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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove's Mother Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Witchcraft, Witchcraft, Beltane, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Billy Hargrove, Omega Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Bottom Steve Harrington, Rituals, Ritual Sex, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Biting, Marking, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Self-Lubrication, Knotting, Bonding, fertility ritual, POV Steve Harrington Series: Part 17 of Harroween

Summary:

Steve has been so lonely since the accident that took his parents. He only has one wish but a secret that prevents him from achieving it. Will the Goddess hear his prayers with the help of a ritual?

Written for the October 2022 Harringrove Week

For the 29th of October prompt Ooky Spooky Sexy Times: Ritual Sex/Sex Magic

Steve placed the freshly baked bread into the basket alongside the dandelion wine, flowers, seeds and honey cakes. He lifted the basket and headed for the door. The sun was just setting, casting everything in a soft twilight glow. He pulled his woollen cloak tighter around him as he walked towards the trees. The past two years had been very difficult. His large house was so cold and empty since the accident that claimed his parents.

People in town had given him time to grieve even on the last Beltane but he knew his time was running out. However, he had a secret which meant he'd never be able to take a bride and have the life he wanted. He ran his thumb over the handle of the basket and thought about his mother humming her favourite songs as she baked honey cakes and picked flowers for their crowns. She had obtained a draft for him to help conceal his secret. She had always used her wish on Beltane for him in the hopes that he would get his wish. Now he had to go and visit Azalea Hargrove instead.

She lived in a small cottage in the woods by the lake. He had never been here alone only with his mother around the festivities. Azalea mostly kept to herself out in the woods but she was known for her abilities so most left her alone. It was only she and her son who was even more elusive. Steve had only seen him a handful of times. He was an imposing Alpha with wavy blonde hair and intense blue eyes. He had never exchanged any words with him but he'd felt his eyes on him when he was there. He wondered if he knew anyone from town or had spent time with anyone outside of his mother.

He arrived at the little cottage just as darkness fell. He could see candlelight flickering in the windows as he approached the door. There was a large wreath of freshly cut flowers hanging on the door. He took a deep breath and then knocked three times. A voice from inside told him to enter. He pushed open the door to find Azalea sitting by a roaring fire with a mortar and pestle in her lap. She smiled softly at him. He walked over and set his basket by her feet.

"I wanted to bring you an offering for Beltane."

"That's very kind of you."

She placed the mortar and pestle down on a small table beside her and stood. She walked over to him and placed her warm hands on his face. The calming scent of lavender invaded his senses. A warmth settled in his stomach. No one had touched him since his mother the night before her death. His eyes stung with tears.

"Tell me what you need."

Steve pulled away from her. He walked over to the window to watch the tree branches blowing in the breeze. He could just make out the beginning of buds in the dim light of the moon.

"My mother used to get certain things from you…"

"To help an Omega in heat."

He nodded.

"They were for you."

He turned towards her in shock. She gave him a reassuring smile.

"She always kept your secret but she was bonded and I knew she had to be helping an unbonded Omega."

He sighed. He knew that when he came here he'd have to bare his soul but it was harder than he thought it would be. He had never met another male Omega, he didn't even know if there were others. His mother had been so worried about him at first due to the stories she'd heard in her youth. Stories she feared that people of the town still believed.

That any male born an Omega was cursed and must be destroyed to prevent the bloodline from continuing. She had gone to Azalea as she knew that she wouldn't believe in fairytales and with her knowledge she could help. He didn't know what he would have done without her in the past. He had a different desire now.

"Thank you for your help but that's not why I'm here."

"You want to indulge in the power of Beltane."

"Yes but how?"

"I can make you an elixir that you must drink before bed tonight. Tomorrow you will feel the fire within you burn, I will give you a special garment to wear. You must return here when the sun sets. There'll be a fire, place an offering upon it and all your desires will come true."

She set him down by the fire while she disappeared into the house to make the elixir. He got lost in his memories while he watched the flames. The heat made his skin flushed and clammy as he thought about his mother dutifully making him an elixir with herbs she'd gotten from Azalea. They always tasted slightly bitter and sat heavy in his stomach but the flush of heat would recede from his skin. He would be able to go outside and act as though everything was normal.

When his mother had been around he had only suffered one heat. His first heat. He remembered how frightened he had been. Seen it reflected in her eyes before she schooled her features. She had taken care of him by staying close and making sure he had food and water. She couldn't stop the terrible ache or that feeling like he was burning up from the inside.

With her care, he had forgotten but once she was gone it returned. He wondered if his body was punishing him for going against his nature. During the days of his heat, he had to hide away in the depths of his house. That ache had become sharp and angry. It hungered for something that he didn't have. He would pray and beg for it to be over but that was worse. The only other thing he had was loneliness and being empty was worse than being hungry.

Azalea returned with the elixir. It was pale lilac and in her hands, it seemed to shimmer in the light. She handed it to him and he drank it. It was tangy and crackled as it hit his tongue. He swallowed it all in one go. She handed him a soft garment that was lilac.

"Sleep well. Don't forget to wear a flower crown and carry a chalice. When you arrive, go to the fire and everything you desire will be there."

He thanked her and headed back out into the woods. The air had a distinct chill and the sky had darkened to black. He stood for a moment looking at the stars when he felt that familiar feeling of being watched that he always had here. He glanced around him when Azalea's door opened and she walked towards him with a lit lantern. He took it gratefully.

"Do you want some company on your return home?"

"No thank you."

She squeezed his arm and returned inside. He took one more look around and headed home. That night he tossed and turned unable to stop his mind from racing. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the dancing flames of the fire as his body heated until he felt like he was engulfed in flames. That terrible hunger gnawed at his insides as his mind fogged over with lust. His skin broke out in gooseflesh as he felt his stomach twist pleasantly.

He imagined there was an alpha in the room. He could feel their eyes upon him. How they desired him. How he wanted them to want him. He squirmed on his bed as slick started to run down his thighs. His cock throbbed hard as it rubbed against the sheets. His mind returned to the fire. The heat. When he would finally have all his desires satiated for the first time.

As the day wore on he became more and more desperate. He could hear people outside preparing for the festival and he wanted to go with them but he knew he couldn't. He could hear footsteps outside his door and he waited with bated breath for the inevitable knock but it never came. As the sun became heavy in the sky he dragged himself from his bed and drew himself a warm bath filled with his favourite herbs and flowers. He washed thoroughly and then rubbed a rose-scented lotion his mother had always favoured. He pulled on the garment that Azalea had given him. It was a soft lilac tunic with symbols embroidered onto it to represent fertility and fire. It was short on his body only reaching the very tops of his thighs. A flush infused his cheeks when he looked at himself in the mirror. He would have to wear his cloak to walk to her house lest anyone saw him.

Once it was time to go he placed the flower crown he'd made the day before on his head and picked up his mother's old chalice. It was a silver chalice with his mother's family crest engraved on the front. It had been a part of her family for generations. He placed it carefully in a basket with a bottle of mead, a sprig of hawthorn and some honey cakes. He waited until the sun was setting, wrapped his cloak around himself and walked through the door. He almost fell over a small straw doll placed on his doorstep. He picked it up and looked around him. His heart was hammering in his chest as he quickly concealed it in his basket and walked into the woods.

The walk to the small cottage seemed to take longer than it had the previous night. He felt tired from his heat and anxious about what was to come. Every step felt heavier than the last as he got closer. He couldn't help wondering if he was doing the right thing. He wished more than ever that his mother was here so he could ask her advice.

When he reached the edge of the woods he saw the fire blazing at the back of the cottage. He walked to the side of the house and removed his cloak. He whimpered softly when the cool air made the slick on his thighs tingle. He lifted out the chalice and mead filling the chalice to the brim. He took the hawthorn and walked towards the fire. He kept his desire heavy in his mind as he placed the hawthorn upon the flames. He poured half the chalice onto it and then waited.

Footsteps behind him made his heart race but with a steadying breath, he turned. Standing behind him was Azalea's son. Upon his head was a mixture of flowers and herbs woven into a crown with antlers at the top. He wore only a similar tunic and his skin glistened in the light of the fire. His eyes were hotter than any flame. Steve bit his lip and then with a shaking hand held out the chalice. Hot fingers brushed against his own as it was taken from him. Those eyes never left him as the mead was gulped down.

"I…I'm not sure if you know why I'm here…"

A smirk broke out across his face.

"I know."

Steve couldn't help squirming under his gaze as his eyes slowly slid over his body.

"Are you not afraid?"

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

Steve swallowed hard. He didn't want to frighten him away but he had a right to know.

"The curse."

He set down the chalice before his hands grabbed the edges of his tunic and pulled it from his body. Steve was momentarily distracted by his golden glistening skin. He advanced on Steve and pulled him into a ravenous kiss. Strong muscular arms pulled him tight to the warm body in front of him. He smelled of sweet lavender making his head spin. His teeth sank into his bottom lip and he whimpered into his mouth. He kissed his way over to his ear.

"Do I seem afraid?"

Steve shook his head.

"W-what is your name?"

"Billy."

He was lifted off the ground and carried over to a small makeshift bed in front of the fire. He could see there was water, wine and food prepared for the festival nearby. Billy placed him down gently and then pinned him down firmly. He gasped and caught Billy's smoky sage scent making him shiver. He looked up into his eyes mesmerised for a moment by how blue they were.

Billy kissed him again and he could feel that desperate hunger growing inside. When he pulled back he was embarrassed by the pathetic whine that passed his lips. Billy reached over and picked up a honey cake and a jar. He ripped off a piece of cake and then dipped it in the jar of honey. He placed it against Steve's lips. He took a bite licking the honey from his lips feeling his flush deepen at the hunger in Billy's eyes. He tore off another piece and repeated this until the entire cake was gone. Billy leaned down and kissed the sweet taste from his mouth.

His hands ran over his body then Steve moaned when he felt him rip the garment from him. His breath caught at the strength in his hands. His mind became foggy as he felt Billy's warm oiled skin against his own. He pulled back shamelessly letting his eyes take their fill. Steve squirmed under his gaze. No one had ever looked at him like this although he had desired it many times.

He then picked up a large rose quartz crystal and ran it over Steve's face then down his throat and down to his lower stomach. When he reached there he ran it over and over pressing down on his soft stomach making Steve whimper at the sensation. He looked up at him. Billy's gaze made his flush deepen. A smirk spread across his face before he leaned forward and followed the path of the stone with his mouth.

Soft lingering kisses followed by his teeth until Steve was squirming in his hold. He lifted the stone out of the way as he sunk his teeth into the sensitive skin of his stomach. His hands slid up onto his thighs spreading him open before he felt Billy's thick fingers at his hole.

They stroked him teasingly as he continued to lavish attention on his stomach until one pressed inside. The fire inside him grew hotter until he felt like he was suffocating under its heat. He shivered when he felt a second finger pressed in alongside the other. Billy slithered further down his body until Steve felt his hot breath on his inner thigh. He whimpered in anticipation when he felt soft lips on his skin waiting for the inevitable bite of pain that he knew would only stoke the fire more. A third finger pressed in and his body fluttered around them as Billy's teeth sunk in deep. Steve had never felt this overwhelmed before. He felt like the spirit of Beltane was seeping into his bones and opening up his body for the gift he was hoping to receive.

"Please…"

He didn't know if he was begging for more or for the goddess to hear his prayers or for some reprieve but he looked down, finding Billy's eyes intent on him. He slowly pulled his fingers free and brought them up to his mouth. While maintaining eye contact with Steve he slowly licked them clean. Steve felt a twist in his stomach at the pleased groans that emitted from his throat as he licked obscenely over his fingers. His eyes only left Steve when they closed in bliss.

"What gift do you want to receive?"

Steve licked his lips and tried to form the words on his tongue. He felt like his mind had been melted by the fire.

"The gift of fertility."

"Show me how much you want it."

"How?"

"You must give yourself to me completely and your body will accept my offering."

"I do."

Billy leaned forward and ran his fingers fleetingly over his throat until they reached his bonding gland. He gasped as a current ran through his body making him quiver as his body fluttered around nothing. No one had ever touched it. Not even him. He had made sure to keep it away from prying eyes and even tried to pretend that it had disappeared over the years of drinking the elixir. Billy pressed down on it and Steve whined.

"You must surrender yourself to me. Completely."

He thought of his large house on the edge of the forest. How cold and lonely it had become. How no one would ever want a cursed bloodline. Ever want him. He looked up into Billy's eyes. All he could see was hunger but that was now. Billy could have anyone and he feared he was just caught up in the festival but would later regret it. His throat burned but he knew he needed to be sure.

"What about you?"

Confusion clouded his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"I have everything I want."

"Then I shouldn't take it away from you."

Billy pressed his body down onto Steve's, making him squirm at the feeling of his hot soft skin. He bit his lip when he felt his hard cock rubbing against Billy's stomach. Soft lips on his throat made him take a shaky breath. Billy whispered against his skin.

"You are everything I want. I don't care about the curse. If it is real, let us be cursed together because from the moment I saw you I knew you were destined to be mine. Now I want to hear it from your lips."

His soft kisses became harder until Steve felt teeth scraping against his bonding gland.

"Please…"

"Give yourself to me…"

Steve's heart was hammering in his head as his stomach twisted itself in knots. He took a deep breath and then moved his head to the side giving Billy full access to his throat. He felt Billy's breath ragged against his skin before his hard cock pressed up against him. He spread his legs wider and moved with him so that he could push forward into his fluttering body. His head clouded over with dense fog as the fire within him spread. Billy's tongue ran over his bonding gland making the fog grow thicker. Billy's hands wrapped around his own and placed them above his head. In one hand he could feel the sting of thorns pressed into their flesh. On the other, he could feel the silky smooth texture of a feather.

Billy started a steady rhythm as he ran his teeth over his skin. Steve let the sensations wash over him. Giving himself over to the ritual. To the goddess in the hopes that she would give him his greatest desire. Billy's teeth scraped over his gland leaving a burning sensation on his skin and he felt himself growing tighter as that current ran under his skin. His teeth clamped down onto the bond not breaking the skin but making it swell up between them. Once his tongue pressed down on it Steve's body clamped down hard on Billy's cock and he came in between them. Billy kissed his bonding gland softly as he came down from his orgasm. He had over the years had faint echoes of pleasure under the cover of darkness in his room. The elixir seemed to rob him of these glorious sensations. He could still feel Billy inside him and whereas normally he would grow tired after now he felt greedy. He wanted everything.

He started to writhe against Billy while moaning his name. He wanted more. So much more.

"Billy please…give it to me…I want you…"

Billy slowed his thrusts making Steve whine as that was the opposite of what he wanted but soon it morphed into a moan when he felt his knot. It was so big and spread him open in a way that he'd never dreamed of. He could feel his body struggling to take it all in and his head swam at the sensation. He started to squirm with impatience as he needed it. He'd never needed anything as much as he needed this. He could feel his body flutter trying desperately to get Billy's knot inside when suddenly it was.

Steve whimpered and couldn't control the action of his hips as they danced in excitement at the feeling. His body seized up, the current too much and he felt his cock throbbing once more against Billy's stomach. Billy whispered something against his skin before his lips lingered in a soft kiss followed by his sharp teeth breaking through his skin and crushing his gland as though it were a ripe grape.

Steve surrendered completely to the fire inside him. It burned him up until there was nothing left but ashes that he knew would be remoulded by Billy into something better. He gave himself up to him knowing that he would soon have everything he wanted. He felt nothing but pleasure. Love. He'd never be alone. He'd never feel that itchy feeling under his skin as his mind whispered about the curse. The goddess had smiled on them. He could feel it in the warm heat smouldering inside him. He was no longer cursed. He was blessed.

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