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The clinking of keys filled the small hallway of the residence, a pleasant sound welcoming Varka.
It was past ten, the blond alpha glanced quickly at his wristwatch.
A tired sigh accompanied by a small smile.
The hallway was dark, all the lights in the house were off; the time really didn't lie, and it was too late to see them awake anyway.
The alpha took a few steps to remove the police officer's heavy boots and threw them into the shoe rack in the hallway. The keys were placed on a small side table along with a vase of flowers and a framed wedding photo with his omega.
Varka looked at the photo with a satisfied smile; Flins always looked handsome in formal clothes — the black suit suited his body well.
The blond walked to a small closet at the end of the hallway, placing his vest there to organize it properly tomorrow; he didn't want to go upstairs now, it was late and making noise to wake them was not something the alpha wanted.
Varka smiled as he used the plural in his thoughts.
The alpha opened the refrigerator, cautiously observing what he would devour in the next few minutes before taking his shower and finally joining his omega in a delicious, cozy sleep, before waking up and going back to the agency to hear Jean's complaints about reports and new problems from Mondstadt and now, from Nod-Krai.
Varka grunted; he hated being away from Flins, especially now that the beautiful omega carried within him a future (perhaps) copy of himself.
The blond grabbed a piece of cheese and looked at the cupboard in sequence: A sandwich seemed perfect; after all, it wouldn't make a mess, much less make noise to wake his omega.
“Argh…” Varka imagined the omega sleeping serenely in the enormous double bed, his face serene as he slept peacefully with his beautiful and adorable protruding belly. Damn, that was tempting; he be lying if he said him didn't have an inner desire to penetrate him with all the will him being craved, to invade that tiny, prominent pussy again while the omega moaned desperately and needily as they had liked to do since they got married a year ago. Varka wanted to feel the omega's insides contract, he would love to see Flins struggling to keep up with he rhythm…
Oh yes, to see him moan exhausted while carrying his pup, his hands holding the protrusion as he threw himself against his alpha's cock… Yes, her mind longed for that…
Oh, archons. Focus, Varka! Concentrate on your dinner!
The blond sighed defeatedly, banishing those animalistic sexual thoughts; he would never do that to his omega in that state. Flins is beautiful. But when he gets pregnant, it seems his demeanor becomes even more angelic? Varka couldn't explain it, but somehow, Flins managed to become even more beautiful as he stroked his six-month pregnant belly while humming softly in his rocking chair in the small tea area of the house. The sounds of the streets, the light breeze, were the personification of divine beauty in Varka's eyes; something that made him even more enamored (if that was possible).
Furthermore, during the pregnancy, Flins opted to wear looser clothes, gradually getting rid of his tighter, more formal attire, giving way to other styles: first it was sweatshirts and shorts, and Varka found it adorable to see him wearing his shirts while observing something of interest to him. However, after completing four months of pregnancy, the omega rejected all the clothes he had worn before, opting instead for loose dresses and satin nightgowns.
At first, the omega with beautiful dark purple hair was hesitant to wear the clothes in front of Varka, but the alpha assured him that regardless of the clothes, he would still love him anyway.
It was adorable to see him smile as he called him to help choose the crib; Varka smiled, hugging him from behind, carefully looking at the options in the catalog on his omega's cell phone.
“Darling?...”
Varka moved her eyes to where the unmistakable voice of her omega was coming from, smiling as she saw him standing leaning against the wall. His beautiful green eyes gazed curiously at the taller man, touching his protruding belly.
“My love...” Varka stopped preparing her sandwiches and walked over to Flins, kissing him on the forehead, gently holding his chin. “Sorry, I arrived late for dinner together. Did I wake you both?”
Flins smiled, appreciating the affection, letting his alpha touch him.
“No, we’ve been awake for hours. I was worried, you didn’t arrive at the usual time…” Flins replied sweetly, hating when his Alpha wasn’t home to sleep cuddled up together for the rest of the night; however, he knew how exhausting the blond’s work was.
“I thought maybe…”
Varka looked at him, noticing the insecurity in the omega’s voice.
“Flins, we’ve already talked about this.” The Mondstadian replied, kissing the shorter man’s forehead again. “There’s no reason for you to be jealous of me, my love.”
Flins pouted.
“Of course, I know, but still…” Varka smiled and pulled him to sit on his lap in one of the kitchen chairs.
"Okay, let’s forget about it.” Varka leaned him against his chest, listening to the shorter man purr.
“You didn’t sleep, did you? Was it the nausea in addition to your adorable jealousy?”
Flins confirmed with a sigh, feeling his long, disheveled hair being stroked by his husband in a brief, cozy silence.
"Yes, that too…” Flins murmured wearily.
The green-eyed young man replied sadly, remembering the wonderful fish fillet dish he had received from Lauma, his coworker. The omega had learned to make his favorite dish to cheer him up during his lunch break, but it was thrown away a few minutes later in one of the toilets in the curator's bathroom.
Lauma and Nefer; both forced Flins to take early maternity leave, which the omega protested because he wanted to continue working with the curatorial team, however, he was now confined at home and boredom had been consuming him for the past few weeks.
"Let me guess, Lauma and Nefer had a part in this….” Varka stroked the omega's back, who, in response, hid his face in the crook of the blond's neck, sniffing the woody scent of his alpha.
“I was sure that this time I would be able to help with the work…” The omega defended himself, sighing as he felt Varka press him closer, the Mondstadian was serious again.
“Flins.” Varka pulled him closer, then looked at him seriously; or trying to, since Flins was wearing a semi-transparent blue-green nightgown with thin straps that, in that position, had left his milky thighs exposed.
“You know you should be careful and get extra rest, my love.”
Flins stared at him expressionlessly.
“Varka, I’m pregnant, not sick.” The omega retorted.
Varka sighed, knowing they were now heading towards an argument. Okay, this wasn't part of the plan before bed, but the blond didn't like how unconcerned Flins was about his fragile state now.
“You’re not sick, but your body is fragile, my love, our baby is here…” Varka replied, caressing her husband's belly, smiling contentedly.
“I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. So avoid doing things that require physical exertion.”
Flins watched silently; Varka's serious tone made him happy and quite excited.
Which didn't go unnoticed by the alpha.
“Do you really think I can’t do the same things I did before the pregnancy?” Flins inquired, staring into the eyes of the Mondstadian, who blushed slightly at his omega's fixed gaze.
“Well… I mean. Uhm.” Varka awkwardly chirped, suddenly the kitchen had been flooded with the omega’s pheromones; the sweet scent of Nod-Krai rainbow flowers mixed with hazelnut hit him hard.
Flins was teasing him.
"Flins, no! Damn it, you’re pregnant… we can’t…”
“Why can’t we?” Flins slid his hands down to his husband’s trousers, feeling the large, familiar bulge trapped beneath the pants and the enormous leather belt.
“That’s not what this boy here says.”
Varka gasped, holding his husband’s hand, his flushed face still trying to maintain what little control he had left.
“Flins, you…” The words were jumbled in the alpha’s mind, the sweet scent leaving him dizzy with pleasure. His control was hanging by a thread.
“I want you, Varka.” The omega responded, his hand touching the throbbing member beneath his husband's pants, feeling the taller man's body shudder.
"Please, love. You know it's bad to leave a pregnant person with cravings, don't you?"
Varka gripped his husband's waist, pulling them close together. The blond man's breathing was rapid, as if he'd run a marathon, his eyes wide and dark like a night sea in Nod-Krai. Flins smiled as he watched his husband's control slip away.
"Damn, I've wanted to fuck you for months," Varka replied, lifting Flins into his arms effortlessly, almost as if it were normal for the alpha.
The blond man brutally placed the shorter man on the table (though careful with his stomach). There was no time to go to the bedroom or even consider walking to the sofa.
"In the kitchen? You pervert," Flins teased, resting his elbows on the cold surface, sighing as he felt his underwear being hastily removed by his husband's agile hands.
“...” Varka didn't respond to the other's provocation, his eyes and all his senses were fixed on the entrance with throbbing pink lips. The blond used his fingers to separate the lips and finally observe the already lubricated entrance, eagerly dripping for more.
Varka swallowed the saliva that had accumulated unconsciously in his mouth.
Varka could distinguish some words that Flins uttered before taking his husband's pussy into his mouth; the disjointed words spoken by the omega gave way to hisses and moans. The Mondstadian sucked and licked every delicious inch of the pussy, nibbling at his husband's groin while penetrating him with two fingers to a certain point in the vaginal canal, switching the omega's sensitive spots. Varka plunged his fingers into his most precious sensitive spot; the wet sound of the entrance being penetrated by his fingers, one of them with the wedding ring, was music to Varka's ears.
Flins groaned desperately, Varla teased his cavity, making him revel in the sensation of his sensitive spots being touched all at once, quickly and precisely. The feeling of being penetrated by his husband's fingers drove him wild, almost bringing him to the brink with just them.
“Vark… P-please. Oh… A-Archon…” Flins sobbed, trembling, clutching the strong arm that wasn’t being used by the alpha, receiving comfort while still being penetrated by three fingers.
“I-I’m going to…”
Suddenly, Varka slowed down the speed at which he penetrated Flins’s pussy with his fingers, splashing onto the table. The alpha stepped back and observed his husband in tatters on the flat surface of the table, his milky skin in the dim light from the window making him more attractive than ever.
Varka licked his fingers and smiled maliciously at Flins. “Delicious…” the alpha murmured as he took off his pants, becoming completely naked, fixing his eyes on the omega’s entrance.
“V-Varka… Quicker…” Flins replied impatiently, his body yearning for his alpha.
“You look beautiful begging for me, you know?” The blond approached the table again, holding his husband’s thighs and making him open completely; Flins watched apprehensively, clutching his stomach.
If you only knew how much I’ve longed for this, Flins…” Varka moved her husband’s legs, exposing him as much as possible. “I’m going to fuck you so hard your belly will be full of my seed.” The blond smiled, showing his canines, his dark eyes completely lost in desire and lust.
“V-Varka… W-Wait…” Flins trembled as he felt the alpha’s body weight consume him; the Mondstadian was practically on top of the table, their eyes locked: Flins could see that this was no longer his sweet and loving husband.
“I’m going to fill you up, Flins,” Varka assured him.
“Varka… c-calm down, the baby…”
“Babies?… Oh, yes. We’re going to have several. Maybe ten, or more. I want to see you huge. Bearing several pups at the same time.”
Varka held the shorter man's chin, staring into the eyes of his fiancé, who watched him in disbelief, his breathing quickening. The alpha smiled with an animalistic malice.
The next instant, Flins felt his husband's penis penetrate him. For seconds, the world fell silent, and his body arched. A silent cry escaped the omega's parted lips, tears streaming from the corners of the purple-haired boy's eyes.
"V-Varka!!…" Flins mustered the strength to call out, but it came out more like a plea than a call.
Varka maintained the same satisfied and mischievous smile, kissing the omega's cheek while wiping away his tears. He was inside Flins, warm and tight, almost making him ejaculate right there.
"Shh… that's it, breathe, darling." Varka whispered, helping his omega maintain a rhythm so as not to further distress him. Varka watched the crying and shock with a smile, caressing his belly every time the omega sobbed.
"Like that… continue."
"Oh Varka… I-I…." The omega groaned between sobs, closing his eyes briefly as he felt the slow thrusts begin.
“Look at me.” Varka pleaded, but his tone became urgent, almost an order to the omega, who promptly obeyed the command.
“That’s it… Don’t look away.”
Flins moaned as the thrusts into his vagina became rhythmic, the creaking of the table keeping pace with the gradually increasing speed as Varka wanted. It wasn’t long before the alpha groaned hoarsely as he pumped hard into his strong vaginal cavity, taking Flins to the depths of pleasure. The table below them betrayed the brutality the Mondstadian assumed in his thrusts, never breaking eye contact. At one point, Varka pumped his penis rapidly while holding the omega’s pregnant belly, as he was absorbed in his pleasure.
“Flins, my Flins.” Varka moaned between whispers and growls, the omega struggling to keep his eyes open as his pussy was devoured by the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius.
At one point, the omega was pulled off the table, his hands placed on the cold base while his ass was arched. Flins was about to question him about the reason for the change of position but was interrupted when he felt one of Varka's enormous hands firmly grip his hair at the nape of his neck, the thrusts began at a frenetic pace making Flins groan between sobs of thick tears.
"Fuck!!! Yes! That's it... I'm going to finish off your delicious pussy, darling." Varka uttered with grunts accompanied by a terrifying smile, there was no self-control left there.
Flins trembled as Varka thrust into his womb, using one hand to hold his belly. The knight pulled at his purple hair, pressing the entrance closer to his groin; the thud of their flesh colliding violently was music to Varka's ears.
"Like this? Is this how you wanted it, huh?" the alpha inquired, thrusting deeply again and watching Flins writhe and scream his name. "You wanted me to fill that greedy cunt again, didn't you? Right, love, I'll satisfy your desire."
The Grand Master continued, maintaining a rigorous rhythm with his thrusts. Flins, on the other hand, could no longer distinguish anything his husband was saying; his existence at that moment was reduced to moans and disoriented sobs.
“I’m going to cum in your pussy enough to get you pregnant again, and again, and again…” Varka murmured as him released the purple strands of hair and grabbed the omega’s chin, forcing them both to stay pressed together. Varka and Flins gasped and moaned together, almost united by the delicious sex they were having at that moment.
Varka pulled him into a kiss, which Flins returned with the same intensity. Their tongues fought for space, mixed with their moans, especially Flins, who delighted in his husband’s rough thrusts.
A deep, eager, and passionate kiss to seal their true love.
“By Barbatos, Master Varka!” Jean exhaled his fury through the small dodoco device under the dresser in the meeting room. Nefer smiled, amused by the alpha's embarrassing situation: being reprimanded by his own pupil was, at the very least, ironic.
“Jean, I-I can explain…” Varka replied, or tried to, because the blonde woman reprimanded him again.
“You were unreachable for the rest of the morning; we tried to contact Miss Nefer and others. What happened?!” Jean rambled on about the concerns in Mondstadt, his disappearance, and the lack of news about the situation in Nod-Krai.
“Ah… about that, haha…” Varka replied shyly, followed by the eyes of the Sumerian woman, who watched the whole situation amused.
“Don't worry, Miss Jean, he was busy with matters involving the curatorship. Location information could not be shared with people outside the responsible team.” Nefer responded by sitting down next to Varka, petting her black cat as she answered. “I hope you understand, secrecy is one of the important rules in missions involving our work.”
The dodock's silence betrayed the knight's thoughts, analyzing the words of the woman whom the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius trusted.
“Right. Of course.” Jean said in her most relaxed voice, perhaps Lisa had calmed her with her words outside the call.
“Please, just keep us informed if anything happens to you.”
“I certainly will, Jean.” Varka replied with her usual playful air, ending the conversation by asking how the others were doing in Mondstadt and other lighthearted things.
Soon the dodock was silent again.
“Hilarious.” Nefer began.
“Please no, Miss Nefer.” Varka sighed defeatedly. “I’ve already suffered enough humiliations for today.”
The Sumerian simply confirmed and asked Jahoda to call Lauma, who was in the upstairs room apart from the “discussion” with the Grand Master while attending to Flins’ medical exams.
“Is he really alright?...” Varka inquired worriedly, his voice filled with guilt. After the delightful night, they both went to sleep, but Flins woke up with a sore body and couldn’t move.
“Lauma said everything is normal with the baby.” The green-haired alpha assured him, Varka’s expression relaxing seconds later. “He’s just suffering the consequences of the previous night, of course.”