Baby For My Omega (MPreg Hospital Book 1)

by Dex Bass

  “Dylan Dunsford, Doctor Adam Albright proposes to come back to work at MPreg Hospital as a fulltime physician. However, he asks two things.” Senator Osborne cleared his throat.

  “First, Doctor Albright asks that he be allowed to treat his husband, Oscar Oliphant, just as he’d treat any other patient, despite the hospital’s current rules prohibiting physicians treating their family members. Second, he asks that the hospital, in Adam’s own words here, tone down the anti-alpha hate, and that you recognize alphas, even unmated alphas, as potential positive contributors to your hospital, and no longer treat alphas as, again using Adam’s words here, lecherous lepers.”

  “Dylan Dunsford, and the rest of the hospital team,” Senator Osborne looked and spoke directly in their corner’s direction. Oscar was now also making video with the Handycam he’d stashed near the altar. “As an omega myself, I am keenly aware of the extent to which Springville needs MPreg Hospital. Repeated calls from Mpreg Hospital leadership to my office have also made me aware of the extent to which MPreg Hospital needs Doctor Adam Albright to again take its helm. So with all that in mind, Dylan Dunsford, MPreg Hospital leadership, and now under the dozens of video-recording phones as witnesses, do you agree to take back Adam Albright as the chief physician of MPreg Hospital?”

  Senator Osborne didn’t have to wait long. He didn’t have to wait at all. “We do!” came the immediate response in triplicate, quadruplicate, from Dylan Dunsford and the hospital executive leadership team. “We definitely want Doctor Albright back at the hospital.” The room broke into applause. Oscar was ready, holding his Handycam on something that looked like a professional-quality selfie stick, and beginning his news report.

  “Oscar Oliphant here, reporting from my own wedding. Where thanks to the hard work of your News 9 Team, as well as of Senator Orlando Osborne, and of the MPreg Hospital management team, we can now confidently say that Doctor Adam Albright will be returning to fulltime work at MPreg Hospital starting tomorrow. Springville’s alphas, omegas, and their children have nothing to worry about. Oscar Oliphant reporting for News 9.” Oscar clicked off the recording. He stopped himself from saying “back to you, Vilma” when he remembered that Vilma was sitting in the audience a few feet away from him. That was good; at least she couldn’t be sneering at the audience at any mention of male pregnancy or alphas and omegas. Oscar connected the camera to his phone’s wifi and uploaded the video to the station’s video server.

  Senator Osborne cleared his throat and spoke to the entire room again. “Well, so today we’ve married two fine gentlemen, and we’ve also solved Springville’s pressing public health crisis at MPreg Hospital. I think my work here is done today. Zoe, start the music!”

  “It’s A Wonderful World” played again. Adam and Oscar led the procession to the exit, arm in arm, sneaking small, soft kisses as they walked.

  Eight

  Oscar felt drunk, even though he hadn’t drunk any alcohol. Adam’s alpha pheromones had been pumping out like fire sprinklers all through the ceremony. Oscar half-expected every omega in the room to faint for Adam’s sexy smell. But no other omega was attuned to Adam’s smell the way Oscar was. Adam was nobody’s but Oscar’s.

  They were back upstairs at the wedding hall. The crowd was dispersing. It was another three hours until the dinner reception, and everyone was taking a breather. Even the usually indefatigable Zoe Albright went home to nap before dinner.

  Adam sat on a small wooden chair. Adam, Oscar’s husband. The father of their child. He was gorgeous, as always. He looked even hotter thanks to his after-grueling-wedding-ceremony look of matted hair and five o’clock shadow.

  Oscar knew how he looked at Adam. He’d seen himself in the mirror looking at Adam. And that was exactly how Adam was looking at Oscar in that post-ceremony moment.

  Oscar stood over seated Adam. Adam’s fashionably spiked hair was perfect, and it was framed perfectly by Adam’s emphatically buff shoulders. Oscar had never quite seen Adam from that angle, at least not when Adam was wearing a suit.

  Oscar turned slightly to put his pregnant belly in Adam’s reach. Adam hugged Oscar’s baby belly. He pressed his ear to it to listen. Oscar hammed it up: he mumbled “Hello, Daddy Adam! Hello Daddy Adam!” with his mouth closed. Adam looked up at Oscar and smiled, then lay his face and cheek on the pregnant belly, while looking up into Oscar’s eyes lovingly. With gorgeous Adam looking at him like that, Oscar felt even drunker. Adam embraced the whole of Oscar’s torso, and rested his big, muscular hands on Oscar’s ass cheeks.

  “Doctor Albright, I’m sure you are well versed in the hormones involved in male pregnancy?” Oscar was trying to sound clinical instead of horny. Even if he felt more horny than clinical.

  “Yeah, sure. You got a question or something?” Adam took Oscar’s question at clinical face value. Oscar must’ve been pretty good at not sounding like a man who just wanted to get fucked hard by his husband, even if that was exactly what he was.

  “I’m specifically interested in the — what’s the medical term for this — the heightened omega libido during pregnancy.” Oscar brushed the tip of his erect dick that was tenting his dress slacks against Adam’s arm.

  “I didn’t know we’re dealing with an urgent situation here.” Adam stared at Oscar’s dick, then lay his hand on it, as if to assess its hardness. He was like a trauma surgeon operating on code red in how quickly he undid Oscar’s zipper. He had Oscar’s cock out of the pants and underwear quickly enough for any emergency procedure. He even unsnapped Oscar’s cummerbund and tossed it to the floor.

  Even if Oscar’s throbbing erection and raging pregnancy hormones weren’t technically a medical emergency, Oscar loved knowing that Adam would be giving him relief. It was relief that only Adam knew how to provide.

  Oscar couldn’t see his dick. His pregnant belly was in the way. But he could see Adam’s beautifully sculpted hair and chiseled face dipping down to work that dick. Below the hair and face was Adam’s perfect dark gray suit. Adam was still wearing his impeccably tailored, impeccably worn, impeccably sharp suit while he prepared to orally pleasure Oscar.

  Oscar knew by feeling, even though he couldn’t see past his belly, when Adam breathed on his dickhead, and then again when Adam breathed his warmth on the shaft. Oscar felt when Adam licked the length of his omega cock, and he definitely knew when Adam plunged Oscar’s dick into his wet, warm mouth and when Adam’s big hairy hands palmed Oscar’s mated omega balls.

  Adam sucked hungrily, flicking his alpha tongue quickly back and forth on Oscar’s sensitive dickhead. Oscar moaned and squeezed his ass cheeks together to shove his dick deeper into Adam. Oscar felt his dick sliding in farther down Adam’s throat through Adam’s puckered lips, even if he couldn’t see past his own pregnant belly. Adam nuzzled his face against Oscar’s pregnant belly as he sucked hard on Oscar’s dick. Oscar felt Adam’s forehead, hair, nose, and stubble rubbing on his pregnant belly.

  “I love you,” Oscar said, with a smile, down to his pregnant belly.

  Adam gently slid Oscar’s dick out of his mouth and looked up, over the horizon of Oscar’s belly, into Oscar’s eyes. “I love you,” Adam said, “and I love our baby too.”

  Oscar spoke directly to his new husband: “I’m all wound up. Can I cum in your mouth before you fuck my ass?”

  Adam grinned. “Love it when my little omega talks like that.” Adam took Oscar’s hard dick back in his mouth, running his whole mouth up and down his length, twirling his tongue on the cockhead, and just barely grazing the shaft with his teeth. Oscar’s body was stiffening. He was breathing faster even when he tried to relax. He knew he was getting closer to climax.

  When Adam gripped Oscar’s balls in his hands and manhandled them like tennis balls in hands hands, firmly squeezing and tugging on them, it was too much for whatever restraint Oscar had to stop himself from cumming. Oscar’s entire lower body convulsed, starting with his thighs and ending with his abdomen. He got a slightly painful cramp from it, bu
t he knew he was cumming. He shot his creamy nectar into Adam’s mouth as Adam bobbed his head on Oscar’s cock and milked and massaged Oscar’s balls. Oscar’s whole body convulsed again, his dick pulsed again, and Adam hungrily swallowed another load of Oscar’s nectar.

  “Are you taking my cum ok, champ?” Oscar asked, with a laugh. It was a selfish orgasm, kind of, but as a pregnant omega, he was entitled to selfish orgasms once in a while. That and Adam would be getting his own orgasm soon as well.

  “Mmmm” was Adam’s only response. He slurped every drop that shot from Oscar’s dick. He frantically milked Oscar’s balls and shaft to try to get just a little bit more of his husband’s love-nectar to swallow.

  Oscar breathed quickly and gently, lovingly ran his hands through Adam’s hair. Then he held Adam’s shoulders: like grips on a bull, or on a tank, not just on any man. Adam was huge. His musculature was huge. Adam’s shoulders really were like hand-grips provided as convenient places for mere mortals to hold on to this Herculean specimen of perfectly honed masculinity and sex.

  “I still want you to fuck my ass,” Oscar said. He massaged Adam’s shoulders as he said it. Rubbing Adam’s shoulders felt like he was preparing his darling husband for the task of taking his ass. Maybe was.

  “What a coincidence.” Adam laughed and looked up at Oscar. “I also still wanna fuck your ass.”

  “Guess there’s no reason for me to zip my pants up again,” Oscar said lazily.

  “Guess not,” Adam said, and unbuckled Oscar’s belt, and let his pants completely drop. He then slid Oscar’s gray cotton briefs down his legs, to expose Oscar’s beautifully, neatly trimmed pubes. Cool air rushed into Oscar’s ass crack. It was already moist with arousal from Adam’s foreplay.

  “I don’t even know where —” Oscar began to say. Then his eyes caught a gigantic beige leather sofa pushed against the wall. It was a slightly bigger version of the leather sofa on which he and Adam had often fucked downstairs at home. The key thing about this sofa was that just like the sofa at home, it would give Oscar a comfortable and not too strenuous position to stay in while Adam pounded his ass from behind. “I was going to say I couldn’t find a place where you could fuck me without wearing out my muscles or giving me a cramp, but then I saw that sofa.”

  “You think that’s an accepted use in our facility rental agreement?” Adam asked with a grin.

  “We’ll just have to ask Zoe after we fuck.” Oscar shrugged innocently. “She’s already pretty accustomed to dealing with us fucking in inappropriate places and at inappropriate times.”

  “Yeah, like that time we—” Adam started to say, his eyes wandering.

  “This isn’t the History Channel, Adam.” Oscar did his best to pregnantly waddle-walk to the sofa. Simple tasks like walking were totally new since pregnancy. But it was all worth it. Pregnancy was worth it, married life was worth it, and now, getting his ass fucked hard by his new husband would definitely be worth it.

  Oscar kneeled on the sofa seat, facing the back cushion. Then he leaned forward, spread his legs far apart, still kneeling, and braced his arms on the sofa’s seat back, and the wall behind the sofa. His face would be almost pushed into the wall, but the idea of that was actually kind of hot. His pregnant belly comfortably rested on a sofa cushion. He felt cool air rushing through his ass crack; he was definitely oozing natural lubrication with how horny he was.

  Adam approached Oscar from behind. Adam’s pants dropped. “Your ass looks gleaming wet with your lube.”

  “My own special Oscar’s Ass blend. Takes a fucking and keeps on ticking, or something like that.” Oscar tilted his head to the left and waited for Adam’s kiss. Adam’s mouth was already there to kiss Oscar’s lips, then to plunge his tongue into Oscar’s mouth.

  Adam palmed Oscar’s cheeks, then gripped them and pulled them apart. “Can I just start fucking you?”

  “Not a matter of can you,” Adam answered. “You have to. Right now. I need it. Badly.”

  Adam moaned slightly as he pushed into Oscar. Oscar felt his ass being filled by the biggest thing that had ever been inside him. Oscar knew Adam’s dick wasn’t literally bigger than the baby, but at that moment, it felt even bigger than the baby, bigger than anything that had ever come in range of Oscar’s body. At that moment, Oscar believed that if he was comfortably taking Adam’s huge dick up his ass, then it wouldn’t be painful at all to birth their baby through his birth flap. But the baby was still months away, and Oscar wanted to get fucked, hard.

  “Is that all you got?” Oscar teased Adam. He felt Adam’s dick grow harder in his ass, and Adam push deeper into him, while holding on to Oscar’s thighs to get a stronger grip to go in deeply.

  “How’s that? Better? Deeper?” Adam said, teasing Oscar right back.

  “Deeper is always better. And that’s definitely deeper, yeah.” Oscar could barely speak. Adam’s dick felt like it was almost in his lungs, expanding all of him. But it was an amazing feeling sexually. Despite having cum just a few minutes before, his dick was hard again, pressed hard against the leather sofa cushion like a thick, hard kickstand.

  Adam pushed himself in and then out of Oscar’s ass-canal. He gripped Oscar’s ass cheeks to pull them apart for deeper penetration. This was the consummation of their marriage: their first married sex. It was the sex that made their marriage, their togetherness official. And it felt amazing. It felt amazing to know that Adam was already Oscar’s mate, married and written in stone. There was no more for Oscar to worry about, no “will he call me in the morning” or anything like that. This was love and sex together as one, between married who were mated and married to each other for life.

  “I love your dick in me,” Oscar muttered. He spread his legs so far apart he felt like he was doing a split in yoga class. Whatever it took, he wanted more of Adam, and he wanted Adam deeper in him. The deeper and harder Adam fucked him, the closer Oscar felt to him.

  Adam started pushing the entire length of his shaft into Oscar, then pulling the entire shaft out of him. He held up and supported Oscar’s pregnant belly on the seat cushion with his right hand. He fondled Oscar’s ass cheek and nuts with his left hand. Fondling those same nuts had sent Oscar into orgasm during the blowjob he’d just given him.

  Adam’s dick in Oscar’s ass was hot. It wasn’t only hot like sexy, but hot like very warm. The friction of it sliding tightly through against Oscar’s lubricated ass canal made even more heat. Oscar felt like he had sexual fireballs in his ass, like Adam’s dick was an electric blanket in cock form, and it felt amazing.

  Every thrust Adam took into and out of him was for Oscar another journey to the heights of pleasure. Oscar wasn’t that far off from cumming again, despite having just cum from the blowjob. Cumming twice in one session wasn’t hard for Oscar when he was pregnant. Pregnancy gave him the sex drive of an eighteen-year-old, even if being pregnant made him too sick or exhausted a lot of the time to properly enjoy that sex drive.

  “Fuck my prostate,” Oscar moaned. His hands clenched the sofa’s back. His pregnant belly was firmly ensconced in the sofa’s seat cushion. He raised his ass higher in the air to give his husband’s dick better access to the sex inside him.

  Adam didn’t slow down his fucking. He crouched down lower while he penetrated the depths of Oscar’s love-channel. He angled his dick upward, to reach Adam’s prostate. Every time Adam’s dickhead grazed Oscar’s prostate, Oscar groaned deeply in pleasure and pushed his ass back to impale himself deeper on Adam’s dickshaft.

  Oscar was already pregnant, but he always wanted Adam to shoot more cum in him. Oscar loved reliving that first explosion of hot fertile love-nectar that made him pregnant. He was already pregnant, but he couldn’t get enough of Adam’s cum shot deep inside him.

  Adam growled and fucked Oscar hard. Oscar pushed back onto Adam every time Adam pushed into him. Adam pulled Oscar’s ass cheeks apart to penetrate him deeper.

  Oscar put his own hands on his ass cheeks instead and opened them deep
. He wanted Adam to jerk his dick instead. “Jack me off, honey. I’ll handle my own ass.” Oscar called out to Adam as he pushed Adam’s hands off his own ass cheeks and put his own hands there, pulling his cheeks apart and letting Adam fuck his hole deeper.

  He’d never called Adam anything like honey or sweetheart before. He wanted to try it out. He and Adam were, after all, newlyweds.

  “I’m jerking you hard,” Adam said with a desperate, throaty growl. He pumped Oscar’s dick like a piston, pumping and squeezing and milking and running his fingertips over the sensitive dickhead. Adam roared and pushed into Oscar. His dickhead was definitely expanding even more inside the depths of Oscar’s love-channel. Oscar’s favorite part started: Adam’s throbbing dick, Adam’s pumping balls, the fiery hot explosion of hot cum deep into Oscar’s ass.

  Adam’s whole body spasmed once, pushing into Oscar deeper. Warm manly love-syrup pushed in spurts from Adam’s dickshaft deep into Oscar’s ass. Adam frantically milked Oscar’s dick and manhandled his balls as Adam himself shot rope after rope deep into his husband. Then Oscar pushed his ass back so his prostate would rub Adam’s knotted dickhead in him.

  Oscar gripped the sofa’s backrest and started shooting his own cum. Adam’s hands couldn’t hold all the volume of Oscar’s omega nectar. It splattered the sofa. The smell filled the room.

  As Oscar shot his last ropes into Adam’s hand, Adam’s alpha cum still poured into Oscar. Oscar imagined Adam’s cum making him pregnant over and over. Oscar wanted Adam to always breed him, always pour cum into him, always make him feel like a good fertile omegas.

  Adam leaned forward and slipped his tongue behind Oscar’s ear. He licked and sucked on Adam’s earlobe. He must have known not to try pulling out his dick yet; the dickhead was obviously expanded deep in Oscar’s ass and couldn’t come out yet. Oscar was loving the sensation of Adam’s swollen, spent dickhead deep in him, while Adam sucked his earlobe, probed his earhole, and licked and sucked on his neck.