A New Chapter: An Mpreg Romance

by Aiden Bates

  Tristan's shirt had been half way pulled up his back from Myrick’s wandering, groping hands, and though Myrick ogled more of the man’s muscle than he had ever been able to before, it wasn’t enough; he wanted more, he wanted to see all of him. His Alpha complied, parting from him just enough to slip it off of himself and shuck it behind him, unconcerned with wherever it landed. It didn’t matter, and it was one less thing between them now.

  His hand slid beneath the waistband of Myrick’s pajama pants, but stopped when he felt his Omega freeze beneath him. His focus was already centered on Myrick, but he pulled back entirely, seemingly worried this was too much too soon for him, and he needed to stop.

  Myrick blinked up at him, and he realized that he was only stressing the Alpha out over nothing more than his naturally skittish nature.

  “I'm all right,” he swallowed, hands reaching out to guide Tristan’s large ones back to his hips. “I’m a little shy, but it’s alright—keep going, Alpha.”

  Tristan growled in pleasure, hands smoothing beneath the slicked fabric of Myrick’s pajama pants and sliding them off, shucking them away and returning back to Myrick’s body, lavishing open-mouthed kisses on his thighs on his way up, dark eyes never leaving his Omega’s as he charted a course back up to him.

  “You're gorgeous,” Tristan whispered earnestly, stalking back up his body and pressing a kiss to Myrick's lean chest, the soft curve of his neck, back up to his mouth.

  “And you're—” Myrick swallowed. “You’re too dressed.” He let out a faint noise, mewling with want against his Alpha’s mouth as he felt him shimmy out of his basketball shorts and kick them out of the nest. Now…now there was nothing between them but their body heat, and their carnal desires, and so they lingered in the moment, letting themselves get lost in feeling each other's heated skin against their own. They were still so desperate and greedy for one another that even all their grinding wasn't enough at that point, because they weren’t fully connected yet.

  Myrick bit his lip as Tristan pulled back and shuffled himself backward a few inches, and his back left the bed from how deeply he arched against Tristan’s thick fingers teasing his sopping entrance, their eyes never leaving one another as Tristan leaned down and kissed his Omega once more.

  “A-Alpha!” Myrick wailed, bucking his hips against the pad of his lover’s finger, frantically trying to get him to slip it inside of him so his throbbing, aching heat could clench around something, anything, and his hands clawed at him desperately. Tristan hummed, his free hand coming up to coax Myrick into stilling. “Tristan—Alpha—please, I need to!” He whimpered when he tried in vain to wriggle against the hand gently but firmly holding his hips in place.

  “Patience, Omega,” he growled, and though Myrick whimpered, he stayed as still as he could against the stimulation. “It’s all right, it’s all right,” Tristan cooed, finally slipping his finger inside of him. Myrick let out an undignified sob as he finally felt something solid and alive inside of him, and knew he would effectively be ruined for his toy after this, especially once Tristan gave him what he was really begging for. “You’ll get what you want, I promise. But I need to make sure you’re ready for it.” Even in the haze of his heat, Myrick couldn’t argue with the fact, much as he wanted to.

  None of this was happening quite how they had imagined it. Tristan wasn’t the overwhelming, overpowering force of a top that Myrick had envisioned all Alphas to be in his mind; he didn’t sweep him off his feet in seconds, and it wasn’t all giggles, passion, and nail marks against the skin as they frantically rutted as quickly as they could. In fact…Tristan was courteous and conscientious, and they were both nervous for this. Excited, a little more than half in love, delirious with the reality of it all, and overwhelmed by each other’s scent and Myrick’s heat, but it all culminated into this perfectly imperfect sensation that only served to ground them both in the fact that this was real, and it was really happening.

  There was an anticipated tremble in Tristan's fingers as he added two more of them inside of Myrick, gently prodding and swirling around the tight whorl of muscle there. Myrick tried to angle himself to get him to move them, eager for more, but Tristan was meticulous and careful, wanting to ensure that Myrick was more than ready to take the full brunt of his cock inside him. He began to spread his fingers inside of his lover, slowly, carefully at first. Tears sprang forth in Myrick’s eyes as his jaw slackened into a silent cry, hands clutching at the sheets beneath him hard enough to tear at it if he had longer nails.

  “You sure you’re ready for this?” Tristan’s voice rumbled, a grin tugging at his lips as he spread Myrick wider. “You can barely handle my fingers stretching you.”

  “Yes!” Myrick sobbed openly, his head nodding frantically. “I haven't—it’s never felt like—oh, ohhh, right there, Alpha, yes,” he hissed as Tristan began to pump his fingers rhythmically inside of him, stretching and slacking in time with the thrusts. “M-more, please, Tristan, Alpha, need to feel you, please!”

  “That’s it, fuck my fingers, Omega, show me you’re really ready for me.” Tristan growled, removing his hand from Myrick’s hip and letting him move finally. His Omega didn’t need to be told twice, hips undulating and writhing as he kept his fingers inside of him. Tristan marveled as he watched the ecstasy light up Myrick’s features as he slowly stretched his fingers inside of him wider, loosening him up, and getting him ready for his cock. In this moment, he looked almost delicately wanton, soft features all aglow, mouth forming the most perfect pout, cheeks dusted in a soft blush, flushed from his careful attentions, and eyes glimmering and glassy with want so intense he couldn’t hold his thoughts together.

  He looked stunning.

  Tristan pulled his fingers away suddenly, and before Myrick could protest, he was gently lifted just high enough to push further back into the pillows lining his nest, his legs being adjusted to splay across Tristan’s thick, muscled thighs. He lined the engorged tip of his cock at Myrick’s entrance, and his Omega mewled at the heat it emitted and tried to rock his hips so it could sink into him but Tristan stilled him, thumbs rubbing circles into his hip bones. Myrick tossed his head to the side and whined, his heat making him delirious with the desire to feel himself be split upon his Alpha’s manhood.

  “God, please, please, Tristan—I need you, please, Alpha, I need you inside me, oh fuck, Alpha, please,” Myrick’s nails dug into his own thighs as he looked up at his Alpha, gazing up at him with eyes that seemed too bright, too open for Tristan to know how to look at them properly.

  “I could get used to hearing you beg,” Tristan admitted, and Myrick arched and writhed as best as he could with his legs draped over Tristan’s thighs, already riding a special kind of high from what Tristan was doing to him. And yet, even with how hot and bothered he was, Myrick felt acutely aware of how he must have looked, utterly debauched and mewling and wanton. And so very, very desperate for Tristan to comply with his pleas and satisfy them both until neither of them could move for the rest of the day. Myrick’s face burned, but Tristan wasn’t done teasing him, and continued, “And I might draw more out of you—later.” He shifted, pressing just hard enough that there was some pressure against the tight ring of muscle at Myrick’s entrance without actually breaching him. Myrick whined, his hips stuttering in vain to try and spur his Alpha into moving. “Right now, I’m more concerned about drawing something else entirely from you and draining you until you have nothing left in you.”

  “Tristan,” Myrick whined, but Tristan seemed to pay it no mind, choosing instead to lean over him and press the head of his pulsing erection right where Myrick had been begging for it to go in the first place, finally pushing his head inside of him. His Omega sobbed in relief at finally feeling what his body had craved for the better part of today, the first step in the process to feeling some sense of satisfaction out of this heat that had consumed his every thought, his every feeling.

  Tristan clenched his teeth and looked like he was trying to
hold back, but he still took his time, easing himself in inch by inch, gasping when Myrick's walls tightly closed and clenched around him, and when his hips finally rested flush against his lover’s wriggling ones he paused, panting.

  “Give me a second,” Tristan ground out, though Myrick knew it was for his benefit and not Tristan’s, giving Myrick time to adjust around his girth. Myrick, for his part, gasped and wriggled against him to try and coax him to move. Tristan had to bring one hand to his hip to hold him still. “Wait, wait, careful, lover.” he hissed as Myrick clenched around him again, this time deliberately in an effort to get him to move. “Take your time, Omega, and just let yourself adjust around me.” Myrick wasn’t having any of it, thrusting his hips up as best as he could to try and get some friction going between them. “Myrick, easy, it’s a lot to take in—”

  “I don't need to—I can take it, Alpha. I can handle it, I swear,” the flustered Omega writhed, head tossing back and forth. “For the love of God, please, Tristan, please move oh, God I need to feel you move inside me.” Face aflame at the utterly, shamelessly lewd things tumbling out of his mouth, Myrick turned his head and dragged an arm over his eyes, presumably to hide his embarrassment.

  It seemed as though Tristan would have none of it, gently coaxing the arm away so he could properly look at his lover, lacing their fingers together and guiding his lover’s hand to rest on his hip to better stabilize him.

  “Omega,” he growled in an authoritative tone. Myrick snapped his gaze to him, turning his head fully and regarding him with his wide, glassy eyes. “Myrick, don't hide from me. I want to see you,” he rocked his hips, growling when Myrick’s channel locked around him. Myrick, for his part, felt so utterly full of the Alpha, stretched delectably and in just the right way. “I want you to to tell me everything you want. All of it.” Myrick gasped as Tristan gave a shallow thrust. “I want to know what drives you wild.” Even in the midst of trying to be a careful and attentive lover, he started to move, seemingly unable to fight off his instincts forever. He started off easy, likely to work his lover into the full force of him bit by bit, small rocking motions that barely pulled him from the slick heat of Myrick's tight, soaked channel.

  “Tristan, Alpha, oh fuck, you're so thick...” Myrick panted, jaw dropping at how full he felt with his Alpha buried inside of him to the hilt. “Please, more, more, Alpha, I can’t! I can’t!” Ohh…” he gasped, hands flailing in search of purchase—in the mattress, in Tristan, in himself, it didn’t matter, all that mattered was that he had something to anchor him in the moment, something to keep him centered as he rode his heat out.

  In response, Tristan dropped kisses along his shoulder, his neck, his cheek, and ending on his forehead as he encouraged him to move against him, helping him find the rhythm they could both keep up. Myrick pulled Tristan’s face down to his, kissing him messily as they began to rock in time with one another. Tristan’s cock was pulsing, throbbing inside of Myrick and hitting his prostate over and over again. The bundle of nerves was already overly sensitive, too stimulated from Myrick’s earlier solo escapades, and the swollen head of Tristan’s manhood pounding against it over and over again was almost more than he knew what to do with.

  “How do you want it?” Tristan managed to moan into Myrick’s ear with a nuzzle as he reached a hand between them to wrap around his lover's neglected cock, still slicked with lubricant and Myrick’s own beads of precum adding to the slickness of it.

  “Deeper. Ah, ah! Alpha, faster, please!” Tristan pulled out almost entirely, with only his head still inside before he slammed back inside fully, and Myrick screamed in pleasure. “Tristan, Alpha, God, yes, more, you feel so good!” His last word was drawn out in a raspy coo, voice rough from the screams of ecstasy tumbling from his lips, and he rolled his hips fluidly up to meet his Alpha's as his hand began to lazily pump his own erect cock.

  The last of Tristan’s control was consumed in Myrick’s heat, and suddenly the Alpha was only too happy to oblige his pleas, quickening his pace and rocking his hips harder against his lover’s, giving into the desires they both felt and stoking the flames of their passion. Before long, it began to smell like sex, smell of the two of them and their pheromones, and it only served to heighten their arousal as they drank one another in fully.

  Soon their tempo was abandoned in favor of frenetic rutting, desperate clutching together, hands gripping wherever they could find purchase. Myrick was reduced to a whining and writhing mess, soft cries spilling from his kiss-swollen lips as his fever reached its peak. “Oh, Tristan, Alpha, Alpha, faster, yes, yes! Y-you're—!” He gasped, arching his hips as he came with a cry, his walls clenching around his Alpha and milking him for his own orgasm.

  Tristan howled as Myrick’s channel convulsed around him as he came. Tristan slid up his lover’s stomach to toy with his nipples, first circling the darkened flesh around the pebbled nubs before finally brushing the rigid peaks, earning a sharp gasp from Myrick. He looked down to see his wide, dilated eyes burning into him with that glassy, heated gaze that set Tristan’s blood on fire. Myrick’s back arched into him, and Tristan rewarded him by circling his tongue over the nipple again and again, then swirling it around the taut peak before sucking on it in time with his thrusts. His hand tweaked and pinched the neglected nipple, ensuring they were both overly sensitized and ripping harsh cries from Myrick’s throat.

  “Tristan… Alpha…Tristan, Tristan,” Myrick chanted his lover’s name like a prayer. “Please. Please, God, please, I—I can’t stop!” Myrick’s dick was still dribbling cum, still shuddering and spasming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Tristan grinned at the desperation in his voice. The thrill of having reduced his Omega to a quivering pile of overstimulated limbs, of being the one to bring him to such a state was nearly enough to undo him right then and there, but he sucked a quick breath to try and ground himself, to stabilize himself so he didn’t tip over the precipice of his own pleasure—much as he wanted to knot inside his mate and feel his own release wash over him, he wanted it to last as long as he could make it. His lover felt too good, his orgasms were nearly overwhelming, but he wanted to just stay inside him forever at that point.

  But it wasn’t nearly enough.

  None of it was.

  “Please, please, Tristan, Alpha, please,” Myrick begged, eyes squeezed shut against the sensation of his lover’s engorged manhood pounding into him wildly, with reckless abandon. Unable to resist the temptation, Tristan bent his head down into the crook of Myrick’s neck, his canines nipping at the skin just at the edge of his scent gland, and the effect was almost instantaneous; Myrick threw his head back and screamed, surely loud enough for half of the town to hear, and rocked his hips against Tristan’s so they crashed together in a harsh, wet slap every time.

  “Look at me, Myrick, look at me,” Tristan pleaded, a hand coming up to cup Myrick’s face, thumb stroking his cheekbone to coax him into complying. “I need to see you, Myrick, please.” A groan from some deep corner of his soul spilled out when Myrick’s entrance clenched around his swollen cock. “I need to see you when I knot inside you.” Myrick’s eyes snapped open and found his through the tears his pleasure and overstimulation had wrung out of him. Tristan eased his cock past the ring of muscle at Myrick’s entrance, sliding in with little resistance. He reached out to grasp his Omega’s hand, lacing their fingers together while the other hand splayed over his hip, something to ground his lover while he worked toward his own release, which was approaching faster than he knew what to do with. All he knew was he didn’t have any more strength in him to fight it.

  “Tristan, yes, yes, give me your knot, please, please let me feel it. I need it so bad, oh God, Tristan!” His lover’s wails were the last thing it took to snap the tightly wound coil in his belly, and Tristan came with a harsh sob, hunching over Myrick’s trembling form as he shuddered, short, deep thrusts stuttering against Myrick as he emptied himself into him. Myrick mewled as he felt the hot jets of his seed filling h
im, and he rocked into it. “Oh, yes, yes, so good,” he cooed, weeping softly as he orgasmed a second time, clenching even tighter around Tristan’s cock. As the last of his semen emptied into his lover, Tristan pushed himself in deeper, all the way to the hilt, just in time for his knot to swell at the base of his manhood, locking them together. “Tristan!” Myrick wept as he spurted cum pitifully out of his reddened cock between them, the stimulation more than he knew what to do with and exactly what he wanted all at once.

  Tristan barely managed to stop himself from collapsing onto Myrick’s chest, shifting over so they were both lying on their sides, still connected from the knot that tied them together. He struggled to gulp in enough air around the great, heaving breaths torn from him as he came down from his high. Even if he could remove himself from his lover at this point, every part of him demanded he stay buried as deeply inside of his lover as he physically could. He wrapped an arm around Myrick, pressing his back into his broad chest, the sheen of sweat coating both of them, cooling on their skin. Myrick was still trembling against him, whimpering with every shift that tugged and clenched around the knot.

  “Talk to me, Myrick,” Tristan said softly, running his broad hand through the mop of chestnut locks in an effort to soothe him. “Are you all right? How are you feeling?”

  “I’m,” he heard his Omega gulp audibly. “I’m all right, just a little lightheaded.” His words were slurred a bit, just enough to tell Tristan he was still feeling the effects of his orgasms. He breathed out a low, tired note. “I…I still want more, somehow. Somehow, my body is still not happy with that, even if it was absolutely incredible.” They shared a chuckle, and Tristan pressed kisses along his Omega’s slender back.