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Soft aromas tickled my nose and gently wafted me into the waking world. My peepers took in the soft early morning light filtering through the windows of my room in Brinkley Court, while the wonderful smell of my morning tea, along with the subtle alluring alpha musk carried by the hands that delivered said tea gently engulfed me. “Morning, Jeeves.”
“Good morning, Sir.”
I pulled myself up into a sitting position watching Jeeves gracefully position the tray over my legs. “Seems to be a fine summer morning. Anything of note in the news rag?” I inquired before I took my first sip of the heavenly brew. I moaned, the delightful taste rolling over my tongue and down my throat, “Wonderful, Jeeves.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Jeeves replied in his melodious voice, “The weather is indeed expected to be most clement today for Mrs. Travers afternoon garden party. The newspapers report that there is some ongoing disturbance in India and that one of the Great God’s will be claiming their Beloved Omega here in Great Britain.”
I coughed raggedly, tea rattling down the wrong pipe at his bland pronouncement. “Jeeves,” I cried, reaching for towelette and the news rag “Jeeves, I say! How can you be so calm? A Great God taking a Beloved. That’s ooja-cum-spiff with knobs on. The last claiming was only 20-25 years ago. Have they announced the lucky goose or gander’s identity yet?”
“It has in fact been 28 years since the Great God Holmes claimed the Beloved Watson, Sir. In answer to your inquiry, the newspapers have not as yet printed the particulars of this Great God and their Beloved. The Church of the Great Gods in London informed the papers that the Beloved will be informed of the honor later this week. They intimated they would announce which church shall host the ceremony in a few days.”
I scanned the paper avidly. “Topping, Jeeves, just topping. The ceremony must be soon. We’ll need to ankle off and obtain an appropriate temple gift to honor the Great God and the Beloved. How exciting to be alive and in the same country during a claiming.”
“Indeed, Sir. I will ensure that a suitable offering has been prepared.” I looked at Jeeves sharply, there had been a little extra ginger, something dark and hard in his voice, but his visage remained unruffled.
I shrugged it off and prepared for my day. After a small sartorial scuffle over my corking new purple pinstriped socks, a scuffle I won earning a small Jeevesian frown of disapproval, I was bucked up and ready to face the day. “What are Aunt Dahlia’s marching orders to me, her beloved nephew and you my servant of fish-fueled brilliance?”
“Mrs. Travers has requested that you escort Miss Angela to the garden tea party since her affianced alpha, Mr. Glossop, is unable to attend today’s events.” Jeeves explained while he brushed down my outfit and smoothed out his imagined wrinkles. “Seppings has assigned me to supervise and assist the staff serving during today’s al fresco gathering.”
“Well, that sounds corking. No cow creamers to steal, no books of pointed observations to obtain, and no rouge fiancés to navigate. Might almost be relaxing.” I smiled hugely at my toothsome valet.
“One can hope, Sir. I feel it is my duty to mention that Miss Honoria, and Miss Madeline will also be in attendance, both with their betrothed partners.”
“Oh… uh… well…,” I stuttered, nervously, “There aren’t any riffs currently between the omega’s and their alphas right?”
“None that I’m aware of, Sir. I will of course monitor events and inform you of any unexpected changes in said relations.”
“Much appreciated, Jeeves. I would hate to lose our cozy bachelor lifestyle. And now that I’m thoroughly bucked up with stunning socks, shall we pop off to do the wrinkled relations bidding?”
Jeeves gave a small shudder at the mention of my sartorial win, but gave a nod in acknowledgement of my words before exiting the room. Watching him leave the room, tension I hadn’t noticed seeped from my shoulders, and I slid like melted butter into a convenient chesterfield. It was always slightly delicious torture to be in the room with my man Jeeves. It was utterly inappropriate and pointless, but I worshiped the handsome, brilliant alpha. If I wasn’t so useless of an omega along with being as he so correctly described as mentally negligible, I would have used every thing I’d learned from my brilliant gentleman’s personal gentleman about the psychology of the individual to affix Jeeves permanently and completely to my side. And dash the improprieties. Instead I chose to enjoy the time I had with him until a truly worthy omega came along.
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Aunt Dahlia’s tea party was humming along with no sign of fiancé outbreaks or cow creamers in sight. My worthy cousin Angela and I were currently chewing the fat with Madeline Bassett, her affianced Alpha Gussie Fink-Nottle, the Alpha Honoria Glossop and her affianced Omega Blair Eggleson. This is the point in my stories where I dither and dotter on how much history to include. Cover too much of what’s been previously reported and some readers cry “Fowl” for repeat detail. Too little and new readers complain about dangling ends and incomplete bobs. I feel however that some small particulars are necessary, so fair warning if you are thoroughly up on my history while I catch up new bibliophiles.
Madeline Bassett was an Omega and coincidently the soppiest most sentimental gawd help us that I’d ever been unwilling engaged to. In an attempt to help Gussie, newt fancier, good egg, and worlds meekest alpha woo a la Bassett, I’d managed to bungle it to the point that she thought I was pitching a woo for her. The soup had eventually gotten so thick that even Tuppy and Angela had called off their engagement, and Anatole had threatened to leave. Eventually Jeeves had turned his brilliance on the sitch, the end result being a 12-mile bicycle ride in the rain for myself, but an engaged Bassett and Fink-Nottle, reunited Angela and Glossop, and Chef Anatole providing his heavenly treats once more. Madeline seemed thoroughly contented with the Fink-Nottle. Even after years of knowing him the fact that Gussie, newt-fancier, tongue tied Gussie, was an alpha, shocked and flabbergasted me.
Honoria seemed equally contented to drag around the omega Blair Eggleson. Honoria was an extremely attractive and intellectual girl. She also had a laugh like a braying mule and an unwholesome desire to improve me whenever I had the misfortune to become engaged to her. Fortunately, Jeeves had repeatedly managed to convince the Glossop parental units that I was a looney bird, and enamored of fractious felines, thus relieving me of the engagement. It appeared that I was free for the time being of the risk. Honoria seemed thoroughly entranced with Eggleson. Eggleson, the novelist, was a peculiar one, constantly scribbling in a notebook, or popping off random bits of poetry while Honoria mingled and carted him around to the crowd. I carefully stretched my shoulder, where I could feel a bruise forming and tightening up my muscles. Honoria had felt the need to give me a hearty welcome slap when we meet along with the braying call of “Ho, Bertie,” that had almost fractured my ears.
Of course, the Great God and their Beloved was the talk of the day. Everyone was speculating about which god, and throwing out names of unbonded omega’s that they knew. Madeline and Honoria were speculating freely with Angela about the ceremony and the beloved, while Fink-Nottle, Eggleson, and I listened as only men do when women discuss formal occasions.
“Imagine the joy of being the Great God’s Beloved,” Madeline tittered and blushed, peaking at Gussie, “The Priests make it sound like a Beloved feel nothing but extreme pleasure in the ceremony. Oh wouldn’t it be wonderful to be a blessed witness!”
“Madeline!” Gussie cried, scandalized.
“Don’t be a prude, Fink-Nottle,” Honoria interjected, “there is obviously something amazing in the touch of a Great God. D.H Lawrence is tame in comparison to some of the scriptures of the Great God’s bondings with their Beloveds, even with all the descriptive fig leaves. And if the Great Gods touch didn’t thrill the beloveds why would anyone, even Beloved Watson, stay with something like the Great God Holmes.”
“Love, perhaps.” I speculated, the first words I’d contributed to the conversation. I’d read everything I could about the Great God’s and their Beloveds, well at least that which I could comprehend, and in particular Holmes and Watson. I had won that Scripture Knowledge Prize honestly no matter what Fink-Nottle had implied. What I’d read made it seem that the bond between a Great God and their Beloved was more than just about the pleasure a coupling of alpha and omega brought. Even the coupling of an Alpha God with his Omega.
“Don’t be more of a chump than necessary, Wooster,” Honoria snapped “The Great Gods and their Beloved’s sound more like arranged marriages to produce offspring. The Gods choose the most fertile omegas to bear their young and bless the world. And that certainly leaves infertile omegas like you out, doesn’t it, Wooster”
I flinched back at her harsh words, but the Code of the Wooster’s prevented me from striking her, either physically or verbally. Alpha or omega one simply did not treat any female that way. Instead I forced a chuckle, as if my failure to ever have a heat cycle did not bother me, “True, true.”
My beautiful beta cousin Angela interjected, obviously offended on my behalf, “Now see here, Honoria.! Bertie…”
“Sir,” Jeeves voice smoothly interrupted, stopping Angela mid ejaculation, when he materialized into our midst. “I apologize for interrupting, but Mrs. Travers is requesting that Miss Angela and yourself join her in the East Garden.”
“Of course, Jeeves. Lead on.” Taking Angela's arm, and firmly pulling her along after me I followed my valet out of the back garden and towards my deserving Aunt.
“Don’t you listen to those silly loons, Bertie. Just because you haven’t bonded yet doesn’t mean you won’t.” Angela said, giving me a cousinly hug, and unfortunately wrenching my bruised shoulder in the process. “They have no idea what they gave up when they choose those two loony birds over you. Simply dreadful taste in men. We will find you a truly wonderful bond mate and then they shall see. Right, Jeeves?”
“As you say, Miss.”
“Oh no, Jeeves, that’s alright.” I demurred quickly, knowing that if Jeeves put his mind to it, I would be bonded before I knew it. And the only bonded I wanted was my man Jeeves. “I perfectly happy. Content to buzz along, the perpetual bachelor.”
“Yes, Sir. Miss.” Jeeves said with a bow, leaving us beside the East Garden. I watched him glide away for a moment or two longer than appropriate, then turned, and led Angela to Aunt Dahlia.
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“Jeeves,” I groaned late that night as my gentleman helped remove my dinner jacket, “Honoria really needs to remember she’s a human, not a Clydesdale who needs to knock down one and all.”
“Yes, Sir. Indeed, I fear she will need to learn her actions may have unexpected consequences.”
My shoulder had locked up in the last few hours during the after-dinner drinks, and the throbbing was growing more insistent. I slide into the hot soothing bath Jeeves had drawn for me. Sighing I allowed the water to ease my aching muscles and bruised soul. It had been a harder hit to my pride to have my infertility suddenly thrown in my face. Most of the time people where polite enough to keep their thoughts to themselves. As an omega who had never had a heat, and therefore unable to carry children, I knew that it was only my position in society that made me even remotely acceptable marriage prospect. And that was only because in theory I might be able to sire them with a woman. I’d long ago resigned myself to this, but having it pushed into one’s face was disheartening.
“Jeeves, I need some bucking up. Put one of Mr. Bechet’s recordings on the gramophone.”
The soulful sounds of Sidney Bechet’s clarinet soon filled the room, pulling me out of myself and into the music. I soaked in my tub, my mind floating away until the water began cooling and Jeeves gently but insistently pulled me out of the water.
After I dried myself, and pulled on my lovely maroon paisley pajama bottoms, I toddled sleepily out into the bedroom. Flopping tiredly on the bed, I was too bushed to quiz Jeeves about the missing tops. Cool fingers touched my bruised shoulder, causing me to flinch and then freeze in pain.
“Relax, Sir. I’ve a special soothing liniment of my own devising.” Jeeves said, his fingers beginning to massage a soothing wonderfully smelling cream into my bruised shoulder, and then gradually over my back. The massage was so relaxing that I slowly slid into the arms of that Morpheus chappy and into a most wonderful dream. The massage continued into the dream for what felt like forever, and as I sank deeper into the dream my brain conjured Jeeves voice filling my soul with words that I knew I would never hear in the waking world, “My dearest Bertram, just a little longer and everyone will know just who you belong to.”
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The next couple of days went amazingly well. Waking up in the morning Jeeves liniment had healed my shoulder. It moved freely. I managed to avoid more of Honoria enthusiastic pats, and kept myself out of conversations about Great Gods and Beloveds. I knew that like all infertile omegas that I had no chance of being the selected beloved, and honestly Jeeves calculated that any omega only had about a 1 in 6 billion chance of being a beloved. But the discussion brought up painful memories of a myriad of tests by doctors in my youth to determine why I have not had any heat cycles, even though I was obviously an omega. And reminded me of all that I would never truly have even if Aunt Agatha did get me bonded by hook or by crook .
Even Aunt Agatha knew this, always ensuring that the alpha’s she threw at me where female in an obvious attempt to ensure I continued the Wooster line, even if I couldn’t carry them myself like a real Wooster Omega. She didn’t come outright and say it, but Aunt A. always presented me in such a way that my fortune and future title outweighed what to her were my obvious failures as a human being. Thanks to Jeeves though, I’d managed to escape all of my matrimonial and bonding prospects and in such a way that I nearly always looked like the one who had been thrown over. I’m sure that irritated Aunt Agatha almost as much as it tickled Aunt Dahlia.
The week had plodded along at a gentle pace, with only a few small bumps in the road, that Jeeves quickly cleared up with even more perspicacity than normal. It had been quite fun and I was looking forward to the weekend, when Stinker Pinker appeared at Brinkley Court in his pastoral garb.
“Oi, Stinker!” I cried having been called into his and Aunt Dahlia’s presence in the library, Jeeves trailing behind me. “What ho! What ho! How’s Stiffy?”
Stinker was oddly cautious when taking my hand, pumping it weakly and not responding to my hearty greeting and question about his beautiful and cunning bride. Aunt Dahlia waved me to a chair, and Jeeves unobtrusively set about providing everyone with drinks. I folded myself onto a comfortable couch, asking “So how can I be of service Aged A?”
Aunt Dahlia rolled her eyes at me before replying, “Bertie, you useless flop, do try to be respectful in front of guests. The Reverend has something important to discuss with you.”
Stinker swallowed his entire b. and s. in one gulp, shuddering and gasping. I raised my eyebrow at this action, turning it on Jeeves to see if he would provide any information, but I couldn’t read any emotion on his face. Finally, Stinker wiped his mouth, and patted his forehead with his handkerchief. I started to get nervous when Stinker opened and closed his mouth several times before he final came out with, “Bertie, I’m sure you’ve heard that a Great God has chosen a Beloved.”
I flapped the digits into the air, “I could hardly miss it.”
“Yes, well, ummm… ah… Have you heard that the Ceremony will be held here in Market Snodsberry?”
“Stinker, what an honor for you! So, your here to ask Aunt Dahlia and Jeeves help coordinating all the bits and bobs? Must be some spiffy toffs coming for the festivities.”
“Well, yes, I could use some help, but that’s not why I’m here.” Stinker looked even more nervy, shifting in his seat. “I’m here about the Great God’s Beloved.”
“The Beloved?” I queried, not following the twist in Stinker’s tale.
Stinker twisted his hands together not saying anything, until finally Aunt Dahlia prodded him in the ribs. “Get to it, boy.”
Stinker jumped and then blurted out, “You’re the beloved. The Great God selected you.”
“Pull the other one, Stinker.” I said with forced laughter, surprised at this ridiculous jocularity at my expense, “Now, how can Jeeves help you?”
“Bertie, you young blot, sit down, swallow that stiff drink and listen to the Reverend. You’ve been chosen to be a Beloved.”
I goggled at the aged A, sputtering, “But I can’t be a Beloved. I’m infertile. Someone’s going to come a cropper with this mistake.”
Stinker held out a piece of shaking parchment, “This is from the Head of the Church. You’re to start the cleansing rites this afternoon.”
I took the parchment with nerveless fingers, hands trembling. Trying and failing to focus on the elaborate calligraphy. My brain wouldn’t seem to focus, all I could make out was my name and the words Great God, and beloved. Suddenly a masculine hand, a hand I knew almost better than my own, moved into my field of view from over my shoulder and gently removed the parchment from my grasp. “Allow me, Sir.”
Jeeves scanned the form quickly expression neutral. His alpha scent soothing my ragged nerves. “All appears in order, Sir. A Great God has declared that you are his Beloved and calls for you to be joined with him this Saturday, here in Market Snodsberry.”
I stared fixedly at his loved face, despair washing over me at his calmly spoken words. Words that were pulling me forever from his side. I closed my eyes, swallowing hard, reminding myself that Jeeves did not know of and did not return my hopeless feelings. I swallowed again, and asking the question that would affect every aspect of my future life, “Which Great God?”
“I fear, Sir, that the proclamation says that the Great God has forbidden the release of his information until he introduces himself two days hence.”
“That’s not cricket,” I cried, jumping to my feet, “I don’t even know which Great God I’ve been tied to. And if I don’t know which God, how can I make sure he knows I’m an unfruitful duffer, not to mention a little light in the bean. If my name hasn’t been announced yet I’m sure the Great God can choose a better Beloved.”
“Sir, the Great Gods only get one Beloved. If the Great God says you are theirs, fate must mean it to be so.”
“But Jeeves,” I whispered so softly, I’m amazed even my remarkable valet could hear me, the wrinkled relations and the reverends presence in the room completely ignored “What if I have a Beloved already and it’s not the G.G.?”
“Well, then Sir, I recommend you talk to your Great God. I’ve been given to understand that they will go to extraordinary lengths for their Beloveds, or perhaps you are correct and a mistake has been made”
“But the Code, one mustn’t fail to be preux.”
“In this case, Sir, I would say that the Code demands that you tell your Great God the truth. Even if it is at the bonding. One shouldn’t go into a bonding not knowing one’s partner’s heart.” Jeeves’s replied. “Now, Sir, may I offer you, Reverend Pinker, and Mrs. Travers another drink. I believe it is traditional to toast one’s engagement. And may I offer my congratulations to you, sir, on your bonding. It is a great honor to know that I’ve served a Beloved.”
“Excellent Suggestion, Jeeves.” My aged relation called, her voice distant in my ears. I watched Jeeves move away from me to the sideboard. Move away from me, those words tumbled over and over in my mind, and my heart speed up, my chest tightened and air stopped its flow to my lungs. The world turned grey and faded away.
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I woke to an unfamiliar ceiling, and a bed that although soft did not comfort me. I pulled myself upright to find Pinker and his wife Stephanie “Stiffy” sitting beside the bed, looking distinctly concerned. “Not to be all cliché but, where am I?”
“The rectory’s sacrificial quarters. Jeeves felt that once we knew you were going to be fine that we should bring you here. You’ve a couple days to perform the cleansing rites and learn about the ceremony.”
“Ahh…” I replied intelligently. “Well then… ummm… I don’t suppose I could talk to Jeeves about all this. Perhaps his brilliance will come up with a way out of this soup. He’s got me out of all my other entanglements.”
Stiffy gasped, “Bertie, this is a Great God, they have threatened to destroy the world just for the possibility of injury to a Beloved. One isn’t going to let a valet get in their way. Jeeves would be crushed like an ant.”
I hadn’t considered that possibility, Jeeves may be brilliant, but of course he couldn’t out maneuver a Great God, and I would never risk his life that way. They weren’t exactly known for their predictability, especially when it came to their Beloveds. “Right, right. Well let’s get him in hear and I’ll get gussied up and you can explain to us what he needs to do to get me ready for the ceremony.” And I could find a way to say good-bye to my man.
Pinker swallowed hard, “Sorry, Bertie, you can’t see anyone but clergyman and their bonded until the ceremony. It’s part of the cleansing.”
So, I wouldn’t be able to say goodbye to Jeeves. If I had been alone the pain would have been crippling, but I didn’t want to have to explain myself the Pinkers, so I kept the stiff upper lip and forced myself to soldier on.
The next two days were a blur of impressions with most of my mind torn by the pain of having to lose Jeeves and the panic at becoming the unknown Great God’s Beloved. A small part of me hoped that when the Great God saw me they would realize that someone had made a mistake. For how could I, infertile and mentally negligible, belong to a Great God. If luck was with me I would be rejected, the Great God would demand that they find the right Bertram Wooster, and maybe Jeeves could be persuaded to come back as my valet. It would be a blow to the Wooster Title but one I’m sure Jeeves could fix for me.
One moment did make a clear impression on me. Pinker taking me into the rectory to describe the ceremony. I think that the whole idea that I might actually be bonded started to become real then as I stared at the altar, covered in bedding, a new trellis with silk hangings and the obligatory offertory flowers over the top.
“Your Great God is very traditional, Bertie. They’ve ordered one of the more ancient bonding rites. Ummm…. They’ve provided the church with the name of five couples who are to be soul bound during the ceremony.” Pinker stuttered, pointing out 5 beds that had been spread in front of the alter, all partitioned with curtains so that if you were sitting on the beds you could see the alter, but not the other beds. “Stiffy tells me that she thinks your Great God must be quite romantic, taking you not in front of the entire congregation, but in front of selected few who are going to be blessed by being bonded with their soulmate.”
I blushed, I had been avoiding thinking about the actual bonding. Great Gods almost always took the Beloveds in at least a partially public bonding, an experience I was not particularly looking forward to. I’d just focused on how I would explain to the Great God to explain that I had a beloved already. “Well at least the God isn’t deeply traditional, or I’d be claimed in front of queen and country. But they must be going far afield to find five couples who are all going to be going in heat this weekend and I hope it isn’t too hard on them to hold until the ceremony starts. I’ve heard that waiting to bond can be hard when the heat is upon you.”
Pinker blushed even more than me, “Ahhh… no Bertie, you umm… misunderstand. When the Great God claims you, you together will release pheromones which will induce the bonding heat in the other couples. That’s why the priest hood eventually petitioned the Great Gods to not do entirely public bonding’s during the middle ages. Whole villages would go into heat, and if people couldn’t find a someone to bond, well, you can imagine.”
And that was the end of that conversation, little too personal even with an old Etonian. The one other moment that stands out from those two days was the return of a dream I’d had on and off since I was a lad. The dream first started about the time I should have begun to have heats. An alpha who’s face I never clearly see comes to me in my sleep and pleasures me, teaches me the joys of touches to my body, claiming I was beautiful and loved. But even in the dream the alpha never claims me as an omega should be claimed. I imagine even my subconscious couldn’t imagine any alpha truly wanting an infertile omega. Over the years the only thing that changed is that after Jeeves came to me his face became the face of my dreams. The night before the ceremony, I once again had the dream. And this time I sobbed in the dream. Begging my dream Jeeves to claim me, to never leave me, to not let me go to the Great God, even as his imagined hands had me shaking in pleasure and left me wanting more, yet again unclaimed even in my dreams.
“Dear Sir,” My dream gentleman’s personal gentleman breathed into my skin where he nipped at my inner thigh, “One must trust in the hands of fate. I’m sure that you will find pleasure beyond the dreams of man.”
I woke from the reverie, shuddering out my pleasure, tears rolling down my mug, to dry in my pillow waiting for the light of the dawn of the day which would signal my complete separation from Jeeves.
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At dusk on Saturday, I knelt on the pillow in front of the alter. I’d been scrub and rinsed within an inch of my life during the cleansing rites. Pinker had explained to me that once you erased the mysticism away, most of the goal of the rites was to remove all secondary scents, basically all I smelled of now was myself. I’d been garbed in a silk cloak of black embroidery with runes stitched in red. I couldn’t read any of them even though Stiffy and Pinker had tried to explain them. However, the cloak was all I was garbed in, and I was very glad that the church had been well heated or my shivers would have been from cold instead of nerves.
I was very carefully not looking around. I could hear rustling of feet and Stiffy and Pinker moving the couples into the kneeling positions in front of the beds in their partitioned areas, where they waited for the blessings of the Great God. It was embarrassing enough to be placed on display in front of the alter without meeting the eyes of strangers who were about to see me bonded to a Great God.
Eventually it seemed everyone was in position and I heard Stinker and Stiffy move into position behind me. Chanted words flowed over me making no impression as I waited for my fate. It could have been five minutes or an hour, when I heard them stutter in their chanting, and the cries of shock from the other couples which told me that the Great God had arrived. Rather look up I prostrated myself before the alter, not yet ready to face my doom, the shivers in my body worsening as I tried not to panic and run.
“Beloved.” That one word rushed thru my body, shaking me to the core and without me desiring it calming my panic. A shadow flowed over me as I felt rather than heard a body move in front of me. I was shocked to see two nicely shod feet move into my field of view, I’d not expected something so normal. And then I noticed the shadows, around the shoes, were separating into tentacles and I gasped, suddenly nervous again. But the gasp brought in a rush of air and alpha musk into my lungs. My nerves fell away and arousal coursed into my body with that smell. I greedily took another breath of that musk, a smell I knew with every fiber of my being. Pulling together all the courage I got from my ancestors I looked up into the face of my Great God and smiled.
“Jee…Jeeves!” I stammered in shocked relief, joy feeling me as I stared into the cherished face.
“Yes, Beloved.” You would have to know him as well as I did, but I could see a mischievous expression playing on his visage. “I’ve been informed by the priests that you had something to say to me before our bonding?”
“Jeeves,” I repeated, nodding, tongue thoroughly tied. My mouth hung open likely giving me the appearance of a landed mackerel, before Jeeves leaned down his hands wrapping around my arms and moving me into a standing position. One hand slipping up to wrap around the side of my face the other staying on my upper arm.
“Jeeves… How…, I mean but your human?”
“Oh, my beloved Bertram.” Jeeves replied, a pleasant shudder running through my body at hearing my name in his treasured voice. “I adopted the Jeeves family centuries ago. When I felt myself growing tired of the repetitiveness of eternity, I would spend a few decades or a century as a human. It is very simple to be born, and then just a small effort of will to forget temporarily being a Great God and enjoy the unpredictability of being a human. Of course, this time, I knew you were coming, and that added to the fun of exploring.”
I just continued to stare at him, my mind only partial comprehending what the joy my heart was singing, and my senses where reporting. His scent was wrapped around me both soothing and arousing. His voice was deeper and richer than normal, every word felt like it was said within my soul. His face was moving closer, and without even being aware of it I leaned into him, eyes closing, his lips sealing over mine. The kiss started out gentle, and surprisingly hesitant on both our parts. But the touch made it real and I mewled in pleasure, which seemed to trigger something in Jeeves. He began to aggressively devour my mouth, tongue invading, and I returned his kiss in kind. Arms wrapping about his neck, kissing him back until a need for oxygen forced me to break off the kiss, my head falling to his shoulder, gasping. He tipped my head to the side and began nuzzling and kissing my neck causing shockwaves of pleasure to roll through me, his strong arms sliding around by back under the cloak to caress my bare skin, my cock filling at the sensation, and to my shock I felt myself begin to slicken, to go into heat.
The unexpected sensation of liquid flowing down my thighs had me rocking back away from Jeeves, protesting in shock, “But I’m infertile, I don’t have heats.”
“Oh, my beloved, you’re not.” Jeeves voice rumbled through me, causing another small rush of pleasure and warmth. He continued nuzzled my neck, “Do you remember your dreams of an alpha? Well they weren’t dreams, I came to you before your first heat and started our bonding. I would not take a child, but you were mine.” The dark notes in his voice should have frightened me instead, I gasped at the possessiveness I heard which seemed equal to my own of him. “So I marked you.”
I shuddered in pleasure as something soft and warm parted the front of the cloak and brushed over an old scar on my inner thigh. “This is our first mating mark, given to you as I brought you to pleasure in your mind.” I gasped, the warmth continued to rub over the mark, and something warm, velvety wrapped around my cock, the pleasure making my knees buckle. “You were always mine Bertram, but you deserved the chance to grow and explore the world. But unbonded Beloved’s are unbelievable attractive. So, I marked you, and by marking you made it so you only go into heat when I triggered it. Keeping you protected. Then when watching from afar become too much. I solicited the position as your valet, and was thrilled when you engaged me. And there I grew not just to love you as my Beloved, but as Bertram Wooster, my kind, wonderful preux chevalier.”
Even as he spoke, I was grasping onto his shoulders, his arms and tentacles keeping me up right, the velvety warmth around my cock gliding and rubbing until I shuddered and gasped out my orgasm, my eyes locked onto his face, his pleasure at my loss of control visible. After I finished he swung me around and lifted me onto the pillow covered alter, and I gasped finally realizing what the velvet that had stroked me to completion actual had been. Where his legs had been were now a large number of tentacles. It should have been terrifying, but this was Jeeves and I could not be afraid of him. He watched me closely as some of the tentacles began stroking up the inside of my legs, the touch was erotic and I moaned, legs arcing open further at the pleasurable sensation, which caused another small gush of fluid.
At my obvious acceptance, I saw him relax, shocking me for he obviously had feared rejection. I held my arms out to him, and he climbed onto the alter leaning over me, lips once again sealing mine, hands parting the cloak, exploring my chest, the tentacles wrapping around my legs incasing them in caressing velvet. I was just beginning to try to unbutton Jeeves shirt, to return his exploration when a tentacle began rubbing my hole, and my brain whited out in pleasure. I arched my back, my hands scrambled for purchase in his shirt, and then I screamed my pleasure into his mouth as the tentacle gave a funny little twist and popped through the ring of muscles and into my hole and began slowly thrusting in and out, while other tentacles joined in stroking where the tentacle entered my body and inner thighs the pleasure intensifying even more as the thrusting tentacle brushed my prostate, making me scream again.
Eventually the tentacle slowed in its motions allowing me to think again even as I rode the small repeated waves of pleasure. My cloak entirely open now exposing my pleasure flushed body to Jeeves perusal, I felt that turnabout was fair play so I loosened my grip in his shirt and reached for the buttons but his hands stopped me.
“Did you happen to pay attention when the Reverend Pinker explained the significance of your outfit, Bertram?” I shook my head, and not wanting another lecture church history I tried to pull my hands from his hold to reach for his buttons and distract him. He held firm, and the tentacle in me thrust once more across my prostate ending my struggle as I writhed. “It’s a holdover from a barbaric time, when humans thought that beloved’s truly where sacrifices. The beloveds would be tied to the alter for presentation to the Great Gods. It was believed when we were done taking our pleasure and moved back into our realm with the beloveds that the beloveds died. It wasn’t until the bonded Great Gods started to travel openly in your world with their Beloved’s that humans accepted the truth. One ritual however has been retained in the traditional ceremony and you know how traditional I am.”
One of his tentacles had moved up into my peripheral vision and was pulling the silk tie from the cloak. I was surprised to discover the tie was actually made of two rolled together to look like one. Jeeves separated them and then pulled me up into a sitting position, his mouth once again capturing mine, distracting me. When he pulled his lips away, each of my wrists was bound by the silken cords to handles on the sides of the altar. They were loose enough to allow me some motion but I certainly wouldn’t be able to wrap my arms around my man like this and I couldn’t even bring my hands all the way to my sides. I frowned slightly not liking that I wouldn’t be able to explore more, Jeeves seemed to read my mind. His lips coming next to my ear, “I promise my Beloved Bertram, you will have many times to explore my body but this time is about your pleasure and my claiming.”
I would have argued but my world was once again nothing but pleasure, another tentacle had joined the first stretching me as they thrust in and out together, brushing my prostate, other tentacles wrapping around my cock. Moving the pleasure higher and higher, but not pushing me over the edge again. More fluid flowed from me, the scent of my heat mixing with Jeeves Alpha musk, coating the two of us. Finally, the tentacles slowed and I began to calm after gasping for air, the pleasure still present but now lower. Once I could think again, I realized that Jeeves had moved behind me and sat on the altar and I was leaning against his now bare chest, his hand caressing my chest, and his lips pressing soft kisses into my neck and shoulder while I calmed.
I blinked open my eyes to ask him a question, but what I saw before me erased all that, and a blush engulfed my body. I’d been so wrapped up in Jeeves and the pleasure that I’d forgotten the witnesses. Before shame had a chance to set in at my exposed position, naked on altar, being claimed by my Great God, I was shocked at the view before my eyes. It should have been either embarrassing or erotic, but was oddly both and neither. Each couple was thoroughly wrapped in the other, and none of them were paying any attention to self and self’s G.G. Alpha’s were claiming their respective Omega’s and to my eye it was beautiful. Each couple was wrapped in a red haze, that seemed made of thread, knitting them to the other.
Jeeves voice melted again through my body, “And now you can see what you’ve always instinctively felt, my Beloved. I am a god of connections. Those are the fates connecting their souls, you’ve been able to feel them, but not able to say for sure what you feel. That’s part of why you could always tell that Mr. Little’s infatuations where just that.”
My eyes turned to his before following the line of his hand pointing to one of the alcoves, where in fact Bingo was wrapped tightly around an Omega woman. She was sitting on his lap facing the alter, the two clearly knotted together, he thrusting into her, his one hand teasing a nipple, the other following their joining into her to massage her hooded lady. They were both plainly in an ecstasy of pleasure. I jerked at Jeeves identification of her, “Not so coincidently, that happens to be the real Rosie M. Banks. Their romantic souls will make a good fit, although it will be interesting to see how they explain her identity to the Senior Mr. Little.”
With a caressing hand, he turned my head to the next alcove, even while the tentacles in my body kept up a slow torturous gliding in and out causing me to shake in a slow painful pleasure. The couple in this alcove was beyond my belief. The Alpha, Roderick Spode, was knelt at the end of the bed, his face between the sensuous thighs of his omega. And the Omega, who’s honey pot he was suckling was none other than Miss Madeline Bassett, who’s head was thrown back and mouth open with moans of pleasure. I turned my head to goggle at Jeeves, and promptly temporarily forgot the sight as his lips devoured mine again. Pleasure rocked through me as I returned his plunder, even as a tugged at the silk ties, frustrated at not being able to wrap my arms around him. He finished with a small nip on my lower lip before explaining, “Spode and Ms. Madeline have always been intended, but Spode has spent so many years avoiding her because she was so much younger that he tangled the threads. You actually started untangling them by helping her with Mr. Fink-Nottle.”
“Ho.. How?” I gasped the word broken, as pleasure burst through me at the brush of Jeeves hands over my chest, while the tentacles gave a hard thrust causing my back to arch, and my bound hands to clench into the bedding.
“Spode needed to see her as a woman, and jealousy of Mr. Fink-Nottle did that. And putting Mr. Fink-Nottle more actively in your circle would have eventually introduced him to his actual omega, Emerald Stoker.” Jeeves indicated another alcove, where more of Gussie than I ever wished to see was on display. He and his omega were knotted together facing each other lips locked in devouring passion. “They would have met in time, but I know you like to see your friends happy, so I speeded things up a bit, by joining them now.”
I could barely focus as I quickly looked at the last two alcoves. These two held no real surprises, as one contained Pauline Stoker and Chuffy, and the other Honoria Glossop and Blair Eggleson. Both couples also clearly lost to their hunger for their partner. Jeeves growled in my ear, when my eyes traced over Honoria’s alcove. “I wouldn’t have subjected you to her, Bertram, except she will now always know that her scorn of you was wrong, and will worry that I might punish her for insulting my omega.”
“And now my love, I think it is time you stopped paying attention to others, and bring your focus back to me.” Jeeves whispered in my ear, the tentacles in me starting to move faster and another resumed caressing my hole before sliding in, bringing a huge rush of pleasure and more slick down my legs. “You are almost ready, Beloved. Soon your body will be ready to accept me, and then I will give you the claiming bite, and we will both be joined in pleasure.”
I moaned both at the pleasure of the tentacles stretching me, the ones stroking me, his hands on my chest, and his words. “Please, oh Please” I groaned wanting nothing more than to be joined.
I felt Jeeves shudder at my words and then his mouth was on mine and we were devouring each other. I moaned into his mouth as the tentacles left me empty. Then he was encouraging me up onto my hands and knees, facing the circle of beds, while he was positioned behind me. In front of me all five of the couples where locked in ecstasy their obvious entrancement in their own joining removing any risk of feeling exposed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Pinker and Stiffy were also locked in passions embrace. And then Jeeves was leaning over me kissing my neck, his hand sliding around my waist to wrap around my cock. There was an insistent pressure at my hole, Jeeves cock slowly and gently pushing into my body.
“Pleases, Jeeves, Please!” I rocked my body back into him wanting to be fully joined. He shuddered as he slipped completely into me. The delicious stretch and the wonderfully full feeling amazing. Jeeves began thrusting into me, the head of his cock driving over my prostate, while his tentacles wrapped and stroked around my legs and upper arms holding me tighter than then silk bounds, the pleasurable tension winding me tighter and tighter.
“Mine, you are mine at last. Come, Beloved” Jeeves growled before biting down on the back of my neck over my bonding gland. And I came screaming out my pleasure as Jeeves emptied into me and I felt him knot me. The pleasure once again whiting out my senses, the world falling away until I could only feel Jeeves and pleasure.
I came too as Jeeves rolled us onto our sides, still locked together on the pillow covered alter. He had one armed pillowing my head the other wrapped around my chest, and his tentacles were stroking soothingly over my body. I’m sure I had a goofy smile on my face, my eyes still closed in exhausted pleasure of the post coital haze. I shivered slightly when the sweat cooled on my body, and I immediately felt Jeeves pull a cover over my body, a quick peek through lidded eyes revealed it to be my cloak draped over me like a blanket. “Mmmm… Jeeves.”
“You’re a delightful sight, Sir.” Jeeves whispered, thrusting gentle, making me shudder as his knot brushed my prostate, while the hand around my chest slides down stroking down my cock and thighs, fingers swirling through the seed and slick on my thighs. “And you smell delicious, I will enjoy tasting you and later having time to fully enjoy your flavor.” I watched wide eyed as Jeeves brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it clean.
“But for now, Beloved we will finish the ceremony so all will know that you are bonded.” His teeth nipping at the bonding mark on my neck, the pleasure causing my spent cock to twitch, even as Jeeves knot pulsed within me.
I nodded distractedly, trying to dreg up my memories of Stinkers instructions over the last two days of the bonding ceremony’s blessings. Even as my brow furrowed in concentration I watched as Stinker and Stiffy knelt on the pillows in front of the alter, with the others kneeling behind them. They were all fortunately once again covered in loose robes, providing some level of privacy, even as the air around the alter became inundated with the scents of alpha and omega bonding heats. It was slightly irritating as it momentarily buried Jeeves’s musk, which I hadn’t even realized had permeated my nostrils.
“Great God, we behold you who walks thru our world. We were blessed to be called to you Bonding. Great God, we are not worthy that you and your beloved should reside under our roof, but say the world and we shall be blessed.” Pinker intoned words that I thought sounded vaguely ceremonial.
“Blessed our those who are privileged to witness my bonding with my Beloved. May all your soul bonding’s be joyful.” As Jeeves spoke, his voice resonating through my body, I felt his tentacles unwrap from my thighs and slide out from underneath the cloak covering me and hover in front of each person’s forehead. The tentacles quickly darted forward and kissed each individual’s forehead, leaving a small slick material on their forehead. “Go forth and proclaim the pleasure that you have seen here.”
Pinker, Stiffy, and all the rest looked oddly intoxicated as hey bowed to the alter, stood, and backed away. Even as they left, I failed to muffle a gasp of pleasure as Jeeves tentacles started wrapping and stroking my thighs, abdomen, and cock again. Then as Jeeves slowly rocked in me his cock pulsing, I moaned in pleasure, crying out as surprised myself by climaxing again, even as I heard the chapels doors slam shut indicating we are finally alone.
“You are so lovely, Sir.” Jeeves murmured into my bonding mark, his voice losing the overtones of a Great God, and sounding more like the man I’d fallen in love with.
“What happens now, Reg?” Blushing at my audacity at using his given name, absently pulling up one of his beloved hands and pressing kisses to the knuckles. I frowned, before asking, “I’ve never heard of a Great God named Jeeves or Reginald. What is your name?”
Jeeves shuddered as his knot deflated and he slipped out of me, clutching me tightly before I rolled to face him, his tentacles sliding and assisting me. My Great God looked at me, “Reginald is my name, Bertram. At different times I’ve been called me Raginald, Reynaud, or Ronald. The humans I initially met gave me the name out of respect. It means wise ruler or wise counselor. I considered the appellation an honor and have used it since. Someday with much practice you maybe able to speak my language, but I would be blessed to continue to hear my name on your tongue.”
Finally free to touch as I wrapped my arms around his neck, “Reg” I whispered kissing his lips. “Reggie” kissing his nose, “Reginald”, kissing his cheek, “Jeeves” kissing his eyebrow. My love, kissing his lips deeply before resting my head on his chest.
I do not know how long we lay like that, wrapped in each other. I just soaked it in, the closeness and scent. The one thing I never expected to have, to be bound to Jeeves. He did finally stand up, encouraging me with him, wrapping me in the ceremonial cloak. “Time to go home, Beloved. The blessing I applied to the witnesses will declare our bonding, but they will come looking for us shortly and I am not ready to share you with the world.”
I nodded and then frowned down at myself, “Reg, I say as spiffing as this outfit turned out to be for our bonding, I’m not sure it’s quite the thing for a completely public outing.”
Reg’s lips did the microtwitch that I had come to learn over the years was his amused smile.
Even as I gave him a confused looked Reg took my arm and turned us toward the Altar, as we walked towards it a black portal arising in front of it, the view on the other side shockingly familiar. “Come, Beloved. Let me take you home and we will start our next story.”
I ankled forward with Jeeves, My Man, My Great God, and stepped thru the dark portal and into our home at 3A Berkeley Mansions to continue our lives together.
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