Slow Birth

by Leta Blake

  “That’s good,” Jason said. “Just let me inside.” Carefully, he curled his fingers and made a fist inside Vale’s body—a simulacrum of a knot. Vale’s muscles released and he collapsed onto the sofa, spasms wracking him as he came. “That’s my perfect omega,” Jason praised.

  Vale trembled and shook on his fist, and Jason pumped it slowly, twisting his wrist, and working over the swollen slick glands. He knew that Vale needed the fullness of his knot and the alpha pheromones released when he knotted, but this could help alleviate the pain of his swollen glands, help him come, and keep him from being in too much pain.

  In the meantime, Jason’s mind frantically searched for a solution to the condom problem. He considered and discarded each household item and fabric he might fashion into makeshift condoms. There was the aluminum foil that he’d brought. He could wrap it tightly around… But, no, that couldn’t be safe. It was metal after all. A rubber glove? He considered whether there might be one or two under the kitchen sink to wear when washing dishes. He’d have to check later.

  “Wolf-god, darling,” Vale murmured. “Harder. More.”

  Jason worked his arm in and out, twisting his wrist and angling against the omega glands with his knuckles. Vale’s legs trembled and shook, and his anus spasmed along with the muscled depths of his insides. He crooned and cried out, already too far gone to worry about what came next.

  No, that was Jason’s job as alpha.

  He was relieved when the wave passed without needing his knot to drive it away, and he helped Vale up onto the sofa, shaking and disoriented as he was, while he went to wash his hands and check the kitchen for rubber gloves and the thin plastic wrap that could be used to cover sandwiches.

  There were neither. He sat at the kitchen table, obscured by a divider from Vale’s resting place on the couch, and put his head in his hands. Tears welled in his eyes. He needed to find something—anything to protect Vale. He rose and went down the hall to their luggage, sorting through their clothing, looking for something with a thick enough weave to catch at least some of his semen. But the way alphas unloaded as they knotted, the force, the amount…he knew it wouldn’t be enough.

  Giving up, he opened the First Aid kit and took out the two condoms inside. He’d delay using them as long as possible. But he knew it was only a matter of time before he had to choose between letting Vale suffer and possibly impregnating him.

  He hoped he was strong enough to listen to the screams. He had to be. There was no other choice.

  Four hours later, they’d moved into the bedroom for comfort. Jason was exhausted, and Vale was barely satisfied.

  Jason’s arm muscles ached from pumping his fist in and out of Vale’s body, and his unrelieved cock drooled incessantly on the floor. He was aching all over to do what nature intended—impale Vale on his cock, fuck him until they were both wrecked with lust and pleasure, and then knot him as he pumped his cum into Vale’s waiting womb.

  Speaking of his womb, it had dropped. Jason felt it sucking at his knuckles as he moved his fist up and down in Vale, open and ready for the head of his alpha cock to push inside. Vale shuddered on his wrist, shivering as Jason used his knuckles to tease the mouth of his womb, sending him into tremors and runs of orgasms.

  Jason kissed Vale’s inner thighs, watching as slick pulsed out around his wrist and soaked into the sheets. The heady scent of slick and Vale’s cum rose around them, and he rutted his cock against the mattress, fighting against the urge to withdraw his fist, and replace it with his dick.

  Vale was delirious now. He clearly ached with dissatisfaction. So far, Jason’s fisting had prevented his screams of pain and agony, but it wasn’t going to last. Jason could feel the ramping up of the heat, the unrelieved pressure building as he denied Vale his knot and the pheromones that went with it. He needed to use one of the condoms soon, but he kept holding back, waiting until the pain began again. It wouldn’t be long now. He could sense the building need in Vale. And that unsatisfied demand overflowed into seductive, anxious omega bed talk—all inhibitions lost in the drive to get Jason’s knot.

  “That’s it darling,” Vale whimpered, green eyes glimmering with arousal. “Feel that?”

  Jason kissed Vale’s thigh again and nodded.

  “Push into me. More. Please.”

  Jason shoved his fist against the mouth of Vale’s womb and moaned as it sucked and grabbed at him. Vale tried to hunch down against Jason’s fist, wanting it in deeper, wanting him to penetrate his womb and force more orgasms from him. But Jason knew it would never satisfy him like a knot, and he’d never put his fist in there before. For all he knew, it wasn’t safe or might hurt him. He held back.

  “Don’t you want to fill me up?” Vale asked breathlessly.

  Jason gasped. “Yes, yes.”

  “Show me. Show me how much do you want me. Now.”

  Jason’s cock jerked, and he rubbed his cheek along Vale’s thigh, scenting him and holding out against his instincts. “Not yet.”

  “Now, please Jason, now,” Vale pleaded, voice going wobbly and tears filling his eyes. “Please. Please. I need it. I need it. It hurts.”

  Jason bit his cheek and squeezed his eyes closed. He worked his fist into Vale harder and faster, letting out a stream of breath when Vale clenched up around him and came, cursing and sobbing, whimpering and begging Jason for his knot.

  “Not enough,” Vale said, coming down from the orgasm. “Not enough. Knot me. Please, if you love me at all—”

  “Baby, I love you. You’re my everything. I have to save the condoms.”

  “Now, Jason. Now. Oh, fuck, wolf-god, now, now, now.” Vale’s head tossed back and forth on the bed. His asshole went tight around Jason’s wrist as sweat poured off him in a fresh wave. He screamed, his muscles going rigid, and Jason cursed, locked inside Vale until this misery passed. He should have gone ahead and knotted him. He should have listened. He’d failed his omega, his Érosgápe, his Vale.

  Jason murmured and soothed, tears pricking his own eyes as Vale screamed and shook, convulsing in horrific torment on Jason’s hand. And then, finally, after far too long and way too much anguish, Vale fell back on the mattress in a swoon, releasing his grip around Jason’s arm. Jason slowly, carefully pulled his hand free. A wealth of sweet-smelling slick rushed after it. He sat at the foot of the bed forlornly, watching as Vale’s unconscious and now very pale form sucked in harsh, stuttery breaths—his limbs still twitching in pain.

  “I’m sorry,” Jason whispered, though Vale couldn’t hear him. “I’ll give you what you need.”

  He grabbed the first of the two condoms. He tore open the packet and gasped. The condom inside was dry and flaky. He pulled it free, and it fell apart in his fingers. “No, no, no.”

  He ripped open the second condom, and horror clogged his throat as it also came apart in his hands. The packages indicated that the condoms were six years old, and the material used wasn’t meant to last longer than three. He threw the wrappers across the room, a scream of dread and grief forcing its way from his mouth.

  Vale twitched and moaned. Jaw tight, and the hand of fear squeezing his heart, Jason climbed up the bed to lay where Vale could see him when he woke. He stroked Vale’s cheek gently, and when finally Vale did open his eyes, Jason almost started crying. He had failed his Érosgápe. He’d failed Vale. And it hurt so much to witness the wash of relief in Vale’s eyes as he saw him.

  “Thank wolf-god, Jason,” Vale rasped. “I need you. It hurts so much. I can’t take it. Help me. Please.”

  “Shh, baby. You don’t have to beg.” Jason felt like a liar saying that, though, because he’d already made Vale beg, and then been forced to watch him suffer. To scream and twist in pain—to convulse with agony instead of pleasure. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t watch another second of it, couldn’t listen to that pain. He was weak. He was too soft for that. “Vale…”

  “Jason, please help me.”

  “Baby, the condoms—”

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sp; “I don’t care,” Vale said. “I don’t care anymore. Just please make it stop.” His eyes filled with tears. “I can’t do it. I’m too old to handle it. I’m scared.”

  Jason’s throat closed. No more. No more of that. He climbed between Vale’s legs and positioned his hard, dripping cock. He was too frightened and numb even to feel the pleasure when he first pressed in, though the heat and friction soothed the part of him that needed this, too.

  “Ohhhhh, yessssss,” Vale hissed as Jason forced his cock past the swollen slick glands and over his prostate. Vale’s eyes rolled up, and he smiled in relief as he felt the familiar length and breadth of Jason’s cock. His legs trembled around Jason’s waist, and his passage rippled with an orgasm. “Darling, yes, oh, thank you. Thank you.”

  Jason buried his head against Vale’s neck, breathing in his scent, tears pricking his eyes. He’d betrayed Vale. He was condomless and on the verge of doing something neither of them had ever wanted, something Vale had almost walked away from their special bond to avoid—he was about to breed his omega.

  Jason whimpered, horrified by the smell of Vale’s pain laced with need and lust, and when Vale began to twist with the beginnings of pain again, he began to thrust determinedly. Wolf-god, this wasn’t how he’d ever dreamed of this moment—raw and sweet inside Vale’s heat-open body. But it was the only way. He couldn’t let Vale suffer for a moment more.

  The heat of Vale’s body grew intense, and the grip of his passage so strong and perfect. Friction mounted—his cock massaged by swollen slick glands, and the convulsions of Vale’s inner walls as he obtained pleasure after pleasure, orgasms rolling through him with the ease of all omegas in heat. Jason knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, either. He didn’t even want to. He’d made Vale wait far too long already, let him hurt, and he wasn’t going to allow him to ache for a moment more.

  “Please! Knot me,” Vale groaned, lifting his ass to capture Jason’s cock with every desperate thrust. “I want it. I want it so much, darling. Please. Oh, please.”

  The begging was more than Jason could take, and he held Vale’s lithe body tight as he rutted into him, fast, hard, delirious, and without any care now except to get his knot.

  Vale’s wails of pleasure rose around him, and the shudders of his body were all ecstasy and bliss. Jason rode Vale’s convulsions easily before shoving deep inside. He yelled as the head of his cock pushed past the clingy, soft mouth of Vale’s womb, and the violent understanding that he was flesh-to-flesh, cock-to-womb in Vale’s body rocked him to the core. His cockhead massaged by the strong convulsions of Vale’s muscled womb, Jason unloaded wad after wad of thick semen with a shout of pleasure.

  Vale cried out, too, reaching down to hold Jason’s ass and drag him in as deeply as possible. His own orgasms ravaged him—womb and anal and penile all at once. Cum burst from his cock to paint his and Jason’s stomachs and chests. All his muscles tensed and released in pulsing rhythm. Vale was wild with pleasure, and he screamed with joy. The delicious burst of Vale’s pheromones responding to Jason’s knotting scents filled Jason’s nose and reassured him that the cries were sheer bliss, not a return of the pain.

  Jason’s knot grew quickly, locking them together, and he groaned as it filled up Vale’s muscled passage. Vale’s internal spasms gripped his knot and forced him to release jet after jet of cum right into Vale’s fertile womb.

  Jason quaked and quivered, losing himself in the perfection of coming inside his Érosgápe—of joining himself with Vale, and the knowledge that he was truly, for the first time, naked inside his womb. When Jason came back from that mind-blowing high, reality hit him like a train. The panic of what might happen next replaced the bliss of joining. Trembling overtook him, and he willed his knot to go down so that he could withdraw and wash the semen from Vale’s body. But to no avail. They were together until his body let them release, and by then…

  Vale’s fingers gently stroked his back. Jason stayed buried deep in Vale’s womb, feeling the twitching of it around his cockhead, and the trembling of Vale’s passage on his knot. He became aware of Vale’s stillness beneath him, the realization of what had taken place evident in Vale’s slight tension and silence.

  “I’m sorry,” Jason finally whispered, unable to get enough words around the violent lump in his throat to say more, to explain about the condoms, to beg Vale to forgive him.

  “I’m not,” Vale murmured. “You feel so beautiful. I never thought I’d feel this—the heat of your cum in my womb, the softness of your flesh in mine.”

  Jason collapsed against Vale, his knot swollen, and he bit at Vale’s shoulders, trying to hold back his tears, but they came anyway. Sobs ripped out of him like torn hunks of his flesh, and each jolt of his heartbreak rubbed his knot inside Vale’s sensitive body and sent him into spasms of pleasure.

  Beneath him, breathless and shaking, Vale wrapped his arms around Jason, brushing soothing strokes down his back. “Baby alpha, you have to be strong for me. We have days of this left.”

  Jason nodded against Vale’s shoulder, tears still leaking from his eyes as he lifted up and peered down into Vale’s face. “I have you, Vale. Don’t be scared.”

  Vale touched his face, wiping the tears off his cheek. “Yes, you’ve got me. And I’m not scared, I promise.” He smiled sweetly. “I’m with you.”

  Jason broke down again, his sobs once again sending Vale into a frenzy of physical pleasure. “Oh, wolf-god, Jason, I can’t stop. I’m sorry. Just…oh, oooohhhh.”

  It took long minutes before Jason could get his heart in enough check that Vale could finally calm on his knot again. Eyes glassy with pleasure and exhaustion, Vale gazed up at him when the sobs receded. He reached up and wiped at the tears leaking down Jason’s face. “Don’t cry, darling. What’s done is done. Let’s enjoy this since we can’t stop it.”

  Jason nodded, determined not to burden Vale with his hideous guilt. “I love you.”

  “I’m not scared, Jason. Do you feel how good we are?” Vale murmured, tensing slightly beneath Jason. “You deep in my womb. Me receiving you. The beginning and the end.”

  “Not the end,” Jason gritted out, shaking his head.

  Vale’s shiny eyes softened. “No, darling. Not the end.”

  Jason smiled down at him, trying to be strong like Vale asked. Yet he couldn’t stop crying entirely until his knot had softened. As he carefully pulled out, appalled to see the huge gush of semen from Vale’s gaping hole, he swallowed back the last of his tears and carefully inserted his fingers in Vale to help ease him down until the next wave hit.

  “I love you. And I’m not scared either.” Jason’s voice trembled.

  Vale laughed, and that sweet, familiar sound held all the fear that had gripped both of their hearts. “Of course, you’re not.” He smiled wryly, obviously humoring Jason. “You’re my strong, fearless alpha. My everything.”

  “And you’re my everything,” Jason whispered in reply.

  The words hung between them, huge and true, and Jason didn’t know how he was going to live without Vale if he fell pregnant from this heat. His mind went to Urho and his handling of unwanted pregnancies for omegas, and Jason’s pater who had connections with the pharmacist in the Calitan district. There were other options no matter what happened. Scary options, but they’d get through them together.

  They had to.

  Suddenly Vale groaned, and squirmed beneath him, “Oh, fuck. Here it comes again.” He gripped Jason’s chin and said desperately. “Please, Jason, relish it. Take my body and enjoy it. Don’t taint this beautiful thing we’re sharing with fear for a future outcome that might not even happen.”

  Jason kissed his collarbones and his throat and his jaw. Vale was right. There was no guarantee that he would fall pregnant. He was, after all, a bit older than most, and these unexpected heats were often a sign of decreased fertility. It might be that he was scared for nothing. He should take Vale’s advice. Feel this beautiful union fully. Revel in it becaus
e they might never get to experience it again for a lot of reasons.

  Vale arched. “Oh, it’s back. Wolf-god, darling, please. Make me come again.”

  So, Jason, terrified and more in love than ever, did.

  PART TWO

  City Pregnancy

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Dr. Urho Chase was being his usual uptight, rigid self, and really, Jason had no idea how Vale had ever let the man fuck him for fun, much less handle his heats. Jason’s jaw clenched hard. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. Jason was fragile at the moment—scared and hurt. Alpha expression fairly lived beneath his skin, just looking for a reason to lash out.

  Vale sat in the wing-backed chair in his study, the one he and Jason had first fucked in, sealing their bond, and breaking all the protocols of the time. Fucking like that without a contract had been reckless. He’d been reckless, and it seemed he still was. A clear pattern was establishing itself in their lives together. He didn’t deserve Vale as his omega, his beloved.

  “Jason,” Vale said sharply. “Please stop pacing. You’re making me feel sick.”

  Instantly, Jason stopped and dropped to his knees by Vale’s side. He took Vale’s hand and asked, “Do you want some fizzy water? I’ll get it for you. With lemon?”

  “No. I want you to be still.” Vale’s fingers sank into Jason’s hair, and he combed through it soothingly as he eyed Urho where he waited, obviously anxious underneath his condescending attitude. “So, that’s where we stand,” Vale went on, having been the one to tell Urho everything about their trip, his unexpected heat, and the apparent consequences because Jason was too horrified and overcome to talk about it even now. “What are our options?”