Tyelpe whined, his thighs visibly shaking already, head twisting against the cushion. Finrod frowned, though internally he was pleased. He was not nearly as wet as he had appeared from the visual inspection. His finger moved slowly, dragging against his inner walls despite the amount on his thighs.

Tyelperinquar hadn't known what he was doing after all. The poor, neglected little thing.

He knew it hadn't been spite. Tyelperinquar would never refuse him out of his own will, not once he had been reminded of the long distance to any Feanorian allies. He wanted to be better.

Perhaps he could find an excuse to turn Curufin out of his city after all. Fingon would support him if given enough evidence of the neglect, right? With a brief trip…

But that was a later question.

"Give me your hand," he ordered. Tyelpe's left hand released the cushion's fringe one finger at time before slowly, shakily, reaching up along his body. Finrod guided it under one soft thigh to touch the outermost edge of his labia. The omega flinched in surprise, center
recoiling again, and Finrod nearly laughed.

"I will show you what I expected you to do," he assured Tyelpe, resting a hand over the one that now lay on his thigh. "Then you will do it, and we will not need to have this conversation again."

The omega's head shook slightly in what could have been agreement or more nervous fear. Finrod squeezed the hand, voice softening again. "I will never be mad at you for ignorance, Tyelpe. It is only right that you require a guide for this after so many lies. It is my responsibility as your alpha. All you need to do is learn."

Tyelpe's breath hitched, strands of hair in front of his face moving with it, but he nodded more clearly this time. The muscles of his back tensed up a little further, smooth and sleek, before he let out a deep breathe and relaxed into the presentation. He trusted him enough to listen despite the fumbling.

Finrod let his fingers be for now. Instead he lifted two of his own to his mouth, wetting them briefly, before inserting one into the omega's hole. It slid slightly better than before. He started slow and gentle, sliding only half the finger in at a time, his strokes light and exploratory.

"Not every touch will begin easy," he said, enjoying the way Tyelpe's fingers flexed along his thigh with even so little stimulation. "Your mouth will be enough to ease passage, though your alpha may allow oil if absolutely necessary."

Finrod slid his finger deeper, crooking it forward as he did. Tyelpe inhaled sharply, his folds twitching again, and he felt the first slide of warm, sticky slick come out with it. "Your body will catch up quickly. Moving the angle of your fingers helps."

He inserted a second finger even though it was likely too soon, eyes fixed on the way Tyelpe's muscular thighs flexed and his head tossed at the sensation. He was so tight. Finrod pushed them apart slightly, one brushing against a spongy spot on the inside of his walls, and Tyelpe's breath caught. A little moan came out and Finrod spotted his teeth catching his lip, keeping him quieter than he ought.

He pinched one of his labia with his other hand. Tyelpe whined at the pain, hand leaving his thigh to brush against Finrod's in protest. "Do not muffle yourself, Tyelpe. I did not give you permission."

Tyelpe bit his lip harder, then released it. Finrod rewarded him with a sharp spread of his fingers. Tyelpe tossed his head against the cushion again again, hand clenching even tighter against the fringe until his knuckles whitened, and his little keening whine came out completely unobstructed. Slick webbed out between Finrod's fingers when he removed them this time.

"Good omega," he murmured, finding it easy to slide three in. It would be so easy to slide himself in instead. "This is what you want to do when I tell you to masturbate. Get yourself all wet and stretched open, then work yourself until you've come like you would on your alpha's cock."

Tyelpe would struggle on his alpha's cock. He could see it now, the omega whining at every new experience, overwhelmed yet beyond desperate at the discovery of his true purpose in life. Finrod freed himself from the confines of his leggings, stroking himself idly with his free hand as he continued to spread Tyelpe. He spread all three fingers apart and held them there as he dragged them out. The impossibly tight hole accommodated them as easily as it would a knot some day. He fisted his cock a little tighter in imitation, thrusting into his hand like it were the hole itself.

Tyelpe moaned openly this time. His hips did not rock back onto Finrod's hand anymore, that instinct finally trained out of him, but he clenched both hands and feet on nothingness, thighs trembling, the muscles of his ass rippling. It would take so little to have him crying for his
cock. It would take so little to have him begging on his knot as he slid fingers around it to take up what little space remained, and to keep that spread for days or weeks as he replaced knot with silver hand and let the entire court watch his desperate need as cum leaked out through the gaps, locked in the ecstasy of a breeding heat like an omega deserved.

Finrod scraped his fingers as wide as he could around the omega's hole, scooping slick out into his palm. He straightened up and Tyelpe whined, neck craning back to try to see him. His eyes were blown out with arousal now. Sweet. He smiled at him.

"Try."

The omega's hand shook as it went to replace Finrod's. He slid the tip of one in, wrist bent awkwardly in half from the angle. Finrod slicked his cock up with the moisture from fingering Tyelpe as he watched his hesitant movements at exploring himself for the first time. His finger slid in deep suddenly, as if by accident, and Finrod watched as the omega startled, a louder moan coming with it. A second joined it immediately. They moved with much more enthusiasm, if not coordination, and Tyelpe's breathy little noises of arousal began to fill the room again.

He was going to get rid of Curufin and Celegorm that week. It was his responsibility at this point. Tyelpe required it. He would be sad for a while, likely lashing out in one of those rare tantrums, but he would recognize its necessity in time. Finrod would make sure he did. There
were methods available if he could not settle on his own, options to ease his mind into the pliant submission sometimes denied to omegas who had been neglected so severely as Tyelpe.

Finrod's hand sped up on his cock, thumb rubbing over the tip. Pliancy would suit him. It did now, Tyelpe's desperate efforts the perfect image of the reward he had hoped to give him even as his back remained slightly stiffer than it ought. Lingering fear, he supposed, wishing again he had not had to remind him of the cruelties faced by omegas without a proper alpha.

That too would ease without Curufin.

He couldn't resist. Not with the thought of full control over his poor omega soon, the rescue and relief he would be given. No one would ruin his efforts then.

Finrod leaned forward and wrapped his hands around the omega's soft hips. He adjusted him to raise his ass higher in the air, mourning the exposure slightly as his legs fell closer.

Tyelpe whined.

His fingers still rubbed between his legs desperately. Finrod used one hand to pull the omega's folds back apart and the other to remove his fingers, shushing Tyelpe even as he shifted to the edge of his throne and lined his cock up. It took barely a stroke more.

Finrod came all over the omega's puffy little cunt. Tyelpe cried out in surprise. He jerked forward, back arching up, but Finrod pushed him down as fast, eyes fixed on the spread of his spend. It went up his ass slightly then down his legs, dripping onto thighs, but a small clump
clung to the outside of the hole itself from his angle. He hooked a thumb into it and pushed the cum in properly. Dragging his thumb down until the hole gaped granted him the pleasure of watching it slowly drip, drip out of him.

"My lord!" Tyelpe cried out, the loudest noise he'd made in weeks. He pushed himself up to his hands and knees despite the force Finrod's hand still pressing down on his spine, body tensing, and Finrod pulled his thumb out to grab his hip more securely. "Don't—"

"Do not, Tyelperinquar."

Tyelpe froze.

Finrod gathered more of his spend from the omega's legs and pushed it deep into his cunt. He ground his palm against the sensitive, puffy folds until Tyelpe whimpered in pain, keeping the liquid in as his other hand ran along his waist to his little cock.

Finrod stroked it roughly. Tyelpe spasmed at the unexpected contact, hips shaking visibly, but he managed to keep himself from moving towards either pressure still. Good boy. Finrod rewarded him with a small kiss to the dimple above his ass. His mood, so rapidly darkened by Tyelpe's attempted refusal, lightened slightly at the obedience. Tyelpe was truly trying.

This, too, must have some convoluted root of truth that would only make sense for an omega. How had he ever managed to make it so long without a sensible alpha? It was no wonder the House of Feanor was so prone to error.

"You may explain yourself," he said once his blood had calmed slightly, magnanimous. His nail scraped against the little hole at the tip of his cock and Tyelpe jolted again.

Tyelpe's head dropped low to the floor until his hair obscured the cushion again, pressing deep against Finrod's sign in his search for comfort. His words came out in a soft jumble of words, so unlike his previous self that it sent another burst of pride through him. If he hadn't just cum, he would have been half-hard from that alone. He was like that for Finrod. Finrod
had broken through his false beliefs to reveal the true omega, and everyone would know it.

He ground his palm against the omega's folds absently as he tried to piece his words together. There was something about his father, heat, mates, shame, and—oh, he thought, suddenly wishing he had not come already as the meaning hit him. Pregnancy. Tyelperinquar was
scared of becoming pregnant without a mate, like his father. Scared of bearing his child, and perhaps the fear and reminder of his lack of responsibility should have been the part he focused on, but all he could see was the idea of the omega pregnant.

He should have come in him fully.

He should have come in him, triggered his heat by force, and used the omega's pliancy to persuade him to catch. Arousal, heady and impossible to resist even as his cock lay limp, rammed over him at the concept and he ground his hand a little tighter against the empty hole
he would fill so well.

He could not, he knew with the bitter taste of regret, eyes trailing over the omega's long limbs and finely arched back again, but it caught in his mind regardless, a lovely little fantasy he did not want to let go off. His lovely, gentling omega who tried so hard to behave, lulled into
his role as his belly grew too taut and heavy to remember the fear had ever existed. He would be gorgeous. He would be all his.

He suddenly realized Tyelpe was still anxiously waiting on his response, and laughed lightly. "Ah, Tyelpe," he said, letting go of the omega's cunt to brush the back of his hand against his flank like he would a startled animal. "That is not nearly enough unless you wish to trigger it. You will be fine. If you are truly worried, though…"

Where would he get the best view?

Tyelpe's head twisted over his shoulder to look at him. His face was closed but his eyes were soft and intense, blown dark with arousal as they peered through his rumpled hair. Finrod smiled gently. He let go of the omega and leaned back in his seat, adjusting until he was
comfortable again. Then he crossed one knee over the other, foot dangling slightly in the air.

"You may finish your reward on my foot or the leg of my chair. You cannot go into heat if you have forced the remainder out."

The omega stared at him silently for a long moment, the intensity never lessening, his face never revealing all his panicked words had, but he did not try to question him for the truth. He simply nodded. He accepted what Finrod had given him, behaved so well as he shifted up to his knees silently, his back brushing against Finrod's knee from how close he had gotten. He tilted his head forward and looked back at him under the loosest parts of his hair again, gentle and proper, and Finrod couldn't resist the urge to stroke his hair back into place even as he signaled him to speak.

His eyes darted away from Finrod, his cheeks flushed pink despite all the things they'd done before. His voice came out so soft it was barely audible and Finrod had to lean forward to ensure he understood it correctly. "The second. Please. Alpha."

He should have been more polite, explained his request properly, asked for it directly without hiding his eyes—but Finrod simply nodded. He could be magnanimous while the omega still had his come in him, the chance of a heat or pregnancy small but still possible if he did not panic.

He took notes absently in his own mind as Tyelpe turned around on his knees, shuffling forward until his entire right side was pressed against his right leg. The warmth of his heated skin felt wonderful against his leg and Finrod stroked his hair again as the omega positioned one knee on either side of the chair leg, his little cock and mound beneath it just barely visible as he tilted his hips back and pressed the folds against the wooden chair.

Tyelpe flinched back, his eyes screwing up, at what must have been a painfully dry touch. Finrod reached down his spine and pressed on his back, encouraging him, but Tyelpe moved himself back to the chair leg on his own. Slowly, haltingly, he lifted his hips up and down.

His labia became visible as they dragged slowly against either edge of the corner, stiff and bright from arousal. It left a trail of clear slick in his wake and he stroked down Tyelpe's back again in reward as he spotted his cock never quite touching the wood. Those lessons had taken well.

The omega whimpered under his breath as he moved up and down again, but from pain or arousal Finrod couldn't quite tell. Both, he thought, as he arched his back into his hand and pressed his hips a little more insistently to the now damp wood, his eyes still screwed shut.
Beautiful.

More beautiful was the way Finrod's own cum slowly trickled down his thighs as he moved, a sight that had arousal roiling in his gut again. It would no doubt horrify the little omega if he had the mental capacity left to see it. He'd need to dissuade him of that fear. It wouldn't do for an omega to be so averse of their main purpose in life, but to do it without risking inappropriateness on his own behalf…

Tyelpe moaned openly now as he pressed against the wood, his hips moving in jerkier motions as his thighs tired. Finrod pictured him doing it pregnant with his child, struggling to move but so desperate to please him, and his hand fisted in Tyelpe's hair as a wave of arousal so strong he could hardly breathe overtook him. He needed that. Centuries without an available omega in this land had left him without the proper relief for his heats for far too long, a state of affairs he had pretended to be satisfied with, but he felt the absence like a knife through his chest now. He deserved it. Lord of Nargothrond, one of the few to have listened to all warnings and safeguarded all he could, he deserved the reward for his behavior.

No one would blame him.

At Tyelpe's age, with his history, a pregnancy without known father would be an unfortunately expected outcome. He would be praised for stepping forward to rescue the poor, neglected omega and save him from dishonor after his first attempt came too late. He just had to—

—Finrod ripped his eyes away from the omega he had already started to covet and dropped his hand as the realization hit him like an avalanche, dousing him in cold horror at his own thoughts. He had a responsibility. He had chosen the responsibility of a family alpha, to guide
and guarantee well-behavior, offer punishments and rewards as necessary for an omega too irrational to make his own decisions until he had arranged a proper mate. That was critical for an omega in Tyelpe's position. He could not violate it like that.

The image still lingered.

He let the omega finish but every little sound seemed to radiate in his ears as he forced himself not to look. Finrod did up his leggings and robes in short, tight motions, just this side of breaking the ties, and strode off while the omega was still a mess on the ground.

Fingon would know what to do.

Fingon would know exactly how to handle this