Noah

 

“Maybe you should rest, Noah,” Lucas said, looking at me worriedly.

More specifically, he was looking at my giant belly. I felt my temper rise and quickly squashed it, pasting on a pleasant smile.

“You’re probably right, Luca, I’ll see you two in a few hours. Have fun, sweetheart,” I added to Gabriel, pecking him on the lips before he and Lucas went cheerfully to the tennis courts to play a match.

I watched them enviously as they strode off with ease. They didn’t have several pounds of growing human in their bellies, I thought grumpily. They didn’t pee every time the baby moved a little, or have to plan getting up from a chair like it was a military operation.

“This sucks,” I told the baby, who couldn’t hear me, but if he could would probably be sympathetic. “It must be nice, just having to sleep in a sack of water and not having to do anything,” I sighed mournfully.

With a great deal of huffing and puffing, I made it to the settee by the window. Over the last few weeks, I’d spent hours napping in a patch of warm sun. That made me sound like a cat, I’ll admit. But it was all I had the energy to really do anymore. Growing a human took up a lot of my time and energy.

And the baby would sometimes press on different organs of mine accidentally, making me incredibly uncomfortable and this was usually at night so I couldn’t sleep.

Gabriel, on the other hand, would be sleeping like a metaphorical baby through the night and wake up in the morning fresh as a daisy, confused at my grumpiness.

“You should have woken me up!” he’d say sympathetically when I snapped that I’d been awake all night. That made me feel like a jerk, and I usually dropped the subject.

People began treating me like a fragile, rare object and bossily told me what I could and couldn’t do, which really got my hackles up. Gabriel usually told them to mind their own business, thankfully, but it still annoyed the hell out of me that they felt entitled to tell me what to do.

“It’s because pregnant omegas are communal property and everyone’s business,” Gabriel’s Mama said unexpectedly when she came within earshot of one of my rants. “Have they started to touch your belly without permission yet?”

“Oh my god, all the time!” I exclaimed, and unconsciously began grinding my teeth with frustration.

I was like a lucky object, or some kind of communal property, as Gabriel’s Mama said. Random people in the palace who’d kept their eyes respectfully downcast before came up to me and stroked my belly admiringly and talked to each other about what they thought the baby looked like.

Maybe those things wouldn’t have been as annoying, though, if they’d treated me as a person. Instead, I was completely ignored in favor of the baby, which wasn’t even born! You couldn’t even see it! Surely it wasn’t that fascinating?

Anyway, being treated like a baby incubator was kind of depressing but it wasn’t something I could bring up with Gabriel without having him be outraged and going on a firing spree of all the palace staff which I definitely didn’t want.

So I had to keep my increasingly irritated silence.

Worst of all was my condition didn’t make it easy to attend all the events that being a Merovian royal entailed, so Gabriel heroically did all the press without me. While that was unpleasant for him, it made me even more miserable since I had almost no time with Gabriel to myself, and I was horny as hell.

My fingers only went so far, and they weren’t nearly as satisfying as Gabriel’s fat, thick cock spearing me and giving me what I needed.

Between my lack of sleep, other people’s lack of boundaries and Gabriel and my lack of sex, I was definitely an omega on the verge.

I woke up from my pleasant nap with a start, having hear the door to the parlor open with a snap.

“Oh, sorry sweetheart, we should have known you were sleeping,” Gabriel said, placing a repentant kiss on my cheek,

“That’s all right, I’m glad you’re here,” I said, smiling. “Lucas, I’d like you to leave the room now.”

“Uh…okay,” Lucas said, eyes darting between the two of us. “No need to tell me twice,” he said, and fled.

“Everything all right?” Gabriel asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Everything’s absolutely fine,” I said. I grabbed him by the belt loops and pulled him forward until our bodies were brushing. “Except that it’s been days since we had sex, which is an absolute crime.”

“Isn’t it appalling?” Gabriel said, looking at me appreciatively. “And you know I’d love nothing more than to fuck you into the floor, Noah, but aren’t you a little too—“

“What?” I said, disappointment curling in my stomach.

“Well, aren’t you too pregnant to do this right now?” Gabriel asked hesitantly.

My temper flared, and I pushed him away roughly. “All right then, leave the stupid pregnant omega by himself and go do whatever you need to do!” I said bitterly. “I’m too fat to walk, too pregnant to sleep and too repulsive to have sex too, apparently! Glad we cleared that up!”

To my shame, I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes and brushed them away impatiently.

Gabriel sank down to his knees, putting his hands on my thighs and peering into my face worriedly.

“Noah,” he said gently, “Look at me. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” I said indistinctly. “I just feel really fat and ugly and useless right now. It’s probably hormones as well.”

“It has to be the hormones,” Gabriel said fiercely, “Because if I ever heard anyone saying you were fat and ugly and useless I would fight the hell out of them. You’re none of those things! Do you understand that? You’re beautiful and strong and wonderful and I couldn’t live a day without you.”

“That’s a really nice thing to say,” I said, burying my face in his shoulder and letting my tears soak his shirt.

“It’s not just a nice thing to say, it’s the truth!” Gabriel said, sounding exasperated. “And the truth is, I’ve been horny as hell for days, all right? All I can think about is your body—I love what having a baby is doing to your body, have I said that recently?”

“You have, but I’ve never believed you.”

“Well you should, because I’m a connoisseur when it comes to the male form, and I know what I’m talking about. Your tits,” he said, giving mine a greedy squeeze that made me squeak with surprise, “I’ve been having some dirty thoughts about those tits. I want to lick them and bite them until your moaning my name and then I want to drink your milk—“

“God, Gabriel!” I said, shocked.

“And then, when your tits are nice and red and sore,” he said, ignoring me, “I’m going to come on them and feed you every bit of my come after.”

“That…sounds nice,” I said faintly. All the blood was rushing into my cock from his words. “But are you ever going to put your dick where your mouth is?”

He laughed, and gently pulled me to the carpeted floor.

“Wasn’t sure if the settee would hold up,” he admitted.

He leaned forward and captured my mouth in a kiss. I responded eagerly as his hand rucked my shirt up and we broke off just to shove my shirt hastily over my head and throw it to the side. I wiggled out of my drawstring pants, my hole already dripping as Gabriel put his hands on my tits.

They felt hot like a brand on my sensitive nipples, and I groaned involuntarily as he brushed a nipple accidentally with one calloused finger.

“Ah, sensitive,” Gabriel hissed delightedly, flicking my nipple again and again until it was pebbled and sore under his touch.

“Gabriel,” I half-snarled, half-sobbed,”Quit messing around! Just fuck me already!”

“If you insist,” Gabriel said, looking slightly disappointed. I was sure he would have liked to slowly take me apart with his fingers and his mouth until I was a sobbing mess under his touch, but quite frankly I didn’t have the patience for that today.

 Gabriel understood. He fingered me open, messily, roughly, just like how I wanted. I gasped from sheer relief and let me legs fall wide open, making it easier for him. He was sucking the head of my cock at the same time, making me buck my hips helplessly. He pulled off with a wet pop to tease me, and dragged his pants down hurriedly.

I could see his pupils were dilated, his teeth were bared, instincts aroused from my thick omega scent that was flooding him too much to even think straight. I loved that I had that effect on him.

He saw me smirk and in a flash had his mouth on my tits, his sweet revenge. I gasped and sobbed as he sucked hard and slow, rubbing his lips against my nipples and kneading my full tits with his hands. I didn’t know it could feel like this, the pain and pleasure mingling until I was hard as rock and begging for release. I felt some liquid spurt out and Gabriel swallowed it down greedily.

“Gabriel,” I said weakly, unable to do anything but let him use me as he wished.

I couldn’t go onto my hands and knees in my hugely pregnant state, so we had to do a bit of maneuvering to make it work.

In the end Gabriel was cradling the backs of my thighs in his hands, almost lifting me up, caveman-style, as he slowly and painstakingly entered me as though he was trying to kill me with his sheer patience.

“Just get on with it!” I said, running my nails down his back challengingly. He did.

I bounced up and down like a toy, like he was just using me as a sex toy, and it sent shocks of pleasure into my cock whenever he hit my prostate. Maybe he saw that I was close to coming, because he stopped thrusting in so efficiently and instead rolled infuriating circles around my prostate with his dick.

“Fucking stop that!” I said, annoyed, and scratched the nape of his neck in the way that I knew made him shudder.

“Have I told you how much I like your ass?” Gabriel said, ignoring me and instead giving my ass a tight squeeze of appreciation. “So round and firm and a perfect fucking handful. It’s why I love to watch you walk away.”

“Hnng,” I said inarticulately as he thrust in so hard I saw stars. I felt him chuckle against my neck.

He took hold of my dick and started pumping up and down. I’d already made a puddle of precome, and his touch on my cock made my body feel electric, like I was on fire with arousal. Thank god for pregnancy hormones, I guess.

I came without warning and with a wordless cry, pushing my forehead into Gabriel’s neck, holding on to him for dear life. He patted me soothingly, held me through the aftershocks, and continued thrusting into me until he came too, hot and wet inside me.

We lay in silence for a moment, sated and happy, looking at the ceiling of the parlor with its painted enamel renaissance scenes. I tried to find shame or embarrassment but it just wasn’t there.

“We can’t fall asleep here,” I argued faintly, when Gabriel put his arm around me and showed every sign of wanting to cuddle and take a long post-coital nap. “They’ll find us like this!”

“Let them see,” Gabriel drawled, voice rich and low, and I surrendered.