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Eiden liked being pregnant. Fake pregnant, at least.
It was worth it alone to see Edmond flush and demand he do the simplest of tasks for him, like picking up a dropped fork—that wasn’t even his—and then pretending like he wasn’t doting on Eiden. Olivine had cooed and aw’d over his belly despite Eiden’s explanation there were no babies inside. Aster still kept on about selling the eggs and that Eiden had better “protect the merchandise”.
‘So far so good,’ Eiden thought, rolling a kink out of his neck while squinting against the morning sun. ‘Wonder if I’ll have to deal with swollen feet and mood swings? Or would I skip that since I don’t have the right hormones? I don’t know how that stuff works…’
It was the second day of hosting Yakumo’s eggs. His belly had grown a little rounder; Yakumo was relieved after worrying that nothing was progressing and they’d have to remove them the hard way. Eiden’s snake lover had been a mess of anxiety, fretting over Eiden’s health and jumping every time he scratched an itch.
‘I’m not used to being treated like I’m delicate,’ Eiden mused, absently running a hand over his belly. ‘Kinda nice, after being mauled by monsters, kidnapped, and all kinds of stuff here.’
The room he was perched in was sunny, with large windows and trees swaying outside in a gentle breeze. A naughty romance book was open on the table next to the plush armchair he occupied. Yakumo, finally convinced he could leave Eiden’s side without dire consequences, had so far spent the morning stress baking. Eiden counted himself lucky he wasn’t actually pregnant, because it meant he could eat all the sweets he wanted.
He poked at his belly. It was large enough to require a pair of loose pants with a tie-off waistband. He put on a looser shirt this morning but it wasn’t loose enough, so the fabric still pulled snug against his skin. For fun, he stretched his arms over his head and the hem of the shirt popped over the curve of his belly, revealing the purple incubus mark. The weight wasn’t cumbersome yet; it felt more like he was wearing a bookbag on his stomach instead of his back. Something about it made his cock stir and he shifted in his seat. His blood pulsed a little quicker, heat slowly bloomed, and then he couldn’t keep still.
Eiden widened his knees and leaned forward, pressing his balls into the chair and sandwiching his cock between his belly and the upholstery. He ground his hips down, but the fabric of the pants bunched up, preventing good friction. He huffed in frustration.
“Mr. Eiden? Are you alright?”
Yakumo stood in the doorway with a plate of cookies, fresh from the oven as evident by the smell of chocolate wafting to Eiden’s nose.
“Oh, perfect timing, I need your help,” Eiden said, a wicked grin forming on his lips. He should feel embarrassed at being caught grinding on a chair, but he had lost his sense of shame years ago.
“What’s wrong? What do I need to do?” Yakumo almost dropped the plate of cookies in his hurry to deposit it on a coffee table. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m not hurt, I just need…some assistance.” Eiden beckoned him to come close. When Yakumo was within reach, Eiden took his hand and placed it on his belly. “I need some help…down here.” He pulled the hand down, running over the curved hill to palm his cock. It pulsed at the warm contact and his hips twitched into the large hand.
“I…uh, can help…” Yakumo stammered, eyes wide as he swallowed hard.
“Do you feel how much I need you, Yakumo?” Eiden said with a low voice into his ear, taking advantage of Yakumo’s hunched position over him. Below, his hips rocked into Yakumo’s palm, pushing his erection against it. “How much I want your cock inside of me?”
Yakumo’s face was red and Eiden chuckled as he imagined steam pouring out of his ears. Yakumo’s fingers curled, sending a spark of pleasure up Eiden’s spine. He moaned, heavily exaggerated to make Yakumo’s ears darken further, and rocked harder against his palm.
“Yakumo,” Eiden begged, “please fuck me, I need you fuck me.”
“A-are you sure?” Yakumo looked at him, his worry overpowering his embarrassed arousal. “I don’t want to hurt you…”
“You won’t. In fact, I bet there’s even a jar of oil in this table here…” Eiden slid open the drawer. As he predicted, inside was a jar of oil. “Yup, knew it. I’ve been finding these all over the mansion since I arrived in Klein. Pretty sure it’s Morvay’s doing but hey, I’m not gonna complain.”
“But what about your belly?” Yakumo moved away as Eiden stood up. “Won’t you be uncomfortable?”
“Pssht, nah, I feel perfectly fine, just horny.” Eiden pulled his shirt off, exposing his new curves in full. He met Yakumo’s eyes and licked his lips, as he slowly pushed his pants off his hips. “ Really horny. Fill me up? Please?” He batted his eyelashes at Yakumo.
Yakumo caved in and in between peppered kisses, they worked his clothing off. Yakumo’s hands traveled everywhere on Eiden’s body, stoking the fire that spread its flames through each of his limbs until his head buzzed with warmth and desire. They gently dropped to the floor and oil slicked fingers prodded inside of Eiden’s hole, working him open.
“Guess I can’t sit on your lap this way,” Eiden said after pulling out of the kiss. He gestured at his belly between them.
“Turn around.” Yakumo’s suggestion was almost an order; the heat inside his eyes gave away his own lust, overriding his shyer sensibilities.
Eiden loved it when he took control.
“Yes sir,” he said, and eagerly swung his legs around to get on his shins in front of Yakumo. In this position, gravity tugged on his belly, making it more obvious there was something inside, weighing him down. He felt more lewd than usual presenting his ass like this, even though it wasn’t the first time.
‘It’s like I’m here to be bred,’ he thought, heart quickening its pace in his chest. He ached to be filled and a small keening sound passed his lips when Yakumo stretched his cheeks apart, preparing to enter him. ‘Wait, if I’m “pregnant” then haven’t I been bred already? I should’ve paid more attention to that porn game…’
Yakumo pushed inside and Eiden moaned, feeling his cock drip precum. “Fuck, yes ,” Eiden swore, feeling the stretch he yearned for. He sat back against Yakumo, taking his cock to the hilt. “This is exactly what I needed this morning, thanks Yakumo.”
“Really?” Yakumo nuzzled his neck, his face exuding warmth. “You should have said something sooner.”
“I could have, but you were baking cookies. Now I get sex and cookies.” Eiden’s laugh tapered into another moan as he rocked up and down on Yakumo’s cock. “Man, you feel so good . Like, you always feel good, but you feel even better , somehow.”
He felt like his insides were ablaze, the thrusting sending waves of hot pleasure through him. Behind him, Yakumo kept up a quick rhythm, his hands on Eiden’s hips guiding him up and down while keeping him balanced.
“You feel wonderful,” Yakumo said between gasped breaths. “Mr. Eiden, you’re so amazing, you’re always so good to me, you’re just…”
His voice was muffled after he dropped his head to Eiden’s shoulder. Eiden could feel hot, moist air on his skin from Yakumo’s open mouth, and his soft black-pink hair tickled the crook of his neck. Eiden reached back, hand landing behind Yakumo’s head to cup it closer to him. Hands reached around Eiden to frame his large, swollen belly, hands full of love and tender touches.
“I’m close, are you?” Eiden asked, running out of stamina. He relied more and more on Yakumo’s thrusting, but it kept him going towards his peak of pleasure all the same. “You’re so good, Yakumo, you feel so good .”
Yakumo tilted his face towards Eiden’s. He wasn’t at the right angle for a kiss but they pressed their cheeks against each other, nuzzling noses instead. Eiden could see tears at the corners of Yakumo’s eyes; he wished to wipe them away, but his walls were squeezing around Yakumo’s cock, abs clenching and belly shuddering. His cum spurted out of his own cock, running down the shaft onto the decorative rug beneath them.
“Mr. Eiden…!”
Yakumo came, moans shaking out of his throat as he embraced Eiden in his arms. Eiden leaned back as he caught his breath, and stroked Yakumo’s hair with murmured encouragement.
“Mmm, was it good?” Eiden asked, rubbing his forehead against Yakumo’s cheek. He felt languid, almost drowsy, and the sunlight bouncing through the room made him crave a nap.
“Y-yes, of course!” Yakumo replied. Eiden felt him smile against his cheek. “I don’t think the cookies are still warm, though.”
“S’ok, they’re gonna be good anyway, ‘cuz you made ‘em.” Eiden’s eyes felt heavy and he closed them, just for a moment.
“Thank you…ah, wait, are you falling asleep? Mr. Eiden?”
Eiden didn’t reply and eased into the drowsiness instead. He’ll be ok. He was in good hands. Large, warm hands that stroked his belly full of eggs with tender caresses.
Well, he’ll be ok as long as Aster didn’t find out about the cum on his rug.