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Some people just were privileged in life,that certainly was not unfair to say. Lancelot Du Lac was definitely a person who benefited from said privilege. While his life could have been a sad story of a poor orphan growing up in a group home, or worse…he was lucky to get adopted by a kind and wealthy French woman. His mother loved and doted on him and never made him feel like anything less than her own flesh blood. On top of that he had the security of never wanting for food, clothes, or money either. Even now that he was grown and away from the quiet French countryside he was raised in, he had financial support that aided in putting him through college. Rather than staying in dorms he had been put in a nice, comfortable apartment. A large one bedroom in a small community near campus. As a single alpha he never really worried about the neighborhood, and was content just to have his own territory.
With his charmed upbringing, he was lucky enough that work was not something he needed to make rent. Though it was something that ultimately, he wanted to do so he was not too much of a financial strain on the woman who raised him. That, and well, he enjoyed the benefits of bar tending through college. After all, affluence was not really the thing that Lancelot was known for. No, that would be his looks. With long, well maintained violet hair, piercing lavender eyes and a body that he worked out to maintain he was a heartthrob. With his appearance, confidence and innate alpha attributes when he entered a space people noticed . Since he was well aware of that fact he was happy to put on a smile, flirt and work people over.
That was something he used to his advantage since working as a bartender meant being able to meet a lot of beautiful omegas...all of whom were either already looking for a good time or needed to pick me up. Which was perfect for an attractive prime alpha to offer a few flirtatious words, clever seduction to lure them into his bed. An act he did nearly every night… He was becoming known for being a heart breaker, but that often only worked to his advantage. People loved the idea of taming wild alpha's, right? Though time and time again he would repeat the pattern and leave longing women behind.
It was more than just a game, it was more of a vice. Truthfully, sex was bordering on an addiction for him. There were very few days he was not partaking in one way or another. If not hooking up from work, he would meet people on hook up apps. The chase was fun, but his lust was insatiable. He needed a warm body he could hold for the night with zero attachment. Sometimes that meant booty calls to old flings, but usually just one night stands.
Rare was it that he had to really masturbate, but when he did, prerecorded porn was not his thing. The acting did little to draw him in, and the angles were all focusing on the wrong things. Maybe he was just too "alpha'' for his own good; but he didn't like watching feral growls, false heats and fake claiming bites from the actors either. It was gross, honestly. So, naturally, Lancelot preferred to watch cam girls when he had to take care of things himself. He loved watching them play with their soft breasts, dancing and showing off their lovely curves in skimpy lingerie. It was everything he needed to come undone. Recently though, his favorite form of release was coming from a single new up and coming cam star. This was nothing like his usual material and it was a growing curiosity. For starters, it was a youthful omega male. One that went by the pseudonym Sakura.
It was not a curvaceous figure but something somewhat thin, petite, and somewhat lanky. Very obviously he was omega in the way his hips had just the smallest tease of flare and he seemed so soft. The boy hid his face behind makeup or costumes, which maybe only added to his intrigue. It felt like everyday he wanted to see more. The thing that drew him in like a moth to flame was his gorgeous, two-toned eyes. One a soft milky color and the other a dark shade of brown that was near black. It made his expressions more exaggerated, nothing short of erotic. Plus, his fingers were so long and thin which lended well to him fingering himself on camera. When they wrapped around his small cock it was nearly dwarfed and it was just entrancing. Everything about him was different: slender, milky skinned and the opposite of what normally made his dick throb with need…yet he could not get him, get Sakura, out of his mind. It was bordering on an obsession as of late. At times he found himself comparing him to his sexual partners. Which of course meant being more picky and finding ones that had some of the same qualities to let his mind wander into fantasy.
At this point, he was getting desperate. He had to met.
It was not uncommon for fanatics of these cam stars to think that. He read in forums how many thought that if they were noticed by their masturbation fantasies, maybe there would be love. Lancelot was not like that. He was not delusional, nor was the alpha some lonely, whimpering little fool. He could get laid whenever he wanted...and love was probably never something that would happen for him again. He was not the type. All Lancelot wanted, honestly, was to meet and have sex. Maybe a repeat hook up. He was not a mouth breathing loser in a basement. Lancelot knew he was attractive, smart, strong and fuck he was in school to be a lawyer. He was a god damn catch. If they could just chat he was sure that Sakura would want to fulfill his fantasies. Who wouldn’t? Cocky maybe, but it was the truth so he deserved that ego.
Thankfully, it seemed that he was going to get the chance to at least have a conversation with Sakura. For the first time ever, the boy was doing an auction for their time. A private session webcam with one of his followers. One on one, through a screen but at least he could show off a little himself. It honestly sounded amazing, and he as going to win.
Tonight he was off work, which was perfect. Kariya streamed at a pretty routine time, so he was ready and comfortable come show time. The violet haired alpha lying in his bed, with a laptop in hand watching as the cute boy’s show started. It was obvious immediately that he was nervous. The omega’s timid smile alone was enough to make him feel a tingle below the belt as he looked up with those pretty two toned eyes. The man letting out a soft groan at the sight as he moved the camera over himself so that they could all get a look of his outfit.
The boy was in a costume, as per usual. This time a sexy maid uniform. It was something that had a tiny, bikini-like bralette that just barely covered his areolas. The skirt and apron were small, hovering over his slender legs in a nice set of white stockings. Just barely visible was a pair of white panties with black lace under it, clinging to his small cock. It was all finished with a set of heels that made his ass stick out a little. The shoes didn’t really matter that much, but it did add to effect. Wordlessly saying whomever gets this prize was going to have all of him at “their service.” As always, he picked out a wig to wear. This one a platinum silver color with long strands down along his shoulders and back as he settled the camera back on it’s stand.
“Hello everyone, I’m so happy you all are here. This is my first time doing a private auction...and I’m nervous,” the omega said, smiling into the camera. His voice was pitched just slightly higher and breathy. Something about it almost gave Lancelot goosebumps. “So, I hope you’ll all be gentle with me for my first auction. Whoever wins the bidding after 5 minutes, get a private video session with me. Good luck everyone, I can’t wait to see the winner.” He lifted a hand to his mouth, almost looking like he was nervously chewing his finger for a moment. Little glimpses of personality like that made him that much more appealing.
The alpha sighed, typing a reply immediately.
VioletKnight: I look forward winning
There were many comments like that, but few he knew could back it up as he watched the omega turn on the timer for the bidding. Within seconds it started and the numbers were shooting up. Sakura was not a huge streamer but was getting a decent following, so it was not going to be cheap. Though that was ok, he had saved tips for the last month or so and he could afford to make a statement.
So, Lancelot would wait for some time to pass, watching as the numbers were climbing into the hundreds. At first it was simple, $50 here, and then it jumped to $100 and started to move up in increments For 4.5 minutes he watched as they nickel and dimed the number higher and higher, hoping to have that last minute one dollar win. It seemed like the bids were stalling around $400, which was fine. He was not going to risk being outed by a few dollars. No way was he going to lose like that. Instead he would wait until the last 10 seconds before submitting his bid for 1500 dollars to ensure that no one jumped him at all in the last seconds.
The look on Sakura’s face when he watched the bid jumped instantly over 1K was priceless. His pretty duo colored eyes widened for a moment, looking almost stunned at the amount there. He had gotten pretty good at staying in character for the stream, but clearly this made him break it for a moment. It was honestly endearing as the auction had ended, a small timer beeping on the stream. It seemed to make him recover from the shock and put on a timid smile.
“Wow, great job everyone. It looks like VioletKnight wins this round,” he said, closing his eyes and beaming toward the camera. “Thank you all sooo so much for bidding!! I got to give the lucky winner his prize. I hope to see you all for my regular stream.” In a moment he was winking as he blew a kiss towards the camera. The chat moved super fast, most disappointed by the loss, some jealous that they didn’t win. None of them mattered since Lancelot was going to get his prize. His heart raced so loud it was thumping in his ears. That was a lot of money, but it was hard to feel any buyer's remorse with his excitement mounting like this.
The main stream was cut off, and he waited a second wondering if he was supposed to reach out or if Sakura was? He looked around, taking a deep breath and deciding to straighten himself up. The alpha would take some time to adjust his hair and lights in the room, ensuring there was no dirty laundry behind him. He had to look his best, so he was not just one of the pathetic losers who was just trying to get the attention of their cam boy. This was more than that, somehow. Once he was back on the bed he had a video call notification pop up in his browser.
Lancelot would let the call ring for a second before answering it once more. The same beautiful face on the screen that he had become so accustomed to seeing, only this time the little light on his own camera was illuminated and blinking, broadcasting him for Sakura to see as well. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, watching as the other gasped and was looking at him. Really looking at him. People that looked at porn were stereotyped into one of two categories, fairly or not. Lonely middle aged men who do not get laid...and fat unattractive men. He was neither and clearly that had not been expected. “Hello, Sakura,” the soft baritone rumbled from his throat, a hint of a french accent in his words.
“Oh, hello,” the omega stammered for a moment, a visible blush on the milky cheeks. “Congratulations...that was a really nice bid. You get to request anything you would like me to do for tonight.”
The soft lavender eyes were fixed on the screen, admiring the pretty two toned eyes and letting his gaze travel as far as he could see on the screen. That beautiful body hidden behind the maid costume. That was going to change shortly, he was sure. “I will likely have to bid more next time, assuming there is a next that is. You are gorgeous,” he complimented and found his tongue trailing his lips a little. He could have him do whatever he wanted, hm? Doubtful. Otherwise he would suggest just meeting up and fucking, but, he understood what he meant. He had to prove he was not some rapist weirdo before even suggesting such a thing.
“If I have you all to myself, I want to do this nice and slow ,” he said and adjusted the camera so his body was more in frame. He lifted the hem of his shirt slowly and exposed his well sculpted body. Hard abs, nice pecs and biceps that were defined and visible from the angle of his laptop on the bed.. “Why don’t you take your time taking off that uniform. I want to admire your body.”
Sakura gave away how much this was affecting him already with a single hard swallow. The slender neck uncovered as his adam’s apple rose and fell. Those pretty eyes not looking toward the camera but his computer screen like it would when he was reading a chat. Still he could see his pupils blow out. Right now, he looked almost like he was dazed, and it was making the ingrained alpha instincts feel ravenous. Like he wanted to devour this pretty boy. Especially since he was shuddering at the order to strip.
Good, he was glad the attraction was mutual. It would make slowly seducing the cam star that much easier. Judging by his hours and the sunlight in the curtain behind him, he could tell that he was at least in the same time zone or a similar one. Most of these people were supposedly “in your area”. He always thought it was probably as a back door way of advertising prostitutes anyway. Though he was sure Sakura was not someone that got physical with clients… that was what his instincts said anyway. Something about his movements, while being incredibly sexy, were clumsy. Amatuer, really. Like he was a virgin almost.
Or he was a damn good actor, who knows?
“Of course,” the breathy voice promised, offering the other a smile. “What should I call you tonight? You are my Knight for the night,” he teased. Those long, slender fingers reached for the zipper of the skirt he was wearing, slowly sliding it down. Once it was past his hips it would slide off his body and onto the ground. The pale boy standing in nothing but the bra set over his flat chest, and matching panties. The white a soft compliment against his pale skin, matching the stockings and garters he wore. He settled back on his chair, spreading his legs slowly to show off more of his panties for Lancelot to watch, his hand slowly moving down and teasing near the hem of it.
Lancelot was entranced for a moment, barely registering that he was being asked for his name. Well, more accurately what he wanted to be called for the night. The man narrowed his eyes into lust filled slits, looking toward the camera intensely and knowing that he was seeing it as well. “Well, Sakura ,” he said voice smooth and low. “My name is Lancelot, but if you want I am sure I would love hearing you call me your alpha.”
With those words the lavender eyes dropped to the screen. Nothing had really happened yet, those longer fingers were just playing with the hem of his panties and he felt his cock straining. Fuck this boy was going to be the death of him. He was not the type to get full cocked from sight of a bralette. Not normally, anyway. “Well, cher aren’t you gorgeous,” he complimented, a hint of an accent coming to light as the omega shifted into his chair and lowered the camera just a little. God what he would not give for that to be his lap. Fuck he was horny.
“Why don’t you tease your nipples for me. Gentle touches and then build up to light pinches," he directed. It was something that always made him make the most erotic, honest faces during his cam sessions. Whether or not he realized it. Lancelot was wanting to play his body like a finely tuned instrument...through the safety and privacy of a screen. If he was not dripping and wanting permission to impale himself, he had not done his job. This was going to be a two way street today.
The omega didn’t hesitate to follow his instructions, moving his delicate hands up toward the soft lacey fabric covering his chest. His hands were slender and elegant, all of him having this almost gaunt beauty to it. He was not quite sickly, but definitely bordering on waifish. A line he skirted so well. Lavender eyes watched as he teased, the sensitive buds hardening a little under the material before it was pushed aside to reveal his chest. His areolas are a soft pink, and nipples growing rosier from the teasing.
Sakura pinched those cute little nipples, his back arching slightly and a desperate little sound slipping out of his throat. His nipples were not the only thing hard. Lancelot could see his cock starting to stiffen. The cute little thing pressing against the soft, white material of his panties and straining. “Alpha...do you like this?” he asked softly. He pushed over the material on the other side, teasing and working up that nipple. His teeth sinking into his lower lip and shuddering from stimulating his chest alone.
His camera was such quality that he could see the blush on his cheeks, and how he kept looking toward the screen, like he knew that those eyes made him come undone. He was doing this for him. What was it about Sakura that drew him in? Normally he rarely liked to fuck the same person twice. Fuck he rarely went back to streamers more than once or twice since they got blaise and he knew what to expect. That feeling never settled in with this cam boy.
“You look like you are enjoying that,” Lancelot said calmly, his hand just off screen rubbing at his clothed cock to give some relief so that he could retain control. “You probably don’t even realize how expressive you can be. I think that is why I enjoy watching you. Those moments where your character breaks and you are just enjoying yourself. It’s beautiful, and yes I very much like it. Such a good omega, Sakura,” the alpha said, keeping his voice calm. He was sure under the masks, makeup, and wigs he was stunning.
To emphasize the point he moved his webcam, showing his clothed erection. For a moment he rubbed along the length, letting him see just how big it was. The omega looked shocked for a moment and it made Lancelot chuckle under his breath. Gods, he was so fucking cute. He would recenter the camera back so was on his face with a smirk. “Next I want you to use those fingers to rub yourself, through the panities. I like watching you slowly drip through,” he explained, not having a problem with vocalizing the things he enjoyed. He was always confident about sex, and knew what he liked.
“Y-Yes alpha,” The moment the words left his mouth, those hands moved down from his nipples toward the fabric prison constraining his cock. The soft lace made his skin look more pale, and untouched as his fingers rubbed his half hard cock. It seemed just a little touch took it from semi aroused to fully spring to life. Sakura was getting more and more into it. Not being the stereotypical cam whore that was reading the chat and faking it based on feedback. No, he was liking this a lot… and soon a thick bead of precum brushing the surface of the soft material, along with a soft stain of slick.He watched the two colored eyes look almost hazy as they looked not toward the camera but the screen, watching him. Looking to see if he approved as those slender hips started to rock upward, trying to meet his hand as he teased himself and get a little more friction. “A-Alpha…” he whined softly, closing his eyes as his head rolled back in his chair.
It was getting harder and harder to think straight while watching Sakura. He was so obedient, shakily complying to his orders and seeming to be craving an affirmation to his alpha. “Fucking sexy, such a good omega.” With his head rolled back, it was showing his unmarked neck and making a low growl rumble in his throat. Gods what was it about him that was making him so obsessed? He wished there was not a screen between them. He wanted more; wanted to know what his arousal smelled like, and the delicate scent he was sure was flooding that room like a bitch in heat. For now he could only imagine his ideal vision of an omega. Bright, sweet, and light…
“That is what I like to see. You are so good at that,” the alpha complimented, voice a little huskier as followed along now, stroking his own cock through his boxers. The material was past tat point that it was uncomfortable. “What are you imagining to make you wet so fast,” Lancelot asked in a soft tone licking his lips. With that he would adjust his webcam again making sure that his camera was catching his restrained cock. With one more stroke he hooked his finger into the waistband an pulled them down, letting the massive alpha cock spring out. The man wrapped a single hand around the base, showing off just how much longer and thicker it was than his fingers…and subsequently how much bigger he was than the small little toys he had seen on camera could hope to be. “Let me guess for you. Having me touch you? Confident, commanding...experienced? How good it would feel .” He was stroking himself slowly and letting out a soft groan. The pretty omega was actually drooling and it was gorgeous.
“Next, I want you to lick your fingers, make sure they are dripping with your saliva,” he said with a soft, almost shaking sigh. He seemed to like the orders, so he was going to keep giving them. “Push the panties aside and I want you to rub them along your cute little boy pussy.”
Sakura looked almost hypnotized from the order. He nodded, long silvery strands from his wig having fallen into his eyes as he put those long fingers into his mouth and started to suck. His tongue twisted along the length of each digit, coating them in saliva. The act of having something in his lips seeming to only make him moan and slick up more. Once they were almost shining from the liquid coating them, the fingers moved down along his panties. Aside from just soaking into his panties, he could see it almost dripping past the confines of the fabric and down his thighs just a bit. The omega whining as he quickly was tugging them aside so it exposed his now dripping wet entrance for the other.
Never had Lancelot see him this wet on stream. Truely like an omega in heat. Hell, in some of the shows he had seen the boy had to awkwardly use at least a bit of lube when he played with toys. That was not needed this time, he could easily take his dripping fingers and rub along the lips of his cunt. He parted the pretty pink lip. “A-Alpha...I want your cock,” his voice almost mewling as he pressed a finger into him, gasping softly in pleasure. His finger started pumping in and out of himself, pushing out some of the slick with each push inside. A second finger easily joined the first as he fingered himself. Those stocking covered legs spread more, giving him an amazing view of his hands working himself. “N-Need your big, thick cock inside of me, w-want to feel you on me…” It was a whimper as it left him, making Lancelot moan loudly.
Sakura could see the efforts of his little show on Lancelot directly...and fantasize about the thick cock he was slowly stroking inside of him. Stretching the inexperienced little hole, and milking a knot out of him…and Lancelot could envision it too. He was almost panting as he started to stroke his cock faser. The already hard shaft is getting somehow more so, the tip red and needy.
“Such a good omega,” he praised softly and was trying to keep his head together. To be able to keep talking and working the other up but he was getting too worked up himself. “Imagine how it would feel getting stretched on my cock… to be fucked into your bed and knotted. Bred. ” He said softly and watched those perfect fingers still working as they pumped in and out of himself, not just teasing anymore but starting to work himself over. They would not be nearly enough to simulate him, but that was not the real point. It was putting the idea in his mind and living a fantasy together. “Fuck yourself on those pretty fingers. Cum for your alpha. I want you to watch you lose control.”
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As the order was given, the violet haired man started changing the way he was playing with his own cock. There was no longer a concern with how it looked to Sakura as much as he was wanting to climax. No, not just cum, he wanted to knot. To let himself fully unload his cum, and imagine that his fist squeezing around the base was anything close to how tight and small Sakura looked. The strong scent of alpha pheromones spiking in the air around him. A natural musk, spiced like cinnamon. With a tight squeeze he felt his knot starting to form, getting bigger and bigger.
“NOW Sakura,” he growled out like an order.
It seemed his growl was what sent him over the edge. The cam boy bit his lip, letting out a muffled cry. His little cock was still inside his panties, clear and impotent cum beading through the material. With his back arched, the omega’s pussy visible clenched tightly around his fingers. He was still for a moment, whining and panting from the high of his orgasm.
The sight was absolutely fucking amazing. The last push to make the alpha see starts and surrender to euphoria. His head dipping back, hair like a violet curtain behind him and letting out a moan that he was sure could be heard through the walls if anyone was paying attention. Thick hot streams of alpha seed were splashing up on his stomach and chest, milky and visible even on camera; contrasting the sweat he was coated in. He was smiling looking at the screen and panting softly, his hand still squeezed around his knot to keep that euphoric sensation.
For a long time both of them were quiet, just floating and coming back down to earth. Sakura moved first, slowly pulling his fingers from inside of him. Lancelot watched as they were lifted up to his lips and soft tongue licking them slowly. Cleaning them of slick as of it was his cum and pulling a groan from Lancelot. Everything about him looked softer at that moment. Not the forced flirty confidence that he was imitating for his persona. The walls were down and he was happy, soft milk and coffee colored eyes staring at him with a lazy smile on his face. “That felt good, alpha.”
Lancelot had a desire to hold him with that face...to let him stay safe and warm against him and not have to pretend. Gods, he made him feel things he never felt for others. “You did very good Sakura.” There was an immediate blush and he bashfully looked away.
Sadly, Lancelot realized that their one on one time was about to end. Before that could happen, he needed to say something. This was his chance, after all. All of this would be a good time, but for nothing if he didn’t.
The alpha took in a slow breath and got his thoughts in order, thank goodness for post nut clarity right?. “Maybe sometime we can play again. I can pay privately if you are in need of funds or just need the security of me being a paid client. I do not mind, as long as I get to see this,” he stated and vaguely gestured toward the screen. It had been more arousing and fun than he anticipated by a long shot. More than ever he was dedicated to his belief of getting to know him in person. To fucking the gorgeous omega and making something from...nothing right now. “Something about you captivates me. I want to unearth what bit by bit.. And get you out from behind the mask. Though, I do not expect that to be a quick process. You need to trust me, and I need to earn that. Just consider giving me the chance to do so.”
This made him look back toward him again. There was an obvious look of surprise that completely broke any remaining bits of the character he wore. Lancelot had paid a ton of money for his time, so maybe he was seeing dollar signs. For a long moment after his preposition the cam boy was quiet, seeming to think over his words. It was hard to read the expression that was there. Disbelief? Excitement? Something else entirely? Though he did not say anything else, waiting for him to process his thoughts.
“If you’d like to do another session, I would like that as well.” A gentle smile was in place along with another rosy flush to his cheek. “We can work out...something for both of us. I’ll add you here. It will make it so you can private message me. Message me tomorrow, and we can work out a deal.” No sooner did he say that was there a notification that he added VioletKnight onto a private friends list.
“I look forward to seeing you again…” he started, before pausing for a moment. “Goodnight, Lancelot.
The alpha smiled genuinely, feeling his heart pounding with the rush of lust and adrenaline. He never doubted he would get his attention, but the confirmation of it felt nice. Dizzying really. Now he had the ability to send messages anytime and open the door for more chances to get...intimate like this. “I look forward to it. I plan on leaving you this breathless and wanting after all of our time together. Take care of yourself and try not to have too much fun without me,” the alpha promised with a smirk and would look at him for a long moment before the feed cut off and the light from his own camera went out. That had been so fucking hot. He had not knotted his fist like that since he was a high-schooler… There was just something about him that did it for him in every way. Hopefully he could uncover more and decipher it. It was the only way he was going to get this growing obsession for the boy out of his mind. For now, it was a game of cat and mouse, and he was happy to bide his time before he pounced.