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Maybe it was the frequency with which he was knotted or maybe it was because an omega’s first heats were irregular, but Tim’s first heat lasted less than twenty-four hours.
When it was over he was starving again, and his pussy and cock felt tingly and tender. Not bruised or torn or anything, but almost like a more intimate version of the well-used feeling in his crotch after he rode his bike for a long time. He hadn’t been rubbed raw, because there was so much slick, but even so it had been rubbed a hell of a lot.
Physically, he recovered quickly.
Mentally… he’d been waiting for this bond for years. It was the finish line.
But now he had crossed it, age fourteen. Why didn’t he feel relieved?
He’d been all wrong about it being a finish line. Letting himself be turned into an omega wasn’t a race for a finish line. It was training to qualify to begin a marathon.
And now the marathon had begun.