10. My Alpha

NICO

I was supposed to go into heat a few days after our wedding, which meant Charles would breed me on our honeymoon. The significance of what we were about to do wasn't lost on me. In fact, I might have gotten too immersed in certain fantasies about my upcoming marriage and heat.

We'd been using the milking machine regularly on top of our frequent nursing sessions. I was so used to it now that the mere sight of the little box made me wet and impatient. The orgasms I'd had with those suction cups pulling on my nipples couldn't compare to anything I'd ever experienced. One time, I'd nearly fainted.

I couldn't wait to see how it would feel during a heat wave, let alone a breeding.

The only complication was the effect the machine had on my chest. I liked how I looked, and my fiancé was especially articulate when it came to his appreciation of my body. But I also had to wear specialized underwear to support my enlarged pectorals. Charles loved the lace and corsets that exposed my pecs, but I saved that kind of lingerie for the bedroom. With the current size of my nipples, I needed more practical undershirts in public.

Three days before the wedding, I visited my physician for a pre-heat check-up. I was nervous about it because, seeing my pecs, he would be able to tell something wasn't right. No omega had such huge nipples just from nursing.

Dr. Reed listened to my heart and felt around my pectorals. I noticed his eyebrows go up when he took in the state of my nipples, but he didn't comment on them. Then he asked me to climb onto the chair so he could check the mouth to my womb and take a slick sample.

Fifteen minutes later, I was dressed, reassembling my dignity after being perched on the stirrups. Dr. Reed returned with my results.

"Everything looks normal. Your heat will start in seven days. Are you and your fiancé planning another child?"

"Yes, we are."

"Based on your hormone levels and the position of the mouth to your womb, you should have no trouble conceiving. I see you are still lactating. I remember you expressed some worries about that the last time you were here before the summer. Is it still bothering you?"

I opened my mouth, then closed it. The old doctor eyed me with a smile. When I didn't say anything, he patted my hand soothingly.

"If you stimulate your nipples in a manner similar to chestfeeding, you'll continue lactating. But it's nothing dangerous."

"I'm…aware of that."

"Good. Any questions?"

There was one. My cheeks heated. "Um. My lactation."

"Yes?"

"It's…uh…become a part of our sex life. With my fiancé."

"There's nothing wrong with that. As long as you consented to it?" He looked at me over his glasses.

Would he interpret my hesitance to tell him as something ominous? "I did consent," I assured him quickly. "Enthusiastically."

That made him grin. "I hear it's a pleasant practice."

"It is. But when I have my second child, I'll chestfeed again. Our sex life will have to change, right?"

"Maybe. When you're chestfeeding a newborn, you might want to abstain from sexual practices that can excessively drain your pectorals or cause strain to your nipples."

He eyed my chest meaningfully.

In other words, no spanking my tits once our second child was born, and the milking machine might have to go into the closet.

The disappointment on my face must have been obvious.

"Nicolas, there's no need for you and your future husband to not continue doing the things you both like during sex. Quite the opposite. With children in the picture, maintaining an enjoyable sex life can be a challenge. Don't censor yourself. Be a little more careful, yes, but keep doing what you both like. Your body produces as much milk as needed. When your child is fed and asleep, there'll always be some left for your husband."

My face was burning from embarrassment.

"Oh, and during pregnancy, there's no need for restraint," he added and winked.

"Thank you, Dr. Reed. I appreciate your openness."

"I can tell you've been using a pump of some kind. Have you ever had problems with sensitive skin or fissures on your nipples?"

I gaped, then swallowed. Would he reprimand me after all? But he was still smiling. "Rarely. My fiancé is mindful of that."

"Good. Good. I can recommend a balm for you to use after the more strenuous activities, but often, smearing your nipples with chest milk is the best."

"That's what I've been doing." And cum helped, too. But I was not telling the good doctor that .

He turned on his chair and got back to his computer. He typed something while he continued talking in a casual tone. "After using milking devices and other sex toys, maintain a rigorous cleanup routine. If you engage in bondage and impact play in the area of your pectorals, less is more. Keep to the toys that have merely skin-deep effects. Nipple clamps shouldn't stay on longer than a few minutes at a time. With a minor injury like a small bruise on your pectoral or a fissure on your nipple, keep milking regularly, just lower the setting on the device, or go over to nursing only for a few days. Avoid tight undergarments, binding your chest, and heavy backpacks with a chest strap. Three nursing or milking sessions a day are usually enough to retain good lactation over many years. If you ever have a bruise larger than two inches, a painful lump in your pectoral, or blood in your milk, call my office."

Was he for real? Did omega doctors have some specialized kink training? "Erm. That's good to know."

"Wonderful. Then I guess we're done for today."

"Yes. Thank you."

Lifting his eyes from his screen, he beamed at me. "Good luck, Nicolas. And congratulations on your upcoming wedding."

I left the doctor's office in a daze.

Charles was proud of his newly acquired superpower—putting Benji to sleep. It must have been something in his calm but huge presence that made my son turn into an angel in the evenings. A sleepy angel.

I was quietly sorting through Benji's freshly laundered clothes in the upstairs living room when I heard a quiet melody. At first, I thought Charles was playing music on his phone for Benji. But then I crept to the bedroom door and peeked in. My scary alpha boss was sitting on the bed, singing to my baby boy. Stunned, I listened to the oldie tune sung in Charles's deep raspy voice, quiet but powerful. He didn't notice me. His gaze was pinned on Benji's face. Benji was already in la-la land, surrounded by his favorite plushie dragons in rainbow colors. Charles moved one of the toys farther away from Benji's nose and adjusted the blanket.

"Good night, Benjamin," he murmured and kissed Benji's forehead.

I tiptoed away before he could see me spying on him. I had to wipe my eyes.

Later in the evening, I told Charles about Dr. Reed.

"I like your kink doctor," Charles said. "Will he be keeping an eye on you during the pregnancy?"

"Yes."

"Great. Then I'll meet him."

"Promise you won't embarrass me in front of him."

"Did he seem like he found our sex life embarrassing?"

"No. But he sounded like he'd love to know more about it."

"Well, too bad. Because I'm not telling him about the scandalous way we plan to conceive our second child."

Smiling, I kissed his scruffy cheek.

Under his dirty promise, I heard another important message. Charles already thought of Benji as his.

"I heard you singing to Benji. You have a lovely voice."

"Oh. Um." I'd never seen Charles blush before. He looked adorable. "It seems he likes it."

"He likes you ."

His blush deepened, and he looked at our intertwined hands. "You've let me get to know Benjamin, risking a lot for my sake. I'm not taking anything for granted. You have a wonderful family, Nico. I even like your papa, no matter how much he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you."

"He doesn't like me either, but that's not my point. I respect his reasons. What I want to say is this—you've given me a chance to be a part of your life. A part of your family. When I watched Benji falling asleep this evening, I realized what a grand gift it was."

I wanted to tell him I loved him, but my voice didn't work. Damn him for making me cry twice in one evening.

I'd never dreamed of a big wedding. The quiet ceremony with our closest friends and family present was perfect for us. Early in the evening, we left them in the good hands of Charles's staff and the catering company, and my husband whisked me away on our honeymoon.

Tonight, he wasn't my sir, and I wasn't his obedient assistant. We didn't play any games. He covered my body with kisses, lingering in places like the creases between my thighs and groin, the base of my spine, and the undersides of my pecs. He made love to my hole for ages, licking and sucking until I sobbed into the pillow. When I nursed him, he stroked my chest and hips, looking up at me with devotion.

Finally, we were joined, his cock deep inside me, his lips on mine, his fingers in my hair.

"I don't deserve you, Nico. But I will make you happy. I swear."

"I am happy. I'm delirious."

"I love you, my darling. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, my alpha. Kiss me while you come inside me."

We came together, gasping into each other's mouths.

I'd never been so blissfully happy as when Charles held me afterward, playing with the ring on my finger, telling me how he'd desired me over the years.

"When I first saw you, I got angry," he said.

"I remember that scowl."

"It took me a while to understand that it was fear making me upset. I was afraid of how much I wanted you, and I thought I could never have you. You looked so fragile and so damned young. I felt like a criminal every time my gaze dropped to your ass. I tried not looking at you at all, but it was torture."

I asked him to tell me about the dirty fantasies he'd had about me.

At first, he laughed, calling me nosy, but then he whispered them to me, even the crudest ones. Even the ones he said made him feel ashamed and guilty.

"When you were pregnant, I jerked off to the vision of your belly. I wanted you naked at my feet, mouth open like a baby bird, with your big fat stomach and tits exposed, begging for my cum. Those were my most shameful moments. You were vulnerable, heavily pregnant, and so tired. And I thought of which humiliating orders I could give you and how I could watch you blush, how you'd look riding me, and how I would love to put my entire fist into your ass and finger the mouth to your womb until you orgasmed so hard you'd go into labor."

The idea of getting fisted made my heart pound. We could do that during my heat. "We'll do those things. Everything."

"But first, I need to knock you up, my sweet husband."

I bit my lip. An idea occurred to me, and Charles loved role-playing. So I said, "Please, sir. Impregnate me."

Chuckling, he rolled on top of me, and we got ourselves a second round with lots of lovely dirty talk about how I'd soon be bred.

The first heat wave was mild, with a slow buildup. Charles hooked me up to the milking machine and spanked me. The suction cups pulling on my nipples, the sting of Charles's hand on my ass, the growing emptiness in me, slick running down my balls… When he knotted me, I came with every cell of my being. Then I lay in his arms, full of his knot, the machine buzzing, and Charles upped the intensity. He fisted my cock and stroked it in sync with the suction on my nipples. Being milked hard while knotted became my new favorite thing.

Now my second heat wave was merely starting, but already I felt torturously empty.

"Please, sir. Please!"

He gave me his fingers, and I wailed with frustration. I needed his cock! His knot!

"Hush. You'll do as you're told."

He worked with his fingers inside me, three or four? I couldn't tell. Pulling on my rim, he widened my passage, but further inside, I was hollow.

The milking machine buzzed louder, and my pecs tingled from the intense suction. The added weight of the cups and tubes tugged my nipples down, and when I squirmed, I felt the pull deep inside my muscles. I loved that sensation.

I rocked on Charles's hand, making the cups sway.

"Let's check if my horny animal is ready for breeding."

Oh sweet God. Check? How?

But before I could come up with a single thought, his entire hand was burrowing inside me.

I screamed from the sudden overwhelming pressure. It felt like a knot, except his hard knuckles rubbed my insides, and during the strong heatwave, it was paradise.

"I'm coming! Fuuuck! I'm coming!"

"Yes, you are. Fisted and milked. You're such a nasty little nympho, aren't you?"

Yes, yes, I am. A nympho. A slut. An animal in heat. Milked like cattle.

Charles's fingers touched the mouth of my womb, and I lost my voice. The orgasm raged through me like a storm when he prodded around.

Then he pushed a finger straight into the passage to my womb.

I gasped, my eyes rolling into my head. My entire nervous system seemed to collapse into that spot where my husband was forcefully opening me up so he could breed me.

"You're ripe, sweet darling. I'll take my fist out, and next, I'll shove my dick in. I'll knock you up hard. I'll fuck your womb and fill you to the brim. That's what you want?"

I couldn't reply. I groaned, waves of boiling pleasure crashing over me.

Abruptly, it stopped.

With a loud smacking noise, Charles pulled his hand out. My ass felt like a fucking crater, so big, so empty…

"Breed me! Oh please! Breed me now!"

In the next second, he grabbed me by my hips and mounted me. He crouched behind me, swinging his hips hard enough to send me forward on the floor. The machine pulled on my pecs to the point of pain, and I fucking loved it.

I shrieked.

He went all in. With his cockhead nestled in the channel to my womb, he snarled like a predator.

"Take it all. Every drop."

He was as rough as he'd ever been with me, and with every punishing thrust, he sent me higher and higher to the sky. My womb hurt, but the pain was exhilarating. The tip of his cock reached deeper, and my core seized around it.

Charles swore. He didn't pull out anymore. He stayed there, as deep as he'd ever been inside me, and rutted against my ass.

Abruptly, the room quieted. The milk bottle must have been full because the machine stopped, and as the suction ceased, the cups slid down my nipples.

Poised above the precipice, I held my breath.

And then, soothing balm flooded my womb. Charles's cum, breeding me.

He came in waves, each shudder and jerk of his cock in me bringing a fresh load of cum. My womb sucked it in, and the deep fulfillment registered in my brain.

Together with the overwhelming pleasure, I felt the inimitable ecstasy of the soul. My body had accomplished its purpose, and my brain sparkled with joy.

Charles cupped my chest and rolled us to the side.

"I'm not done," he whispered. He thrust with the knot, and a wave of tingles spread through my middle. "I'll make you come a hundred times more."

He grabbed my elongated nipples and began pulling on them roughly as if they were cow's teats. I cried out. It hurt, but the pain brought me new energy, and I arched in his lap, impaling myself as much as I could. His knot pulsated with yet another release.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you!" Was I getting delirious? Who cared? This was nirvana!

"Good horny slut, milked dry and full of my cum. That's it. Your womb is like a fucking vacuum. It sucks my dick like a hungry mouth. So greedy."

"Fuck it. Fuck it every day. I'm your greedy slut. I live for your cum. Breed me again. Please, sir. Knock your slut up."

He bit my neck and squeezed my nipples hard, and his knot throbbed anew.

"You're such a dirty whore, Nicolas. You should be ashamed of yourself."

That made fireworks explode in my brain and body.

I couldn't count my orgasms. It must have been mere minutes, but I felt lost in the ecstatic dream forever. In that dream, I was my husband's dirty whore, with my womb open for his dick and no will of my own. He ruled over me and did as he pleased with me. I lived for sex; nothing else mattered to me. I was lustful and depraved, and he punished me for my perpetual horniness in the most delicious ways.

At some point, I must have passed out.

When I woke up, I lay in Charles's arms, my head on his broad chest. My pecs felt warm but my swollen nipples were cool. He must have smeared them with some balm while I'd been asleep. A small plug sat in my ass, keeping his cum in.

I hummed. My entire body was buzzing with endorphins.

"This is so nice."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

Charles sneaked a hand between us and stroked my belly, rubbing slow circles over where my womb nestled.

"How does it feel in here?" he asked, a smile in his voice.

"Sated. Fulfilled. Marvelous."

"I wasn't too rough?"

I glanced up at him and grinned. "It was filthy, rough, and absolutely perfect."

"You're full of surprises, my sweetest. Who would have thought that my polite and composed assistant was so kinky? And now I've gotten you pregnant while milking your tits and calling you a dirty whore."

I blushed and bit my lip. "I liked it."

He laughed. "Of course you did."

As my lazy brain slowly woke up, I realized what had happened.

"You've gotten me pregnant," I repeated.

Charles rubbed his warm palm over my swollen belly. "Yes." He massaged it and kissed down my chest until he was poised above me, his face right by my belly button. He brushed his lips below it. "I can't wait until you're all big with my baby in you."

I weaved my fingers into his hair. Something magnificent was happening to me, but I couldn't process it with my heat-muddled mind. I was blissfully happy, and that was all.

And horny. Always horny. Charles's cum was up my womb, and I felt drugged as if it were an aphrodisiac. My cock hardened, and Charles began licking it like a popsicle. I watched, dazed with desire, as the slow swipes of his tongue up the underside brought out drops of precum from me.

"Can we do something else during the next heat wave?" I asked in a whisper.

Charles kissed my slit. "What do you have in mind?"

"I had this fantasy years ago."

"Yes?"

"That I suddenly went into heat at the office…and you were there. We knew you could get me pregnant, but we couldn't help ourselves."

"Hm. I wonder what I'd do if my little assistant sat by my desk, taking notes, and suddenly started leaking heated slick all over the chair. Would I be able to stop myself from pouncing and knocking him up?"

"Can we do that?"

Charles smiled mischievously and pinched my nipple. "I love your dirty mind. Have some rest first, shower, and dress properly. Then we go to my home office."

I grinned. We were going to play.