All in all undressing hadn't taken overlong. Caleb silently thanked whatever deities or other cosmic powers might be listening that this was practical combat dress, and not formal attire; with the latter, he may have needed the help of a servant or two to get it all off in a timely fashion. Getting his breeches off was definitely a mercy, as his cock was by now almost as hard as Clevon's. The last was his tunic, which left him naked as well.
He was about to cross to the bench and lay everything beside the gown, but it was then that Clevon sat up suddenly. Or rather, tried to; he uttered a pained squeak and fell back into the mattress almost immediately. Caleb added having a healer look at his promised mate's injuries sooner rather than later to the list of tasks that needed doing in his mind.
For now though, he laid down his things where he stood and moved to the bed. If Clevon had been enjoying the view before, he was certainly getting a show now, as Caleb's hard cock was on full display as he approached the bed. Though not the largest ever formed by Alpha standards, it was quite a respectable size, and finely shaped. It had never left a bedmate wanting, omega or otherwise.
"Yes, me," Caleb said, standing by the bed. "I would say 'rest easy', but I doubt you can at present. Regardless though, you're safe now. Darius is dead, and this keep and all within it is mine. Though in your case you were already promised to me."
He smiled slightly, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I've sent a servant for food and drink. But until he returns, let's see if I can at least blunt the edge of your heat a bit and ease your other hunger." With that he gently slipped his nearer hand between Clevon's legs and slid his first two fingers into the slick heat of the omega's vagina, curling them in such a way that with each stroke in and out the base of his fingers rubbed against his swollen clitoris and the heel of his palm rubbed against his balls. It was a trick that he'd found never failed to please an omega, and given how desperate Clevon likely was, it was certain to have that much more effect.
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He was about to cross to the bench and lay everything beside the gown, but it was then that Clevon sat up suddenly. Or rather, tried to; he uttered a pained squeak and fell back into the mattress almost immediately. Caleb added having a healer look at his promised mate's injuries sooner rather than later to the list of tasks that needed doing in his mind.
For now though, he laid down his things where he stood and moved to the bed. If Clevon had been enjoying the view before, he was certainly getting a show now, as Caleb's hard cock was on full display as he approached the bed. Though not the largest ever formed by Alpha standards, it was quite a respectable size, and finely shaped. It had never left a bedmate wanting, omega or otherwise.
"Yes, me," Caleb said, standing by the bed. "I would say 'rest easy', but I doubt you can at present. Regardless though, you're safe now. Darius is dead, and this keep and all within it is mine. Though in your case you were already promised to me."
He smiled slightly, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I've sent a servant for food and drink. But until he returns, let's see if I can at least blunt the edge of your heat a bit and ease your other hunger." With that he gently slipped his nearer hand between Clevon's legs and slid his first two fingers into the slick heat of the omega's vagina, curling them in such a way that with each stroke in and out the base of his fingers rubbed against his swollen clitoris and the heel of his palm rubbed against his balls. It was a trick that he'd found never failed to please an omega, and given how desperate Clevon likely was, it was certain to have that much more effect.