Nicky was glad that he had spent some time cleaning up their suite, setting out scented candles and pulling out their favourite massage oil, because King Yusuf certainly looked tired when he came back after a long day of meetings and hearing commoners’ petitions.
Nicky knew he always tried so hard to listen to all of them and find fair solutions—that, after all, was how they had met. Nicolò had been nothing but an omega farm boy who had come to beg the young king for help. Nicky‘s father had recently died and Nicky and his omega mother were about to be thrown off of their own property because of antiquated inheritance laws requiring there to be an alpha or beta heir to inherit certain kinds of land. Nicky’s pleading and his eloquent arguments had not only caused Yusuf to immediately reform the laws in question, but had sparked a more particular interest, and before he had known it, a royal carriage was arriving at the di Genova farmhouse asking if “master Nicolò” would accept to join the king for a private dinner. Five months of courting, an enthusiastic blessing given by Nicolò’s mother, and yet another legal reform to allow the king to marry a commoner later, they were married in a ceremony that brought tears to most of the court’s eyes. Everyone, from the lords and ladies to the palace staff to which he was always so kind had immediately fallen in love with Nicky, and the whole kingdom rejoiced when the young royal couple announced their first pregnancy.
“How was your day?” Nicky asked, lifting himself out of the chair with difficulty to try and help Joe get undressed out of his heavy court clothes and into a simple dressing gown. Joe greeted him with a tender kiss, his hands going to cup the immense swell of Nicky’s belly. “Better now that I am with you, my love, my heart. How are you feeling? Is the child giving you any trouble?”
“No trouble at all,” Nicky answered. It had been a remarkably easy pregnancy, other than the fact that he felt like he was constantly burning with desire for Yusuf. Just that afternoon, while the king was holding court, Nicky had brought himself off three times, kneeling on their bed with his heavy belly beneath him and one of his favourite toys as deep as it would go, desperately wishing that it was his husband. He had hoped for the real thing that night, but he could see he would need to relax his husband first, to ease the cares of his day.
“I thought I could give you a massage, husband,” he suggested, pulling out the little bottle of oil, and Joe smiled tenderly. “You won’t strain yourself too much?” Nicky laughed, bright and cheerful. “It will be no strain at all, my heart, I will just sit by your side and work the knots out of your shoulders.”
Nicky had always given excellent massages, and he had honed his skills over his year of marriage, so that it wasn’t long before Yusuf was moaning softly as the tension released from his shoulders, and Nicky wasn’t surprised at all that when he turned his husband over, he found him already half-hard. He eyed it hungrily—even half-hard, Joe was an impressive girth—and he wrapped an oil slick hand around the length, pumping a few times.
“Ah!” Joe gasped, his hips rocking up into Nicky’s touch. “Nicky, my love, you don’t have to—“ Nicky laughed, pressing kisses to Joe’s face. “As if it’s such a chore,” he teased, then he pulled out his secret weapon, sucking lightly at the spot just beneath Joe’s ear that never failed to drive him mad with lust. “Will you take me, my love? I had to use our toys three times this afternoon already, I needed you so badly.”
The king groaned and flushed, but he gave Nicky’s belly a regretful look. “I don’t know if we should, my moon. You are so very pregnant, I am too afraid I might hurt you or our child.” Nicky frowned, peppering Joe’s face with kisses again. “Please, my heart. You know the healer told us it would be alright, and besides, Yasmin from the kitchens told me that your seed might quicken the babe’s arrival, and you know I was supposed to be delivered already last week.” Joe bit his lip, clearly considering, and Nicky threaded their fingers together. “I need you so badly, husband,” he pleaded. “We will be careful. I know you could never hurt me or the baby.”
“If we are careful,” Joe agreed, and trailed his fingers back to where Nicky wanted them. He looked up in shock as his fingers brushed against something smooth, and he pulled out one of the carved ivory toys with which Nicky amused himself when Joe was busy. “I wanted to be ready for you,” Nicky said coyly, and between that and the rush of slick that Joe had felt—and heard—when he pulled the toy out, his husband was going to be the death of him.
“Lay on your side, my darling,” Joe encouraged him. That was fast becoming the easiest position given Nicky’s enormous belly, and it allowed Joe to cuddle up close to his husband, wrapping an arm around what passed for Nicky’s waist these days and sliding in easily. Nicky groaned as he finally got what he had been craving all day, bringing Joe’s hand up to his nipples, which had become ever more sensitive in the weeks leading up to the birth. Joe’s hips were still as he tried to give Nicky time to adjust, but his husband was already squirming on his cock. “Come on, Yusuf, I need you,” he begged, and Joe could never say no to his beloved consort.
He valiantly tried to start off slow, but it had been a few days since they had made love—his own fault, as he had been too worried about it hurting Nicky somehow—and Nicky just felt so good clenching around him and bathing Yusuf’s cock in slick, and the whimpers and cries he let slip with every thrust were driving the king to distraction, not to mention the constant reminder, every time Joe’s fingers passed over Nicky’s puffy chest or the huge swell of his belly, that his husband was round and full with his child, the baby that their love had created.
He lost track of time, lost track of anything except how earth-shatteringly good it was, and he snapped his hips faster and faster until he realised with alarm that his cock was fattening at the base. Yusuf normally had better control over his knot than this and he hadn’t knotted Nicky for months even though the medic had promised him it would be fine. “Nicolo—“ Yusuf gasped out in a strangled voice. “I’m going to—do you want me to pull out—“ Nicky shook his head vehemently, rocking back on Joe’s length. “Please, Yusuf, I need it, missed this so much, please, but I just need to see you, my heart,” and Joe could hardly deny his love, not when he had missed it just as badly. Carefully he managed to turn them, to help Nicky up on top of him, his hands on Nicky’s hips to help steady him, and rocked his hips up one last time. He howled as his knot popped inside, his eyes rolling back in his head as the first wave of his orgasm washed over him, groaning as Nicky came as well, clenching tightly around him and milking Joe’s knot.
He had forgotten how good this felt, how overwhelming it was to ride wave after wave of his climax. He held Nicky close, savouring the feeling of being tied so closely together, until Nicky started to try and pull away. “What are you doing, my love?” Joe asked, a bit alarmed at how Nicky’s movements were tugging painfully at the place that they were locked together. “Nicky, darling, you’ll hurt yourself, we have to wait, it’ll take at least another twenty minutes for my knot to go down,” he reminded him, and as if to prove his point, his length twitched, spurting out another thick glob of his release as the pleasure washed over him yet again.
“Yusuf,” Nicky whined, cheeks flushed and squirming a bit in a way that might have felt good to Joe if it wasn’t alarming him. “What is it, my heart? Are you hurting somehow?” Joe asked, his heart sinking at the thought that maybe somehow they had hurt Nicky after all. Nicky shook his head quickly, a small reassurance, and then he blurted out “I need to pee,” and Joe’s eyes widened. “Right now,” Nicky insisted, his hand rubbing at a spot right above his hip with a groan. “The baby is—fuck, Yusuf—right in the wrong spot and your knot, I forgot how much pressure it is, and, well. I need the toilet urgently,” he insisted.
As relieved as he was that nothing was seriously wrong with the baby or with Nicky, Joe wasn’t quite sure what to do under the circumstances. Helplessly, he entangled his fingers with Nicky’s, squeezing in comfort. “It won’t be long until my knot goes down,” he promised Nicky. “You can make it, I’m sure, I’ll keep you occupied so you don’t think about it.” Nicky made a wounded noise, hand reaching down to physically grab at his groin so hard that it looked painful, and shook his head. “No, Joe, I can’t wait that long, sometimes we’ve been tied together for nearly an hour and it’s been a while since you knotted me. I need to go right now,” he insisted, rocking on Joe’s knot in a way that made it very difficult for him to think about solutions to his husband’s predicament.
“Okay,” Joe soothed, squeezing Nicky’s hand again. “If you need to go now, then we’ll figure it out, my love. Just—it’s going to be a little tricky since we’re still tied together.” He bit his lip, thinking of how to work it, and slowly started inching over towards the edge of the bed, Nicky still straddling him. When he got close to the edge of the mattress, he tapped Nicky’s thighs gently. “Hold these tight around my waist,” he told him, taking Nicky’s hands and wrapping them around his neck, and then carefully, very carefully, managed to stand up with Nicky wrapped around him.
“Oh, fuck,” Joe cursed as he stood, the new position letting him slide infinitesimally deeper into Nicky. He had to pause standing by the bed, trembling faintly, as he rode through another aftershock of his climax, and Nicky whined at the pressure from Joe’s knot. “Joe, please,” he begged, holding onto his husband for dear life. “I need to go really badly, I don’t know how long I can hold it,” and Joe sighed, kissing his cheek. “I’ll try and get you there as soon as I can,” he told Nicky, already thinking that there was no way he could carry Nicky all the way across their suite, through the living room and to the small water closet. He did think there was a chamber pot in the living room that he might be able to carry him to, and he started heading there.
It was extremely slow going. Not only was it unwieldy to carry a heavily pregnant Nicky wrapped around his waist like a koala, but Joe wasn’t used to trying to do anything in the middle of knotting his husband except cuddling him close and savouring the waves of pleasure. Not to mention, Joe’s brain—very concerned about his husband, very sorry that he was having such a tough time—and his dick weren’t exactly on the same page. Joe’s dick, in fact, was in seventh heaven to feel Nicky squirming and to hear his soft whimpers, and when Joe stopped to press Nicky against their bedroom wall, shuddering as he released again inside his husband, Nicky sighed, kissing the corner of Joe’s mouth. “Never seen you come this much, even when we’re knotted,” he told Joe, sounding equal parts exasperated and turned on, and then squeezed his legs tighter around his husband. “Joe, please, I really need to go,” he begged, and Joe redoubled his efforts after that, waddling awkwardly into the living room, constantly having to adjust his grip on Nicky to make sure that his husband and their precious baby were securely wrapped around his waist and that he didn’t pull too much at the knot when he walked. “Almost there,” he tried to encourage Nicky, but he only heard a muffled wail in response, and then he felt a brief splash of something warm against his chest.
He looked down, a bit puzzled, and saw Nicky’s hands gripping his own cock in desperation, as if he was trying to strangle it, and Joe’s heart melted. “You can let it go if you need to, my love,” he told Nicky gently, and Nicky looked up at him in utter panic before he started to piss a steady stream against Joe’s chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nicky muttered, but Joe just pressed kisses to Nicky’s cheeks, holding him close. “It’s alright, darling, just let go, that’s good,” he encouraged, rubbing Nicky’s back in slow circles. “That probably feels good, doesn’t it? I’m sorry you had to hold it like that, I’m sure it wasn’t comfortable.”
Nicky gave a muffled sob, burying his face in Joe’s neck and holding on for dear life, and finally, finally, the wetness against Joe’s belly and trickling down his thighs started to taper off. “I am so, so sorry,” he started to apologise, and Joe immediately shushed him. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, my heart. I’m just glad that you let it go so you don’t have to feel uncomfortable any more.” Nicky sighed, slumping against Joe’s chest, and Joe pressed kisses to his hair. “I peed on you,” Nicky muttered in a small voice, and Joe nuzzled his cheek. “Nothing that a nice bath won’t fix, hmm?” He maneuvered them over to a wooden chair, thinking it would be easier to clean, and settled Nicky carefully in his lap. “Everything’s fine, my darling,” he assured his husband.
Nicky groaned as they sat down, the movement causing Joe’s knot to shift against his rim, and Joe smiled as he saw Nicky’s length starting to fatten again beneath the huge swell of his belly. “My insatiable love,” he remarked fondly, carding his fingers through Nicky’s hair. “I bet that felt good to let all that out after you were holding it, didn’t you?” He asked, starting to move his hips in tight circles, letting his slowly deflating knot stimulate Nicky’s rim. Nicky nodded, muffling a moan into Joe’s neck and grinding down on Joe in return. “Please, Yusuf,” he begged. “I need you again,” and he brought one of Joe’s hands up to cup his chest, fingers tweaking the reddened nipple that was all ready to nourish their child, while the other rested on the immense bump of Nicky’s belly. “Whatever you need, my heart,” Joe promised, leaning in to kiss Nicky sweetly. “Anything for my beloved husband and the father of our little one.”
Fill: Joe/Nicky, omega verse mpreg, pregnant and horny, accidental watersports
Nicky was glad that he had spent some time cleaning up their suite, setting out scented candles and pulling out their favourite massage oil, because King Yusuf certainly looked tired when he came back after a long day of meetings and hearing commoners’ petitions.
Nicky knew he always tried so hard to listen to all of them and find fair solutions—that, after all, was how they had met. Nicolò had been nothing but an omega farm boy who had come to beg the young king for help. Nicky‘s father had recently died and Nicky and his omega mother were about to be thrown off of their own property because of antiquated inheritance laws requiring there to be an alpha or beta heir to inherit certain kinds of land. Nicky’s pleading and his eloquent arguments had not only caused Yusuf to immediately reform the laws in question, but had sparked a more particular interest, and before he had known it, a royal carriage was arriving at the di Genova farmhouse asking if “master Nicolò” would accept to join the king for a private dinner. Five months of courting, an enthusiastic blessing given by Nicolò’s mother, and yet another legal reform to allow the king to marry a commoner later, they were married in a ceremony that brought tears to most of the court’s eyes. Everyone, from the lords and ladies to the palace staff to which he was always so kind had immediately fallen in love with Nicky, and the whole kingdom rejoiced when the young royal couple announced their first pregnancy.
“How was your day?” Nicky asked, lifting himself out of the chair with difficulty to try and help Joe get undressed out of his heavy court clothes and into a simple dressing gown. Joe greeted him with a tender kiss, his hands going to cup the immense swell of Nicky’s belly. “Better now that I am with you, my love, my heart. How are you feeling? Is the child giving you any trouble?”
“No trouble at all,” Nicky answered. It had been a remarkably easy pregnancy, other than the fact that he felt like he was constantly burning with desire for Yusuf. Just that afternoon, while the king was holding court, Nicky had brought himself off three times, kneeling on their bed with his heavy belly beneath him and one of his favourite toys as deep as it would go, desperately wishing that it was his husband. He had hoped for the real thing that night, but he could see he would need to relax his husband first, to ease the cares of his day.
“I thought I could give you a massage, husband,” he suggested, pulling out the little bottle of oil, and Joe smiled tenderly. “You won’t strain yourself too much?” Nicky laughed, bright and cheerful. “It will be no strain at all, my heart, I will just sit by your side and work the knots out of your shoulders.”
Nicky had always given excellent massages, and he had honed his skills over his year of marriage, so that it wasn’t long before Yusuf was moaning softly as the tension released from his shoulders, and Nicky wasn’t surprised at all that when he turned his husband over, he found him already half-hard. He eyed it hungrily—even half-hard, Joe was an impressive girth—and he wrapped an oil slick hand around the length, pumping a few times.
“Ah!” Joe gasped, his hips rocking up into Nicky’s touch. “Nicky, my love, you don’t have to—“ Nicky laughed, pressing kisses to Joe’s face. “As if it’s such a chore,” he teased, then he pulled out his secret weapon, sucking lightly at the spot just beneath Joe’s ear that never failed to drive him mad with lust. “Will you take me, my love? I had to use our toys three times this afternoon already, I needed you so badly.”
The king groaned and flushed, but he gave Nicky’s belly a regretful look. “I don’t know if we should, my moon. You are so very pregnant, I am too afraid I might hurt you or our child.” Nicky frowned, peppering Joe’s face with kisses again. “Please, my heart. You know the healer told us it would be alright, and besides, Yasmin from the kitchens told me that your seed might quicken the babe’s arrival, and you know I was supposed to be delivered already last week.” Joe bit his lip, clearly considering, and Nicky threaded their fingers together. “I need you so badly, husband,” he pleaded. “We will be careful. I know you could never hurt me or the baby.”
“If we are careful,” Joe agreed, and trailed his fingers back to where Nicky wanted them. He looked up in shock as his fingers brushed against something smooth, and he pulled out one of the carved ivory toys with which Nicky amused himself when Joe was busy. “I wanted to be ready for you,” Nicky said coyly, and between that and the rush of slick that Joe had felt—and heard—when he pulled the toy out, his husband was going to be the death of him.
“Lay on your side, my darling,” Joe encouraged him. That was fast becoming the easiest position given Nicky’s enormous belly, and it allowed Joe to cuddle up close to his husband, wrapping an arm around what passed for Nicky’s waist these days and sliding in easily. Nicky groaned as he finally got what he had been craving all day, bringing Joe’s hand up to his nipples, which had become ever more sensitive in the weeks leading up to the birth. Joe’s hips were still as he tried to give Nicky time to adjust, but his husband was already squirming on his cock. “Come on, Yusuf, I need you,” he begged, and Joe could never say no to his beloved consort.
He valiantly tried to start off slow, but it had been a few days since they had made love—his own fault, as he had been too worried about it hurting Nicky somehow—and Nicky just felt so good clenching around him and bathing Yusuf’s cock in slick, and the whimpers and cries he let slip with every thrust were driving the king to distraction, not to mention the constant reminder, every time Joe’s fingers passed over Nicky’s puffy chest or the huge swell of his belly, that his husband was round and full with his child, the baby that their love had created.
He lost track of time, lost track of anything except how earth-shatteringly good it was, and he snapped his hips faster and faster until he realised with alarm that his cock was fattening at the base. Yusuf normally had better control over his knot than this and he hadn’t knotted Nicky for months even though the medic had promised him it would be fine. “Nicolo—“ Yusuf gasped out in a strangled voice. “I’m going to—do you want me to pull out—“ Nicky shook his head vehemently, rocking back on Joe’s length. “Please, Yusuf, I need it, missed this so much, please, but I just need to see you, my heart,” and Joe could hardly deny his love, not when he had missed it just as badly. Carefully he managed to turn them, to help Nicky up on top of him, his hands on Nicky’s hips to help steady him, and rocked his hips up one last time. He howled as his knot popped inside, his eyes rolling back in his head as the first wave of his orgasm washed over him, groaning as Nicky came as well, clenching tightly around him and milking Joe’s knot.
He had forgotten how good this felt, how overwhelming it was to ride wave after wave of his climax. He held Nicky close, savouring the feeling of being tied so closely together, until Nicky started to try and pull away. “What are you doing, my love?” Joe asked, a bit alarmed at how Nicky’s movements were tugging painfully at the place that they were locked together. “Nicky, darling, you’ll hurt yourself, we have to wait, it’ll take at least another twenty minutes for my knot to go down,” he reminded him, and as if to prove his point, his length twitched, spurting out another thick glob of his release as the pleasure washed over him yet again.
“Yusuf,” Nicky whined, cheeks flushed and squirming a bit in a way that might have felt good to Joe if it wasn’t alarming him. “What is it, my heart? Are you hurting somehow?” Joe asked, his heart sinking at the thought that maybe somehow they had hurt Nicky after all. Nicky shook his head quickly, a small reassurance, and then he blurted out “I need to pee,” and Joe’s eyes widened. “Right now,” Nicky insisted, his hand rubbing at a spot right above his hip with a groan. “The baby is—fuck, Yusuf—right in the wrong spot and your knot, I forgot how much pressure it is, and, well. I need the toilet urgently,” he insisted.
As relieved as he was that nothing was seriously wrong with the baby or with Nicky, Joe wasn’t quite sure what to do under the circumstances. Helplessly, he entangled his fingers with Nicky’s, squeezing in comfort. “It won’t be long until my knot goes down,” he promised Nicky. “You can make it, I’m sure, I’ll keep you occupied so you don’t think about it.” Nicky made a wounded noise, hand reaching down to physically grab at his groin so hard that it looked painful, and shook his head. “No, Joe, I can’t wait that long, sometimes we’ve been tied together for nearly an hour and it’s been a while since you knotted me. I need to go right now,” he insisted, rocking on Joe’s knot in a way that made it very difficult for him to think about solutions to his husband’s predicament.
“Okay,” Joe soothed, squeezing Nicky’s hand again. “If you need to go now, then we’ll figure it out, my love. Just—it’s going to be a little tricky since we’re still tied together.” He bit his lip, thinking of how to work it, and slowly started inching over towards the edge of the bed, Nicky still straddling him. When he got close to the edge of the mattress, he tapped Nicky’s thighs gently. “Hold these tight around my waist,” he told him, taking Nicky’s hands and wrapping them around his neck, and then carefully, very carefully, managed to stand up with Nicky wrapped around him.
“Oh, fuck,” Joe cursed as he stood, the new position letting him slide infinitesimally deeper into Nicky. He had to pause standing by the bed, trembling faintly, as he rode through another aftershock of his climax, and Nicky whined at the pressure from Joe’s knot. “Joe, please,” he begged, holding onto his husband for dear life. “I need to go really badly, I don’t know how long I can hold it,” and Joe sighed, kissing his cheek. “I’ll try and get you there as soon as I can,” he told Nicky, already thinking that there was no way he could carry Nicky all the way across their suite, through the living room and to the small water closet. He did think there was a chamber pot in the living room that he might be able to carry him to, and he started heading there.
It was extremely slow going. Not only was it unwieldy to carry a heavily pregnant Nicky wrapped around his waist like a koala, but Joe wasn’t used to trying to do anything in the middle of knotting his husband except cuddling him close and savouring the waves of pleasure. Not to mention, Joe’s brain—very concerned about his husband, very sorry that he was having such a tough time—and his dick weren’t exactly on the same page. Joe’s dick, in fact, was in seventh heaven to feel Nicky squirming and to hear his soft whimpers, and when Joe stopped to press Nicky against their bedroom wall, shuddering as he released again inside his husband, Nicky sighed, kissing the corner of Joe’s mouth. “Never seen you come this much, even when we’re knotted,” he told Joe, sounding equal parts exasperated and turned on, and then squeezed his legs tighter around his husband. “Joe, please, I really need to go,” he begged, and Joe redoubled his efforts after that, waddling awkwardly into the living room, constantly having to adjust his grip on Nicky to make sure that his husband and their precious baby were securely wrapped around his waist and that he didn’t pull too much at the knot when he walked. “Almost there,” he tried to encourage Nicky, but he only heard a muffled wail in response, and then he felt a brief splash of something warm against his chest.
He looked down, a bit puzzled, and saw Nicky’s hands gripping his own cock in desperation, as if he was trying to strangle it, and Joe’s heart melted. “You can let it go if you need to, my love,” he told Nicky gently, and Nicky looked up at him in utter panic before he started to piss a steady stream against Joe’s chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nicky muttered, but Joe just pressed kisses to Nicky’s cheeks, holding him close. “It’s alright, darling, just let go, that’s good,” he encouraged, rubbing Nicky’s back in slow circles. “That probably feels good, doesn’t it? I’m sorry you had to hold it like that, I’m sure it wasn’t comfortable.”
Nicky gave a muffled sob, burying his face in Joe’s neck and holding on for dear life, and finally, finally, the wetness against Joe’s belly and trickling down his thighs started to taper off. “I am so, so sorry,” he started to apologise, and Joe immediately shushed him. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, my heart. I’m just glad that you let it go so you don’t have to feel uncomfortable any more.” Nicky sighed, slumping against Joe’s chest, and Joe pressed kisses to his hair. “I peed on you,” Nicky muttered in a small voice, and Joe nuzzled his cheek. “Nothing that a nice bath won’t fix, hmm?” He maneuvered them over to a wooden chair, thinking it would be easier to clean, and settled Nicky carefully in his lap. “Everything’s fine, my darling,” he assured his husband.
Nicky groaned as they sat down, the movement causing Joe’s knot to shift against his rim, and Joe smiled as he saw Nicky’s length starting to fatten again beneath the huge swell of his belly. “My insatiable love,” he remarked fondly, carding his fingers through Nicky’s hair. “I bet that felt good to let all that out after you were holding it, didn’t you?” He asked, starting to move his hips in tight circles, letting his slowly deflating knot stimulate Nicky’s rim. Nicky nodded, muffling a moan into Joe’s neck and grinding down on Joe in return. “Please, Yusuf,” he begged. “I need you again,” and he brought one of Joe’s hands up to cup his chest, fingers tweaking the reddened nipple that was all ready to nourish their child, while the other rested on the immense bump of Nicky’s belly. “Whatever you need, my heart,” Joe promised, leaning in to kiss Nicky sweetly. “Anything for my beloved husband and the father of our little one.”