"Properly," Caleb repeated. A tease, and a promise. "Joined together in every way but marriage." Locked together in the dance that Alphas and Omegas had been partners in since the world began. Coming as close as two people truly could be to being one flesh.
Then Clevon gave voice to his thoughts, and his cock twitched. Such a scandalous image he painted. "Kill him... or have him renounce his vows so that he could pursue one so beautiful himself. Either way, he'd better have married us first." Or Caleb would be very cross indeed.
And keep trying for twins, would they? Well, Caleb certainly had no objections to that. Perhaps they'd even be so blessed this time. But they mustn't get ahead of themselves.
His promised mate's anger and alarm at the appearance of the servant were clear, but unneeded. The man was there and then gone, as unobtrusive as it was possible to be, as a good servant should be. The question once he was gone, though, needed answering, if only for Clevon's reassurance.
"Food and drink," Caleb said as he moved to the table. "We'll both need our strength over the coming few days."
The tray bore the requested pitcher of milk mixed with honey, as well as bread, soft cheese, and what most be some of the season's last apples. Simpler fair than he typically took, but still he was pleased. For what could be gathered and eaten quickly, it was good fare for both an Omega in heat and the the Alpha servicing them.
Medical wisdom regarding what foods a heated Omega should eat and drink was clear and reasonably well known. Milk and honey was beneficial as it soothed and calmed, aiding in rest between sessions; indeed, it was sometimes prescribed to aid sleep in general. Fresh fruit- in season-, bread or porridge- staples no man could long do without-, and light soft cheese- gentler on the heated stomach than richer butters and fats.
Strictly proscribed were alcohol- lest it add more fuel to the fire in the Omega's blood- and meats other than fish- the fish was cold by nature, and its meat much lighter then that of land-bound beasts. Meat broths, on the other hand, were often recommended, with those made from the meat of wild game especially prized for their potency; the strengths and essence of the animal, without the heaviness of its flesh. Rabbit for fertility, if the Omega had previously had difficulty conceiving. Venison for vitality, if they were weakened or otherwise frail. Boar for strength, for Omegas who had a history of difficult births. And bear for when both the Omega and the infant were expected to be in special need of strength.
He poured out some of the milk and honey mixture into the provided goblet, taking a sip to moisten his own throat before returning to the bed with the cup. With his free hand, he helped Clevon to sit, then slid in to kneel behind him on the bed, letting his promised mate rest back to be supported against his chest. The fact that this position undoubtedly gave Clevon a taste of what was to come, with the feel of Caleb's hardness pressed against the small of his back was merely a happy consequence of this.
Caleb brought the goblet to his love's lips. "Drink slowly," he advised. "I know you must be doubly thirsty with heat and deprivation, but gulping it will do you no favors."
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Then Clevon gave voice to his thoughts, and his cock twitched. Such a scandalous image he painted. "Kill him... or have him renounce his vows so that he could pursue one so beautiful himself. Either way, he'd better have married us first." Or Caleb would be very cross indeed.
And keep trying for twins, would they? Well, Caleb certainly had no objections to that. Perhaps they'd even be so blessed this time. But they mustn't get ahead of themselves.
His promised mate's anger and alarm at the appearance of the servant were clear, but unneeded. The man was there and then gone, as unobtrusive as it was possible to be, as a good servant should be. The question once he was gone, though, needed answering, if only for Clevon's reassurance.
"Food and drink," Caleb said as he moved to the table. "We'll both need our strength over the coming few days."
The tray bore the requested pitcher of milk mixed with honey, as well as bread, soft cheese, and what most be some of the season's last apples. Simpler fair than he typically took, but still he was pleased. For what could be gathered and eaten quickly, it was good fare for both an Omega in heat and the the Alpha servicing them.
Medical wisdom regarding what foods a heated Omega should eat and drink was clear and reasonably well known. Milk and honey was beneficial as it soothed and calmed, aiding in rest between sessions; indeed, it was sometimes prescribed to aid sleep in general. Fresh fruit- in season-, bread or porridge- staples no man could long do without-, and light soft cheese- gentler on the heated stomach than richer butters and fats.
Strictly proscribed were alcohol- lest it add more fuel to the fire in the Omega's blood- and meats other than fish- the fish was cold by nature, and its meat much lighter then that of land-bound beasts. Meat broths, on the other hand, were often recommended, with those made from the meat of wild game especially prized for their potency; the strengths and essence of the animal, without the heaviness of its flesh. Rabbit for fertility, if the Omega had previously had difficulty conceiving. Venison for vitality, if they were weakened or otherwise frail. Boar for strength, for Omegas who had a history of difficult births. And bear for when both the Omega and the infant were expected to be in special need of strength.
He poured out some of the milk and honey mixture into the provided goblet, taking a sip to moisten his own throat before returning to the bed with the cup. With his free hand, he helped Clevon to sit, then slid in to kneel behind him on the bed, letting his promised mate rest back to be supported against his chest. The fact that this position undoubtedly gave Clevon a taste of what was to come, with the feel of Caleb's hardness pressed against the small of his back was merely a happy consequence of this.
Caleb brought the goblet to his love's lips. "Drink slowly," he advised. "I know you must be doubly thirsty with heat and deprivation, but gulping it will do you no favors."