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“That's it, love, just like that,” Orion growled, his hands flexing into the soft flesh of Regulus’ hips, helping him move on top of Orion. Seated on the nursery’s sofa, Regulus balanced precariously in his lap, one arm holding their newborn heir to his chest while the other gripped Orion's shoulder, making sure he didn’t tip over.
Regulus’ head tipped back when Orion took his other tit in his mouth, his mouth filling with sweet milk as he drank alongside his newest son, Cygnus, born barely a month before.
His thumbs dug into Regulus’ newly flat stomach, already missing the way it looked, bulging with their child. All that he could feel now was a slight distention as Orion’s cock bullied his body from the inside, dragging against the sensitive walls of his cunt.
Soft sounds fell from Regulus’ lips as they moved together, lazily taking their fill of each other’s bodies despite the early hour. Cygnus had woken Regulus with his cries, and Orion had followed him out of their warm bed.
He hadn’t been able to resist the sight of Regulus swaddling their child and bringing him to his chest to feed. Urging his son onto his lap, he had spread his knees wide, one on each side of Orion’s thighs.
When Cygnus was finished he made it known, pulling off of his mama’s tit with a tired cry. Reluctantly, Orion allowed Regulus up to burp their child and then place him back in his crib.
Orion pulled him to the floor then, bending him in half, Regulus’ legs on his shoulders, Orion’s weight pressing him into the floor as he filled his cunt again. The sound of their hips slapping together filled the dark room, the only light coming from the conjured stars on the ceiling of the nursery.
Regulus grunted with every thrust, quickly becoming overwhelmed. Orion’s tip rubbed over his prostate with every movement, the poor boy’s mind was going blank, the edge’s of his vision fading to white.
“You have to be quiet now, love,” Orion whispered, nipping across Regulus’ jaw, “You wouldn’t want to wake the babe now would you, you just got him down.”
Biting his plush pink lips to tamper down his whimpers, Regulus cursed quietly in Orion’s ear, the foul words dripped honey in his sweet voice. Pleads for more wove their way into the way he panted. His arms were pinned beneath Orion’s weight, he couldn’t move an inch, trapped under Orion’s much larger body.
Orion rode his son’s cunt hard, wanting him to lose control, wanting him to break, wanting all those delicious sounds to reverberate off the walls as he screamed. But Regulus was a true son of the Black family, holding tight to his control, he stayed quiet even as his eyes rolled and his tongue lolled. He would not wake his son.
"Merlin, that's it, love. Fuck you're so tight for me. Good boy, my good boy." Grinning, Orion waited until he could feel the rhythmic clenching of Regulus’ cunt walls around his cock as his son came, a wetness spreading between them as the boy’s thin seed shot from his own small cock. Orion waited, and when he felt it, sunk his teeth deep into the muscle where Regulus’ neck met his shoulder and flooded his son with his seed.
Regulus gave a choked off scream and spasmed under Orion’s weight.
Orion kept him there, trapped, until he roused again, cock hardening still seated in his boy’s cunt. Regulus did his duty, and took everything Orion gave him with vigorous excitement, cumming on Orion’s cock countless times before the sun rose.
By morning, his boy was already exhausted, up all night pleasing his Papa, but Cygnus had slept through it all. Limbs sore and cunt rode raw; he rolled over when Cygnus cried for him, letting their son latch on to his raw nipples to feed.
Orion stood behind Regulus and rubbed his son’s belly and kissed him, always proud of his resilience and dedication to his children; even when they gnawed on his tits painfully.
Cygnus had come easily, sliding from Regulus’ body with no fuss at all. Regulus joked that Al’s birth was so difficult because he hadn’t wanted to leave his belly, the boy often stuck so close to his mother, clinging on to him so much so that it was like he wanted to return.
Regulus had refused to hear a word of Orion’s warnings to let his body rest from a long nine months of breeding, after only a few days he’d dropped to his knees under Orion’s desk in the study and taken him down his throat. His youngest didn’t have as much experience sucking cock as Sirius, his movements were clumsy and awkward, so instead, Orion had him stay there, just holding him, heavy on his tongue until he finished his paperwork. He’d taken his time sealing every envelope and then checking and rechecking the addresses.
By the time he looked down at Regulus again, his son had tears streaming down his face, and drool slathered down his chin as he struggled not to move, not to choke. His lips were stretched uncomfortably wide around Orion’s girth.
Wiping the tears from his cheeks, Orion rolled his hips. Regulus had choked, his throat constricted deliciously around Orion, earning a groan. “Good boy. Are you ready to put those pretty little lips to use and finish me off?”
Regulus had surprised him by pulling off completely, letting Orion’s cock slip from his mouth, a string of saliva and pre a bridge between plush pink lips and Orion’s bulbous tip. Standing, Regulus put himself between Orion and his desk, his backside to Orion. Lowering his arms to the mahogany, he presented himself to his father.
Humming in appreciation, Orion gripped Regulus’s thighs tightly and ran his hands upwards from his knees to the globes of his bum, enjoying the squeeze of his youthful fat under his fingers. Pulling his son’s cheeks apart, Orion buried his nose there, inhaling the tangy sweet scent from where it was strongest.
Regulus’ entire back flushed red with embarrassment. “Papa, no,” he whined.
The furled muscle had twitched when Orion licked over it, relaxing under his tongue’s prodding.
Orion pulled back smirking, then pressed two fingers against his son’s soaked cunt, the muscle gave way easily under the pressure.. “Have you been playing with yourself, love?”
Regulus nodded his head and moaned. “Siri helped.”
“What a good older brother,” said Orion. Without warning, he brought his hand down between Regulus’ bum cheeks, directly on his cunt. The boy cried out at the sting. ”But you know the rules.” Reaching around, Orion dragged his nails harshly across the boy’S lower stomach. “You know that this womb belongs to no one but me. I won’t forgive you if you let Sirius seed you while you’re empty, nor on potions, understand?”
“Yes, Papa,” Regulus replied, breathless. Regulus preened at his father’s possessiveness.
Orion had seen it many times in the past few days. He would pause in the nursery doorway to find Regulus holding Cyngus to his chest, his head thrown back with Sirius between his knees, suckling on Regulus’ cock leisurely, the same way that the babe suckled on his nipples.
His youngest was spoiled rotten, and yet he was still unsatisfied. Regulus had always preferred his cunt to his cock, so he had begged Sirius to suck on his rim, to finger him open, anything, but Orion had stepped in and refused on his behalf. Regulus was meant to be giving his body a rest.
With another, softer pat to Regulus’ cunt, Orion stepped away, detaching himself completely from his son. A small twitch of his wrist, a flick of his wand, and moments later, Sirius appeared in the doorway, peeking his head in.
“You called for me?” Sirius had said, a smile creeping onto his face at the scene in front of him. It seemed he could guess what Orion was thinking.
Sirius had come to him obediently when Orion beckoned him forward. Easily, without further instruction, Sirius splayed himself on the desk, mirroring Regulus’ pose; though his belly got in the way of being flush to the mahogany. He met his younger brother’s measuring glare with a sly smirk.
Planting a placating kiss to the left cheek of his youngest’s bum, Orion stood and wasted no time sliding into Sirius’ warm and waiting cunt; he’d been worked up for the better part of two hours and was eager to get his release.
Regulus glared daggers as he watched Sirius get what he had wanted.
Rocking his hips, Orion ignored Regulus’ tantrum, instead focusing on his oldest. Kissing along his jaw and down his neck, Orion rolled the pink buds of Sirius’ tits in his fingers, milk beading at the tips. The onslaught of attention had Sirius keening, pushing back to meet each of Orion’s movements, gooseflesh breaking out across his skin.
Orion’s eyes flickered to Regulus at times, tracing the lean line of his body, beautiful and pale; truly a work of art, both when he was bred and when he was not. Both his boys were, they were the only good things that had come from his marriage to their mother, who was no more than a distant memory to them by now.
When they were finished with heirs, Orion looked forward to keeping his boys in this state, long and lean. Though he would miss the way that their bellies rounded with the evidence of their coupling, of their love and bond; he was at ease that his boys would enjoy motherhood while still in their youth. But that will be a good long while for now, Orion had plans for a big family.
His hands clenched, massaging Sirius’ hips as he rocked into him, his eyes lowered to the place where his son’s cunt stretched to welcome him inside his body. Following the way that he pulled out, until just barely the tip remained inside and then disappeared once more. It was mesmerizing.
Regulus also followed the movements, eyes burning with a jealousy that ignited a new fire in Orion. Snapping his hips, brutal and heavy, he forced Sirius over the edge, and forced him to continue to take him until he followed.
Cursing, Orion spilled deep into Sirius’ belly, seed soaking into the walls of his cunt.
He watched Regulus’ jaw feather with frustration.
Letting himself slip from Sirius’ cunt, he paused to watch his seed glide down the back of Sirius’ creamy thighs with a satisfied smile. Leaning down, he stroked his belly, and whispered, “Take care of your brother now, he looks close to killing me.”
Sirius giggled happily, his cheeks glowing a flushed pink. “Yes, Papa.”
As Orion left the study, he paused, he had to. Regulus dropped to his knees behind Sirius, his eyes glued to Orion’s seed and where Sirius’ cunt clenched down around air, now empty but still warm from his rutting.
Nosing his way in gently, Regulus licked the seed from his brother’s thighs and delved his tongue into Sirius’ core. Licking and sucking and slurping their papa’s seed from Sirius’ cunt, until his hole was clean of any trace of Orion.
What a good boy.
But of course, Orion couldn’t resist his youngest’s doe eyes for long, he’d broken by the end of the first week. Utterly relieved and reassured by how easy his birth was this time, he had mounted Regulus after tiring Sirius, who was becoming lethargic as he got closer to popping. It wasn’t unusual lately that his oldest would lose consciousness after only a rounds of breeding, leaving Orion to use his unconscious body however he pleased. Normally this wouldn’t bother him, he could still get his pleasure from the boys despite their inactive participation, sometimes he even preferred it; opting to give them a sleeping drought to ease the discomfort of pregnancy and then sliding home. It was his right after all, as head of the family.
But when Regulus was there, presenting himself next to an unmoving Sirius, flashing his tight pink cunt, begging for Orion’s cock. There was no way he could resist.
He had mounted Regulus, though gentle, he did not spare his son the long hours into the night; fucking into him until his cunt was puffy and red the way his rim stretched tight around Orion’s cock. But Regulus had only smiled, welcoming the familiar soreness of doing his duty to his father.
Orion held back, he did, making sure not to use Regulus too much, though still making sure to keep the boy sated and full. He still turned to Sirius most times to wet his cock, seeking him out and riding him where he found the boy, no matter where he was or who he was with. Sirius was still a bit shy with the children around, but he had blossomed enough to feel more than comfortable bending over and letting Orion rut into his cunt while the boys colored or fall to his hands and knees and let Orion mount him while they played beside them. Once, even going as far as letting Arcturus nurse while Orion moved deep inside his belly after he’d found them in bed, their young son latching onto Sirius’ tit like a litter of kittens did while Sirius lay on his side, one leg over Orion’s shoulder as he pumped into his body. Arcturus didn’t find anything strange with the situation, nor with the lewd mewling that poured from his Mama’s mouth as he fed from his nipples.
Orion savored the feeling of Sirius’ swollen belly beneath his hands, soon enough their babe would come, and both his boys would be empty. He needed to cherish it while it lasted, it would be a while before the next time he bred his sons.
・・・
“Shhhh, you’ll wake him up!” Arturus hissed, being quite loud himself. “Mama said to be quiet.”
“I am being quiet, you’re the one shouting,” Alphard shot back, not much quieter.
“You’re the loudest.”
“No, you are!”
Orion blinked awake to a fight, they spit petty insults back and forth and back and forth, the mattress dipped under the weight of two feisty boys who didn’t seem to even know what the word quiet meant.
For a brief moment, Orion considered ignoring them, rolling over, and going back to sleep. But they wouldn’t be ignored.
“Boys!” Orion called, getting their attention. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked down at the scene in front of him. Alphard and Arcturus blinked at him, one on each side of his chest, eyes wide as if they had just been caught red handed. “What in the world do you think you’re doing?”
Arcturus opened his mouth to answer but floundered, the words not coming out.
To save his older brother, Alphard spoke, “We’re on a mission, Father.”
“A mission?”
“Yes, a very important mission,” Alphard nodded his head, extremely serious. “A mission from Mama.”
“And what is this mission?” The corners of Orion’s lips turned up, amused at his sons’ antics.
“It’s a secret,” Arcturus blurted, glaring at Alphard. “We can’t tell you and you can’t ask!”
“Alright, I won’t ask,” Orion agreed with a laugh. He pinched Alphard’s chubby cheeks, so like Regulus’, his boy beamed at him. “It's time to get up now, isn’t it? Let’s go down and meet your Mamas.”
As he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, Arcturus cried, “No. You can’t go down yet.”
Orion froze. “Why not?”
His son seemed to panic, crawling into Orion’s lap. Arcturus’ eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, eyebrows scrunching as he tried to read it correctly, he was still learning how. “Um, um, um. I - we have a question for you , Father. Don’t we, Al?”
Alphard clearly had no idea what the other boy was talking about, but nodded anyway, and followed his lead.
“I thought you were on a mission.”
That drew him up short, Alphard bit his lip and powered through his lie. “We are … we’re on a mission to … ask you a question?” He didn’t sound very convinced himself.
“Alright … ask away.”
There was silence. The two boys stared at each other, making small but wild gestures to communicate.
With a lap full of two, heavy, growing boys, he fought a smile at their poor attempts of stalling for time. Leaning in, he whispered conspiratorially, “What time do we have to wait for?”
The boys immediately protested, but Orion held up a hand and they quieted. “It’s alright. I know nothing other than we have to wait for the perfect timing, isn’t that right?” They nodded slowly. “Now what time?”
Arcturus frowned, his full lips in a pout as he demonstrated with his pudgy fingers where the clock hands should be.
“Alright then,” said Orion, pulling them closer. “We have about fifteen minutes.”
Orion sighed wistfully, thinking he could have stayed blissfully asleep for those fifteen minutes if his son’s knew how to read a clock … and keep their mouths shut.
The time passed quickly and soon the boys were dragging him from the room, squealing in excitement. Each kept one of his hands prisoner, skipping as they led him through the halls of the manor towards the kitchen.
When he entered through the open arched doorway, he was met with bursts of light and a chorus of shouts. “Happy Birthday!!”
His sons stood, wide smiles splitting their faces, letting short bursts of light from the ends of their wands, like fireworks. The room was decorated with balloons and streamers, in glimmering silver and green, a banner ran across the far wall. On the table, sat the ugliest three-tiered cake Orion had ever seen, it leaned left, lumpy green frosting spread unevenly across its surface. It was clearly the work of his sons alone. Orion loved it.
Orion stood frozen where they’d left him. With all the commotion lately, he’d completely forgotten about his birthday.
Regulus approached him nervously, balancing Cygnus in his arms, his brow furrowed, a light hand on Orion’s arm. “Papa, what’s the matter, do you not like it?”
Bending down, Orion held Regulus’ cheeks and led him into a kiss, pouring all of the love he felt into it. Regulus’ melted against him, letting out delicious little moans that Orion devoured.
“It’s perfect,” Orion said, peppering open mouthed kisses to every inch of Regulus’ face that he could reach. “You’re perfect.”
The weight of three flying bodies nearly knocked Orion to the ground. Sirius and the two boys piled on top of them, Sirius’ mouth was set in an adorably exaggerated pout.
“I helped too,” he whined petulantly, asking for praise.
“We did too,” Arcturus and Alphard shouted, hanging onto his legs. “Father, we did too!”
Chuckling, Orion patted their heads, and bundled them all up into a tight hug.
“Thank you,” Orion said to his family, petting across four heads of black curls. “Thank you. Now who’s ready to cut the cake?”
Arcturus and Alphard rushed to get Kreacher to help them, shouting all the way.
Orion laid a hand on each of his boy’s cheeks. “What could I possibly have done to deserve you?”
Regulus and Sirius blinked at him, stormy eyes misty.
Sirius broke the heated silence in a joking tone, though his voice was still hoarse with emotion. “Only broken one of the greatest taboos in the wizarding world.”
“Ah, yes,” said Orion, smiling, “I have ruined you, haven’t I?”
“In every way possible,” Regulus sniffed, turning his nose up, but his smile gave him away.
“And yet here we are, my sons,” Orion put a hand to Sirius’ belly and to Cygnus’ head, “All six of you.”
・・・
Orion lounged in bed the next day, too early for anyone else to be up, they’d had a late night after all. The first rays of sunlight streaming into the room, a soft breeze blew through the open windows of the manor. His boys lay curled in each other's arms by his side.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and a smile crept onto his face.
Orion felt happy, truly and utterly happy. His boys had given him a new family, and would continue to bear him heirs as long as he asked it of them. Orion had no intention of stopping at just two each.
Nothing made him happier than seeing them swell with his seed. With his love. With his heirs. They would bear him many more, he was sure.
Kissing them both on the forehead, Orion settled in the blankets and fell back into a dreamless sleep. There was no need for dreams, he had everything he needed right in his arms, his happy family.