Page 6 of Slow Birth
“Please,” Vale whimpered. He shoved his ass back and presented in lordosis position. Jason had done a study on the genetic origins of that position with Dr. Obi before graduating and still found it the most mesmerizing thing in the world. An omega in lordosis presentation was the sexiest thing imaginable. “Knot me. Please.”
Jason kissed Vale’s heaving rib cage, the muscles and bone showing starkly with each breath. Then he slipped his hand down, pressing three fingers against Vale’s hole. It was sopping wet with slick, and he sank in easily. Then he pulled out and added his pinky before withdrawing and curling in his thumb. All four fingers and the widest part of his hand moved inexorably into Vale who held incredibly still, crying out as the swollen slick glands gushed and wetness slipped down his thighs to the carpet beneath his knees.
“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. Ineedit. 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, hisÉrosgápe, his Vale.
