Maybe it was slightly cheating, heating the milk for the cocoa in the microwave, which definitely hadn't been a thing anyone but the exceptionally wealthy might have had in their home in the time period they were playing with. But Clu had never been quite as consistently good at heating milk on the stove as his omega, and didn't want to start the game off on a less than pleasant note. Of course, he could have played it into his character somewhat- adding a note of an until-recently bachelor who lacked certain skills in the kitchen- but he'd already made his decision for this time around. Perhaps he could work it in later.
"Thanks!", he called back. "Be there in just a minute." He mixed cocoa powder into the two mugs of hot milk, adding a few mini marshmallows, then set the mugs on the tray, letting his body go through by now familiar motions as he considered other aspects of his character. Raising another Alpha's offspring, while not unheard of, wasn't especially common, and was even less so in the era they were playing from. The reasoning behind it was rather stupid in Clu's mind, a holdover from when omegas had been viewed as little more than chattel in many parts of the world; nothing but baby-making machines to ensure the continuation of the Alpha's family name.
But that wasn't what an Alpha was meant to be at all. An Alpha didn't just dominate, they protected and provided. An Alpha wasn't the aggressive, somewhat arrogant, stonily stoic person they were often portrayed as in media, someone whose only motivations were some form of sex, violence, or power. Or at least they shouldn't be, though far too many modeled themselves on this 'toxic-Alpha' idea. As, apparently, had 'her' former lover.
The bond between Alpha and Omega was meant to be a partnership, not a dictatorship. It was something beautiful. Sacred, in its own way. The fact that someone would abuse it in such a fashion... well, it angered him both in and out of their game. The glitch didn't deserve her.
But Clu's character... he knew exactly how precious the person- soon to be people- in his care was. With as heavily pregnant as the outfit was designed to make him look, the birth would likely be less than a month away. Clu's character would likely have an overnight bag already packed, ready to rush his omega to the hospital the moment she said it was time. Would fuss over her, tending to her every need as much as he reasonably could.
And that would mean, for their own purposes, the 'cause' of the whole business would be right out for this game. Not only would getting his cock in his omega's vagina be highly awkward to achieve under the circumstances, but there was some debate as to whether it might be harmful to the developing fetus in a real pregnancy; not something either of their characters would risk for a few moments of pleasure. Which meant getting creative, and not being as rough as they sometimes could be, but it would be an interesting challenge. And potentially a lot of fun.
Picking up the tray and heading to the living room, Clu paused a moment in the doorway to observe the sight of his omega. Though he knew it was only a costume, the sight still struck a deep, instinctual chord with him, bringing up a profound desire to protect, to nurture. To be the Alpha she and the baby deserved.
He carried that feeling with him as he entered, setting the tray down on the coffee table, leaning in to gently kiss her cheek. "Sorry to keep you waiting, beautiful," he said with a smile, handing her one of the mugs. "Feeling alright?"
YEP, THERE BE A LOT OF STUFF HERE
"Thanks!", he called back. "Be there in just a minute." He mixed cocoa powder into the two mugs of hot milk, adding a few mini marshmallows, then set the mugs on the tray, letting his body go through by now familiar motions as he considered other aspects of his character. Raising another Alpha's offspring, while not unheard of, wasn't especially common, and was even less so in the era they were playing from. The reasoning behind it was rather stupid in Clu's mind, a holdover from when omegas had been viewed as little more than chattel in many parts of the world; nothing but baby-making machines to ensure the continuation of the Alpha's family name.
But that wasn't what an Alpha was meant to be at all. An Alpha didn't just dominate, they protected and provided. An Alpha wasn't the aggressive, somewhat arrogant, stonily stoic person they were often portrayed as in media, someone whose only motivations were some form of sex, violence, or power. Or at least they shouldn't be, though far too many modeled themselves on this 'toxic-Alpha' idea. As, apparently, had 'her' former lover.
The bond between Alpha and Omega was meant to be a partnership, not a dictatorship. It was something beautiful. Sacred, in its own way. The fact that someone would abuse it in such a fashion... well, it angered him both in and out of their game. The glitch didn't deserve her.
But Clu's character... he knew exactly how precious the person- soon to be people- in his care was. With as heavily pregnant as the outfit was designed to make him look, the birth would likely be less than a month away. Clu's character would likely have an overnight bag already packed, ready to rush his omega to the hospital the moment she said it was time. Would fuss over her, tending to her every need as much as he reasonably could.
And that would mean, for their own purposes, the 'cause' of the whole business would be right out for this game. Not only would getting his cock in his omega's vagina be highly awkward to achieve under the circumstances, but there was some debate as to whether it might be harmful to the developing fetus in a real pregnancy; not something either of their characters would risk for a few moments of pleasure. Which meant getting creative, and not being as rough as they sometimes could be, but it would be an interesting challenge. And potentially a lot of fun.
Picking up the tray and heading to the living room, Clu paused a moment in the doorway to observe the sight of his omega. Though he knew it was only a costume, the sight still struck a deep, instinctual chord with him, bringing up a profound desire to protect, to nurture. To be the Alpha she and the baby deserved.
He carried that feeling with him as he entered, setting the tray down on the coffee table, leaning in to gently kiss her cheek. "Sorry to keep you waiting, beautiful," he said with a smile, handing her one of the mugs. "Feeling alright?"