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Reminder: Alpha! Yeti! Castiel and Omega! Human! Dean.
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Edited 1/15/23: Updated tags- Omegaverse. Hunted kink. Manhandling. Creampie. Blindfold. Chains. Cuffs. Rimming. Anal penetration. Ball gag. Butt plug.
What the hell was I thinking?
Sadly this was not the first time Dean had had this thought, and he doubted it would be the last. At least this time it was regarding something a little more mundane than leaving the lower forty-eight behind. Not that it seemed so mundane at the moment.
In an effort to not show how subdued he really was, the Omega poked his head out from around the wall of snow he'd clumsily constructed and yelled, "That all you got?"
He barely yanked his head back in time, a ball of compacted snow grazing his cheek. Gripping a snowball of his own, he rose up on his knees and hurled it in what he hoped was the right direction before dropping flat on his belly. A few growled barks of amusement made him scowl. Considering it had taken getting used to, the sounds Castiel made when not able to use human speech, his mate's laugh only irked him at this point in time.
"Son of a bitch," he muttered, hurriedly trying to scrape together more snow. His stockpile was dwindling, he needed more ammo.
Considering it was a futile endeavor he'd still agreed yet again to get into a snowball fight with a yeti. Still, it was a nice day. Last night a fresh snow had drifted down from the heavens, and today the sky was a vividly clear blue, the air crisp for all it was a 'balmy' thirty degrees. Not bad, considering it was May, but still nippy for humans without a built-in fur coat.
Dean was on his fifth snowball when it occured to him that the steady stream of artillery being aimed at his wall or just over it had stopped. He dared a quick peek over it, and his heart sank when he saw the taller pile of snow no longer hid a ten-foot-tall walking mass of muscle and white fur. The Omega glanced around, but couldn't see any sign of Castiel in the immediate area.
So the second half of their game had begun. The hunt. And naturally Castiel had a head start.
Abandoning his pitiful shelter, Dean scrambled to his feet and began half running half sliding down the gradual slope. It wasn't so steep on this part of the mountain, but running in snow was never easy. Particularly when the top layer gave way, each step sinking a few inches in an attempt to swallow his heavy boot. A far cry from the wide feet tipped in claws that yeti were equipped with. Castiel might as well have built-in snowshoes. Still, Dean liked to make an effort, futile it may be.
He'd made it maybe a hundred feet, almost to a stream that had just melted, when a growl made him scramble faster. The Alpha didn't pounce right away, instead circling around and letting his prey see him. Dean changed direction, one thickly gloved hand bracing against the slope, only to get knocked flat face first into a drift. He jerked his head up, gasping and spluttering, flailing when he felt an arm slide under his middle, hoisting him bodily from the snow. A triumphant growl rumbled in his ear, fangs bared in a feral grin.
"Damn it, Cas! Would it kill you to let me have a fighting chance here?"
His protest was ignored, in favor of being dumped over the yeti's broad shoulder caveman style. When he wiggled an arm simply pinned his legs down, the Alpha's free hand swatting his backside hard enough to be felt even through his layers. Grumbling, scowling and folding his arms with as much indignity as it was possible to display, Dean let himself be carried back to their cave.
In truth they had tried this in different scenarios. Even if he had a ten-minute head start in the middle of summer, when conditions were more favorable for him, Castiel inevitably caught him far faster than another human might. During those summer hunts he didn't even bother carrying the Omega back to their cave, instead shoving him up against a tree and fucking him in broad daylight. While Dean secretly enjoyed such things as much as his mate, he had his limits. Unless it was warm enough it was simply too cold to bear, so he'd get carried home to be fucked instead.
They had tried this in the lower forty-eight. Once, when they'd been in South Dakota visiting Dean's family. It had been spring, but Castiel had nearly overheated. They'd had better luck with him in human form, but it just wasn't the same.
Castiel didn't have to duck as he stepped into the outer cave chamber, striding over to the far wall. He slipped through the twisting tunnel, stopping just inside their warmer main cave. He then reached up, taking the Omega from his shoulder, carefully setting him down on his own two feet. Immediately after this Dean found himself turned around and shoved up against the smooth stone wall, his wrists gripped in one paw and pinned above his head.
Nimble, clawed fingers shoved down first fleece pants, then lined jeans, then boxers. A possessive growl was rumbling steadily in the Omega's ear, making heat stir in his groin as fabric began bunching around is knees. For the hell of it Dean did struggle a little, only to have the grip on his wrists tighten, a thickly padded palm smacking his exposed ass before shoving up the layers meant to shield is torso from the cold. He felt Castiel shift, sinking to one knee so they'd be closer to the same height.
Fur brushed his thighs, then the tip of something very hard and very hot brushed his cleft. Dean whimpered, pressing his cheek to the chilled stone as he began to pant. Castiel's free hand slid around, pressing over his belly and drawing his body away from the wall, arching his back. That hand also kept him steady as the yeti slowly pressed the head of his throbbing cock inside his mate.
A gasping cry was pulled from Dean's throat, his body bucking away instinctively. When he'd first seen that the size increase was very much proportional, his first thought had been I'll never manage that. Oh how wrong he was. Castiel was careful with him, almost infuriatingly so, and they'd had to work up to it, but by gods it was worth it.
Moving so slow it made his Omega whimper and whine, the yeti sank into willing flesh centimeter by centimeter. By the time he bottomed out Dean was trembling from something most definitely not cold, reduced to a needy mess mumbling desperately for the Alpha to fill him, fuck him, anything. Thankfully once he was sure his mate was sufficiently able to handle his size the yeti rarely held back.
Dean wasn't entirely sure what sounds left him after that, he rarely was. All he knew was that he had a huge dick fucking his brains out, hard and fast and animalistic. There was even a possessive growl still in his ear, for all it had gotten louder, more feral. Moans and whimpers and whines of ecstasy ran together, rational thought fleeing his mind in favor of pure bliss.
"Gonna...gonna cum...Cas, Cas please..." He managed to get the words out right before his eyes rolled back, a gasping wail drowned out by a snarl of triumph.
Even as an orgasm crashed through him, the cock buried within him pulsed, spilling hot cum. In keeping with everything else, about twice as much was expelled within the Alpha's mate. Dean felt his knees buckle, aware that Castiel was the only thing holding him up but unable to bring himself to care.
When the Alpha's cock began to go soft it was pulled out slowly, and Dean felt himself be scooped into massive furry arms. He only turned his head, nuzzling into dense white covering a toned chest. An animalistic chuckle rumbled within it as he was carried across their home and deposited gently on his belly on their made bed. A few moments later human hands were untying his snow boots, prying them from his feet and peeling off thick wool socks. One by one his layers were stripped off completely, leaving him naked on their sheets. When he felt better able to move it was in time to have padded cuffs secured over his wrists, metal rattling as a heavy-duty chain was attached to their connecting links. Warmth spread over his face, and not just because of the cum he could feel leaking from his hole. No doubt the heavy chain's other end was connected to a ring secured to their bed, one of four that was at each corner. Long enough for him to move around but not long enough for him to leave the room.
"Cas?" he muttered roughly, propping himself up on his elbows.
Fingers caught his chin, drawing him up into a lingering, heated kiss. "He wants you, my Anengel. Be good and let him have you."
A shiver ran down Dean's spine, and not just because black silk dropped over his eyes immediately after this. From what he understood, both from his talks with Castiel and a few Shifters he'd met over these last few years, creatures who had another bestial form weren't simply the person in different shapes. With the animal came instincts, drives, another form spoken of almost as though it were sentient. As Alphas went Castiel was progressive, practical, but then his own inner beast did rear its head from time to time. Aside from being weary the first time he'd looked up at Castiel's secondary form, Dean was under the impression the yeti felt the same way about him as his Alpha did. Something reinforced on those occasions when it decided it wanted a chance to enjoy the Omega. While this could easily mean frolicking in the snow, often it meant something far less innocent.
Dean laid his head down, trying to keep his breathing slow and even, heart pounding. For all Castiel occasionally threatened to steal his ability to walk, the only times he'd been reduced to crawling had been after the yeti was done with him. Dean vividly remembered trying to stand only to collapse after the first time, then convincing his panicking mate he didn't mind in the least.
A clawed hand brushed his side, making his breath hitch. He managed to hold still as fingers slid under his thighs, hitching them apart. A short nose nuzzled the back of his neck affectionately, right before thumbs pushed his cheeks apart. He gasped, jerking with a start as a hot tongue lapped up a leaking trail of cum. The Omega had to bite is lip, fingers fisting in the sheets as slick and cum alike were licked from his flesh. At first he'd thought the beast was simply cleaning him up for round two, only to have a strangled gasp of pleasure dragged from his throat as that long, slightly rough tongue ran over his exposed hole.
The yeti took its sweet time, not seeming to mind the writhing Omega beneath it as a tongue delved inside his fucked entrance, removing all traces of cum. When it was apparently satisfied, a hand patted Dean on the head, making him grimace and swat at the gesture. "Do I look like a dog to you?" he griped.
His mate gave a thoughtful noise, then to Dean's dismay pulled his jaw down to stuff a ball gag between his teeth. Mentally he cursed, but held still as it was secured into place. While this beast enjoyed making him loud as much as Castiel, it didn't care much for actual words.
Again his head was given a pat, right before that wonderfully big dick was slipping inside his loosened entrance. Dean moaned, bucking into the first slow thrust, panting around the ball gag. His fingers scrabbled in the blankets, fisting and twisting in the fabric in a desperate attempt to hang onto something. His feet jerked on the bed's surface, struggling for purchase before he was able to brace his knees. He rocked his hips up and back, into the controlled thrusts. In response a clawed hand braced between his shoulders, pressing him down into the mattress while the other gripped his hip, halting the movements. An unabashed whimper was dragged from his throat at being restrained so.
"Cas, Cas please," he moaned, words garbled around the ball gag.
Fangs lightly clamped down on his shoulder, opposite his mate mark. Not enough to break skin, but enough to get the point across. He was not to move or try and dictate his fate any farther.
Satisfied, the yeti resumed his steady pace. Dean's eyes fluttered closed, not that there was much to see behind the blindfold anyway. Slick and precum dripped down his balls and thighs, proof enough how much they both enjoyed this. Once upon a time the very idea had been embarrassing, but a patient if forceful mate had encouraged an exploration of things he liked. Despite the fact that the yeti was big enough, strong enough to render him helpless on his own they both took incredible pleasure in the Omega being bound, blinded. In their first year as mates he'd asked what the yeti wanted. This had resulted in him being tied to their bed in a spread-eagle fashion so thoroughly he'd only been able to wiggle his fingers and toes, the black silk tied over his eyes, the Alpha's underwear crammed into his mouth. He'd actually passed out when the yeti was done with him, and had had to be carried to the bathroom for a day afterward. For whatever reason the yeti made an effort to repeat these results once a year at seeming random.
Dean wondered abruptly if today wouldn't be one of those days. Part of the problem was that the yeti's cock had a wonderful habit of ramming his prostate on every thrust, which made him cum faster, which in turn seemed to make his mate cum in short order. It was something of a deadly circle. One they were already falling into.
Mere minutes after he'd been ordered into relative stillness Dean felt it rising fast, the tell-tale pressure of a pending orgasm. His eyes rolled back, his grip tightening on the sheets, a rising, repetitive, jerking moan in his throat. He was tempted to try bucking into the thrusts again, but thought better of it.
"Cas...Cas...gonna cum," he gasped around the rubber ball. "Gonna...I'm gonna...Cas..."
He gave up on coherent speech, giving in with a strangled scream as ecstasy pulsed through his body. The second scream was a mix of pain and pleasure, fangs breaking skin on his shoulder. Somehow that just made the orgasm more intense, as loath as he was to admit it.
Dean was floating back down to earth, solidity leaking back into his bones when the yeti shuddered, ramming balls deep one last time. A weak cry was all he could muster that time, the motions finally stilling as his mate came inside him. For a creature built for arctic-grade winters the yeti's cum always seemed almost hot, a vivid contrast whenever it spilled against his inner walls.
As soon as the Alpha's softened cock pulled out Dean was left to collapse on the bed with all the stiffness of a ragdoll. He whimpered at the loss, chest still heaving, then gasped as fangs drew away. A shaky hand patted his lower back, then reached up to stroke his hair. This time he couldn't find the will or energy to protest.
No sooner had he caught his breath than he found himself flipped abruptly onto his back, making him gasp. One knee was pushed up towards his chest, the opposite thigh pushed aside to make room, talons biting lightly into his skin without breaking it. He never did unless it was intentional or in a moment of passion, the Omega had to credit him that much.
The repositioning was the only warning Dean got before a half hard cock was brushing his entrance yet again, ready for round three. He squirmed a little, enough to earn himself a warning growl before the swelling member forced its way inside his channel, which wasn't quite as tight as it'd been at today's start. The hand on his thigh moved to brace over his collar bone, fingers covered in slick and cum, the other still holding his knee up towards his chest.
"Oh gods...shit," he mumbled against the gag.
If the yeti heard him it didn't let on. His hands closed around the chain, gripping its links tight, metal biting into his palms, helping keep him grounded. The moment the Alpha's cock collided with his abused prostate a particularly bright bit of spots went off beneath his lids. His back arched on the bed, or at least it would have if the yeti wasn't keeping him pinned.
At this point he was so drained there wasn't too much for the ball gag to muffle. It was all he could do to hang on for the ride and try not to whimper every time his mate thrust into him. If the yeti tried to go for a round four he'd put his foot down, but he could manage a third round. It was something that had surprised him, that he held such sway over his mate, even the so-called beast. A single, special word and it would end. He'd only had to use it a handful of times with Castiel, and always when they were experimenting. He'd only used it once with the yeti, when the Alpha had discovered that his human mate had limits when it came to temperature. Initially the yeti had simply pinned him harder to the icy rock, only to jerk away when his mate had screamed his safe word. Not only that, Dean had found himself carried bridle style all the way back to their cave to be coddled until the beast was satisfied his Omega was unharmed.
In truth that same word flashed neon beneath his lids, but he sank his teeth into the gag rather than say it. Aside from the little things to keep himself steady, sane, he couldn't manage much else. He didn't even have the energy to protest when rough fingers stroked his weeping cock or toyed with his tender nipples.
When his third orgasm wracked his frame, he felt reality slip away for a few moments before resettling again. This time he barely even managed a muffled wail, working up the volume was too much. He moaned quietly when, a few erratic thrusts later, the yeti came inside him for the third time that day.
The Omega panted heavily around red rubber, feeling spent and drained and so thoroughly fucked it seemed a giant effort to simply catch his breath. He was vaguely aware of his mate finishing inside him, adding to the cooling cum filling his body, pulling out when he was done. Trembling fingers caressed his cheek, then to Dean's relief reached around to unstrap the gag. His blindfold was next, though he was left in his cuffs. He caught a blurred glimpse of white fur looming over him before he was rolled onto his stomach, which confused him until he felt the cool hardness of a plug nudging its way inside his twitching hole. It was one of the ones with a larger base, which was just as well. His entrance wasn't quite as tight as it'd been a few hours ago.
That done, a hand began stroking his back, a pleased, possessive growl rumbling behind him. Dean couldn't bring himself to protest as he was rolled back over and gingerly gathered up, cradled against the yeti's body as the Alpha lay down with him. A questioning noise rumbled in his throat, tender fingers caressing his cheek.
Dean managed to open his eyes a little, enough to see his mate's face. "Mph?"
That same questioning noise, this time accompanied by a familiar head tilt. For all the Alpha was very much spent himself, it seemed he still worried for his mate. Dean managed what he hoped was a convincing if exhausted smile, reaching up with a shaky hand to pat the yeti's cheek before snuggling against his chest. Considering what had just happened he'd earned a nap, damn it. He'd need the rest if he was going to spend the next few days limping.
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