the scene at the end of chapter 17. world's weirdest marriage continues
actually i'm just gonna paste the scene here teehee
It was new for Urien, this experience, the collapse of mutual exhaustion. They sank into each other in a way they never had before, their need for rest overriding the borders between them, each limb and head finding its perch on the other’s crisscrossed body. They sat in silence for a while, and Urien relished in it.
There were plenty of things he could say. He was good as saying things, after eighteen years of practice in the fine art of conversation, but somehow Ruta made all of it seem sort of pointless. It was like trying to dance with someone with no sense of rhythm. But, he realized, he didn’t particularly want him to have rhythm. Maybe he wanted the silence sometimes.
In lieu of speech, Urien tilted slightly, just enough to press a shoulder against Ruta’s, and Ruta somehow understood the invitation. He curled up around Urien, knees tucked and head on his chest, cradled around his bump.
“Have you felt it move?” Ruta asked, sleepiness coloring her voice after the long quiet.
“No,” Urien lied. Half lied. He’d felt little twinges, flashes of foreign sensation. But it didn’t feel like movement. It didn’t feel nearly as horrifying as the prospect of a living thing moving inside him sounded, and he had been dutifully ignoring each instance, anyway.
Ruta traced a short line across the fabric on Urien’s middle, then stopped, tiredness overtaking him, and simply moved a finger a millimeter back and forth, a ghost of a caress, and Urien had a very sudden and sharp revelation.
“Ruta,” he said, “tell me, are you in love with me?”
Her breath hitched for a second. “...I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Is that true?” Urien asked. There was no malice in it, no sense of interrogation. Ruta took a long while.
“I don’t think I have that part of me,” he said, soft and even. “I think it’s missing.” A beat. Then, quieter. “But I do love you.”
“I’ve been thinking,” Urien said, ignoring the little flash inside him, “that I didn’t—I never—hell, I really never thought I’d admit this. I didn’t want to do this.” Somehow, saying this out loud, this statement as obvious as the sun in the sky, made him feel sliced open, laid more bare than he’d felt even in the middle of his crying, screaming rages. “I didn’t ever want this. I don’t want it now. I don’t want to be married. I don’t want to have a baby. I don’t want to be pregnant. I certainly didn’t want it now, but, I don’t—I never would want any of this, not ever, not with anyone on earth but, god, I’m very glad, Ruta, that if I have to do it, I’m doing it with you.”
He took a breath. Ruta said nothing, but curled closer, tighter, like a shell around their baby, growing gently in his womb. For a moment, Urien thought she’d fallen asleep like that, until he felt a sudden damp on his chest, and he saw that she was crying.
He stroked her long hair, dirty and wind-tangled as it was. He wouldn’t have, a month ago, but why? Hadn’t he always been the type to stroke a crying friend’s hair? Ruta shook, gently, under his hand, trying to squeeze away the tears.
“I love them so much,” he said, barely audible, voice too quiet not to crack with the tears. “I already love them so much.”
And Urien was thankful, then, for the weariness seeped through his bones, guiding him gently into the dark like a fire covered, because for once, for once, the great sharp pang those words stirred in his heart failed to ignite, and he tucked his chin against his friend’s temple, and closed his eyes, and let himself feel nothing but soft, quiet warmth.
We have reports of a feral alpha roaming downtown. State police request that everyone remain indoors for the night, especially unmated omegas. If you see a man matching the description below, please call the number at the bottom of the screen.
The woman on the tv continues but Adam zones out, more worried about the cooling bowl of ramen in his lap. This is his first night off in two weeks and he is going to take advantage of it.
A feral alpha is not going to ruin his night. Not when he lives 45 minutes outside of town.
**
The sheets ruffle under him, his legs shifting in pleasure as he cups his cock, the lube on his hand warm now. He’s hard, leaking, and almost insane with desire as he twists his wrist. He chokes back a moan, his hips jumping.
He’s been at it for nearly an hour, taking his time, keeping himself right at the edge, wanting his orgasm to last. Wanting to feel overwhelmed. It’s been so long since he’s done this, let alone done it with anyone else, and he’s so much more sensitive than usual.
One flick of his thumb across his slit has him writhing on the bed, precum leaking from the head of his cock.
He lets go, letting out a pathetic moan at the loss of pressure, and turns himself over on his hands and knees, tucking his pillow under his hips. The soft cotton brushes the head of his dick and he cries out, pulling his hips away in an attempt to subdue the pressure building much faster than he wanted.
If he was lucid, and not focusing so heavily on breathing through the pleasure, he might have noticed he was practically presenting himself to the window, of which he’d forgotten to draw the curtain on. He’d been so concerned with other things…
He takes another deep breath, his stomach muscles jumping, his cock twitching between his legs, and then he slowly lowers himself onto the pillow, grinding down into the soft cotton.
The pleasure spikes immediately and his hips stutter, pulling away once more, his chest heaving. Every inch of his skin burns with need.
“A few more minutes,” he breathes to himself, fisting a hand into the sheets, holding the pillow with the other. “You can go longer.”
He shuffles his knees, widening his stance, and then he ruts into the pillow again, his ass leaking over the backs of his thighs. His balls tighten, his thighs and arms trembling from it all, and he thrusts once, then twice, and then finally…he lets go.
A pained scream punches through him, his whole body tensing and then shuddering as he releases, his hips grinding relentlessly against the pillow, drawing it out as much as he can.
His stomach muscles ache from how tense he is, his thighs trembling so hard he can barely stay up. Cum leaks out of him, all over his pillow, and he grips his dick, stroking it again, watching another drop of thick white cum spurt out of him, his mouth opening on another moan.
He’s spent, exhausted, and all together ready to pass out and deal with the mess in the morning when the window behind him shatters.
His heart lurches in his chest and he curls in on himself, the noise deafening. He looks up just in time to see a massive figure looming by the window, the illumination of the moon making him look like a giant.
“What the fu–”
He chokes on his words, rough hands gripping him and yanking him onto the floor, his knees landing hard on the wood floor. The man puts all of his weight against Adam, effectively trapping him on the floor, and Adam tries not to panic.
The feral alpha. The one they warned about. But how?
“Get off me,” he tries, attempting to push himself up and away, but the alpha growls threateningly and the hairs on the back of Adam’s neck stand on end. He freezes.
The worst thing he can do now is piss off an already feral alpha. He has to submit. Or at least pretend he is.
“Okay, okay. I won’t move,” he says quietly, relaxing his body as much as he can so the alpha knows he’s not trying to get away anymore. It’s hard to breathe with such a heavy weight bearing down on him.
The alpha grumbles, the growl in his chest subsiding to more of a rumble. Adam tries to think, tries to figure out a way out of this, but he’s trapped. Completely.
The alpha buries his nose in Adam’s throat, an appreciative moan falling from his lips and Adam has to hold back his shudder. This is so not what he wants to be doing right now. Especially not with a feral alpha. At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.
He turns his head, trying to get a better look at the man, but the only parts he can see are covered in fur, the man’s face near full transition. It would be hot if it was consensual.
“Can you please let me go. I won’t run away, I promise. It’s just hard to breathe.”
Reasoning with a feral alpha. Way to go, he chastises himself. But, the alpha shifts a little, no longer such a heavy weight, and Adam breathes a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.”
A grumble of approval echoes through the half wolfed out alpha, and Adam has half a mind to just let the man do what he wants. At least then maybe he can get out of the situation faster.
He moves slowly, reaching towards the jeans he’d left on the floor by the bed. In his hurry to be naked he’d left his phone in the pocket.
He grabs the jeans, ever so slowly pulling them closer, and a deep growl rumbles through the man on top of him, warning him.
Adam slows to a stop, heart thundering in his chest. If he makes a wrong move, he’ll be dead before anyone even knows he’s in trouble.
“Just getting my phone,” he says carefully, making his movements obvious and slow. The alpha growls low in his chest, his hips rutting up against Adam’s bare ass, and he’s suddenly very aware of the fact that neither one of them have clothes on.
The slick on his ass is still sticky and the alpha’s heavy cock brushes into it, slicking himself up, blindly rutting against Adam. If he wasn’t so scared of being killed, he might actually enjoy it.
The alpha continues his rut, his teeth brushing over Adam’s shoulder and he moves to grab his phone again, really not willing to be forcefully mated to this alpha he doesn’t even know. The slick case of his phone slips out of the pocket, his fingers fumbling to unlock it. He’s starting to feel a warmth growing in his gut, an unfortunate side effect of having an alpha rutting against his naked ass for the last 10 minutes.
The phone starts ringing and Adam waits with bated breath until…
“911, what’s your emergency?”
His breath shudders out of him as he answers.
“The feral alpha…is in my room. He has me pinned. Please hel-ah!”
Sharp teeth break through his skin and he can’t hold back his pained gasp. The 911 operator is saying something but he can’t focus through the flood of pleasure and pain coming from his shoulder.
Every nerve in his body is responding to this alpha’s mating bite, making him more slick and needy, his cock giving an interested twitch. The alpha seems to notice the change and lets out a happy little growl, his hips getting rougher, his fingers digging into Adam’s waist and shoulder.
“Sir? Are you there?”
Adam can barely hear around the blood rushing through his ears.
“Ahh, fuck. Yes, yes I’m here. He’s just bit me,” he spits out, narrowly keeping his moan from escaping.
“Ok, just stay calm. Don’t provoke him. Police will be at your location in 10 minutes. Just stay on the line.”
Adam lets out a shuddered breath, his body aching now. Sweat drips down his temple, leaving trails over his forehead as he tries not to give in to the man attempting to use him. It’s hard.
“Is he inside you?” he hears the woman ask, her voice barely a whisper through the pleasure coursing through him.
“Not yet,” he answers, unsuccessful this time as he lets out a lewd moan, slick leaking out of him in a steady flow now.
He doesn’t hear what she says in response. He can only focus on the heavy cock fumbling between his legs, slipping in and out of his slick soaked thighs. The heat only grows, so insufferable that he can’t stand it anymore.
“Okay, okay, please just…”
He reaches back, fumbling for the alpha’s heavy cock, trying to keep him still long enough to direct him to where Adam so desperately needs him. The alpha’s hips stutter and pause, just long enough for Adam to grab the thick head of the alpha’s cock and direct it to his ass.
He presses back, mouth falling open with a loud moan as the tip of the alpha’s cock slips past the slick, tight rim of his ass. Adam nearly cums right then and there.
“Please,” he begs, pushing back against the alpha. The growling grows lower, a grumble deep in the alpha’s gut, and it echoes through Adam, making his knees tremble.
“Please,” he begs again.
The alpha finally catches on, pushing his hips forward, shoving every thick inch of his cock deep into Adam and Adam screams, his whole body tensing at the intense mix of pleasure and pain.
The alpha doesn’t stop once he starts. He continues his rut, making satisfied grunting noises with every thrust, and Adam tries to hold on. His hands slip on the floor, so he reaches back, gripping the back of the alpha’s neck, yanking on the hair there, and it only serves to make the alpha move faster.
“Yes, yes, please, faster,” he cries, the phone on the floor completely forgotten.
The alpha presses him harder into the floor, the sound of his balls slapping against Adam’s ass echoing in the small room. His slick makes everything wet and easy, the squelching sound loud on every thrust.
Adam moans louder, unable to hold it back anymore, and then suddenly he’s screaming through an orgasm. An orgasm that shoots through him so hard and fast that he seizes on the floor, unable to get away from the pleasure running its course through his entire body. He chokes on his cries, the alpha’s teeth once again buried in his shoulder, and cum shoots out of him, coating the floor and his stomach, making another mess he’ll just have to clean up later.
He’s just barely lucid when he feels the start of a knot pressing against his rim. And with his orgasm comes clarity, and a sudden realization that he’s in a terrible position right now.
“Wait, stop, please don’t–AH fuck!”
He’s too late. The knot grows too fast, easily pressing past his rim and it expands even further, filling him up. The alpha’s hips slap against him, desperate needy whines coming from the man above him, and then Adam’s insides are on fire.
“Oh my god. No no, please,” he begs, but the alpha isn’t listening.
The knot locks into place and Adam can feel his insides being flooded with ropes of cum. It’s so thick and heavy, making his stomach expand with every release, and he knows he’ll be swollen and heavy by the time the alpha’s knot goes down.
The alpha makes a pitiful noise, his tongue lapping over the bites on Adam’s shoulder, making him shudder. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think the alpha felt bad for what he did. But feral as he is, there’s nothing in his head but the need to breed.
There’s a knock at the front door of his house and Adam’s heart lurches. The cops. He’d completely forgotten about them. Shit.
“The cops are here,” he says, craning his neck to look up at the alpha, but the man is already alert. His eyes are focused on the door, his nose sniffing at the air, no doubt smelling another alpha in the area.
“Are you still there, Adam?”
Adam turns away from the alpha to look at the phone.
“I’m here. Please tell them to be careful. He’s still inside me.”
The woman confirms she’s told the men outside to be discreet, but the second the door busts down, the alpha is up on his knees, holding Adam against his chest.
The shift in position makes Adam cry out, his ass pulling at the knot. It’s still pumping him full of cum, and he can just barely see his lower belly poking out from his hips.
The door to the bedroom swings open and Adam holds his breath, completely exposed to the two cops currently pointing very large weapons into his room. One of them even covers his nose, taking a step back from the doorway.
The alpha has him by the throat now, his hand squeezing possessively, his other arm wrapped tight around Adam’s waist, holding him as close as possible.
The cop to the left steps back again, grabbing his walkie talkie on his shoulder.
“Confirmed visual on the feral. He has an omega in hand.”
Adam can only watch as the men try to reason with the alpha, try to get him to let his guard down, but he doesn’t let up. He’s still gripping Adam as hard as he can, his fingers squeezing bruises into Adam’s throat and waist.
“Adam? Can you hear me?”
The other cop, the older of the two, looks down at him.
Adam opens his mouth to respond but the alpha squeezes harder.
“Just blink once if you understand me.”
Adam blinks once.
“We’re going to have to neutralize him. But we can’t do that until he’s no longer stuck with you. Do you understand?”
Adam’s stomach aches and his chest hurts, but he blinks again.
“Good. How long has he been inside you? Blink when I say the right amount of minutes.”
Adam blinks again in understanding. His knees ache and his cock is hanging limp between his legs, spent and sore, on sight for the cops to see.
“5 minutes, 10 minutes,...”
Adam listens as well as he can, and as the cop gets to 20, he blinks. Close enough.
“Great. It won’t be long now then. Just hold tight.”
Adam wants to laugh. What else could he possibly do right now?
Another spurt of cum coats his insides and his mouth falls open on a groan, unable to hold it back. He’s so full.
“Have an ambulance on standby.”
A low steady, threatening growl is rumbling through the alpha, and Adam can tell it’s making the cops antsy. He truly hopes they don’t do anything stupid.
The alpha behind him shifts, his knot deflating, and Adam feels cum and slick beginning to leak out of him. He collapses to the floor, unable to keep himself upright anymore, and as the chaos ensues around him, he can only focus on breathing, the edges of his vision closing in. The last thing he remembers is the howl of an enraged alpha.
**
He spends 5 days in the hospital. 3 days recovering from the forced mating bite and the ensuing mating sickness, and 2 more days of testing and monitoring for any health concerns that could prevent a healthy pup. The doctors refuse his every request for conception blockers. It isn’t easy these days to get plan B, or any other conception protection, not since the Omega Care Act was repealed.
Despite his verification that the insemination was not consensual, and even a police report proving this, the doctors refuse to provide him with anything due to the mating mark. Every single doctor says he has to have his mate’s approval, despite the proof that his mate is a feral alpha currently in rehab.
He leaves the hospital sick to his stomach, praying to a god he doesn’t believe in that this pregnancy won’t catch. That he’ll get lucky and wake up in a few months feeling normal.
**
He’s not so lucky. About a month after the incident, he’s at work, and the sound of a young patient throwing up sends him running to the bathroom. His stomach rebels for nearly 30 whole minutes, and he knows without a doubt that he’s screwed.
The 3 pregnancy tests he takes that night only confirm it. He’s pregnant. With a feral alpha’s child. He has half a mind to find some way to get rid of the pup, but he’d be caught so easily. He’s already registered in the hospital’s records as a possibly pregnant omega. He’ll be tried for murder if he tries to rid himself of the pup now.
He’s stuck with this.
**
Two months pass and he feels almost normal again. The window is finally fixed. The police figured the Alpha had been drawn by the scent of Adam masturbating. He still hated himself for that part.
He’s in the shower, scrubbing the day’s sweat and exhaustion off, with plans of rotting away on the couch for the next 2 days, when his phone rings. He peeks around the shower curtain, seeing a number he doesn’t recognize.
“Probably a scam,” he mumbles to himself, moving back under the spray of water. The phone rings two more times before he realizes it may be work and he turns the water off, wrapping a towel around his waist.
It’s a local number, but there’s no other info. He decides to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Is this Adam Grandey?”
“This is him,” Adam answers, tucking the phone between his shoulder and ear as he dries himself off.
“This is Lauren from the state police department. We’re calling to let you know that the feral alpha that attacked you two months ago broke out of rehab last night.”
Adam’s stomach drops.
“We were tracking him until about two hours ago when we lost him in your area. We have a feeling he might be making another unplanned visit.”
His heart races, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm on the bathroom counter.
“Can you send the police or something? If you know he’s coming here…”
“I’m sorry, but we’re not authorized to send a unit unless he actually breaks in. Since you are mated–”
“Not by choice,” he cuts in. She ignores him.
“We are not allowed to interfere in an alpha’s business, especially one with a pregnant omega. If he breaks in, we can charge him with breaking and entering, but…”
Adam wants to scream.
“So I’m supposed to just wait until he breaks in again? Let him molest me all over again?”
He can hear the exasperated sigh on the other end of the line.
“I’m truly sorry, sir but there is nothing we can do as of now. Please don’t hesitate to call us if anything happens.”
Adam hangs up the phone without another word. His stomach rolls and he just barely keeps himself from losing his dinner into the toilet. He’s the target of a feral alpha. Again.
He looks at himself in the mirror, his shaggy brown hair floppy, still dripping down his back. The scar on his shoulder still looks brand new, a perfect outline of that alpha’s fangs. His eyes wander lower and he sees the slight pouch in his lower stomach. The pouch he’d been trying to ignore ever since he noticed it when trying to button his pants one morning.
He sighs, leaning against the counter, exhausted from being on edge so often. The smell of alphas would turn his stomach, and any tall figure made him jump. This is exactly what he feared. And yet, the memory of that night, of the heat and the slick and the desire he’d felt so deep in his gut, even before the mating bite, lingered with him.
He still dreams of that night. Of how it felt to be so achingly full with his cock and cum. He wakes hard as a rock and aching to be full once more.
His cock twitches under the towel and he scoffs, pushing his hand against it. He can handle it on his own.
**
His gun sits on the bedside table, the window unlocked, and the door closed. Adam is dressed this time, in boxers and a tank top, laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. If the alpha does show, Adam will be ready.
Around midnight he drifts off, exhaustion weighing heavy on him. He can’t keep his eyes open any longer.
At least, until he hears the sound of his window shifting, opening.
He’s up in seconds, gun in hand, pointing it at the massive figure climbing in through the window.
“Stay right there,” he demands.
The alpha unfurls himself to his full height, tilting his head to the side questioningly. He’s not quite as wolfed out this time, but he’s still way too big for Adam to handle on his own. Adam can see a sharp jawline, a nose perfectly crafted, and his hands are almost normal. No claws.
But his eyes give him away. Bright red, they stand out in the dark of the room, staring at Adam with hunger and something else.
“I won’t hesitate to shoot you. You need to go back to the rehab facility.”
The alpha makes a pitiful whining noise and Adam has to keep his fingers from shaking. This is the same alpha alright.
“Go. Please.”
The man huffs, taking a step closer, but Adam lifts the gun higher, pointing it right at his chest.
“I mean it.”
A low, pained growl is rumbling through the alpha’s chest, and it takes every ounce of Adam’s willpower to keep the gun pointing forward. It just sounds so pitiful, like he actually wants to be here. Like he knows where he is and wants to stay.
That thought gives him pause. What if he’s not as feral as the police think?
“Can you…understand me?”
His head tilts again, but a flash of recognition shows in his eyes, the red fading slightly, before the hunger takes over again.
Adam sees the hesitation in the alpha’s hands. He keeps opening and closing his fingers, probably trying to control his claws.
He’s probably insane, but he doesn’t think this alpha will hurt him. At least not now that they’re mated. And he’s pregnant.
“I’m going to put this down. Please don’t hurt me.”
Adam doesn’t see any signs of understanding, but he trusts his gut and puts the gun down on the floor, safety still on.
In seconds, the alpha is on him, smothering him in his scent, burying his face in Adam’s throat. He struggles for only a few seconds before he realizes the alpha isn’t trying to do anything bad. He’s just scenting him.
“This is not what I expected,” he mumbles to himself, wrapping his arms around the alpha’s waist, if only to keep himself from falling over under the man’s weight.
There’s a pathetic little whine coming from him, and Adam somehow finds it cute. Now that he’s paying attention and not delirious with pleasure, it feels quite nice to have an alpha so obsessed with him. Even if he is a feral one.
“You missed me, didn’t you?”
The alpha snuggles closer, pushing Adam down onto the bed, and he huffs a laugh, letting the alpha lick over his throat.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The blue and white rehab clothes he wears are quite gaudy, but he doesn’t seem to even notice as he puts nearly his full weight on top of Adam, scenting him so heavily the room reeks of their combined scents.
“You know, you could’ve started this way instead of what you did 2 months ago.”
The alpha doesn’t answer, just continues nuzzling him, and Adam sighs, resigned to his fate for the night.
**
Adam wakes in the morning with the alpha wrapped around his back, both arms wrapped tight around him. At some point in the night, the rehab clothes had been shredded, and Adam’s tank top was bunched up under his chin.
His boxers did nothing to hide the boner. He’s almost ashamed of himself, for allowing this to happen again. But…it could be worse.
A low grumble sounds from behind him and the alpha shifts, his hips pressing up against Adam, making it very clear exactly what he’s thinking. His cock is just as big as Adam remembers, and his body remembers it very well.
“Someone’s eager.”
The alpha shifts again, rutting up against Adam, his hips making desperate attempts to do something. Small, needy whines escape him and Adam grins, very willing to participate this time.
“Let me help,” he says, reaching back to pull his boxers down off his ass. He’s only able to pull them down to his thighs, the alpha keeping him from moving any further.
“I’ve got you. Do this,” Adam instructs, reaching back to find the head of the alpha’s cock, guiding it to his ass just as he’d done two months ago. Though this time, he’s enjoying it willingly.
The alpha lets him do whatever he needs, and soon, Adam is being speared open by the alpha’s giant cock. It feels so good, so much better than he remembers.
Adam just lets the alpha take over, enjoying the way his ass spreads around him, the way his slick leaks out around it every time he presses in. It’s so much calmer this time, nicer.
“We can do this whenever you like if you keep this up,” he groans, pressing back. His stomach muscles tense and the alpha presses him into the bed, smothering him as he thrusts. The grunts and groans turn Adam on even more and he’s cumming in minutes, which seems to please the alpha. He wraps a hand around the head of Adam’s spent cock, coating his hand in Adam’s seed, and then smears it all over Adam’s back.
It’s disgusting, but also incredibly hot. Possessive and territorial were not on his list of turn ons, but clearly he just didn’t know better.
As soon as the alpha’s cock starts to swell, Adam is lost to another orgasm, eyes rolling back in his head as the alpha’s tongue laves over his shoulder and throat, his cock pumping heavy loads of seed into him. If he wasn’t already pregnant, he would be this time.
**
Adam spends the weekend at the apartment, the alpha following him around like a lost, territorial puppy. Any time Adam moves, the alpha is up in an instant, right on his heels.
He’d tried at some point to get clothes on the man but he’d adamantly refused, even making a show of shredding the only large shirt Adam could find for him. He gave up after that.
Adam enjoys it for the most part until he tries to go to the bathroom and the alpha follows him, standing right next to him as he handles his business.
“You don’t have to be so close you know,” Adam says, chuckling. He tucks himself back into his boxers and washes his hands, the alpha still pressed up against his back.
He’s unfortunately getting used to the man being so attentive.
“Are you hungry?”
He doesn’t wait for a response, knowing he won’t get one, and makes his way into the kitchen. The fridge is scarce but he has enough for a few ham sandwiches so he makes do.
The alpha stays quiet, somehow staying just out of the way as Adam moves around the kitchen, grabbing the items he needs. He isn’t paying close attention though as he closes a drawer, slamming his finger hard.
He yelps, the pain sharp but already fading. However the alpha seems to think differently.
A low, dangerous growl rumbles through him, his chest puffed up as he yanks Adam away from the drawer, staring at it as if it could actually back down.
“I’m fine. Stop being so clingy.” Adam tries to pull away but he’s yanked back into the alpha’s thick chest. He can feel the alpha’s soft cock against his ass and needs to think about anything else to keep himself from making a bad decision.
He looks up, seeing the red eyed glare, and chuckles to himself. If anyone had ever told him this would be his life…
The man finally looks down, grabbing Adam’s finger, inspecting the red flesh. Not even a bruise.
“See? I’m fine.”
He lets the alpha inspect it for a few more minutes and then gently pulls away, his stomach grumbling.
“Let me finish making food. You can scent me after.”
That finally seems to get his attention and he lets go, still not moving far but at least letting Adam finish the sandwiches.
“Come on.”
Adam leads them to the couch, settling down into the worn but comfortable leather, placing the plates on the table and tossing a throw blanket into his lap.
He reaches for his plate, digging into his own sandwich, humming as he finally gets food into his grumbling stomach.
The alpha, seemingly satisfied for the moment, grabs his sandwich and digs in as well, though a little more frantic and far less civilized. It’s adorable.
After that it’s easy to just settle into the couch, the alpha laying himself across Adam’s lap, his arms wrapped around Adam’s waist. He nuzzles into Adam’s belly and Adam feels his heart lurch, a sudden longing for a life he thought he’d never have flashing through him.
The curtains flutter in the breeze coming through the open windows, the tv playing something he doesn’t care about, and his alpha, his mate, is heavy and warm in his lap, grumbling softly. He never thought he could have something like this.
**
After that weekend, it’s nearly impossible to get rid of the alpha. Not that he wants to of course. He’s used to having that constant attention and he misses it a lot when he’s not around. But he has to work.
The first few times he tries locking the alpha in the apartment, but he always comes back to an absolute mess. His underwear, dirty clothes, even his pillow strewn across the apartment, covering nearly every inch.
So he starts letting the alpha out, letting him roam, with firm warnings that he has to stay away from Adam. It works for a few weeks, but Adam still sees him lurking in the shadows. Watching him from a distance.
It gives him comfort to know his alpha is always so close, even if it’s dangerous.
**
“That’s your pup.”
Adam holds the blurry black and white picture of his pup up for his alpha to see. The alpha looks at it, his eyes clear for the first time in the last 5 months.
He looks up at Adam, brows raised, and then looks back at the picture, then down at Adam’s stomach. He repeats this a few times and Adam watches in awe, nodding.
“It’s a little boy. They say he’s big for his age. He’ll probably be a big pup.”
The alpha blinks, a sign of recognition on his face. It’s the first time Adam has seen something other than hunger on his face. At least, the first time it has lasted longer than a few seconds.
“Do you understand me? This,” he says softly, putting a hand on his belly. “This is your pup. You put him inside me. Do you remember?”
The alpha blinks again, looking back down at Adam’s stomach, and then back to Adam’s face. And to Adam’s complete shock, his alpha nods.
It’s not impossible for a feral alpha to be brought back. It’s just…rare. There are so many factors into what sends an alpha into a feral state, and if you don’t know what caused it, you typically can’t fix it. The rehab facilities that have popped up in the last few years boast progress now, but it’s still far from perfect.
So to see him nod in understanding, to answer a question, it’s shocking to say the least.
“Holy shit…”
The alpha huffs, something akin to a laugh, and Adam opens his mouth in awe.
“Can you talk now too?”
The alpha sniffs, turning his nose up at the idea, and Adam sighs.
“It’s ok. We’ll work on that.”
**
Police are still on the lookout for the feral alpha that attacked, mated, and impregnated the omega several months ago. Sources say the omega hasn’t had contact since the attack, and the police haven’t found a trace of the alpha since he escaped the Sunrise Rehab Facility. Any tips are welcome at the number found on the bottom of the screen…
“You need to be more careful. They’ll probably find out I’m lying soon enough.”
The first time they came knocking was a week after his alpha broke out of the rehab facility. They’d questioned him and pushed him to give up the whereabouts, but he flicked them off and closed the door. And then once a month after, they would show up unannounced, knocking on his door, making his alpha agitated and anxious.
He’s able to hide their combined scents fairly easily with some of the pheromone eraser wall plug-ins Walmart has started selling, but every time he uses one, his alpha freaks out and spends several hours re-scenting him and the house. On those days, his alpha gets a little more feral, and Adam curses the cops every single time. He’s so close to getting this man, his mate, to come back to his human self and they keep intruding.
A kiss on his shoulder draws his attention and he sighs, enjoying the feeling of his Alpha’s arms wrapped around his middle. His thumbs brush gently over the underside of Adam’s belly, a new gesture of content, and Adam is definitely not complaining.
“If they find out you’re here, they’ll take you away. But if you show you can be human…”
A low growl answers him and Adam sighs, leaning back against his Alpha’s shoulder.
“I know, I know. It’s ok, I’m not forcing you. I’m just worried they’ll try to take you from me.”
A feral alpha is a threat to the community after all.
A short nip at his ear makes Adam jump, slapping at his alpha’s arm.
“You are not allowed to chastise me for being worried. It’s not like you’re careful. I still see you following me to work.”
It’s his alpha’s turn to sigh, tucking his nose under Adam’s jaw and scenting him heavily. Adam groans but doesn’t argue anymore. He’s too tired for that.
**
Adam once considered himself unlucky to have few friends, but now, with his life the way it is, he doesn’t really mind it. He can hole himself away in his apartment most nights with no problem. And with his alpha slowly but surely gaining his humanity back, it has been far more fun for him to stay home.
“This is your pup.”
“...my…pup.”
Adam nods, a huge grin on his face.
“And this is our house. Where we live.”
His alpha opens and closes his mouth a few times before stuttering out, “...our…house. We…live…”
Adam could die of happiness right now.
“Yes! You’re doing so well!”
A crooked smile appears on his alpha’s face, though it’s clear he isn’t used to the expression anymore. Adam can’t help himself and leans in, stealing a kiss. He’s so excited.
“Can you tell me your name? I can’t just keep calling you ‘alpha’ in my head.”
There’s a brush of pride across his alpha’s face and Adam almost chastises him for the smugness, but he’s so excited to be hearing words that he lets it go.
“Please? Tell me your name?”
His alpha huffs but opens his mouth, feeling around for the word…
“Der…Derek.”
“Derek?” Adam repeats, rolling the name around on his tongue. It’s so much better than ‘alpha’.
“Your…alpha.”
Adam barks out a laugh, caught by surprise by the extra addition.
“Yes, my alpha. Even if you took that title by force,” Adam jokes, but Derek’s face pinches, his forehead bunching.
“I’m just joking with you,” he tries to reason but Derek shakes his head. He reaches forward, fingers brushing against Adam’s lips.
“I’m…sorry.”
Adam’s lips fall open but Derek continues.
“But I am…glad. To…have you.”
Adam’s chest tightens and his eyes start watering.
“I’m glad to have you too,” he chokes out.
Derek smiles again, and then it’s Derek’s turn to lean in and steal a kiss from Adam. Adam laughs through the tears, falling back to the floor and Derek follows, kissing deeper now.
A low groan slips past Derek’s lips and Adam shudders, his cock already aching in his pants.
“Fuck, Derek~” Adam moans out. Derek’s face lights up, his eyes glittering, and suddenly Adam is so glad he knows his name.
“Derek?”
The raw groan that comes out of him makes Adam keen, his back arching off the floor.
Derek takes advantage of this and wraps a muscled arm under Adam’s back, pulling him up to sit in Derek’s lap. Adam chokes on a groan, his cock squished against Derek’s abs.
His belly pokes out more now too, pressing up against Derek, far more noticeable than it had been the past few months.
“Can you say my name?” Adam asks, hopeful as he gazes into Derek’s hungry eyes.
Derek’s lips move, his brows pinching, but he looks determined.
“My…mate. Adam.”
Adam’s heart swells in his chest and he’s done trying to hold himself back. Derek is his mate, no matter what.
“Kiss me, you big oaf.”
And Derek does just that. He kisses Adam so deeply, so full of desire, that Adam loses himself to the feeling. His mind goes blank, empty. At least until a solid thump from his middle makes them both pause.
Derek’s eyes go wide and he looks down at Adam’s belly.
Adam, still trying to recover from the sudden loss of Derek’s lips on his throat, blinks down at his belly too, waiting for it to happen again.
He’s felt the pup quite a few times, little flutters of movement every now and then. But this one is bigger. More noticeable.
Derek’s hands shift to cover the sides of Adam’s middle, and Adam holds his breath, waiting for the feeling again.
They don’t have to wait long.
“Our pup!” Derek exclaims, a wide grin on his face. Kick after kick pushes against Adam’s ribs, but he can’t bring himself to complain as Derek’s face grows bright with excitement. This is the most joy Adam has seen from him since…well, ever.
“Yes, our pup,” Adam echoes, a smile growing on his face as well. He thought he would hate it. Hate the feeling of something growing inside of him. But this…this was worth the rocky start.
“What should we name him?” Adam asks. He doesn’t really expect Derek to answer, more just musing to himself. But…
“Theo. After my brother.”
Adam is speechless. Though he’s not sure if that’s from the fact that Derek actually gave him a name, that he didn’t even hesitate once in that sentence, or that he brought up a past Adam thought he didn’t remember.
“You…you remember your brother?”
Derek’s brow furrows and red starts to bleed into his green eyes, so Adam shakes his head, running his fingers through Derek’s hair.
“It doesn’t matter. You can tell me when you’re ready. For now, let’s enjoy the rest of my day off.”
Derek seems to pull himself out of the memories and gives Adam a pleased, grateful smile. Adam answers it, leaning in for a kiss, slipping his tongue past Derek’s lips. Derek opens easily, his tongue intermingling with Adam’s, and suddenly they’re back to their horny selves. Even if those four words are still echoing in the back of Adam’s mind.
**
The police seem to have finally backed down, finally given Adam’s continued insistence that he didn’t know where the feral Alpha was. Which…isn’t exactly untrue. His alpha isn’t feral anymore. Not like he was before.
No, his alpha is currently wrapped around him in their now shared bed, snoring softly. He’s learning words, learning how to make food, even learning how to read again. And Adam is so very proud of his progress.
Theo continues to make himself known, growing ever bigger as the time passes. At Adam’s last appointment, the doctor noted his growth to be further along than normal at this point in the pregnancy, and weighing in at nearly 10 pounds. Derek had been thrilled, Adam not so much. He was the one that would have to deliver the pup.
Derek’s arm tightens around Adam’s waist and he winces, his already full bladder being pummeled by the pup inside him. The clock on the nightstand mocks him, ridiculously bright at 3:32am. Unable to hold it anymore, he lifts Derek’s arm off of him, slips from the bed with a grunt, then shuffles to the bathroom, a hand on his lower back. That’s another thing he hates. The back aches.
He lets out a sigh of relief as he sits on the toilet, the release of his bladder incredibly welcome, and rubs his heavy middle. Stretch marks litter his sides, light pink and white all over. His bellybutton pokes out now too, which can be annoying. Most of his shirts are too tight, and it shows so prominently. Kids at work ask him all the time what it is, and he has to explain that he’s pregnant over and over. The parents are usually apologetic but he’s started to enjoy bragging about his pup.
As if right on cue, Theo gives another kick, right against the hand he has resting on his side. Adam huffs, rubbing the skin there.
“Easy there little one or you’ll bust right out of me. Your papa won’t like that very much.”
The kicking doesn’t go away, but it does slow down. A little bit.
Adam shakes his head, using the sink counter to hoist himself from the toilet. Theo is going to be a handful for sure.
He finishes the rest of his business and shuffles out of the bathroom, only to find Derek standing right in front of the door, face tight and brow furrowed.
“Are you okay?”
Adam blinks. He hadn’t heard Derek get up.
“I’m ok. I just had to pee. Theo likes to use my bladder as a punching bag.”
Derek doesn’t move.
“Are you okay?”
Derek shakes his head, his huge form blocking the doorway. Even in the dark, Adam can see the tension in his shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” he asks gently, slipping closer. He wraps his arms around Derek’s waist, letting his belly press up against him. It usually helps calm him down.
This time is thankfully no different.
“Bad dreams. I was worried. About you.”
Adam’s brow furrows and he brushes his thumb over Derek’s jaw, cupping his cheek.
“I’m okay, I promise. Still in one piece, even if a little sore from carrying your heavy ass pup.”
Derek is caught off guard and huffs, his shoulders relaxing an inch or so. Adam smiles up at him, running his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Derek hesitates, his eyes growing distant. Adam has seen this look quite a bit the last few weeks, and he’s worried the memories of why Derek became feral are going to come flooding back. It’s already so rare for a feral alpha to come back to normal, and in almost all of those documented cases, the alpha nearly always goes feral again after remembering what happened the first time. There are a lot of ethical groups arguing against bringing feral alphas back from that state, because it only causes them more harm. But their argument doesn’t hold much weight because the few rare cases of successfully recovered alphas, small as that pool may be, have all stated they were glad to be back to normal. And that’s all Adam wants for Derek.
“You don’t have to. But it can help you feel better.”
Derek deflates, his shoulders sagging. He leans in, putting his head on Adam’s shoulder, scenting him.
“Don’t want to talk. Not tonight.”
Adam nods, rubbing his back.
“That’s fine. Let’s go back to sleep then. My back hurts.”
Just like that, Derek is back to being the doting alpha Adam loves. He sweeps Adam off his feet, carrying him the short distance back to the bed, and Adam lets him. He enjoys it, despite himself.
Derek shuffles Adam to the inside of the bed, closer to the wall. Usually this spot is for Derek, but when Derek climbs into the bed and wraps himself around Adam, protective, Adam doesn’t complain. This side of the bed is warmer anyway.
**
“Are you sure you don’t want to go home? You don’t look well.”
Adam shakes his head, rubbing away the already disappearing cramp in his side.
“I’m alright. I only have a few more hours anyway.”
Susan doesn’t look like she believes him but she relents, handing him the clipboard for his next patient.
Eight and a half months pregnant, he’s not exactly enjoying being up and moving around. And he would much rather be nesting at home. He’s far too close to his due date to be dealing with people that are not his mate, and Susan seems to realize this too. He’s cranky, uncomfortable, and Theo is constantly kicking his bladder, making him have to go to the bathroom every half hour.
By the time the end of his shift rolls around, Susan already has his belongings.
“Go home. Don’t come back until after your pup is born. I won’t hear any arguments.”
Adam, loath to admit it, is incredibly thankful. He feels restless and miserable, and being here any longer might actually make him go insane.
“Thank you. I’ll keep you updated.”
“You better! I expect to see pictures of that pup of yours.”
Adam chuckles and nods, promising to do just that before leaving the building. Thirty more minutes and he’ll be home and able to shower. And then it’s just a matter of waiting for his pup to arrive. He’s already decided on a home birth, unwilling to leave Derek out of it. And the one good thing that came out of the government repealing the Omega Care Act was the ability for Alphas to decide how long Omegas should be out of work, or if they’re allowed to go back at all. He already knows Derek will respect his wishes.
The car ride home is miserable, the cramps starting to grow worse. He knows they’re not full blown contractions yet, but they’re still incredibly uncomfortable. Thankfully, the second he pulls into the driveway, Derek is there helping him out of the car and off his feet. No doubt he followed Adam all the way home. The separation this late in the pregnancy has been rough on both of them.
“Man, I love you so much. I want a bath.”
Derek nods, fully capable of doing everything Adam needs now, so Adam wraps his arms around Derek’s neck and relaxes, enjoying being pampered.
Derek runs his bath, helping Adam wash his body, getting rid of all of the sweat and outside germs. Bathed, dressed, and content, Adam starts nesting, pulling every piece of clothing out of his drawers and closet. He arranges everything on the bed, fixing each item so it all lays perfectly around them as they sleep. Derek watches in silence, helping every now and then when Adam can’t reach something.
By the time bedtime rolls around, Adam is exhausted. He lets out a yawn and Derek looks up from his spot in Adam’s lap.
“Ready for bed?”
Adam nods, shuffling back against the pillows, letting Derek climb out of the bed to finish turning out the lights. By the time Derek gets back, Adam is fast asleep, cozy in his nest of their scents.
**
“Can you tell me what you were like as a child?”
Adam starts small. Hopefully far enough back that it won’t spark Derek’s painful memories. Derek hums, running his fingers through Adam’s hair, his chest warm under Adam’s cheek.
They spend a lot of their time wrapped around each other in the nest, anticipation heavy. The pup is due to arrive any day and Adam refuses to risk being out of the nest when that happens.
“I was…a handful. My mom used to call me that. Always with a fond smile on her face.”
His voice rumbles through Adam, his breath brushing over the top of his head.
“And your dad?” Adam asks, gently guiding the conversation.
Derek’s fingers stop moving through Adam’s hair but he doesn’t stop talking.
“He was good. Kind. Never cruel. Treated me with respect, even when I…disobeyed them.”
Adam chuckles, tracing his fingers over the trail of hair on Derek’s chest.
“My luck, Theo is going to be a handful too. Just like you were.”
It’s Derek’s turn to huff, his fingers resuming their gentle, careful path through Adam’s hair.
“He will be good. He may be a lot, but he will be a good pup.”
Adam lets himself imagine what Theo will look like. Will he be handsome like his Papa? Dark hair and green eyes? Will he get freckles like Adam? He even goes so far as to imagine Theo as a young boy, snaggle toothed, running around the yard with Derek, both of them play fighting.
The image brings tears to his eyes. A life he never once expected, but one that would now be granted.
“Are you okay?”
Adam sniffles, wiping his face.
“I’m fine. Just thinking about our pup.”
Derek’s fingers shift under Adam’s chin, lifting it up so they can look at each other.
“He will be a strong pup. You will raise him right. Just as my father raised me and my brother.”
Adam shudders a little at the easy mention of Derek’s family. Whatever happened to send Derek into a feral state, Adam is fairly positive it has to do with his family. He’s about to ask another question when a cramp steals his breath, making him whimper.
Derek’s fingers disappear from his chin and move to the underside of his tightened middle, caressing the stretched out skin.
“You are close.”
Adam nods, breathing hard through his nose. The cramps are becoming more consistent.
“It won’t be long,” he promises, relaxing again as the cramp subsides. Derek reaches over to the bedside table, grabbing the wet rag he’d left there. He carefully runs it over Adam’s shoulder, over his back, taking special care with Adam’s extended middle. He’s so gentle, so careful. Like he’s scared of hurting him.
“Derek, I–”
Ding dong.
Derek’s hackles raise immediately, his eyes bleeding red. Who the hell would be coming to the door at this hour?
“Calm down,” Adam whispers, sitting up with a grunt. His body feels so incredibly heavy, but with the sound of the doorbell ringing a second time, he sighs, forcing himself out of the nest. Out of comfort.
Derek whines and his fingers wrap around Adam’s wrist, keeping him close to the bed. Adam smiles softly, running his fingers through the dark hair on Derek’s head.
“I’ll go see who it is. Stay here, just in case it’s the police again.”
A low growl comes from Derek at that, but Adam pats his shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile.
“I’ll be right back.”
He steadies himself on the edge of the bed, reaching down for a pair of abandoned boxers on the floor. It’s hard but he manages, with Derek’s help, to get them on, along with an oversized, overstretched shirt.
The stairs are worse, but he takes it one step at a time, keeping a hand on the railing and his other hand on his lower back. The doorbell rings again when he’s about halfway down the stairs.
“I’m coming!”
His ankles ache, and another cramp suddenly comes at him, making him pause at the bottom of the stairs. To hell with the person at the door. They shouldn’t be bothering him right now. Especially not in this state.
The door finally comes into vision and he huffs, out of breath. He flips on the porch light and opens the door, shocked to find an officer standing there, hands tucked into his belt.
“Can I help you officer?”
The man, a very large Alpha, gives a slight bow of his head, a stern look on his face.
“Sorry to bother you at such a late hour. We’ve received reports of the feral alpha in this area. Have you seen him?”
Adam wants to scream and yell and cuss at the officer. Why can’t they just leave him alone?
“Do you really think he would still be wandering around here? How many times do I have to tell you people–”
His words are cut off by a pained gasp, his hand flying to the underside of his belly. This contraction is so much stronger than the last few. The officer takes a step forward, no doubt trying to assist but Adam shakes his head, refusing to have another alpha touch him at a time like this.
“I’m fine,” he snaps, breathing heavily. “Please. I would like you to leave.”
The officer frowns, his brow furrowing.
“Are you sure I can’t call someone for you? There’s no reason an omega like yourself should be laboring alone.”
“I said, I’m fineeeyyaaaaaah,” unable to hold back his pained scream. It’s so much worse. The man turns to his radio, but Adam shakes his head.
“Do not call an ambulance. I wish to do this alone. At home. Leave me alOOONE!” he screams again, nearly collapsing to his knees. But to his relief, and now suddenly to his horror, he realizes Derek’s hands are the only thing keeping him from collapsing.
A deep warning growl is emanating from Derek’s chest, and Adam’s heart lurches into his throat.
“Derek, no, you can’t…AHHH!”
The growl grows louder, and the officer is now holding a gun, pointing it directly at Derek’s chest.
“No, please, don’t shoot!” Adam begs. Derek forces him back into the house, placing his bigger body in between Adam and the officer, protecting Adam. Adam screams as another cramp breaks through him, his fingers digging into Derek’s tense bicep.
“Step away from the omega!” the officer yells, his voice far too loud.
Red bleeds into Derek’s eyes, and claws start to form at the tips of his fingers. Adam can’t lose him like this. Not now. Not ever.
“No, please, stop! He’s not feral anymore!”
Adam takes advantage of Derek’s distracted posture to push in front of him, blocking him now with his own body. His own, very pregnant body.
The officer lowers his gun only slightly, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Step away from the feral!”
Adam shakes his head, struggling to breathe between the fear and pain coursing through him.
“No! He is my mate, and the father of my pup! You cannot legally step in!”
Derek’s growl is getting louder by the second. Adam doesn’t have much time.
“Please, I am not asking for hel-AAAHHHHHH NOOOO,” he pleads, gripping his stomach with clenched fingers, falling to his knees. The pain is so intense, so sudden he can only hold his breath until it passes.
Derek’s fingers on his back are the only thing keeping Adam sane. And if they take Derek…if they take him away…
“Please,” he gasps, begging the officer. “Don’t do this.”
Derek shifts, once again putting himself between Adam and the officer, showing his whole back to the officer. A sign of submission. A sign of trust.
Adam shakes his head, the pain only growing, his stomach seizing under his fingers.
He looks up, finding Derek looking back at him, his eyes no longer the bright red of a feral alpha. No. They’re beautifully, wonderfully green. And bright, full of life and fear.
“He will not harm you,” Derek promises, his beautiful, strong face determined.
Adam shakes his head again, silently begging Derek to stand down. To threaten an omega, let alone a pregnant and laboring one, is to declare war on the omega’s alpha. And the officer must realize it too.
Adam can hear him calling for backup, can even smell the fear suddenly coming off of him in waves. Adam clings to Derek, holding him tight.
“Leave him be. Don’t do anything stupid. Please. For me. And your pup,” he pleads breathlessly. For the pup that is currently making himself well known.
A whimper falls from his lips and Derek tenses, his shoulder muscles bunching under Adam’s clenched fingers.
He never imagined this is how it would go. He wanted an intimate, careful birth, in his nest with his mate. Not here on the living room floor, tears falling down his cheeks, the scent of fear nearly gagging him.
Derek’s fingers tremble, just barely holding back his claws.
“Just leave!” Adam screams. He might throw up if this goes on.
Sirens blare in the distance and his heart lurches so hard he gags, his stomach clenching hard. Derek doesn’t move. Keeps himself planted between Adam and the officer. He will not let Adam suffer.
Adam feels Derek shift, feels his muscles bunch as he turns to look at the officer. Fear spikes and Adam’s vision goes blurry, desperation leaking out of him in waves.
The officer, despite being an alpha, looks terrified. As he should. He’s threatened and antagonized an already helpless omega. If Derek really were feral, the officer would have already been ripped to shreds.
Derek’s back straightens, his shoulders going wide, completely blocking Adam from view. The officer raises his gun again, his fingers trembling far too close to the trigger.
“Leave.”
One word. One, forced word. Falling from Derek’s lips.
The officer’s eyes go wide, the gun lowering slightly in shock.
“But-but you’re supposed to be feral,” he stutters out pathetically. Adam wants to scream at him.
“Not anymore,” Derek answers, his voice calm and lethal. The gun stays raised, but the officer’s grip wavers.
Derek growls low, threatening. “You have threatened me. You have threatened my mate. You must have a death wish.”
The officer shakes his head, taking a step back.
“Leave. Before I tear you to shreds for making my mate suffer.”
There’s a new fear in the officer’s eyes now. That of realization. He’s no longer dealing with a feral, likely dangerous alpha who is unaware of his surroundings. No. He’s dealing with a very angry, very scary alpha of a pregnant omega, who would win in any court case for standing his ground. And he would be too easy a kill.
He takes another step back, the gun lowering again, and Adam feels his body react to the threat backing away. His back aches and his thighs tremble, the heavy weight in his stomach is moving lower.
“Derek,” he whimpers. “The pup. He’s coming.”
Derek’s posture changes instantly, and the officer takes the sudden advantage to sprint away, leaving the door wide open. Derek only takes a moment to close it before scooping Adam into his arms and carrying him up the stairs. Back to the nest. Back to safety.
Adam’s boxers are a mess of sweat and slick, his hole preparing for his pup’s arrival.
“Just breathe,” Derek murmurs, stripping Adam of his clothing. He settles Adam into the nest and Adam’s whole body shudders, the fear leaving him clammy and shaky.
“You’re okay,” Derek whispers, climbing into the nest with Adam, wrapping himself around Adam from behind, scenting him.
Adam breaks then, a sob cutting through his chest, and Derek’s arms tighten around him, holding him closer. He continues to whisper soothing words, to scent and massage Adam’s throat and stomach. Adam finally feels safe, feels comfortable enough to push, and he feels his pup so close already.
Derek soothes him, rubbing his hand over Adam’s back, and Adam struggles on his hands and knees as his pup slowly spreads him open, splitting him apart. Slick leaks out of him like a leaky faucet, but he continues to push.
He reaches between his legs, feeling the head full of hair stuck there, so close to coming out.
“He’s there. Adam, our pup is right there. Come on, you can do this.”
If Adam wasn’t so focused on birthing his pup, he might have noticed how sure Derek is of his words now, without hesitation or a stutter. Like he was never feral.
Adam bares down, the stretch spreading even wider, the burn so hot and painful. Derek’s soothing words do nothing to take away the pain, but they still help. Immensely.
Adam reaches for Derek’s hand, and he squeezes hard as he pushes once more, the feeling of his pup stretching him open, the slow, tortuous spread of his hole. He nearly cries from the pain until finally, his rim gives and his pup’s head pops out, leaving him gasping for air.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his thighs aching. Derek is there, rubbing his back again, and as another contraction comes, he braces himself. He pushes again, and again and again, feeling his rim spread and tighten with every push, and after what feels like hours, he gives one last pained push…and then relief.
He sobs at the release of pressure and he knows his pup is out. He looks back to Derek, expecting to see joy and elation on his face but he only sees worry.
“What is it?” Adam cries, struggling to move through the numbness in his legs. Derek is vigorously rubbing Theo’s back, patting him down but not a single sound escapes him. Adam stares, his stomach in his throat, the worst pain searing through his chest at the sight of his pup, limp in Derek’s large hands.
“What’s wrong with him,” he begs, watching Derek grow more and more desperate. He pats and rubs and pats Theo’s back. A sob escapes Adam, his chest so tight he can hardly breathe. If that officer made this happen, an entire army couldn’t hold Adam back. He would get his revenge.
Derek lets out a pained whine, his fingers trembling with their pup, so tiny despite being so heavy. Adam wants to die. Wants to fall to his knees and give in to the pain coursing through him. He’ll kill that officer, and then–
A shrill cry echoes through the room. A beautiful, incredible, perfect cry. And Adam breaks down. Derek’s own shoulders droop so heavily, so clearly relieved.
He passes Theo over to Adam, and Adam struggles to hold back his sobs.
“My baby. My pup. My sweet, beautiful Theo.” He keeps going, barely getting the words through the knot in his throat. Derek keeps quiet, but he doesn’t disappear. In fact, he shuffles closer, scenting the both of them so heavily the room reeks of it. And Adam, despite everything, despite the pain still coursing through him, feels a relief that nearly bowls him over. His mate, and his son. Both alive, and both perfectly amazing. He would never ask for anything ever again.
**
Adam hums to himself softly, rocking back and forth with Theo in his arms, his beautiful pup milk drunk and fast asleep. Exhaustion clings to every inch of Adam’s body, but he’ll never trade the feeling for anything. Derek is sleeping on the bed, snoring softly. He stayed up all night with Theo so Adam could sleep, and it’s catching up to him now.
This past month has been hectic for both of them. Derek was studied, poked, prodded, and paraded around on televisions about his ‘miraculous’ recovery from being feral. Adam was surprised at how well Derek handled everything, but given the end result was him being able to walk around in public again without hiding, he figured there was an ulterior motive to his submission.
Now though, Derek is free. Well, mostly. He will always be on a feral watchlist, but it won’t tarnish his name or keep him from living life the way he wants to. And Adam thanks the gods that Derek wants to be here, to be with him, and Theo.
Despite everything, despite what Adam learned of Derek’s past, things are working out for the better. Derek is happy, even if exhausted, and he’s well enough to hold a job, though he’s not exactly looking for one right now. They’re both rather enjoying their time alone, together in their house, out of the way of prying eyes.
And Adam isn’t too ashamed to admit he’s been rather enjoying Derek’s insatiable appetite returning. They aren’t looking for another pup right now of course, but that doesn’t keep Derek from making Adam feel like a brand new man every single time they fuck.
Even now, Adam can’t help but think about the delicious ways Derek’s tongue explored his body last night, the sinful ways in which Derek made love to him in the dark. Adam’s mouth starts to water as he remembers just how good it tasted when Derek filled his mouth and throat. The desperation he felt when Derek clamped his fingers into the back of his hair, the sinful pink flush over Derek’s body as he came, the way his stomach muscles rolled and twitched with every spurt of cum down Adam’s throat.
Adam shakes his head, clearing his throat a little. If he isn’t careful, he’ll wake Theo and spoil all of Derek’s hard work to get him to sleep.
Derek huffs on the bed, a low purr coming from his chest as he lifts his head, squinting over at Adam.
“Everything ok?”
Adam just nods, too ashamed of his dirty mind to use his words just yet.
Derek nods, dropping his head back to the pillow.
“Are you hungry? It’s past time for lunch.”
Adam glances at the clock, surprised to see it’s already past noon. Theo isn’t exactly great at keeping to a schedule.
“I could eat. Don’t do anything too crazy though. A sandwich is fine.”
Derek takes a deep breath before pushing himself up off the bed, his hair sticking out in so many different directions Adam can’t help but chuckle.
“Don’t laugh at me,” he grumbles, getting up from the bed, his thin sleep pants doing nothing to hide his half hard cock. “I’ve looked worse.”
Adam snorts, thankful the sound doesn’t wake Theo.
“You have definitely looked worse. Though I still think you look adorable.”
Derek gives him a fake laugh, his eyes bright and playful. Derek puts hand on the back of the rocking chair and Adam gladly accepts the offered kiss.
“Whatever makes you happy,” he mumbles, placing one more kiss on Adam’s forehead. “Call if you need me. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Adam gives him a mock salute and Derek rolls his eyes, disappearing out the door.
Adam likes this Derek. The playful, loving, doting mate. But he can’t help but miss the Derek from before. Not that he would ever want Derek to go feral again of course. He just…misses the animalistic way Derek cared for him, even if it was a little barbaric. Derek won’t admit it, but going back to normal has been hard on him, and he’s struggling to pretend that he’s ok.
He’s had to suffer through his memories again, at least this time thankfully with help, and then he’s had to reconcile with the things he did while feral. Adam can see the pain in his eyes every now and then when he looks at Theo, the pain and guilt he feels for forcing himself onto Adam, on top of the pain he feels for the loss of his brother…it’s a lot. Adam can’t blame him. He’s not entirely sure he would have survived as long as Derek has.
A small noise comes from Theo and Adam sighs, looking down at the tiny bundle of his pup. Theo’s eyes are fluttering, a sure sign he’s about to wake up.
“Guess you’re right,” he mutters to himself. “Time to get up.”
Adam stands from the chair, groaning at the soreness in his lower back. Pregnancy had not been kind to his muscles.
“At least you slept for a few hours this time. Maybe you’ll even sleep for Papa tonight.”
He only says it in hopes that it’ll come true. Derek needs a break too.
Adam wanders into the kitchen, finding Derek plating a sandwich. Derek looks up as Adam walks in and gives him a smile.
“He decided to get up finally?”
“Unfortunately,” Adam grumbles, sidling up to Derek.
Derek chuckles and hands the plate to Adam.
“This should cheer you up. Ham and Turkey, heavy on the mayo. Your favorite.”
“Oh, I love you so much.”
Derek’s cheeks flush slightly and Adam watches in awe. It’s not the first time he’s said that, but…
“I love you too,” Derek answers, looking down at Adam fondly.
Adam has to force himself to breathe, so incredibly taken by the love and adoration written all over Derek’s face. They have a lot to work on, but maybe, just maybe, they can make this little life work.
Spending literal hours desperately trying to push out a difficult, extra gooey large egg, feeling the goo pulse with every shudder from your desperate body.
Gripping the bed to try to get some control but with every push, every attempt to move it closer to finally slipping out your hole is met with resistance that feels so physically gentle that it’s frustrating.
The eggs centre is slightly harder, a beautiful solid blue. The gentle goo surrounding it is opaque green, seeming to constantly regenerate. With every push some of the green goo, a thick, lubey goo, ebbs out of your hole. It seems to never stop. It adapts to your body, seeming to work against you desperately trying to lay it.
Every intense push only forces more goo out of your hole, creating a puddle between your legs, but getting you no further to laying this egg. Your swollen stomach seeming to grow with every passing minute and the puddle between your thighs shamefully large, you whimper and hold your legs apart, spreading your hole as far as you can yourself, you close your eyes and focus.
One long, hard, aching push.
The egg obviously wasn’t moving with the constant rough desperate pushes, the type that normally send small eggs bouncing out of your hole.
You’re made for this.
Focusing on your womb, the weight, your outstretched stomach, you begin to push.
The first twenty seconds seem to pause the world. It doesn’t feel like anything inside is moving but fuck, it feels like some relief.
And then the centre of the egg, and the enormous mass of goo, begin to move.
“Just a bit more. A little bit more. “
The weight inside shifts and everything changes from a slow, methodical process of pushing to a head spin. The egg, without so much as a seconds warning, finally was pushed through your cervix, and there was an end in sight. This egg could finally be laid.
“Just push. Just PUSH. Fuck keep going. Don’t you dare fucking stop-“
You can feel it. You can feel your hole stretching open with every minute passing.
“please just a bit more, don’t stop now, I can feel it-“
You’re still being stretched open. Fuck. It’s not stopping.
“ OH GOD ITS TOO FUCKING BIG “
It’s still going. Don’t stop pushing.
“ITS TOO BIG OH GOD ITS TOO-“
The egg finally, after hours of struggle, slips out into your puddle, leaving your body shaking and your hole stretched wide open, goo pouring out.
You lay in bliss with the huge egg between your thighs, breathing deeply to catch your breath after the struggle.
I want to have a grotesquely large belly, discolored with long stretch marks on the sides, my belly button pushed so far out it's practically nonexistent. I want it to shift, squeeze, contort and roll, to look bumpy and misshapen opposed to smooth and round. Id want people to see it and think it's not even real, to gawk at its oily glistening and bulging appearance. I want you to touch it, feel the lumps and how they move, shrinking and writhing beneath your palm. I want to feel my skin tighten as my belly contracts and shifts my babies around. I want to see the outlines of their bodies, to realize how inhuman they truly are. Is that a tail? Did I just see horns? Hooves?
It isn't until I'm in the throes of labor does the first one reveal its true form. The first one comes quickly, breech, except instead of legs it's a fishy tail that shoots out with ease, followed by the torso and large head. It's a mermaid. The next comes slowly. It kicks against my cervix as its head begins to crown, taking forever to reach its fully width. My belly continues to cramp down hard on the others waiting to be born. I push as hard as I can to get the head out with a pop, followed by the wide shoulders and all seems well and normal until the baby stops sliding out. It kicks me and squirms in my pussy, forcing its way out by itself. With a scream and moan it's forced out with a huge push. It's long legs take a second to follow, but I see it's a baby minotaur. What else is in there?!
Tboy who is so so pregnant and uncomfortable and still so horny that he decides to bounce on his vibrating knotting dildo since you refused to fuck him. You shrug and leave him to it. When you return, he's sobbing layed out on his back and trying to reach around his leaky tits and massive belly. The flared base of the dildo bobbing in his cunt as he tries to push it out, his pussy lips going white stretched around the full sized knot. You grab the remote where it has fallen off the bed and he looks at you with beautiful watery eyes full of hope. You smile at him reassuringly and turn the knotting dial higher and the vibration to max. The horror on his face is the loveliest thing you've ever seen. He shrieks and thrashes, clutching his belly and flailing his legs, trying to get away from the dildo speared into his pussy, even as it sinks deeper into his cunt against the best efforts of his pushing. The knot grows until it is a visible vibrating bump under his writhing baby bump. He's begging you to stop, to let up. He tries to hold his belly in place to stop the baby from thrashing and turning inside him, crying the dildo is too deep, that its plugging up his womb, that he can't give birth, that his pussy hurts even as he squirts around the dildo. He argues between gasping sobs that he isn't cumming, that that's his water breaking and that the baby wants out of his womb, that he needs to give birth. He can see refusal on your face. And with truly monumental effort, he gets to his feet, his topedo belly reddened from the baby jostling his womb at full term, his tits leaking and full of milk. Awkward waddling becomes a desperate lunge to grab the remote out of your hands. Amidst the struggle the dials get turned even higher and he collapses in a shuddering heap as another involuntary orgasm wracks his laboring pregnant body, and cum and amniotic fluid dribble from his cunt like a leaky faucet.
and of course i fuck his ass while he fails to push from how plugged up he still is. he was just begging for it an hour ago, and now he's getting what he wants. i don't care what he says now, it's happening whether he likes it or not <3
Human who gets knocked up my a centaur. They didn't even think it was possible but now they're basically growing a foal in their womb. Early on they hoped that being only half centaur the baby would be more human shaped but they quickly lose that hope as their belly grows at an alarming rate and they start to feel powerful kicks and see the outline of hooves pressing out from inside their stomach.
They find out to their horror that centaur pregnancies typically last 11 months and the head and torso of newborns tend to be around the size of human toddlers. By six months they look full term and they're starting to panic. There's no way they're going to be able to give birth to this thing! By nine months they can barely stand. Their huge belly hangs off their frame grotesquely. The baby's powerful kicks threaten to throw them completely off balance.
They go into labor at ten and a half months. At that point they can't stand and can barely sit up, trapped under their huge belly. The labor takes days, their body struggling to stretch open far enough for the giant baby. They can do nothing but cry and writhe through each contraction, unable to even roll over to try to ease the pressure. Finally they feel the undeniable urge to push. Several pushes yield no result, then finally they feel their opening begin to stretch around something hard. It burns and feels, wrong somehow. It doesn't feel like a head. Another agonizing push and they realize what it is. Hooves, of course the baby is coming feet first, like a horse. The hooves stretch them open unevenly, catching on their canal as they slide free. Another push and they suddenly feel something massive press against their hole. The head, It's coming at the same time as the legs. They push desperately and feel it begin to stretch their already filled opening. The head it huge and would be a struggle even if it wasn't trying to push through at the same time as the legs.
After and hour of agonizing pushing only a small bit of it is visible. They're so tired. Their hole burns already stretched taught before the head's even begun to crown. They lose track of time pushing until finally, with a desperate heave they bring the head to full crown. They shriek as their hole is stretched ridiculously far. They quiver and pant, lost in the horrible burning pain but too tired to push it farther. Finally with another shove the head pops free. They barely get any respite from the stretch though. The baby's shoulders bulge against their hole along with the knees of their horse legs. Together they're almost as wide as the head. They cry with exhaustion as they push them out only to be met with the real widest part of the baby, the junction between their human and horse body. It's essentially a second pair of shoulders, much wider then the first. They sob as it presses against their hole. They're so tired. It takes nearly another hour for them to reach to widest point and they stall there, quivering in pain, moaning through contractions as their body tries to get this thing out. They summon every remaining ounce of their strength and push, screaming as the shoulders finally burst out of them. One more weak push and the rest of the body slides out. They slump, exhausted and stare in disbelief at the thing that just came out of them.
The human half looks like a one year old. Already they're lifting their head in way that seems completely wrong for a newborn. The horse half is smaller than an average newborn foal but not by that much. They cant believe that thing came out of them.
Man makes a wish to a genie to have a beautiful wife and a big family. The genie grants the wish—man’s beautiful wife is constantly impregnating her husband.
Response to request #414.13.
Author: Expandolicious
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Once upon a time, there was a man who wished for a pretty wife with whom he could raise children.
The man longed to be a father and a husband, but he had no money or resources to make this happen. He prayed that one day his wishes would come true. One night as he slept, a genie appeared before him and granted his wish.
“I will give you everything your heart desires,” said the genie.
“My greatest desire is for a beautiful wife who loves me deeply and wants only to be my companion forever. We must also have many children so that I may fill my home with joy.”
“You shall have all of these things,” the genie responded.
The whole royal family has been murdered, but the hope is not lost. It turns out that the prince's (or king's) servant-lover carries his child and so he is chosen to rule as regent until his child is mature enough to rule. What happens next is up to the author, but I want that baby heir to the throne to get pregnant by the same murderers later on in life.
Hi friends! This is my first time posting on this blog, but long time reader. I've had this one as a WIP for some time now and finally finished it. However, it is not beta read, we die like the entire royal family (almost) so keep that in mind as you read. Or don't I can't tell you what to do. Anyways, I had to split it into at least two parts, possibly more, because there was just too much content to put into one. That said, please enjoy and hopefully it won't take me as long to finish the second part. (But I promise nothing, because life be like that sometimes.)
The Heir: Part I
You nearly fainted when you heard the news. The entire royal family had been murdered in the dead of night.
Every single person except the one in your womb. The product of your secret and passionate lovemaking with the prince. You now carried the only remaining member of the royal family and it would be several months before they entered the world.
You were barely showing, but a small bump could be seen beneath your tunic if one was looking for it. Hiding it would soon become an impossibility. Then you would have to make the decision of weather or not to tell the truth of the child's heritage.
Your hand rested on your bump as tears streamed down your face. Heart aching from the loss of your prince. Your love. You may have only been his man servant, but he never treated you as such. The love and passion between you both was real. The prince had expressed many times the desire to marry you and to bed you (though he'd already done the latter several times already; he wanted to do it as your husband.) If you could run away together that would've been wonderful, but too many responsibilities rested on the prince's shoulders.
You remembered telling the prince you were with child and that he was the father. You'd feared he would be angry or tell you to leave and not return until the child was born, but your trepidations were put to rest when a look of elation spread across his face and he embraced you, spinning around with you in his arms.
You both had planned to come forward and tell the Queens. The two of you wanted to wait until your pregnancy was further along though so that there would be no question. But that time never came. The prince and the royal family had been taken from you . Now, they would never know. The prince would never get to meet their child. The Queens would never become grandparents. And you were certain that you would never love again.
Weeks passed. The kingdom mourned the loss of the royals and with the void of rulers the few advisors left were either scrambling for power or trying to find a replacement for the throne. You wondered if your position as a servant to the royal family would no longer hold up and you would have to find a new home, but seemingly in the chaos no one seemed to pay you any mind. The child in your womb steadily grew and soon enough you could no longer hide the swell of your middle. You began to feel the occasional flutter of movement within you. It was an odd yet wonderful sensation. The lower part of your belly had become quite firm and gently rubbing it soothed you in more ways than one.
You recently caught wind of pregnant women and men all over the kingdom were filing in to lay claim that they carried the unborn heir to the throne. It got bad enough that the council asked the high mage to verify the claims. So far, no one was found to be telling the truth and were merely trying their hand at becoming royalty. You decided to come forward with the truth, not because you wanted the throne, but because you wanted the child in your womb, the heir of your prince, to grow up in its rightful place.
"Yes? What do you want," The councilman said to you upon walking into the main hall and asking for audience. This particular councilman was a grisly man who looked far older than his true age, a beard of more salt than pepper, a tunic of yellow and grey, and a brow that seemed to be eternally stuck in a scowl. He was also the council member acting as regent until a new ruler was found, a role that he seemed far to content to fill. This was someone you very rarely wanted to cross paths with, but given the circumstances, you had no other choice.
One of your hands rested on your growing bump subconsciously. It had become a comforting thing to do in moments of anxiousness.
You took a shaky breath. "I am...*was*the chamber servant of the late prince. I am come to say that I carry his heir in my womb."
A number of scoffs echoed off the walls and several eyes rolled. "Another one, I see. Boy, do you know how many people we've had just today coming in here and saying that?" His voice had an unpleasant gruffness to it.
"I understand, but--"
"Is it position you want? Coin? Then you are out of fortune and you will have to wait just like everyone el--" The councilman paused as someone leaned over and whispered in his ear. You recognized them as a fellow chamber servant. You had both been in the castle for a handful of years. Whatever information was being relayed caused for confusion and mild shock to cross the councilman's face. A few moments of deafening silence passed as you waited for a further reply. Then he finally spoke.
"I have been informed that while you and the prince were able to hide it well enough from the nobles of the court, it was a less well-kept secret amongst the servants of this castle, your relations with the prince." He said with a hint of displeasure. The councilman stroked his chin in thought. "I suppose that however unlikely it is that you do carry the heir to the throne, there is no harm in verifying this claim."
He motioned to the high mage who stepped forward. He was a tall man in long robes of grey and blue. He had a much kinder face than that of the councilman, younger too. If you had to guess he couldn't be more than four or five years your senior. His hair was dark, like the oak of the wardrobe in the prince's chambers, and his jawline had the hints of a beard the same color.
"This way, if you would." The mage gestured to a door off to the side. You went into the room and heard the door close behind you. The mage and the councilman had followed you en suite. You looked around, taking in the room. It was not a large room. It contained only a chair in one corner and a thin table against the wall on the left. There were a number of phials and various jars organized in no discernable manner on its surface. You suspected that the room had been turned into a temporary place to test the claims to the throne. The afternoon sun shone through the angular window in the wall directly across from the door.
"Let us get on with this." The councilman sighed in exasperation as he sat in the lone chair. "Remove your tunic." He said, waving a hand.
Confusion and concern creep onto your face. "What?" You breath.
"Did I stutter, boy? Remove your tunic."
"I--what ever for?" Your hand protectively found your belly once more.
The mage stepped forward with a sympathetic expression. "In order to accurately determine whether or not the child you carry is the prince's I need to be able to touch your belly directly. Unfortunately it will not work through clothing. Only your tunic need be removed though."
You let out a breath of relief and give a nod of comprehension. After doffing your tunic you are left in only your trousers, belly full on display. You made the mistake of making eye contact with the councilman who seemed to be staring at your obvious bump and giving a look of disgust.
"If I may?" The mage was hovering a hand over your rounded stomach. You nodded your consent and he pressed his hand against your swollen bump, gently rubbing as if to find a good spot. His hand paused low on your belly; lower than you were expecting to. The sensation felt so wonderful you had to keep yourself from letting out a small whine. It was the first time anyone else had touched your stomach since the prince died and you'd forgotten how much you loved the feeling.
"I apologize if my hands are cold. " Apparently, you hadn't done as good of a job at staying quiet as you thought. You felt your face get hot.
"It's alright." His hands were quite warm, in fact, but you weren't about to tell him that wasn't why you made the sound.
You happened to look over to the mage's other hand which was lightly fisted. From the edges you could see the tiny wisps of hair poking out. It was the same auburn color as the prince's.
You saw a pulse of magic radiate from the mage's hand and permeate your belly. It felt somewhat strange, but not unpleasant; merely odd. Nothing appeared to happen for a few seconds until the hair grasped in the mage's hand began to emit a soft, glowing light.
He locked eyes with you, giving you a comforting grin. That was when you noticed he had the most vibrant sapphire eyes. The mage looked over to the councilman, almost with satisfaction. "He speaks truth. The child is the prince's heir."
It may have been the lighting or perhaps your imagination, but the councilman seemed to sneer at the revelation. "Well then, I shall relay this to the rest of the council members and we shall decide what course of action to take. Until then, keep this information to yourselves. We wouldn't want anyone coming after you as well, now would we?" And with that not-so-subtle-threatening-tone he stood and exited the room, leaving you alone with the mage - who still had his hand on your belly, practically cradling it fondly - and your wild thoughts that contemplated the councilman's meaning.
"So....should I return to my chambers?"
"Right, sorry" The mage seemed to realize where his hand still was and pulled away. You couldn't help but miss the sensation of someone lightly caressing your swollen bump. "That would likely be wisest idea for the time being. Do you....I could escort you if you'd like?"
You offered a gentle grin to match his. "Thank you, but there's no need. I know the way. It may not be a secret to anyone in the castle that I am with child, but as far as anyone else is concerned they all think it was from one night at the tavern." You rub your belly in fond amusement.
"Of course," He sounded disappointed as he handed you back your tunic. "Should you need anything though do not feel that I would be burdened to help you. Anything, truly."
Something was hinted in the mage's tone, though you couldn't quite discern what. You could tell it was kindly meant regardless. "Thank you, I shall remember that."
"My liege, are you alright?" The mage asked.
You rubbed your large, swollen belly as a wave of discomfort passed through. "I'm fine, thank you."
Months had gone by since you came forth and shared that you were pregnant with the heir to the throne and two days after that you were named regent until the time came where your child was old enough to rule. In that same passage of time you only continued to grow. You had been quite surprised with how quickly and how much your belly swelled in the most recent weeks. You could feel every kick and movement of the babe within your womb. They were quite an active one, though you more often than not enjoyed the feeling. Your time would soon be upon you to give birth and though you couldn't be certain to the exact day or time, you suspected you had less than a month left. Wrapping your head around the fact that your belly would only continue to become larger and more rounded until that time came was daunting and somewhat difficult, yet there was also excitement at the thought. You imagined being even heavier with child, your middle swelling more and more, pushing out further and making it so you had to spread your legs when you sat.
The notion made the discomfort melt away and in all honesty made you want to be filled all over again.
"I think I need to retire to my chambers. Please, be my escort." One of your hands supported your lower belly as you stood from your chair, robes cascading down to the floor. At this stage of your pregnancy none of your trousers fit nor were they comfortable to wear and so you opted for something more freeing. not to mention it made it much easier for you to sate your needs when the urge arose.
"Of course, my liege."
As you walked you could feel gravity pulling at your heavy abdomen. Your back often hurt from the weight of your stomach and little did to alleviate that soreness. You made it to the door and the mage opened it and you made a beeline for the bed. Since becoming regent you were moved to the royal bedchambers. Compared to your previous cot of a bed - save for the nights spent with the prince - this one was incredible, especially in the latter months of your pregnancy. The framing alone was intricate and tall, made entirely of a dark colored wood, with strong pillars at each corner and a canopy over the top. The bedding was fluffy and soft with a rich purple and red design.
You managed to kick off your boots, using one hand to balance yourself against a pillar and the other supporting the firm underside of your large abdomen.
"Would you like me to massage you, sire?" You nodded in almost desperate affirmation and doffed your robes, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments. There was a cushioned chest at the foot of the bed that you knelt on and rested your arms on the bed, letting your heavy belly hang down. You felt the skilled hands of the mage deftly begin their work of massaging your lower back, making your muscles relax and offering momentary relief.
This was something the mage had offered a few months prior when you first were experiencing discomfort. You were uncertain initially, but he proved to be quite adept at massaging and in addition to his magic, it felt heavenly. Since then it had become something of a routine between the two of you. Both of you had developed a somewhat close relationship since your first interaction. And while you still mourned the loss of your prince, it was incredibly wonderful to have someone at your side during this time. It was as if the gods had sent someone in the prince's stead to be your tether and fulfill certain needs.
The mage moved their hands up and down your back and around your sides, each time he seemed to go closer to your gravid belly. You could feel his magic pulsating outwards into your body. The instant his fingers brushed against your stomach a shiver of excitement coursed through you. His hands went further and massaged the sides of your swollen middle. You let out a small whine.
"I'm sorry, am I pressing too hard?" The mage asked.
"No, please don't stop." You said a little too quickly. He obeyed your command and resumed his ministrations. You couldn't help but rub a hand over your mound that nearly touched the bed beneath you.
During the entire time knowing the mage, you had felt a connection between you and him. Truthfully the only reason you had not asked him to bed you was out of respect and guilt for your deceased prince. You knew that you would never truly move on. However, you also knew at that moment you wanted something that could only be satiated by another being. You wanted to be filled.
Your hand rubbed the massive expanse of your rounded stomach, your hips rocked forward slightly and moan escaped your lips.
"Are you well, my liege?"
"I want you inside me." You whined breathily.
".....Sorry?"
"I need you inside me." You said with more desperation.
There was a long pause and you worried that he'd been scared away, but then you felt his hands snake around your sides and palm the heavy underside of your still growing belly. You felt his body press against yours and him lean down to whisper in your ear. "I thought you'd never ask."
That alone nearly made you cum.
His hands roamed over the swell of your tummy, eliciting a series of moans from you. His hips grinded against your ass, teasing your already wet hole. Then he tugged slightly at the hem of your undergarments.
"May I?" He asked.
"Yes."
With that they were shimmied down to your knees, leaving your hole open and vulnerable. The mage pressed back up against you and you felt his bare cock brush against your hole.
He whispered in a sultry voice. "You want me inside you, my liege?"
You whimpered. "Yes."
He thrust his cock inside of you, your vision went white with ecstasy, and you came all over the bed. One of his hands held your hips flush against his and the other kept rubbing your swollen belly, hardening your cock all over again. His cock moved in and out of your pulsing, wet hole. He pounded so deep inside of you, reaching your cervix and sending a crashing wave of ecstasy washing over your entire being. Breathless moans could be heard from either one of you as you each grind in tandem, pushing him deeper and deeper inside. You felt his cock get even bigger inside your tight hole and suddenly his hips stuttered and you felt his spend flood your womb, filling your swollen belly even more as another orgasm made you quiver with breathless pleasure.
The two of you went for countless more rounds, each time somehow better than the last. You were quite amazed with how much cum the mage had pumped inside of you. It was so much that each time your belly swelled even more, pushing it out further. You couldn't help but rub your swollen mound, savoring the feeling of being so full.
After you both felt satisfied you and the mage lay cuddled underneath the sheets of your bed with a stitch of clothing nowhere to be found. The mage was softly rubbing your belly as you contentedly rested next to him.
You observed him for a time before finally speaking. "How long have you wanted to bed me?"
The mage turned bright red and avoided eye contact. It was rather endearing. "If I'm being honest..quite awhile. Forgive me for being imprudent."
You chuckled quietly. "It isn't imprudent. At least not to me. In truth I've wanted the same for some time now too."
"...You have?"
"I have. The only thing that stopped me before was feeling like it was a betrayal to the late prince." You said solemnly. "But in the very realness of the situation, he is gone and I am here, heavily pregnant with his child, now the regent of a kingdom and I--I cannot do any of this alone."
The mage continued to rub your belly with a fondness. He locked eyes with you. "If you will allow me to remain by your side, you will not have to."
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. All you could do was nod in eager gratitude and simper with joy. The mage leaned leaned closer. His hand left your belly and he brought it to hover next your face and paused, as if unsure whether or not to go further. Then he cupped your face ever so gently.
"May...may I kiss you?"
You smiled and nodded again. He kissed you tentatively at first, as if he were afraid to overwhelm you, but you melted anyways and it quickly turned into a kiss of passion.
It was in the middle of a court gathering that your waters broke.
You'd been feeling poorly for most of the morning, rubbing your massive belly to soothe the occasional discomfort and tightening sensation. For several hours you would feel your stomach squeeze slightly, but it wasn't enough to make you think you were going into labor. You still weren't due for another week, you thought. Or had you miss-counted and you were supposed to give birth a week ago? At this point you couldn't keep the days straight. All of them blurred together between all of your duties as regent, preparing for the coming heir, and taking every free moment you could spare to spend with the mage; often times those moments leading to wonderful ecstasy.
Your belly had dropped quite a bit about a fortnight prior and you couldn't help but keep your hand low on your swell as you walked the halls. While you greatly looked forward to holding your child and being able to sleep comfortably again, you were also loathe to feel empty and for your belly to no longer be swollen. Just the mere reminder of how big and heavy you were at that moment made you somewhat aroused, but sadly you dismissed the urges as best you could as you were still meant to be listening to your advisors reports.
You sat on the throne, to anyone likely appearing magnificent, radiant, and almost ethereal, but also heavily pregnant with your belly spilling into your lap. You'd only grown more with each passing day. Just when you thought you couldn't anymore, your belly seemed to mock you and swell even further.
Your mage stood just to your right. It gave you a comfort that he was close by both as your closest advisor and now your lover. One of the court members one droning on about something or another when a great tightening of your belly made you wince and let out a small groan as you rubbed the area. Then you felt your drawers become damp with warm fluid and panic flooded your mind.
The mage was at your side in an instant. "My liege?"
"I--I think my waters have broken." Your voice quivered.
Truthfully you don't remember the next few minutes. Only a cacophony of voices and people rushing to your aid. Arms supporting you as you stood from your chair, one of your hands holding your gravid belly and the other gripping onto your mage's hand like a lifeline. The journey to your bedchambers seemed eternal and each successive contraction only worsened the situation. Just as you are crossing the threshold of your room your belly tightens. The air leaves your chest and you do your best to breath through it, massaging your swollen middle. You can feel your baby dropping lower into your pelvis by the minute. It wouldn't be long before the need to push would become overwhelming.
At last you make it to your bed with the mage trailing close behind you. For some reason standing felt better than sitting had, so you grab hold of the bedframe, swaying your hips back and forth. This briefly soothes your discomfort, but only until another contraction ripples across your stomach. You groan in pain, and yet, the feeling of the baby being so low in your pelvis is exhilarating, making you ever so slightly more wet. A moment of clarity reminded you that you needed to remove your undergarments, only to realize that either you or the mage had removed them after arriving in your bedchamber.
Your abdomen tightened again, permeating you with pain. You rubbed your swollen belly in the hopes that it would alleviate some of the pain, breathing through it as best you can. At some point the royal physician examined you between contractions and said that while you have begun the birthing process, your body is not yet ready to push out the babe. You have to wait.
And so you wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Hours pass of near agonizing contractions. The mage's comforting presence and caresses to your belly were all that kept you sane.
You aren't sure exactly how long has passed but it feels like an eternity of enduring contractions, however they are getting closer together. Soon enough, you feel an undeniable urge.
"I--I need to push!" You moaned. For some reason half sitting half squatting at the foot of the bed is what felt right to you. The mage sat behind you, supporting your upper body. The midwife and physician were positioned beneath you, ready to catch the babe once it was released from the folds of your entrance. You screamed as another contraction ripples across your taught abdomen and you bore down with it, pushing as hard as you can. You felt your entrance widening impossibly as the head came through. With the next contraction and push, the doctor told you the head is out and moments later you felt the rest of the baby slide out of your stretched hole, followed by a shrill wail.
"It's a healthy boy!" Said the physician. You hardly noticed your pain once your and the late prince' baby was placed on your chest. You couldn't help but sob in happiness as you looked at your child. Your only wish at that moment was that the prince could have met his son.
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