Caleb grinned at the comment. It was too heated to be entirely meant as humor, but it was amusing under the circumstances nonetheless. "And it's quite a firm grip you have, my dear," he said. "But wait until I show you what can be done when I take you properly."
That would be quite a sight yes. Bedecked with finery that couldn't quite contain his growing belly, heavy with their firstborn and radiant with the glow that only a pregnant omega seemed to have. How people would stare, and not just because of his beauty! It was a surprisingly enticing thought, though it would have to remain no more than that for all their sakes.
And thinking of glows, that blush was definitely noticeable. The sight of it softened his grin to something warmer, and brought out another, gentler rumble from this throat. "Never again," he vowed. "Never again shall you be left empty or wanting." He leaned forward slightly to caress his promised mate's cheek with his free hand. "From this day forward, I will see you filled and fulfilled in every way that I can."
The smile became a bit sharper and more amused again a moment later though. "Eight sons?", he repeated. "Not all at once, I should hope." Childbirth was dangerous at the best of times, and that danger only increased to both parent and child when there was more than one baby. A skilled midwife could get a birthing omega through the birth of twins, and- on rare occasions- triplets, but anything more than that would surely result in death for either the omega, one or more of the infants, or both. "But eventually, yes. Sons and daughters too, as many as you're willing and able to give me. The keep will be full of the laughter of our children."
Clevon hit another peak, his opening rippling around Caleb's fingers, wet and eager. Caleb was just thinking of adding his other hand to the mix and taking his omega's cock in hand as well, when there was a knock on the door, and a voice muffled by wood and stone announced the return of his servant. "Enter," Caleb said. And when the servant did so, he added. "I'm tending to my promised mate. Leave the food on the table and go; I'll call for you when you're needed again."
"Yes, mi'lord, " said the servant, leaving the tray of food and drink on the table, giving a brief bow in the direction of the bed, then making a discrete exit.
It wasn't until he heard the heavy wooden door close that Caleb somewhat reluctantly withdrew his fingers from his omega and stood. "Never fear, love," he said, leaning down to gently kiss his promised mate's lips. "I won't go far. But your time here has left you deprived in other ways besides this, and they also need tending to."
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That would be quite a sight yes. Bedecked with finery that couldn't quite contain his growing belly, heavy with their firstborn and radiant with the glow that only a pregnant omega seemed to have. How people would stare, and not just because of his beauty! It was a surprisingly enticing thought, though it would have to remain no more than that for all their sakes.
And thinking of glows, that blush was definitely noticeable. The sight of it softened his grin to something warmer, and brought out another, gentler rumble from this throat. "Never again," he vowed. "Never again shall you be left empty or wanting." He leaned forward slightly to caress his promised mate's cheek with his free hand. "From this day forward, I will see you filled and fulfilled in every way that I can."
The smile became a bit sharper and more amused again a moment later though. "Eight sons?", he repeated. "Not all at once, I should hope." Childbirth was dangerous at the best of times, and that danger only increased to both parent and child when there was more than one baby. A skilled midwife could get a birthing omega through the birth of twins, and- on rare occasions- triplets, but anything more than that would surely result in death for either the omega, one or more of the infants, or both. "But eventually, yes. Sons and daughters too, as many as you're willing and able to give me. The keep will be full of the laughter of our children."
Clevon hit another peak, his opening rippling around Caleb's fingers, wet and eager. Caleb was just thinking of adding his other hand to the mix and taking his omega's cock in hand as well, when there was a knock on the door, and a voice muffled by wood and stone announced the return of his servant. "Enter," Caleb said. And when the servant did so, he added. "I'm tending to my promised mate. Leave the food on the table and go; I'll call for you when you're needed again."
"Yes, mi'lord, " said the servant, leaving the tray of food and drink on the table, giving a brief bow in the direction of the bed, then making a discrete exit.
It wasn't until he heard the heavy wooden door close that Caleb somewhat reluctantly withdrew his fingers from his omega and stood. "Never fear, love," he said, leaning down to gently kiss his promised mate's lips. "I won't go far. But your time here has left you deprived in other ways besides this, and they also need tending to."