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The Gojo Kingdom has crowned its new King and Queen.
Typically, this occurs after a fortnight of mourning the death of the previous king.
However, due to extenuating circumstances the tradition has been broken. A new king rises while the old king still breathes. As it stands, Satoru’s father is in great physical health though his mental state is up for question, leaving him unfit to rule. At least, that is the story that they have spread across the realm.
A feast is being held at the great hall which isn’t anything new as feasts are often held at the great hall but tonight is truly a special occasion.
Royalty from all over came to witness Satoru’s and Suguru’s coronation. In front of thousands, the newlyweds swore their oaths to their people and pledged their bodies and souls to the crown.
“Your body is still mine alone, dear wife,” Satoru murmurs as he peppers kisses on Suguru’s face. His breath smells strongly of plum wine. “Don’t you dare forget it.”
Face crimson and hot, Suguru offers a polite smile to the people who are watching them from the ballroom floors. He and his husband are seated on the elevated dais, overlooking the feast that has been going on for hours. Satoru is in a jubilant mood, meaning he’s good and drunk. For obvious reasons, Suguru must remain sober.
“Satoru, I believe you have had your fill,” Suguru says as he takes the cup from Satoru’s jeweled hands. They both are adorned in gold and rubies to assert their new statuses. “No more wine.”
“I am in the mood for something sweeter anyway.”
Suguru gasps when Satoru brushes his hand over his swollen belly and sneaks it between his thighs. His gown is in the way, but that only puts a momentary pause in Satoru’s actions. He tries to pull the gown up, find an opening to the ‘sweetness’ he desires. They are in public, and as common as it is for alpha and omega to copulate in public — usually outdoors — Suguru is bashful.
Swatting his husband's hand away, Suguru gives him a scolding look. “Behave yourself!”
Before Satoru can respond, one of their guests approaches the dais to congratulate them on their new roles. When the alpha, who is a nobleman from the south, compliments Suguru’s beauty, Suguru gratefully thanks him while Satoru remains silent.
Thinking nothing of it, Suguru excuses himself to go mingle with the crowd.
During the lessons the former queen gave him, she mentioned how hospitable it would be for him to interact with the guests instead of waiting for them all to approach him. He should also do so without Satoru present to show that he is more than capable of doing things on his own.
“How far along are you, Queen Suguru?” one of the wives of a nobleman who hails from the west asks.
“Two months,” Suguru says proudly.
If not for the shape of his gown he might’ve been able to hide his pregnancy. Not that he would want to. It’s just that whenever he wears his stable attire, his tunic is loose and hides his belly unlike the gown that is form-fitting. It’s a rich red with an open back and no sleeves due to the warm climate. His long hair is styled in a way that shows off his back as well as his claimed scent glands.
When Satoru saw him before they arrived at the feast, he tried to ravish him. It was quite entertaining. Hours were spent getting Suguru ready, however. He would not waste the servants’ hard work by allowing his insatiable husband to have him before they even made it to the feast.
“You still have time then,” the wife says.
Suguru raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Time for?” Despite her heavy face paint and lip stain, he can tell that she is older than she portrays herself.
Older omegas are said to use tonics and make up to remain appealing to alphas who prefer younger mates.
“Your husband will love you until you are too big to carry. It happens all of the time. Then when the doctor forbids him from mounting you for the pup’s well being, he will find another warm body to sate his needs.”
“You are out of line,” Suguru says, keeping his voice down. He touches his stomach instinctively, refusing to allow her words to hurt him. “You don't know me or my husband.”
The woman bows her head as a way to show remorse. “Forgive me, your grace. It is just that, your husband is known for his gluttonous appetite and alphas are known to—”
Suguru has heard more than enough. “Thank you for your concern but it is not needed.” He tips his head. “Enjoy the rest of the feast.”
As he’s walking away from her, he feels several eyes on him. Alphas are leering at him, making his skin crawl while there are omegas looking at him strangely as if he is hideous or deformed. Perhaps the woman’s words did mess with his head and he’s perceiving things differently than what they are.
In need of fresh air, he steps out onto one of the balconies. So much for mingling, he thinks as he stares out at the kingdom he now rules alongside the love of his life.
Satoru is overjoyed about the pregnancy. He has already begun constructing a nursery by himself. Well, Alexi and Nanami have lended him a hand from time to time. But he hasn’t passed the task off to a servant. He has been balancing his many duties and taking time to pamper Suguru.
People often make assumptions about their union.
It is common for outsiders to pass judgment on things they are not privy to. And Satoru may be loved by his people but stories of his hedonistic phase are still being discussed. Just a week ago, Suguru overheard servants discussing Satoru’s bedroom prowess.
One of his ex lovers from his old court is telling stories at bathhouses about how she made Satoru reach his pleasure after months of him being unable to. She also speaks of how well-endowed he is and how no man has ever pleased her quite like Satoru had.
Suguru confronted Satoru about what the woman was saying because he wanted to know if it were true regardless of whether it was in the past or not. He was simply curious.
“I reached my pleasure because of your scent,” Satoru said to Suguru as he kissed him that night. “It has always been you…”
They made love shortly after that, and Suguru put the rumors behind him. He trusts Satoru without a doubt. He just wishes people would stop discussing his husband. Although he is aware that people will always discuss Satoru, that they will discuss them both. It is something to get used to.
“Queen Suguru, there you are.”
Looking over his shoulder, Suguru sees an alpha. “Oh, Prince Kenjaku, I believe?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
Prince Kenjaku hails from a region that many do not travel to and from due its distance. The region is known for its sapphire mines, and some people say that the entire kingdom openly practices dark magic.
“May I say that you look exquisite?” Prince Kenjaku says, taking a step closer. His eyes are reminiscent of a snake’s and his shoulder length hair is as dark as ravens’ wings.
Suguru turns around to fully face the alpha. “Thank you.” He keeps it at that. “Was your journey here pleasant?”
“Thoughts of seeing your beauty in person made the journey pleasant.” Prince Kenjaku appraises Suguru, his gaze lecherous. “I am not disappointed.” He takes another step forward.
Smiling, Suguru steps to the side to make sure he doesn’t step too close to the balcony in his attempt to keep distance between them. He is not fond of the way Prince Kenjaku is staring at him though it is a look that he is familiar with.
Alphas have become more interested in him than usual. Pregnant omegas, regardless of if they are mated or not, are known to entice people.
Suguru assumed people would contain themselves out of fear of his husband’s jealousy but Prince Kenjaku is very bold. Either that, or very foolish.
“I thank you for your flattering words, but I must return to the feast.” Suguru makes a move to leave.
As he’s walking past Prince Kenjaku, he grabs his wrist to keep him there. “How long before your breasts develop?”
Suguru slaps him before he can stop himself. “Do not insult me again with your intrusive questions!” He hurriedly leaves the balcony, his hand stinging.
When he returns to the great hall, some people who are standing by the balcony doors stare at him but he ignores them. He has had enough of mingling for tonight. If it were up to him, Haibara would have attended so that he could at least have his friend here.
People are less inclined to act unruly when others are present.
“What has upset you?” Satoru asks when Suguru returns to the dais. He pulls his chair closer to his chair so that their thighs are touching.
Suguru has noticed that since the start of his pregnancy he has become very sensitive and needy; a behavior that he finds unbecoming of him. He hugs Satoru, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.
“This entire affair is rather taxing,” he says.
Satoru rubs his back with one hand while the other rubs his belly. “I agree. Watching alphas drool over my wife all night has made me murderous.” His voice is deep and low, oozing with possessiveness. “Must I remind them all that you are mine?”
The hand on his belly moves up his body, quickly wrapping around his neck with the sweetest of embraces as Satoru kisses him. Instead of being bashful or upset that his husband is doing this in front of others, Suguru moans into the kiss and curls his fingers in Satoru’s silky hair.
People are watching them, naturally. But let them watch, Suguru decides. This is his alpha, the husband he chose.
Satoru kisses hotly down the column of Suguru’s neck as he slowly lifts his gown. Feeling a breeze on his legs, Suguru touches Satoru’s hand to make him stop.
“Shall we retire then?” Suguru asks coyly.
Drunk or not, Satoru’s motor skills are still exceptional. He stands up first and informs his advisors that he and "the queen" will be retiring for the evening. Then he helps Suguru rise to his feet and they exit the great hall together, ignoring their many onlookers.
It is easy to ignore the rest of the world with Satoru at his side.
Out in the lantern-lit corridors, Satoru presses Suguru against the stone wall, groping and kissing him, wasting no time. His breath is hot, the scent of plum wine stronger than it was earlier. He probably had another cup when Suguru was off mingling.
“I can’t wait to rip this gown off of you,” Satoru says, his words tinged with a growl. He grabs Suguru’s ass, two handfuls, squeezing it as he rubs his hardness against his lower stomach. “Do you have any idea how mad you make me, Suguru?”
Suguru feels drunk. He loves how much Satoru loves and desires him. “Take me to our chamber and show me.” He challenges.
When Satoru hurriedly lifts him up, holding him securely in his arms, Suguru laughs. His husband is very strong so he doesn’t worry about being too heavy. Although he doubts Satoru will be able to lift him like this further down the line of his pregnancy. But he can’t worry about that now.
Soon, they’re inside of their chamber. It’s three sizes bigger than the chamber Satoru once lived in.
Sometimes it feels excessive but this is the wealthiest kingdom in all the realm so it’s expected.
Satoru carefully places Suguru on his feet when they’re by the bed, returning to his passionate kissing and desperate groping. Already, Suguru is wet, soaking through his small clothes. And Satoru can smell it; he can smell his sweetness in the air. Satoru finds the clasp on Suguru’s dress with ease and starts to tug on it.
“Husband, do not ruin this gown,” Suguru scolds. “Do it properly.” He turns around, offering his back to him.
“I can have you a dozen more gowns made,” Satoru says as he kisses Suguru’s back. But he starts to unclasp it patiently. “Anything you desire, I will give it to you…you need only ask.” He kisses his back again, this time placing it lower than the last one.
Sighing as the kisses continue to descend, Suguru shrugs out of his unclasped gown. He has to tug it down past his belly and allow it to pool around his ankles. Before he can step out of it, Satoru is kissing his backside, one cheek at a time, making him shiver.
“Can you bend over on the bed for me?”
Suguru gets on the bed and bends over. They have explored one another’s bodies a dozen or so times. He isn’t bashful about allowing his husband to see everything.
“Will you stare at my flower all night, Satoru, or will you kiss it?”
“I love how you still call it that. Too modest to say cunt?”
Yes.
“No,” Suguru says, putting a deeper arch in his back. He hears Satoru gasp sharply and it makes him smile. “I just like to leave the coarse language to you, King Satoru.”
Sober Satoru might have taken a moment to kiss Suguru first before having his fill. He might have spoken of how beautiful or how fragrant Suguru’s cunt was as he slowly licked him. Drunk Satoru, on the other hand, wastes no time. He goes right for Suguru’s pearl, sucking on it loudly, while gripping his thighs, digging his nails into the sensitive flesh.
Mewling, Suguru lowers his forehead to the bed. His eyes are shut tight and he’s slowly rolling his hips, rubbing his wetness on Satoru’s face. It used to give him pause when he would feel Satoru’s nose pressing between his folds but now he has grown fond of how messy of an eater his husband is.
The woman from earlier word’s sneaks inside of Suguru’s mind midway through and he feels smug to know how wrong she was. Satoru cannot grow bored of him. His husband is infatuated with him. Why else would he take such care in giving him pleasure this way?
Satoru doesn’t stop until Suguru is sobbing and pressing his thighs closed to appease his throbbing cunt. His pleasure reached its peak without him even realizing it, leaving him to experience the aftershock.
“Tired already?” Satoru taunts. He gets in the bed and rolls Suguru over on his back.
Dazedly, Suguru stares at Satoru’s smirking face. How is it that he’s the one dizzy and disoriented when he didn’t even have a drop of wine?
“Who’s tired?” Suguru asks despite how sluggish he is. “I could fight a bear.” It’s a Northern saying that means exactly what it says. “Do your worst, King Satoru.”
Taunting Satoru, as always, is fun yet dangerous.
Before Suguru can adjust his gaze, he’s rolled back over so that his chest is resting on the elder down and his ass is in the air. Satoru cups Suguru’s belly from behind with both hands as he rubs his cockhead up and down his wet slit. Even while drunk he is careful with Suguru’s stomach despite him not being that far along.
Sadly, male omegas do have difficult pregnancies and that is a concern of theirs.
“How does every time feel like the first time?” Satoru groans as he sinks his cock in deeper. “You’re still so damn tight…”
Suguru wonders the same thing. Every time Satoru enters him, it feels like their wedding night all over again. That euphoria, and that overwhelming fullness — it never gets old.
His husband has the stamina of an ox most days but that is tripled when he is drunk, making for a long night of mindnumbing sex. Satoru makes sure Suguru is satisfied at least three times before he finally releases inside of him. But he’s still hard and slowly thrusting.
“Satoru…” Suguru blinks tiredly. He’s on his side now with Satoru behind him, cupping his belly and fucking him deeply. “You are a glutton…”
“For you and you alone.”
Hearing that brings a smile to Suguru’s face. He falls asleep shortly after, happily allowing his body to be used for his husband’s needs.
“Why were you upset last night at the feast?” Satoru asks the next morning as he washes Suguru’s hair.
It shouldn’t surprise Suguru that Satoru remembers last night nor should he be surprised by the tone in his voice. He already appears to have his suspicions. Sometimes the man is too perceptive for his own good.
“Nothing worth revisiting,” Suguru says. Seriously, why would he want to discuss such an insignificant thing while his husband is giving him a bath and doting on him. “Will you join me, Satoru? I want to wash you, too.”
Satoru is dipping the ends of Suguru's hair into a basin of water and gently rubbing scented oil into the wet strands, starting with the bottom and going all the way up to his scalp. Although his husband denies it, Suguru thinks he asked one of the servants to teach him how to do this to ensure he did it correctly.
“You always wash me,” Satoru says. “And I bathed while you were still sleeping…”
This morning, Suguru was ill, which is expected with his pregnancy. As always, Satoru was there to help him to the washroom. He tried to shut Satoru out because he’s still shy about purging in front of him but Satoru didn’t allow him. He held his hair and rubbed his back the whole time, and even helped him rinse his mouth and freshen up.
A King should be out seeing to important matters, not spending all of his days pampering his wife. Suguru tried to tell Satoru that once and Satoru simply told him that, “I am seeing to important matters. My wife,” and he left it at that.
“Did someone insult you?” Satoru asks, not dropping the matter. “I will interrogate every guest who intended until I get an answer, Suguru.”
“Two people insulted me but I dealt with the matters myself.”
“Give me their names and titles.”
“Satoru.”
“No one insults my wife. You are the Queen as well. People must respect you as they respect me.”
There are more people who respect Suguru than there are people who look down on him. Weeks leading up to their coronation were spent with him getting to know the court officials as well as the working class people and even volunteering at camps for the poor. He spent a few days at some orphanages and he came up with the idea to give the leftover food from their feasts to those orphanages instead of throwing it out.
Satoru’s mother even told him how impressed he is with his philanthropy. But to Suguru it is just the common thing to do. He is in a position of power therefore he should use that power to help those in need.
That is how it was in his village.
“Satoru,” Suguru says, turning to look at him, “please allow me to deal with certain things on my own. I want people to know that I do not need to run and tell you every little thing.”
“Then tell me one thing. Were they subjects of this court or visitors?”
This man is relentless, Suguru thinks fondly. He sighs and tells Satoru that they were visitors.
Satoru leaves it at that.
After they break their fast, they help one another dress and then they head to their first meeting of the day. Typically, the queen would not attend any of these meetings but they are joint rulers. Suguru is tasked with ensuring foreign inhabitants of the kingdom are made welcome and their needs are met.
That means he coordinates with Alexi quite often though the man is now making arrangements to recover the Quai mountains for his people.
Suguru is assisting with that as well.
Later that day, after they have a lunch picnic with Haibara and Nanami, they have to sit down with the General of their forces. Suguru expects it to be another long meeting about rations and fortifying the palace’s gates but instead it is the kind of meeting that he has been dreading.
“Our allies in the Okkotsu Kingdom require our assistance." The General informs them. "A rebellion is brewing.”
The news is shocking to Suguru but he can tell from Satoru’s lack of reaction that he already knew.
Why did he keep this from him?
“There have been three successful assassinations of high officials and one failed attempt on the King’s life…”
Suguru hopes Prince Yuuta is safe. The King is his father, and the boy is next in line to rule. But from the sounds of it the enemy wishes to wipe out the entire royal line and seize control. This is not a situation that will end by sending men and food. Satoru will have to go and assist. Only he can protect his extended family.
For the remainder of the meeting, Suguru unintentionally zones out. He’s rubbing his belly and thinking of all of the worst outcomes when Satoru places a hand on top of his hand to console him.
“We can reconvene later,” Satoru says, putting a pause on the General’s plans. “I need to escort my wife to our chamber. This talk of war has made him ill.”
Suguru wants to deny that but he can’t. He allows Satoru to escort him out of the meeting hall.
“How long have you known?” Suguru asks once they’re back in their room.
“A week.”
“A week? Yet you did not mention it to me once!”
Satoru sighs. “I did not want to worry you.” He tries to walk up to Suguru and touch him but Suguru takes a step back. “You are stressed enough as it is.”
Disregarding that, Suguru turns away from him. His hands are shaking so he cups them tightly. “We must get Prince Yuuta to safety. He is only a pup.”
“Alexi’s men successfully extracted him from the palace. Yuuta is three days away from here.”
Hearing that, Suguru sighs in relief. Still, he whips his head around and glares at Satoru. “Why was I left in the dark? We are joint rulers yet you continuously do things like this, Satoru!”
“Stress and melancholy are not good for your pregnancy. I only wanted to protect you-”
“Who will protect me when you are off fighting a war?” Suguru’s eyes water, and he frowns. “I did not mean to…” He didn’t mean to say that. That outburst startles him. “War happens. As King you must see to an end of this, I understand that. Please disregard me.”
Damn his emotions.
Satoru walks over to him and they embrace. “I will make it the shortest rebellion in history,” he says, kissing Suguru. “I refuse to be absent during your pregnancy for too long.”
“Do not worry about me. Do what you must.”
“My mother will be here to assist you and Haibara is welcome to stay overnight whenever you require it.”
Suguru nods and tries not to cry. It’s silly, honestly. Before he was brought here, he was a warrior too. His family were protective because he was the only omega in the village but he still has seen his fair share of battles. There is no reason for him to be this emotional right now.
Of course he will miss Satoru dearly and of course he doesn’t want him to go but that is the way things are. He is strong enough to endure.
“I must return to the meeting,” Satoru says, walking Suguru over to the bed. He helps him sit down and he removes his slippers for him.
“You do know that I can do that myself, right?”
“I don’t want you to put unnecessary strain on your body.”
Suguru smiles at his husband’s bowed head. When Satoru kisses one of his ankle bones, he closes his eyes and savors the touch of his lips on his skin. “Who will get out of bed late at night and make sweet buns for me in your absence?” he asks playfully.
Whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night with a craving, Satoru indulges him. Because he knew Suguru would feel guilty about disturbing the servants, he asked Nanami to teach him how to prepare sweet buns on his own. It is one of the many romantic things that Satoru has done for him.
“I have already tripled the baker’s pay to ensure he makes an extra batch of sweet buns for you,” Satoru says in all seriousness. “If you develop any new cravings just let the head cook know. I have handsomely compensated him as well…”
This time Suguru does cry. Then he pulls Satoru up and makes him get on the bed. As he straddles him, he kisses his face and his lips, the taste of his tears on their tongues.
“I will miss you, Satoru.”
“I miss you already.”
Suguru remembers when Satoru was a mean, whoremongering drunk who actively tried to fuck him to sate his lust and nothing more. It was all a front — a mask that he wore to hide his depression — and every day Suguru is fortunate that he eventually peered through that mask and saw the true Satoru.
The gods couldn’t have given him a better mate.
Another feast is held to send the King and his selected warriors off to put down the Okkotsu rebellion. To avoid having his night or mood temporarily ruined again, Suguru remains at Satoru’s side all night.
When Satoru thinks Suguru is too wrapped up in his conversation with Haibara to pay him any mind, he asks Nanami if Prince Kenjaku has “learned his lesson yet.”
Did Satoru have him tortured for insulting Suguru?
“Yes, he learned his lesson very well, my King,” Nanami says.
Satoru has a sip of wine. “Good.”
They move on to another subject. But Suguru is still thinking about what they said. He should be accustomed to Satoru’s nature by now. No slight toward Suguru has gone unpunished before. Why should this be any different?
“Would you be put out if we retired early?” Satoru asks some time later.
“No.”
This is the final night that they will share together before Satoru leaves before dawn. Who knows when he will return?
They leave the great hall after bidding their friends goodnight. Suguru expects them to head to their chamber but instead they board a carriage that takes them to the Yami Forest where Six Eyes dwells.
“Is she sleeping?” Suguru asks when they enter the quiet bamboo forest.
“Yes. I just wanted to sit with you beneath the stars.”
The stars shine brighter over the forest. During their second wedding night, after learning of his pregnancy, they made love out here. Had it not been for Suguru, they probably would've spent the entirety of their second honeymoon here, too. Satoru seems to only need Suguru to sustain him; not food or water.
Unlike him, however, Suguru still requires those things. Sometimes he wonders if his husband is truly a god instead of a mortal man.
“Boy or girl?” Satoru asks as he kisses Suguru’s belly.
They’re on the soft grass in front of Six Eye’s lake; her domain. Satoru is lying down with his torso between Suguru’s thighs. The gown Suguru is wearing is designed to allow access to his stomach by simply moving away the thin fabric.
Satoru is holding the fabric open. “Six Eyes tells me it’ll be a boy. What do you think?”
“Am I to go against an ancient creature?” Suguru laughs. “I have dreams of a little girl with your eyes. Perhaps that is of a future child of ours.”
“Perhaps. I intend to impregnate you again as soon as I can.”
“What if…” Suguru doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t want to damper the mood. “Will I ever leave the birthing bed at this rate?”
Satoru looks up at him. “You are strong, Suguru. In mind, body, and soul. This pregnancy will not be your last.”
Of course he can see through him. Of course he knows all of his fears.
“Your mother was bedridden for nearly a year after birthing you. He is strong as well.”
“I mean no disrespect to my mother when I say that you are stronger.”
Suguru has nothing to say to that. He believes Satoru’s mother is stronger than him for birthing an alpha like his son while being married to a wicked man but never once failing his son as a mother. That isn’t to downplay his own strength, either. He knows that he is strong and that he is favored by the gods the same as Satoru.
Still, he worries. For his unborn child mostly. His chances of miscarrying are higher than usual. If he lost the baby, he would be devastated. Satoru as well.
Satoru continues kissing his belly, and soon Suguru can only think about how much he wants Satoru inside of him.
“Enjoying the view?” Suguru asks coyly. He’s straddling Satoru now, slowly sinking down on his cock.
Dazedly, Satoru stares up at him, blue eyes swimming with reverence. “It is a lovely view,” he says, drinking in Suguru’s bare upper body. “How could I not enjoy it?” He holds him by the hips to offer support.
Feeling incredibly full, Suguru bites his lips and tilts his head back. He’s wetter than normal these days and it takes nothing for copious amounts of slick to gush out of him. For instance, when Satoru’s cock twitches inside of him, Suguru’s walls reflexively squeeze and he gets wetter, making the final descent easy.
Satoru’s eyes are in his skull, and instead of riding him, Suguru just sits on his cock, enjoying the feeling of being full.
“I wish to sleep like this,” Satoru mumbles. He moves his hands to Suguru’s ass that is still covered by fabric.
Then Suguru rolls his hips, and Satoru forgets all about sleeping.
It occurs gradually. The inexplicable sadness and loneliness.
Foolishly, Suguru thought the extreme withdrawal symptoms were exaggerated as rumors often are. He has wardrobes upon wardrobes full of Satoru’s robes that all carry his powerful scent, and he has memories of his husband that he once thought would keep him satisfied during sleepless nights.
None of them compare to the real thing, he learns the harsh way.
The first couple of weeks are mild. He’ll be in the middle of working when he thinks about Satoru and he will be sad for a few minutes before he’s busying himself again.
But soon, the morning sickness doesn’t pass until noon, leaving him bedridden and alone with his thoughts. Satoru hasn’t written to him yet, which is to be expected. He is not the kind of ruler who sits around while others fight his battles. He doesn’t have time to write letters.
When the royal doctor prepares Suguru a tonic to help with the sickness, Suguru is back to work which consists of meetings and overseeing various activities around the palace.
He is often told that he can rest but he knows that once he is bound to his bed that his loneliness will consume him. Unfortunately, by the end of his third month of pregnancy, his symptoms worsen.
Bouts of dizziness occur at random intervals of the day, the food he used to love becomes unappealing to him, and the smallest things get under his skin, making him irritable. It becomes unbearable even for him so he opts to spend most of his time in the private wing he and Satoru share.
Any documents that require his signature or important matter that demands his attention is brought to him directly. His personal secretary attends meetings for him and takes notes as well.
Suguru tries to keep himself busy by reading or writing letters to Satoru that he never sends. He will give them to him when he returns. Sometimes he yearns to be outdoors with the horses at the royal stable like old times but every time he tries to make his way out there a guard blocks him. Of course Satoru ordered them to ensure he didn’t do any extraneous work while he was gone.
So, he spends a lot of time in his private garden.
Haibara visits with him but his excessive chatter makes his head throb which is something that has never happened before. Whenever Satoru’s mother comes to have tea with him along with Prince Yuuta, her sweet scent irritates him to the point of a sneezing fit, and Yuuta asks a thousand questions without taking a breath in between.
Thankfully, Suguru manages to assure them all that he is fine without daily visits without snapping on them or creating any awkward tension.
He just wants Satoru.
It’s something that he admits to himself when he’s nearing his fifth month of pregnancy and his body is starting to have drastic changes. His face is fuller. When he saw his reflection in the mirror one morning, he teared up. His cheeks are round and rosy and he’s developing a second chin.
His feet ache often, making it difficult to walk long distances and he has developed breasts. Initially, his nipples were abnormally swollen and the royal doctor assured him that was perfectly normal. But it feels like his breasts came in overnight.
They’re not that large but they’re big enough to be seen through his gowns. Because he is unsure how to deal with these changes, he only allows two servants to attend to him and he no longer allows anyone to visit him.
A female beta can still fight while five months pregnant. At least, that is how it was in his village. Suguru vividly remembers pregnant women dressed in full armor with their faces and stomachs painted as they prepared for battle. He used to want to be like them. He still wants that but he grows weaker by the day.
The royal doctor is even surprised by this.
“I believe it is due to Satoru-sama’s absence,” the old doctor says one day during a check up. “Your soul and body are too dependent on him. Mated pairs are like this but I’ve never seen it affect an omega’s pregnancy this way.”
Suguru orders the doctor to give him poppy milk to help him sleep and he sends him away.
He is disappointed with himself, and he knows his people are too. Allowing himself to waste away like this. While he lays in bed, rubbing his heavy stomach, he thinks about what the woman said months ago at their coronation feast.
Satoru fell in love with his strength and his beauty. He is neither of those things anymore, however.
Sniffling, he wipes away a tear as he eats a slice of cake. He’s always craving sweets these days.
In the past, he enjoyed sweets that were either tart or flavored with spices like cinnamon or nutmeg. But now he only wants the sweetest desserts like the ones Satoru is fond of.
“Do you have your father’s sweet tooth?” Suguru asks his unborn pup as he smiles at his belly.
Despite the drastic changes and constant mood swings, he has never directed any malice at his baby. Suguru is eager to meet their pup, and he will endure all of these oddities if it means his pup will be happy and healthy.
He just wishes Satoru was here.
Placing the plate on his belly, Suguru licks his fingers clean. He contemplates licking the crumbs and icing from the plate.
Raising the plate, he sees his distorted reflection in the glass. Look at him laying around stuffing his face and being pathetic…
Suguru starts crying.
Still, he licks the plate clean because he’s still hungry and the baker has outdone himself again.
Perhaps it is a good thing that Satoru isn’t here to witness this.
The climate is warm this season, causing him to sweat a lot and his skin — mostly his cheeks — are red and blotchy. He mostly wears thin or transparent nightgowns all day to keep his skin cool. The way the fabric and the bedsheets stick to his skin make him feel gross and uncomfortable.
At the very least he has no trouble bathing himself. He just can’t sit down in the tub and get out without help so he has to dip a rag into the basin and clean that way. It’s not ideal but he at least remains clean.
But some days he doesn’t want to get out of bed because he lacks the energy and the motivation, so he doesn’t.
As each day passes, he falls deeper and deeper into a dark mental state.
“Where is my wife?” Satoru asks the moment he dismounts.
One of his advisors informs him that Suguru is in their private wing where he has been spending most of his time these past months. Without wasting another second, Satoru hurries there.
The Okkotsu rebellion was not an easy affair as a lot of foreign assassins were hired to do a majority of the fighting. It is easier to fight against seen forces, not trained killers who lurk in the shadows. However, Satoru prevailed. He only wishes that he didn’t spend so much time away from Suguru.
With this being his first pregnancy, they both are understandably anxious. Satoru planned to be present for every moment to ensure Suguru had everything that he needed. He will ensure his extended family pays for failing to deal with their own internal affairs. But that can come later.
“Suguru…” Satoru walks over to the bed where Suguru is sleeping. At the sight of him, he smiles. “Dreams can’t compare.” He whispers, kneeling beside the bed.
The first thing he notices is the roundness of Suguru’s face and how long his hair is. The dark strands are splayed out on the pillows. Suguru is lying on his side, hugging his swollen belly as he snores softly. His mouth is parted open, his pink lips plump and plush.
Something about the way Suguru is laying here makes Satoru’s neck hot. He’s missed his wife dearly, obviously. But this immediate arousal at the mere sight of him is startling. Even Suguru’s scent is different, more appealing and irresistible.
He looks so peaceful sleeping like this but Satoru wants to wake him up and shower him with affection.
“Suguru, your husband is home,” Satoru whispers, leaning in to kiss Suguru.
Suguru mumbles incoherently. A slow smile stretches across his face, though, and it makes Satoru smile. He probably thinks he’s dreaming.
“I suppose I’ll allow you to sleep then.”
Suguru mumbles again. This time he raises his arm above his head, making himself comfortable. With his arm out of the way, Satoru can see his breasts better. The sheer fabric of his gown gives him a full view of his erect nipples too.
Satoru is practically salivating now. “When did these come in?” he asks himself mostly.
Frowning, Suguru’s eyes flutter open. He looks around the room before his eyes land on Satoru’s face.
“Hello, my love.”
“Satoru?” Suguru blinks and his eyes water. But he’s smiling. “Is it really you?” He lifts his head, glancing down at his state of dress. Then he gasps. “Oh no! Why didn’t anyone alert me? I did not know you would be returning today!”
The reaction is not what Satoru expected.
“I am unclean,” Suguru says, struggling to sit up. “I need to wash and change and…there are crumbs in the bed…”
Satoru helps Suguru sit up. “You need not fret, Suguru. I will help you get clean.”
“You shouldn’t have to see me this way!”
“What way? You look stunning.” Seriously, he wants to know if he can still mount Suguru at this point of his pregnancy. His cock is already half-hard and his tongue is dying to know what his breast milk tastes like.
“Do not jest with me, Satoru! I am heavy and I have let myself go and…and…”
Satoru sits on the bed and removes his hands from his face. Suguru’s face is red and wet, “Silly man,” he says, using the phrase his wife has used with him before. “You have seen me at my lowest. This is hardly a low point for you, in my opinion, but my opinion doesn’t matter. What can I do to make you feel better about yourself?”
Suguru lowers his head. “Leave so that I can bathe and have the bedding changed. I smell…”
Like he needs to be fucked and pampered, Satoru thinks. He’s clearly distressed.
“Can we compromise?” Satoru asks. “Let me give you a bath and I will have the bedding changed in the meantime.”
“Satoru…my body…it is not the same as you remember.”
“Do you have dragon scales?” Satoru asks, peeking at Suguru’s body.
Despite himself, Suguru laughs. “No! I’ve put on a lot of weight and there are marks on my skin.”
“All of which are natural changes. Can I be honest with you?”
“Please. Even if it hurts.”
“The moment I laid eyes on you I wanted you just as I always have. Then I saw your breasts and your added weight and I want you more. Please let me bathe you or I will take you as you are.”
Suguru hugs his neck. “I’ve missed you dearly,” he says. “And if you try to fuck me without allowing me to clean I will strike you.”
“Then allow me to prepare your bath, wife.”
While the bedding is changed, Satoru undresses down to his trousers and goes to fetch two buckets of hot water for the bath. The servants eye him strangely as they watch the King do their job. He pays them no mind.
After filling the tub, he considers adding Suguru’s favorite lavender scented oil but he does a little peppermint oil instead to prevent nausea. Then he tests the water’s temperature with his hand before deeming it perfect.
Suguru is wearing only a thin robe now. Still, he crosses his arms over his breasts and carries himself as though he were trying to hide his figure.
“Suguru, you are beautiful,” Satoru says as he helps him out of his robe. He cups his face and rubs behind his ears with his thumbs. “I only regret not being here for you the entire time.”
He helps Suguru into the tub, and he smiles when Suguru quietly purrs in satisfaction.
“It is not your fault that a civil war broke out,” Suguru says as he rests his head on the pillow Satoru provides for him. “I am ashamed by how much I neglected my duties...and myself.”
“From what I’m told, nothing terrible happened and the kingdom was in good hands. And from what I can see, there is nothing wrong with you, Suguru."
“I could have done more.”
Satoru starts to clean Suguru’s hair. First, he combs the ends to detangle it.
“Is beating yourself up making you feel any better?” he asks quietly.
“…no…”
“I didn’t think so.”
“I want to be able to thrive without you,” Suguru admits. "Once you left, it felt like I just fell apart."
“You do thrive without me. You are just experiencing your first pregnancy.”
Suguru is quiet for a while. But soon, his shoulders relax and he starts to wash his body while Satoru tends to his hair. He knows that sometimes Suguru just needs time to sort through his own thoughts and return to himself. A little reminder goes a long way.
“Is my wife back?” Satoru asks, kissing Suguru’s cheek. He’s done cleaning his hair.
“Yes.” Suguru smiles and kisses him back. When Satoru lowers his head to lick his right nipple, he moans. “They’re tender.”
Satoru hums. Moving to the side of the tub, he cups Suguru’s breasts gently. They’re not that big but they’re big enough and very comely. He kisses each tit before sucking on them, careful not to suck too hard. His cock is fully hard now and he’s rutting it against the tub. Tasting sweetness on his tongue, he pulls away.
“A little milk is starting to come out,” Suguru says, blushing. “It’s not a lot…”
Groaning, Satoru resumes sucking his tits, trying to make more milk come out. Unintentionally, he sucks too hard and Suguru whines.
“Sorry.” Satoru pecks his lips. “Are you clean?”
Suguru nods.
With Satoru’s help, Suguru stands up. Drying him off is a task because Satoru keeps stopping to admire his body. His ass is wider and plumper and thighs touch and there are marks on his body but they are barely visible, not that Satoru minds them. He kisses every inch of skin that he can reach.
If he could, he would spend hours worshipping Suguru’s body like this but his feet are sore and he wishes to lay down. Satoru apologizes for his carelessness. He dries Suguru off and carries him to their clean bed.
“My new nightgowns are in that trunk,” Suguru says, pointing to a trunk in the corner of the room.
“I’ll remember that for later.”
Suguru is sheepish. He actually thought Satoru was going to cover his body after witnessing all of its new glories? There is more for him to explore. Using unscented oil he adds a dab to his hands and rubs them together. Very gently, he starts to rub the oil on Suguru’s breasts while he lays on his back.
“Is this fine?” Satoru asks.
Suguru nods as his eyes close.
Unable to resist, Satoru licks his nipples to see if more milk will come out. None does but that’s fine. Dragging his hot tongue over the tender morsels is enough for him. And he can smell how wet his actions are making Suguru. His cock is straining against his trousers, the leaking tip wetting the front of the fabric. He may come just from this.
That’s how desperately he wants Suguru.
“Satoru…kiss…” Suguru mutters.
From the way he’s spreading his thighs, Satoru knows he isn’t asking for a kiss on the lips. Before giving him what he wants, Satoru takes time rubbing his belly with oil. It is very large, making him wonder if Suguru is carrying pups. Boy or girl, twins or not, he is excited to meet their baby.
Satoru kisses his way down Suguru’s stomach, carefully spreading his thighs further apart as he does so. The tantalizing scent from his cunt is as potent as poppy powder. Like the sweetest of drugs.
There is a strip of fine hair on his cunt that didn’t used to be there. His body’s hormones have altered him a great deal. Undeterred and unbothered, he gives Suguru the kiss he asked for.
“Satoru…” Suguru settles his legs on Satoru’s shoulder, pressing his cunt closer to his mouth. “Don’t tease.”
If nothing else, Satoru obeys his wife. He licks from bottom to top, groaning deeply as his mouth and nose is covered with slick. Suguru is like a fountain these days. The smallest attention gets him so damn wet. As amazing as he tastes, and despite how much he has literally dreamed of doing this again, he doesn’t devour Suguru. He eats him out slowly as if he’s trying to relearn everything about the act.
Suguru is whining and moaning his name, desperate to have all of the attention on his throbbing clit. Satoru doesn’t neglect it. He just alternates his attention. He’ll lick it and suck on it just enough to make Suguru scream but before he can explode, he returns to his quivering hole, pressing his tongue in as much as it’ll allow, curling and flicking it until he’s rewarded with more delicious slick.
And when Suguru is crying and begging for his “cruelty” to end then Satoru lavishes his clit with all of his attention.
“Sorry,” Satoru says, sitting up to kiss Suguru. After wiping his mouth clean, of course. “I missed tasting you.”
All of his edging made Suguru orgasm so hard he cried. He’s sniffling now, face red and pretty eyelashes damp. “Sadist,” he says, pouting.
Satoru licks into his mouth slowly, licking over his teeth and gums as he kisses him hot and messy. While they kiss, he tugs his trousers down just enough to free his neglected cock. Giving Suguru’s bottom lip a final nip, he pulls away.
“The royal doctor said we won’t be able to have ‘relations’ by the seventh month,” Suguru says as he moves to rest on his side.
“We shouldn’t risk it then. I promise not to pounce on you when that time comes.” Satoru adjusts a pillow to ensure Suguru’s head is in a good position. “Until then…”
Suguru raises his leg to give Satoru better access to him. Usually, Satoru would lay behind him and have him that way. This time he takes Suguru like this, gripping his thigh with one hand and his ass with the other as he sinks home.
With this position, he can see Suguru’s face, watch every reaction, and he can see the way his tits bounce every time their bodies collide. He also has a view of his belly and his ass — all of his favorite things. Mindful of Suguru’s comfort, he doesn’t fuck into him wildly or roughly.
Most of it is just enjoying being this close to him after months spent without him warmth. Satoru’s thrusts are deep, well-paced, and focused on seeking Suguru’s pleasure rather than his own. Granted, being with him is his pleasure.
A glutton like him putting others first. It is remarkable what love can do to a person.
“Too deep,” Suguru moans, touching Satoru’s lower stomach to make him stop.
Satoru pulls out halfway, thrusting shallowly, gradually working Suguru open until he’s ready to take him deeper again. He wants to lean forward and kiss him but he holds himself back. This feels good, too. Suguru’s tight walls are squeezing around his cockhead, milking it.
He’ll have to leave the palace entirely during his upcoming rut because as long as Suguru is in the same area as him he will stop at nothing to have him.
A barred door, chains, not even a dungeon could contain him.
“I want to fuck my knot into you again,” Satoru groans as he thrusts deeper, picking up the pace just a little. “If it were up to me you’d stay with a pup in you…”
Suguru’s eyes are crossed and his mouth is hanging open. “Knot me…do it…” He smiles deliriously.
“Don’t tempt me.” Satoru squeezes Suguru’s ass cheek. He wants to bottom out, but he doesn’t go all the way in. “You think you could take my knot now?” It won’t form but pretending never hurts. He leans forward slightly, looking at Suguru’s face. “Do you?”
Suguru lifts his head for a kiss. Satoru stops moving and angles forward just enough to press their lips together. When they can’t kiss the way they want they lap at each other’s tongues. It feels like they’re both drunk, and that’s always the beat feeling; being drunk off of each other.
Groaning, Satoru rolls his hips and Suguru pushes his ass back to meet him. That puts an end to their messy kiss but it resumes their rutting.
Satoru really wishes he could knot Suguru right now. Simply because it would feel amazing to breed him while he’s already good and bred but also because he wants Suguru to never doubt himself again. He’s the mate he chose, the mate he crossed land, sea, and desert for. And he would do it all again without question.
“Deeper,” Suguru is demanding soon. He presses back on Satoru again.
Chuckling, Satoru leans down, placing his open palms on either side of Suguru’s head. With this new angle, he’s as deep as they both want him to be. Suguru’s eyes glaze over and he chokes on a moan. Before he can even recover from the bliss, Satoru is kissing him as he picks up his pace again.
The royal doctor would probably advise against this but Suguru is stronger than everyone thinks he is. Only someone as strong as him can balance out Satoru. It is why their fates are intertwined.
Suguru bites down on Satoru’s lips when he orgasms, hard enough to draw a little blood. They kiss until the taste of copper disappears and Satoru is spilling his seed inside of Suguru’s pulsing walls.
Depleted, Satoru eases out and slumps over on the side of Suguru so that they’re facing each other.
“What happened to you knotting me?” Suguru playfully asks. He kisses Satoru’s sweaty forehead.
“Give me a moment to recover.”
Suguru laughs. “Take all of the time you need.”
As it happens, Satoru doesn’t need that much time. However, he can tell from Suguru’s heavy-lidded eyes that he is exhausted. Not wanting to push him too far, Satoru just explores his newfound obsession some more.
“Do they still hurt?” Satoru asks, rubbing Suguru’s breasts with his palms.
“They’re very sensitive.”
Satoru licks his lips as he stares at the erect nipples. “They’re a shade darker,” he says.
“How did you notice?”
“Suguru, I know your body better than my own.” Satoru licks his left nipple and glances up at him to see his reaction. He just sighs in content, so Satoru continues. “How much longer before more milk comes in?”
“Another couple of weeks.”
“You mean to tell me that when your milk comes is the same time we are forbidden to copulate?” That feels highly unfair. “The royal doctor has made an enemy out of me."
Suguru laughs, and it’s good to hear him laughing. That means his depressive state has passed.
“It is for the safety of me as well as the pup.”
“That is the only reason why I will adhere to the rules.”
“Besides, my breast milk is for our pup and/or pups. Not you, Satoru.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said I love you and our unborn pup and/or pups very dearly.”
Suguru glares at him but there is no real heat behind the stare. “Careful, Satoru. Mothers are fiercely protective of their pups.” He moves so that his head is resting on Satoru’s chest. “You have been warned.”
Being threatened this way shouldn’t be this arousing.
Satoru is reconsidering his decision to allow Suguru to get some rest for the remainder of the night.
fin.