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It should have been impossible. Obviously he wasn't on heat suppressants, but he wasn’t an idiot. Ever since he and Neuvillette got together, he'd been on a powerful birth control his doctor had prescribed. He thought it would be enough. It should have been enough. And yet...
The day Wriothesley took the first pregnancy test, he thought it was a fluke. Even so, he had all the symptoms. Nausea, fatigue, a tender chest... So of course, his doctor, Sigewinne, took a blood test.
Sitting there alone while he waited, Wriothesley tried to figure out whether he even wanted this or not, and the truth was, he wasn’t sure.
When Sigewinne came back to tell him the news, he still couldn't decide whether being unexpectedly pregnant was a good thing or not.
She withheld her congratulations respectfully, assuring him it was a perfectly reasonable choice to abort the baby if that was what he wanted. Assuring him that Neuvillette never even had to know. But...
Too much of him wanted it. Wanted children. Had always wanted them. More than that, he wanted them with Neuvillette, and slowly began to realize that despite how startled he was by the suddenness of it, the idea of getting rid of their child made him too uncomfortable to even think about.
Still, no matter how many times he picked up his phone, no matter how many times they talked over the following weeks, Wriothesley couldn’t bring himself to tell him.
They were still long distance. Not even bonded, and they had never discussed the possibility of children. Neuvillette wasn’t the type to be angry over something like this, but if he wasn't interested in their child, in their family, Wriothesley honestly didn’t know what he was going to do.
He was lucky he was fairly close to his doctor, and that Sigewinne was looking out for him. She was very adamant that he take care of himself for the good of his child, so he did his honest best.
Eventually enough weeks rolled by that his first ultrasound appointment came around. He'd promised himself by then, he would definitely tell Neuvillette. Yet, as the day approached, he still hadn’t.
Even as he went to the appointment, he almost called him so many times, almost texted him, almost, almost. They hadn’t even seen each other in over a month except over video call, and he missed him. He wanted Neuvillette there. Wanted his mate to hold his hand while he had the ultrasound, wanted them to go through it all together.
But he was alone again. Just him and Sigewinne.
Just him and Sigewinne as she completed the incredibly routine procedure, only to pause as she looked at the scan. “That’s strange,” she said, and Wriothesley leaned up on one arm, staring at the display. Of course, it looked like basically nothing to him, just vague black and white shapes.
“What’s strange?”
“It looks like...” she trailed off, and Wriothesley’s brow furrowed. “Just a moment, please.”
Wriothesley had no choice but to lay there and wait while she confirmed the images with another doctor, but she came back a few minutes later, turning towards him directly.
“Wriothesley, I don’t want to alarm you, you’re definitely pregnant but... I don’t know how to say this.” She sighed, and Wriothesley groaned to disguise the spike of fear curling in his gut. He squeezed his hand into a fist, trying to imagine Neuvillette there beside him, soothing him despite the worry creasing his brow. He could picture it perfectly, the concern in those beautiful lilac eyes, and the thought of the man he wanted as his mate soothed him a little.
“Just say it already. What is it? Is there something wrong with the baby?”
“Not wrong, per se, it’s just that it appears... that you’re pregnant with eggs.”
Wriothesley blinked. “Eggs?”
Stepping over to the image from the ultrasound, she pointed them out to him. “There are three embryos, here, here, and here. They all seem to be doing well, but the shape of them is... well, I can say for a fact that they appear more similar to those of egg-laying animals, and not... a human child.”
Wriothesley just stared at her, trying to tell if this was some kind of joke, but she was deadly serious.
“I’m pregnant,” he said slowly, “with eggs?”
“Three of them, to be precise,” she said. “Happy, healthy eggs.”
“But...”
“Wriothesley,” she said, taking his hand, her voice gentle but firm. “I’ve never seen it before, but it doesn’t mean it never happens. Those cases, though,” She paused. “How much do you really know about Neuvillette?”
“Neuvillette?” Wriothesley blinked. “He...”
Well... he had definitely suspected something was strange about him for a long time. He had those weird horns, after all, or rhinophores or whatever they were, but sometimes people had strange features, so he’d never asked. Then there was his cock—huge, blue, ridged—definitely not human. And there were his incredibly strong pheromones...
“You have to tell him,” she said softly, patting his hand. “He needs to know. And you need to ask him,” she gestured to the image, “about this.”
Wriothesley nodded. “Thank you. Thank you, I will.” Even if he still didn’t know exactly how he was going to do that, he swore to himself that he would. She was right. He needed to know. He deserved to know, and Wriothesley deserved to know exactly what was up with the man he was dating.
--
Even so, days later, every time Wriothesley nearly gathered the courage, all he did was stare blankly at his phone. He couldn’t tell Neuvillette over text. He didn’t even want to tell him over a phone call. He wanted to tell him everything in person. That was the only way it felt right.
But when would they ever get the opportunity to see each other? Neuvillette had been wrapped up in case after case for months now, and Wriothesley always had a hard time rearranging his schedule when he had so many clients. At this point, asking to meet wouldn’t seem weird at all, he just couldn’t figure out how to go about it.
There was another problem, too. If he was going to keep the baby—well, the eggs—he was going to have to take time off. He knew that. Planned on it, even. He just wasn’t sure how he was going to make that work, wasn’t sure of anything right now.
In the end, it was Neuvillette who unknowingly saved him.
“I want to see you,” he said softly during one of their video calls. “I miss you and,” He trailed off, the rest of the sentence clearly sitting on the tip of his tongue, “my rut is soon approaching.”
“Your rut,” Wriothesley breathed. He’d been so caught up in worrying over his pregnancy, he’d nearly forgotten about Neuvillette’s rut entirely. Since Wriothesley’s heat hadn’t triggered it, it was only natural that his rut would come a few months later, in sync with Neuvillette’s usual cycle.
“Yes,” Neuvillette said, a flush touching the tips of his ears. “I have been working some extra time lately, because I would like to take off two full weeks. I was hoping you would want to... to spend it with me.”
Wriothesley couldn’t help but soften at the hopefulness in his tone.
“Of course I want to spend it with you, Neuvillette,” he said, working up a smile. “You helped me through my heat, after all, but even if you hadn’t, I’d want to be there with you. There isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.”
Even so, even at such a distance, Neuvillette detected something in the tone of his voice that made those rhinophores of his twitch. It was really adorable, but Wriothesley couldn’t help but think about what Sigewinne had told him. Was it possible that Neuvillette was an Enigma? Someone above and outside of the secondary gender structure entirely?
“Wriothesley?” Neuvillette asked softly. “Is everything all right?”
“I—” He couldn’t ask him. Not here. Not like this. “I really want to see you, too. That’s all. There’s so much I want to say, but...”
“I know,” Neuvillette agreed. “Wriothesley...”
Gently, Neuvillette touched the screen and Wriothesley did the same, wanting to believe he could just reach through and take Neuvillette’s face into his hands, kiss him and tell him everything—to reassure him that Wriothesley would love him no matter what he was. That there was nothing he wanted more than to lay the eggs growing inside him, to have and raise their children together.
And, more than anything, to finally bond with him.
“When?” Wriothesley asked. “Just let me know. I’ll take off work, too, I’ll tell my clients that they’ll have to see someone else if they need help.”
He deserved this, anyway. Needed it. Needed to be with him. As for the income he lost during that time, he would figure it out later.
Neuvillette hummed in thought. They both knew they wanted it to be soon, but if it was too soon they wouldn’t want to part, and there was always a chance that Neuvillette’s rut would unexpectedly trigger early, just as Wriothesley’s heat had, and they’d be stuck somewhere with no plains laid.
Wriothesley also figured that when he gave Neuvillette the news about his pregnancy, well... as long as Neuvillette took it well, the chance of his rut being triggered was even higher. On the other hand, if he didn’t take it well...
Wriothesley didn’t even want to think about it.
“Two weeks,” Neuvillette said, and Wriothesley’s gut clenched. That seemed so far away. “Give me two weeks to settle things here, and my next two weeks will be yours. Perhaps,” he swallowed. “Perhaps this is too forward, but...”
Wriothesley perked up at that, one hand rucking up his shirt and gently brushing over his belly. There wasn’t a very noticeable bump yet, but he was starting to be able to feel the weight of those eggs inside him when he pressed down.
“I had considered that, perhaps, I would rent a chateau somewhere near Meropide, by the sea.” He swallowed, glancing away.
“You have enough money to rent a chateau?” Wriothesley gave him a disbelieving look, but he was smiling nonetheless.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette said, “I am a judge and a single man— Was a single man until somewhat recently, and I live frugally. My savings are,” his rhinophores twitched, “more than enough.”
Wriothesley’s heart was racing in his chest. The thought had crossed his mind, yes. At least, he knew how much Neuvillette made theoretically, he just hadn’t really ever thought about it. And here he was, struggling more often than not even with a steady flow of clients, while Neuvillette was sitting on enough to rent a chateau for two weeks without issue.
This was the man he’d chosen as his mate. A man with more than enough to provide for a family.
Wriothesley’s breath picked up, nails dragging through the curls of hair below his navel, dipping just slightly beneath the hem of his trousers.
To be offered to stay with him in a chateau on the sea for two weeks and during his rut... The potential of them bonding during that time was incredibly high, and he was already pregnant and—
His instincts were going wild, screaming at him to fall into his intended mate’s arms and let himself be cared for and claimed over and over.
At the same time, he didn’t have any real desire to quit his job. He had a lot of young clients who really looked up to him, needed him. And there was Sigewinne, too. If he moved away...
But no, no, he was already getting way too far ahead of himself.
Looking up, he met Neuvillette’s eyes through the camera. Neuvillette was staring at him.
“Are you truly all right?” he asked.
No, not really.
But what could he say but, “Yeah, I’m okay. I’ll... I’ll be okay. I just need you. And what you told me, that sounds,” He shook his head, grinning, “like something out of my dreams.”
Neuvillette gave him a soft, warm smile. “That’s good to hear, because, admittedly, I have already had it rented for two months. I did so as soon as I suspected the date my rut might arrive.”
Wriothesley let out a little exhale and grinned at him. “Were you really so afraid I’d say no?”
“You were so concerned during your heat, I was— I thought you might feel we were moving too quickly.”
“No,” Wriothesley laughed. “Not too quickly at all.” Definitely not, considering...
He pressed his hand over his belly again. But if Neuvillette reacted poorly, he would be stuck with him in the chateau and...
“Neuvillette?” he asked suddenly. “Would it be all right if you came here first, on that day? Then, we can go to the chateau together.”
“Yes,” Neuvillette said. “A wonderful idea. I look forward to it, more than I could possibly say.”
“Me too,” Wriothesley assured him, and laughed. “I can’t wait.”
--
He agonized over what to say during the next two weeks, masturbated as he thought about Neuvillette holding him down during his rut, imagined him whispering in his ear that he was going to fill him up with more of his eggs, more of his pups.
The pregnancy was starting to make him feel even more needy than usual, desperate for his mate to touch him, his mate who he wasn’t even bonded to yet, and he longed for that connection.
No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thinking about Neuvillette’s teeth in his neck, his knot inside, gentle hands touching his skin. Wriothesley wanted his kisses, his praise, his care, their hands tangled together. Wanted to watch the sunset with him, to sleep in bed with him every night, to make breakfast with him, to do mundane things together like read the newspaper and go to the store and watch television.
And when he laid their eggs, when he had their children, he was going to have a family.
A family with Neuvillette.
Sigewinne scolded him when he confessed that he still hadn’t told Neuvillette the truth, but at the same time, she understood. Two weeks without a check-in would be fine, she said. He would just need to see her when he came back, ideally with Neuvillette in tow so she could give him the run down on the situation and maybe a gentle scolding for not telling Wriothesley what was up with him sooner, and for not taking extra precautions because of it.
But before all of that... before all of that, Wriothesley had to tell him the truth.
Two weeks later, Neuvillette was set to arrive around noon on a Saturday, and the thought struck Wriothesley only hours beforehand—Neuvillette was going to know the truth as soon as he stepped through the door and smelled his pheromones. Wriothesley hadn’t been able to keep himself from nesting in his favorite places just a little, and he knew that he was putting them off. The scent would be unmistakable to an unbonded Alpha, especially one who intended to bond him—the overwhelming scent of a pregnant Omega.
He was already mentally kicking himself. He should have just told him, should have told him weeks ago. The moment Neuvillette walked in, he was going to know that Wriothesley had been hiding it.
Then again, Neuvillette had been hiding what he was, too, and so...
Maybe they really were just right for each other, after all.
When he heard the buzzer, Wriothesley scrambled to let him into the building, waiting as patiently as he could by the door until he heard that tell tale knock. It reminded him, in some ways, of the day he’d welcomed Neuvillette to his apartment the week of his heat. This time, though, he was fully clothed, and as tempting as it was, the would not be immediately racing off to the bed to fuck.
“Neuvillette,” he breathed when he let him in, dragging him into a hug.
“Beloved,” Neuvillette whispered, arms wrapped tight around him in turn, face pressed into the side of Wriothesley’s neck. Then, he inhaled.
Jerking back, Neuvillette stared at him, wide-eyed, and Wriothesley took his hand, staring down at Neuvillette’s perfectly polished leather shoes. “We need to talk,” he said, swallowing hard. “You’d better come in.”
“Wriothesley?” Neuvillette asked, toeing off his shoes as Wriothesley took his bag and set it on the floor. “What— I—” His jaw worked, but nothing more came out, and Wriothesley was picking up so many scents wafting off him, all jumbled up together. Confusion, alarm, hurt, jealousy, excitement, hope.
“Come here,” Wriothesley said, taking him by the hand and leading him to the couch, sitting both of them down. “I made tea.” He gestured to the pot, but Neuvillette only squeezed his hand and stared at him, a pleading look in his eyes that Wriothesley couldn’t stand.
“Wriothesley... you...”
“I’m sorry,” Wriothesley said, staring down at his lap, running his thumb over Neuvillette’s knuckles. “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just.” He took a deep breath. “I wanted to be face to face, and you probably guessed it already, but... yeah. I’m pregnant.”
He placed one hand over his belly and Neuvillette let out a shuddering sigh. He honestly looked like he was about to faint from sheer anticipation.
“The baby is yours,” Wriothesley confirmed, before Neuvillette could continue to think for one more second that it could possibly be anyone else’s, and his intended mate breathed out a long sigh of relief.
“Actually,” Wriothesley said, staring down at his lap again, squeezing Neuvillette’s hand tight in his. “They’re yours.”
Neuvillette’s rhinophores twitched, and Wriothesley swore his eyes almost looked like they were beginning to glow as his intended mate stared at him, lips parted.
“It’s eggs.” Wriothesley said by way of explanation. He rucked up his shirt, running his fingers over his bare belly, and Neuvillette’s sharp gaze followed the path of his thumb as it rubbed over his navel. “Three healthy eggs. That was what my doctor told me.”
He looked up at Neuvillette then, and figured he might as well just call him out rather than beat around the bush.
“It’s because you’re actually an enigma. Isn’t that right?”
Neuvillette stared at him a moment, then let out a soft sound of acknowledgement and dropped his gaze.
“It is true,” he admitted softly. “I am something of the sort. But, for some reason I had never imagined...” He looked up at Wriothesley again. “You said eggs?”
“Yeah.” Wriothesley blinked. “Neuvillette, what do you mean you never imagined...?”
Neuvillette looked back up at him, thoughtful fingers brushing his lips. “I apologize for keeping this from you, Wriothesley, it’s only that, truthfully, my mother never told me very much of my father, or of my... condition. And in truth, I am not even what the textbooks might call a proper enigma. I am something else entirely.”
“Something else?” Wriothesley stared at his rhinophores and considered, once again, how frankly inhuman his cock was. How his fangs were sharper than an Alpha’s were supposed to be, his eyeliner always mysteriously perfect as though it were a part of him, and the way he leaned on his cane but had never confessed to any previous injuries or disabilities, almost as though he were trying to compensate for the lack of a tail.
“It is possible,” Neuvillette said, and breathed out slowly, squeezing Wriothesley’s hand in his own. “At least, from what little my mother said before she passed, I believe it is possible my father may have been a vishap. Or something of the kind. However, I exhibit all features of a typical Alpha, and so...”
“I see...” Normally Wriothesley might have said that was pretty important for someone to know before you had wild sex, but... if Neuvillette wasn’t entirely certain himself, he wasn’t surprised he hadn’t mentioned it. Wriothesley doubted he would have said anything either if he was in the same position.
“When I asked my own doctor about the possibility, they couldn’t say whether or not I was even capable of getting anyone pregnant,” Neuvillette continued. “They believed for a time I might be entirely infertile.”
Wriothesley nodded. “Explains why you were so concerned when you smelled me.”
“Yes,” he breathed. “But it seems I had nothing to fear...”
“Neuvillette... I was on birth control, you know. I mean, I was in heat, but it was prescribed by my doctor. That stuff is strong. And yet...”
Neuvillette let out a shuddering breath. “And now? What do you intend to do?”
“I intend to keep them.” He laid his palm over his belly. “And I understand if that’s a dealbreaker for you. That was why—” He swallowed hard. “It was why I wanted you to come here, before we went to the chateau. Just in case—”
Neuvillette’s fingers touched his jaw, coaxing him to lift his head from where he’d once more dropped his gaze, trying to look at anything but the man he wanted to bond with so badly.
“I can smell it,” Neuvillette muttered as he leaned a little closer. “Your anxiety. Wriothesley... did you truly think I would leave you because of this?”
Wriothesley glanced away again, but when Neuvillette cupped his cheek, he sucked in a breath and met his eyes. “I knew it was unlikely, but possible.”
“It is not at all possible,” Neuvillette hissed, fingers curling against Wriothesley’s cheek. “Nothing in all the world could keep me from wanting you. And if you desire to keep our— our children—” He swallowed, letting out a shuddering breath, and Wriothesley slid closer to him, gently taking Neuvillette’s face into his hands as well, running his thumbs across those handsome high cheekbones.
“Neuvillette,” he said, low and incredibly serious. “I want you to bond with me.”
Neuvillette’s pupils went wide.
“And whatever it means to have your eggs, to have children with you, I want that, too. I want a life with you, more than anything I’ve ever wanted before. I want you.”
“Wriothesley.” Neuvillette churred soft and low, dragging Wriothesley against him and into his arms, coaxing him into a sweet, deep kiss, tongues pressed together as he pulled Wriothesley closer and closer, until Wriothesley gave up and slid into his lap, tangling his fingers into his hair.
He straddled his intended mate’s lap, sighing into his mouth, rolling their hips together, running his fingers through that long white hair and kissing him again and again and again.
When they parted to breathe, Neuvillette nuzzled his cheek.
“I, too, find myself wanting,” his Alpha whispered. “Both the bond and...” Gentle fingers drifted over Wriothesley’s stomach, and Wriothesley felt a sudden, inexplicable surge of heat in his veins. “Our children.”
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” Wriothesley breathed, pressing their foreheads together, but before they could start kissing again, he stopped himself, their breath mingling, his body aching to have his Alpha’s hands all over him, to be pushed beneath him, for Neuvillette to touch him. That hand on his belly, warm and tender—it was already so much, he felt like he was going to lose his mind.
“We should get to the chateau,” Wriothesley said, as much as his body yearned for nothing but his mate, that litany of Alpha, Alpha, Alpha circling in his mind as their scents mingled. “Otherwise, we’ll get too carried away to move.” He let out a little laugh, and Neuvillette’s smiled, kissing the corner of his lips.
“You are completely correct, as much as I loathe to admit it. But what of the tea?” He glanced around Wriothesley at the table, rhinophores perked up adorably.
“We’ll take it to go,” Wriothesley said, sliding off his lap before his cock got any harder and his cunt any wetter in such close proximity to the man he was aching to bond with. “How long is the drive?”
Neuvillette considered that, clearly struggling with the very idea of letting Wriothesley out of arm’s reach. So close to his rut, too... Wriothesley knew as soon as they arrived, he’d barely make it out of Neuvillette’s grasp for more than a second, and he didn’t want it any other way.
“About a half hour, I believe.”
“Great. Just let me get this tea into some travel cups, use the toilet, and we’ll be on our way.”
--
Wriothesley spent the entire drive trying to soothe his Alpha as much as possible, touching his hair and his shoulder, throwing one arm around the back of his seat, tangling their fingers when they hit red lights, and the occasional daring brush to his thigh.
Neuvillette clearly struggled to focus, his nostrils flared and pupils wide. The natural scent he let off of rainstorms and the sea grew deeper, thicker, until Wriothesley rolled the window down so that his own sweet scent of freshly brewed tea and comforting spices wouldn’t drive his intended mate into an early rut while they were still on the road.
Wriothesley tried to distract him by telling him of his early pregnancy. How he’d noticed it, what Sigewinne had told him during his first few visits, and about the ultrasound. He also told him that Sigewinne wanted to see him, too, so that Neuvillette could plan to set the time aside to go to his next appointment with him.
At that, he went quiet, his brow set, rhinophores flat against the top of his head. “Admittedly,” he said softly. “I have always wanted children, though I was reluctant to hope for such a thing, as uncertain as I was that I could procreate at all.”
Wriothesley brushed his Alpha’s shoulder gently, sliding his hand over to the back of Neuvillette’s neck to settle there, thumb brushing the skin over the top of his shirt collar. “Seems like your fertility was stronger than either of us were prepared for, in the end.” He said it with a laugh, and watched some of the tension ease from Neuvillette’s shoulders as he smiled.
“Indeed, it does seem that way.”
Eventually, Neuvillette pulled down a small gravel road along the edge of the sea and up to the front of the chateau. The owner had left them the keys in a lockbox outside and sent Neuvillette the code, so there wasn’t any need to speak with the owner directly.
Wriothesley had to admit, Neuvillette had really outdone himself. The chateau was beautiful. The two-story wooden house was situated on a cliff overlooking the sea, with no other homes in sight. The backyard was mostly trees, and a wide porch took up the front, with a perfect view of the water. There would be more than enough space for them on the inside, as it was sized for a small family, and heavily cleaned and aired out between guests to rid the home of any residual unwanted scents.
It smelled so pristine that Wriothesley’s nose wrinkled when they stepped inside, and even when Neuvillette pushed him back against the door and he was already gasping for breath in his arms as they kissed, Wriothesley had to push lightly on his intended mate’s chest and shake his head.
“Wait,” he whispered, arms trembling as he used every ounce of willpower he had to not drag Neuvillette in again by his tie. “Give me just a minute? Let me scent and... and nest. It’s too fresh, I just can’t.”
Neuvillette backed off just as reluctantly, but nodded. “Yes... yes, you’re right. Go ahead, beloved. I’ll get our luggage from the car.” With that, Neuvillette kissed his cheek, carefully pulled himself away, and stepped back outside.
Wriothesley took a few minutes to explore on his own, letting off as much of his scent as possible, flaunting it for his Alpha to follow as he ran his hands over furniture, checked cabinets and inspected the seaside-themed trinkets decorating the place. Then, he made his way upstairs to test the bed.
It wasn’t uncomfortable, though far from perfect, but it wasn’t anything some good nesting couldn’t fix.
He found himself purring as he stripped off his clothes to toss them in, pulled back the blankets and messed with the pillows, took extra sheets and blankets from the cupboards and piled those on as well, then got on the bed and rolled around in them like a great dog until he was mostly satisfied with the thickness of his scent.
When he was done, he leaned back against the pillows with a sigh, drawing up one knee and cocking it to the side, hands folded behind his head to wait for Neuvillette.
His Alpha trailed after him a few minutes later, as Wriothesley knew he would. Neuvillette had been very polite to give him his time, but Wriothesley knew that as he edged into his full rut, his sweet mate was soon to be absolutely insatiable.
Neuvillette froze in the doorway when he saw him there, naked and exposed in the sheets, and Wriothesley grinned at him, running one hand over the slight rise of his belly, trailing his fingers down further. He brushed them over his short, hard cock, sucking in a little breath as he dipped them down to his hole, pulling his already slick folds to one side.
“Hey there, sweetheart. Your pregnant Omega is waiting for you.”
He didn’t even need to put out more of his scent. Neuvillette already smelled like a gathering storm, letting out a low growl as he loosened his tie. Then he was lunging into bed, crawling over Wriothesley and grabbing his hips, crushing their mouths and their bodies together.
“Yes—” Wriothesley gasped into their kisses, throwing his arms over Neuvillette’s shoulders and arching his naked body, dragging his intended mate down over him and rolling his hips. “Fuck, yes— I’ve been waiting—I missed you—missed you so bad—”
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette ground out, low and dangerous. “My rut is—” His breath was heavy, each one coming even heavier, fingers digging into Wriothesley’s hips.
“It’s okay,” Wriothesley assured him, tangling his fingers loosely into that soft white hair, cupping Neuvillette’s jaw and thumbing at the corner of his mouth and his soft, parted lips. “Just take me. Take whatever you need. I’m all yours.”
Neuvillette kissed him harder at that, groaning into his mouth as their tongues tangled, struggling to get out of his clothes and failing.
Wriothesley helped him, getting him out of his suit jacket, undoing buttons of his waistcoat and the top buttons of his shirt to reveal pale skin. Before he could get too far, though, he reconsidered. After all, he loved it when Neuvillette fucked him in his suit.
“Take me like this,” he gasped with a wide grin, wrapping his legs around his mate’s hips. “Just like this.”
Neuvillette let out a low growl, grinding their cocks together through the cloth of his slacks, and Wriothesley let out a stuttering, needy breath.
“Neuvillette—”
Neuvillette’s pupils widened at the sound of Wriothesley calling his name. Letting out a low growl, lips and fangs traveled down the side of Wriothesley’s neck, biting marks into his skin, nipping at his shoulder, his collarbones, his throat, then gentling into sweet kisses.
“F-fuck Neuvillette—” Wriothesley tangled his fingers tighter into his hair, grinding his cock up against his intended mate’s. But what he really wanted was—
Reaching down between them, he pulled the lips of his cunt aside, arching his hips a little higher, drawing his knees back.
The moment he felt Neuvillette’s bulge pressing against his wet hole, his eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, arching his body.
“Alpha,” he gasped as Neuvillette kissed his skin and then his lips again and again, fangs dragging over his mouth. “Please.”
Neuvillette let out a low, needy rumble, trying to get his arms around Wriothesley to drag him closer, face shoved into the side of his neck to huff his scent. “Beloved,” he groaned, nuzzling over his scent gland as Wriothesley's breath hitched. “You smell... ah, so good—”
“I’m already pregnant, so—” Wriothesley gasped and whined, letting out a needy growl of his own as he bit at the shell of Neuvillette’s ear, earning a soft moan from his Alpha. He bit at his ear again, nuzzled it, and smiled, exhaling against it as his lips curled up in a devious little smirk. “You can come inside me raw as many times as you want.”
Neuvillette twitched above him, and for a second Wriothesley thought he was going to come in his pants just from those words alone.
“Wriothesley,” he ground out, and Wriothesley gave him a helping hand, undoing the zipper of his fly to free that massive cock.
“Put it in me,” he whispered against his Alpha’s lips, fingers lingering on the beautiful, hot length in his hand. He squeezed it gently and Neuvillette already seemed completely overcome, his scent permeating the air, filled with a deep, aching need as Wriothesley positioned the head against his slick hole.
When Neuvillette moaned and thrust, the head bullying its way inside, Wriothesley let go, a quiet curse falling from his lips.
“So big,” he moaned, arching towards him, throwing his head back and thumbing at one of his own nipples. “More— give it to me, Alpha—”
Neuvillette growled as he thrust again, the reverberations of his low, needy purrs coursing through Wriothesley’s body, heat and pleasure welling up inside him.
“F-fuck, yes—” he moaned, drawing his knees back further as Neuvillette shoved his slacks down around his hips so that their skin met in all the right places.
Wriothesley let out a choking sob as his Alpha thrust again, hard enough to shove that heavy cock all the way inside, their hips meeting deliciously.
On the next thrust, Wriothesley saw stars, eyes rolling back as he clung to his Alpha.
Neuvillette started up a wild pace, their skin smacking together with each thrust, and Wriothesley moaned long and loud. The sounds he made were definitely driving his Alpha further into rut, too, each of Neuvillette’s gasps and groans deeper and more animalistic than the last. The scent he put off was thick with possessiveness and need, the sharp scent of storms and the deep sea. It was such an obvious show of his desire that Wriothesley couldn't help but whine and encourage him by pulling his legs back even further, knees practically touching his shoulders as he closed his eyes, giving himself fully to his Alpha.
“Good boy,” Neuvillette growled as Wriothesley’s scent shifted to entice his mate further, and he moaned and flushed at the praise.
His soon-to-be mate leaned down over him, white hair falling around them. Wriothesley tangled his fingers loosely into it, little gasps punched out of him with each rough thrust, vision blurring as he was fucked so hard he couldn’t think. It was almost inhuman, the way Neuvillette pounded into him, and now that Wriothesley knew what he was—fuck that was so hot.
All he could do was lift his hips to give Neuvillette more, take his cock deeper, let himself get bred, his blunt nails dragging over the back of his Alpha’s shirt, grabbing the soft cotton in his fists.
“Yes,” he moaned, “fuck me, I want you, want your eggs, give me more, want you to get me pregnant again—”
Neuvillette snarled as he thrust, rutting in deep, that perfect, thick cock hitting all the spots that drove Wriothesley wild and sent sparks shooting up behind his eyes. He gushed more slick, could feel hot pleasure pulsing through him, his orgasm so close he could taste it, and he whined and whimpered and worked his hips.
Neuvillette leaned in closer, nosing at his jaw, then sliding down, scenting along the side of his neck as Wriothesley titled his head to give him more.
When Neuvillette reached his scent gland, he thrust in deep and shuddered, claws biting into Wriothesley’s hips, fangs sliding over that sensitive skin. Wriothesley's eyes went wide, his cock jumping, cunt clenching up, his entire body singing with pleasure at the mere implication.
“Please,” he breathed, closing his eyes as he tilted his head further to offer that precious spot to his Alpha, anticipation of the bond humming in his veins. “Make me yours.”
“You will be mine,” Neuvillette breathed, nuzzling his skin, scenting him again oh so gently, enough to leave Wriothesley trembling. “My Omega.”
Fangs sunk into Wriothesley’s skin without any further hesitation, biting down hard. Wriothesley's eyes rolled back in his head as he cried out, orgasm pulsing through him as Neuvillette rutted into his cunt.
Digging his heels into Neuvillette’s ass, Wriothesley held him there, and after one more shaky thrust, Neuvillette groaned into the bite and followed him over the edge.
It was ecstasy. Pure ecstasy, and Wriothesley’s eyes fluttered open, staring at nothing, utterly dazed. All he could feel, smell, taste, was Neuvillette. Neuvillette.
Holding him close, Wriothesley bared his own fangs, nuzzling the slope of his new mate’s neck. There, he sunk his teeth into that pale skin in turn, the perfect bond crackling through them both.
Wriothesley whined as the bond sealed, Neuvillette’s scent even stronger than before, a flood of emotions rushing through him—his mate’s need, his desperation, his overwhelming love—and another orgasm shook through them both as Neuvillette’s knot began to swell inside him.
He could feel Neuvillette spilling into him more fiercely than ever before, that flood of hot cum filling him up until his stomach swelled with it, claiming him utterly. Neuvillette's knot grew even thicker, too, pushing at Wriothesley’s inner walls and locking them together.
Even once they were tied, it kept expanding, growing more and more, until Wriothesley’s body strained around it, the pleasure coursing through him so intense and hot that he came again, clenching up hard around his mate’s cock and knot as he sobbed in unending pleasure.
“So big,” he whined as he tugged his fangs out of Neuvillette’s skin, dragging his tongue over the bloodied mark. “Fuck, your knot—”
Neuvillette only dug his fangs in deeper, growling as he started fucking into Wriothesley again.
Eyes rolling back in his head, Wriothesley arched his body, gave his mate more of his neck, and let out hiccuping little sobs of pleasure. Neuvillette fucked him so hard on his knot, nearly pulling out before shoving it in again, and Wriothesley saw stars every time. He didn’t think he’d ever felt anything so good.
“More,” he groaned, digging his heels harder into his mate’s ass, clawing at his back, rucking up his shirt and dragging him down. “Deeper, fuck, please—”
Neuvillette gasped against his skin as he finally let go, growling and purring as he cleaned the wound, sealing it with his saliva, scenting and nipping at the raw bond mark. That rough attention sent pleasure coursing through Wriothesley’s veins again, another orgasm hitting him hard, trembling through him and leaving him twitching and shaking.
“Beloved,” Neuvillette groaned, voice strained. “Mate.”
Wriothesley whined at that, clinging to him tighter. His mate was so deep, fuck his mate was so deep, Wriothesley could feel the head of Neuvillette’s cock bullying his cervix, bullying his womb, and every time Neuvillette fucked into him, it made the most delicious, wet sounds.
His mate was still spilling inside him, too, moaning against his skin and kissing his bond mark, filling him with more cum than he ever had before.
Rolling their hips together, Neuvillette groaned and strained above him, trying to fuck his cock in deeper even if he was already as deep as he could go, grinding himself into Wriothesley’s cunt, letting out choked up sounds against the side of Wriothesley’s neck as he spilled and spilled, dragging lips and tongue over Wriothesley’s skin to scent him.
“Beloved,” Neuvillette whispered again, nuzzling the line of his jaw. “My beloved mate. So good for me. Wriothesley you’re so—so good—”
One long-fingered hand found one of Wriothesley’s tits, squeezing it in his palm, thumb grinding into his pierced nipple, and Wriothesley gasped and moaned, arching his body up for more. “It’s sensitive,” he whined, but he grabbed the other one too, squeezing it as Neuvillette growled and kneaded his chest. “Sensitive because I’m full—so full of your eggs—your clutch—fuck, Neuvillette—Alpha—mate—”
Desperately, he pulled on Neuvillette’s hair, pulled at his shirt, straining to get him closer, their mutual need echoing through their nascent bond until they were both whimpering and whining, trying to pull each other closer, closer, impossibly close.
Wriothesley wrestled his mate out of his shirt, pulled his underpants down to claw at his ass, bit at his shoulder and neck and the lobe of his ear. Neuvillette growled and purred, fucked into him as he spilled the rest of his load, and wrapped his arms tight around Wriothesley, holding him up by the small of his back so that their abdomens pressed together. Like that, Wriothesley could grind his pregnant belly into his mate’s stomach, and it felt so good.
“Our babies,” he gasped, and Neuvillette groaned and nodded, nipping at his skin, one warm palm sliding over Wriothesley’s hip to brush the side of his belly.
“Ours,” he agreed softly.
Wriothesley’s cock twitched uselessly between them, having spilled only a tiny amount, his cunt still gushing slick, almost as much as when he was in heat.
As they came down slowly from their shared high, Neuvillette’s lips found his own again, and they moaned into their deep, aching kisses, Wriothesley’s nails pulling up along his mate’s spine, Neuvillette’s fingers dug into his hips, grabbing at his waist, then wrapping tight around him again.
Gently, Neuvillette let him go and Wriothesley relaxed back into the bed, knees still pulled back with Neuvillette settled between his thighs, knot buried deep inside. His mate cupped his cheek and Wriothesley cupped his in turn, their breath mingling.
“You’re mine, now,” Neuvillette whispered, scenting over his lips, “and I, yours.”
Wriothesley closed his eyes and purred, smiling up at him.
“My Omega. My mate. My Wriothesley.”
Wriothesley let out a soft whine, and in a moment of overwhelming affection, looped his arms around his mate’s neck and buried his face beneath the curtain of Neuvillette’s hair, kissing his skin over and over, down along his neck and shoulder.
“Yeah,” he breathed, nipping at him gently. “I’m all yours, sweetheart. All yours.”
Neuvillette thrummed at that, and in a show of strength Wriothesley sometimes forgot he had, sat back on his heels and pulled Wriothesley with him until he was seated in his mate’s lap. He groaned as Neuvillette’s heavy knot jostled inside him, pressing hard against his inner walls and sliding in a little deeper as he seated himself.
He wheezed, and Neuvillette thrummed, warm palms finding both of Wriothesley’s tits, soft lips kissing his neck as he squeezed Wriothesley’s plump, sensitive chest in his hands.
“Pregnant mate,” Neuvillette breathed against his skin, nuzzling and scenting him, and Wriothesley tangled his fingers loosely into his hair and coaxed him down. “Yeah... that... that feels really good, sweetheart.” He gasped, lifting himself up just a little bit before letting gravity carry him down again, feeling the way Neuvillette’s knot moved inside him, arching his tits into his mate’s hands.
Neuvillette purred louder, biting at the top of his chest, leaning down to nip gently at more of that soft fat and muscle, tongue dragging over one pierced nipple until Wriothesley shuddered and moaned.
“You like me like this?” Wriothesley breathed, letting out a little laugh. “I’m so full of you, sweetheart.” He took one of his mate’s hands tenderly by the wrist, pressing those warm, thin fingers over the curve of his distended belly. “Full of your eggs...” He leaned in, breathing it against his lips as he moved Neuvillette’s hand lower. “Your cum...” Neuvillette groaned softly, as Wriothesley moved his fingers lower still, until they pressed down just above his half-hard cock where he could feel the heavy bulge of his Alpha’s knot inside him. “Your massive knot.”
When Neuvillette let out a stuttering, breathless sound, Wriothesley moved his fingers up again, until they sat just below his navel. “I can feel your cock all the way up to here, pressing on your eggs inside me. Can you feel it, sweetheart? My body is all yours.” Wriothesley leaned in closer, nipping at his lips. “Every inch of me is yours. I have your marks all over my skin, too. You’ve claimed me inside and out.” Pulling gently on Neuvillette’s hair, Wriothesley scented over his cheek, nipping at his ear. “Everyone is going to know who I belong to, now. Who my Alpha is.”
Neuvillette let out a snarling, desperate sound, grabbing his hips and fucking up into him again.
Wriothesley grinned at the way he could feel his mate’s desire welling up inside him, stifling a moan. “Everyone,” he whispered, biting at his ear, teasing it with his tongue, “is going to know my big, strong Alpha got me pregnant without even trying. I bet I’ll have a whole new clutch inside me by the end of your—”
Neuvillette shoved him back down on the bed, the breath forced out of his lungs as he hit the mattress. Strong hands forced his legs back so fast Wriothesley wheezed, eyes rolling back into his skull as Neuvillette sat back and growled, pounding into his cunt as he stared down at Wriothesley. And if he wasn’t mistaken, it looked like Neuvillette’s eyes and rhinophores were beginning to glow.
Before he could think on it, his mate picked up the pace, nearly pulling his knot out while Wriothesley cried out before slamming it back in, over and over again. Wriothesley just whined and took it, sobbing in delight, tears at the corners of his eyes as he dug his fingers into the sheets and let his mate take.
He was trembling through orgasm after orgasm by the time Neuvillette thrust in deep and snarled as he spilled himself again, all that cum putting so much pressure on his belly, his muscles had begun to ache, and still Wriothesley found himself coming again as his mate filled him up.
“Sh-shit,” he gasped when Neuvillette finally stilled, growling in contentment, his cock shoved as deep as he could possibly manage.
Wriothesley’s cock hadn’t really grown hard again, just throbbed against his belly, dribbling a thin little stream of what small amount of cum his body could make.
His muscles twitched, exhaustion already pulsing through him, but with his Alpha in rut, he couldn’t imagine he’d be getting much rest. And, well, maybe it partly was his own fault for coaxing him into another round, anyway.
Neuvillette leaned over him, gasping for breath, and Wriothesley gently took him into his arms and against his chest, kissing his head and neck and shoulder as he purred.
“There you go,” he whispered. “Get it all out yet?”
“I—” Neuvillette nuzzled against his neck, scenting over his still-aching bond mark, and Wriothesley shivered and smiled. “I believe... for now. For now... yes.”
Wriothesley gently stroked his mate’s hair as Neuvillete began to purr.
“Thank you,” his mate breathed, shuddering against him.
“For what?” Wriothesley laughed softly. “You’re my mate now. Of course I’m going to take care of you.” He kissed his cheek and Neuvillette rumbled in contentment, scenting over his collarbones and the side of his neck. When his mate bit down, sucking another mark into his skin, Wriothesley only shuddered, gently stroking Neuvillette’s soft hair.
“Hey,” Wriothesley said after a few minutes, a flush brushing his cheeks as Neuvillette purred and scented him over and over. Wriothesley was purring, too. He couldn’t help it, now in the quiet as they lay tangled together, rolling gently onto their sides. “I was thinking... we should get married, right?”
Neuvillette lifted his head, pupils still blown wide, a little smile drawing across his face. “Is this your way of asking me?”
Wriothesley flushed darker at that, choking out an alarmed sound. “Well— I mean— that wasn’t what I meant, but—”
Neuvillette laughed softly, kissing the line of his jaw.
“Ah,” Wriothesley let out a slow breath and a little laugh of his own. “You were teasing me.”
“Of course. You needn’t fret.” His mate’s purr grew a little louder. “But... you told me once you weren’t certain about marriage. Bonding yes, but...” His fingers brushed Wriothesley’s arm, his other hand rubbing slow, soothing circles over his hip. “Would it please you, beloved? To be mine in the eyes of the law, as well?”
Wriothesley trembled beneath that bright, beautiful gaze, and smiled, leaning back to take in the sight of his mate, still flushed and in rut. “Yeah, it would.”
“Then you shall have a proposal worthy of you, perhaps when you least expect it.” There was a slight smile across Neuvillette’s face, his eyes glowing bright.
Wriothesley took in a short gasp and Neuvillette buried himself right back into the side of his neck, drinking in his sweet scent, his rumbling purrs rolling over Wriothesley like gentle waves across the shore.
He wrapped his arms loosely around Neuvillette’s neck, pulling him a little closer, nuzzling into his hair. “Pretty backwards, right?” He let out a low laugh. “Don’t people usually do this the other way? You know... get married, bond on your wedding night, get pregnant during your next shared cycle...”
Neuvillette snorted at him softly. “In my long years, I have come to realize there is no true right way to do anything. And for the two of us, an Omega more akin to an Alpha in build, and myself, not even an enigma but something else entirely... perhaps it suits us.”
“Yeah,” Wriothesley agreed softly, a small smile on his face. “Maybe it does.”
Something still bothered him, but Neuvillette’s hips slowly rolled against his own, rocking that knot tenderly inside him. It was so distracting, all he could do was lean his head back against the pillow and let out a shuddering breath as his mate rolled on top of him again, gently coaxing his thighs back. Neuvillette grunted, pushed in deep and spilled a little more.
“F-fuck,” Wriothesley whined, tangling his fingers tighter into Neuvillette’s hair and burying his face into the side of his Alpha’s neck, breathing in that sharp, strong scent of the deep sea.
He never wanted to leave. Could have stayed beneath him forever.
“Neuvillette,” he whispered when his mate settled down again, relaxing over him with a great sigh. “What are we going to do now?”
Neuvillette let out a questioning thrum, pressing more kisses to his neck and shoulder. “What do you mean, beloved?”
Wriothesley curled tighter around him, whining softly against his skin. A little note of distress curled through his otherwise sweet scent, as much as Neuvillette purred to try to soothe him.
“I mean... we’re still...” He frowned, pouting a little. “We live four and a half hours apart, Neuvillette. I’m pregnant with our children. We both have jobs...”
Neuvillette scented up along the side of his neck, his purrs growing in volume in an attempt to soothe. “Believe me,” he rumbled softly. “The longer we’ve been together, the more it grew apparent that we would bond, and the more thought I have given to this conundrum. Admittedly, I do have a proposal...”
“Do not say what I think you’re going to say,” Wriothesley began with a low growl. “You will not quit your job for me.”
Neuvillette leaned back to look at him, meeting his eyes. They really were glowing, beautiful in their brightness and the depth of emotion within. “I have worked for many years already,” he said softly, “and I have amassed quite a bit of savings...”
“Neuvillette...” Wriothesley gripped his shoulders. “No, you’re... no.” He shook his head. “You’re too important for that.”
“As if I would allow you to leave your position to become my Omega house-husband.” Neuvillette sniffed. “Unless that is truly what you desire...”
“Actually...” Wriothesley gently ran his hands down his mate’s upper arms, squeezing them and rubbing his thumbs over smooth, pale skin. “I did have one idea... not that I really want to leave Meropide, but...”
Neuvillette raised one pale eyebrow, quiet as he waited, taking Wriothesley in.
“Maybe... I could move my business to Fontaine... I don’t have many clients right now, and they might be willing to meet over video call. And since my work sometimes ends up tied to the court anyway...”
“You would do that?” Neuvillette asked, soft and hopeful. He narrowed his eyes. “Are you certain?”
Wriothesley shrugged. “My apartment isn’t in great shape. I love Meropide but I only have a few friends here. So...” He sighed, dragging Neuvillette close again. “You know what, let’s talk about it more later, when you don’t smell like you’re going to pounce me again at any second.”
Neuvillette laughed into his hair, pressing warm kisses to his temple, his cheek, his jawline, his throat. Wriothesley leaned his head back and let him, sighing as he closed his eyes.
“It is a tempting idea...” Neuvillette muttered against his skin, and Wriothesley smiled. “But you’re right. We will figure it out, I’m certain of it. For now, I...” He breathed, and Wriothesley pulled his mate’s face into the crook of his neck, shuddering as Neuvillette nosed at the mark of their bond written upon his skin.
“Want me?” Wriothesley asked with a slight smile of his own, pressing feather-light kisses to his mate’s temple.
“Yes,” Neuvillette groaned, a low aching sound that sent a shudder through Wriothesley’s body.
“Then have me.”
Neuvillette leaned up over him, their hips rolling together, and Wriothesley pulled him down into a deep, hungry kiss. All that mattered right now was that they were here, together. Bonded, mated. They would enjoy their vacation, would indulge in each other for the extent of Neuvillette’s rut, and when it came time to return home... yes, he had no doubt that they would manage, that the two of them would find a solution and finally live together, have their children together.
It was, after all, what both of them wanted more than anything, and the deep sense of love racing through their nascent bond made that more clear than ever before.