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Growing eggs kind of fucking sucked, if Blitzø was being honest. Not that he was admitting it to anyone, but he could think it. And he did.

There was morning sickness and mood swings and he was fucking cold all the time. He was barely showing but his back already ached.

Millie was more excited than he was. She let out an ear-piercing squeal when Blitzø broke the news in the middle of a meeting. Moxxie was being a little, overprotective bitch about it, acting like now that he was knocked up Blitzø couldn’t take care of himself anymore.

“When are you planning on sitting out on cases, sir?” Like asking when he was going to stop working at his own company was okay.

“When are you planning on popping out a few of your own kids, Moxx?” He asked with so much fake sweetness he got a cavity, but it shut Moxxie right up.

Octavia was... well, that was kind of fucked. Stolas said she went to stay with her mother and wasn’t returning his calls. “She needs time to process,” he said. Which was fair, he guessed. She had just gotten used to him and Stolas being mated and Blitzø moving in. But Blitzø could tell how upset Stolas was. There just wasn’t anything he could do about it because guns wouldn’t fix this problem.

“You’re not joking, are you?” Fizz asked over brunch because Blitzø was a guy that went to brunch now. Fizz enjoyed it and it was one of the few times he left Ozzie’s tower besides going to the club, so Blitzø figured he’d be nice and not bitch about how gay it was.

Plus, he wasn’t paying so...

He shoved a forkful of pancakes in his mouth. “Why the fuck would I joke about something like that?”

Fizz looked unimpressed with his table manners. He waited until he swallowed his bacon before answering. “If you’re serious, that means I won my bet with Oz.”

“Of course I’m serious. Do you want to see the stick I peed on?” He paused with another forkful of pancakes halfway to his mouth when the rest of what Fizz said clicked. “You’re taking bets on my relationship, you dick?”

He kind of wanted to be mad about it, but it was exactly the kind of thing he would do so he let it slide. Especially when Fizz said he would take care of the baby shower. Fizz knew how to throw a party.

Loona just shrugged when he told her and said, “I already knew,” when he showed up at the apartment the same night he took the test. After he and Stolas finished fucking on the bathroom floor and he took a shower, anyway. He wasn’t that much of an asshole to show up at his daughter’s apartment (because Blitzø didn’t live there anymore, did he?) smelling like sex.

“What do you mean you already knew?”

She curled up on the other end of the couch with a beer for herself and handed him a glass of milk with a smirk. He scowled at it and sat it on the end table.

She then tapped her nose. “I can smell it. I figured out what it was like three days ago.”

She'd known for three fucking days? “Why didn’t you fucking say anything?”

Somehow they were yelling at each other. “I figured you’d tell me when you were ready!” she barked.

And he growled right back, “I didn’t even know until a few hours ago!”

The tension popped as fast as it appeared and maybe a few of the tears weren’t just from laughing so hard. “Satan, you’re an idiot.”

He flipped her off, but she smiled softly. “I know you always wanted kids.”

“Hey.” Blitzø scooted over so he could pull Loona to lean against his shoulder. “I have a kid. This is just,” he gestured to his stomach, trying to find the right words. Eventually, he settled for, “extra.”

“I’m telling them you said that,” Loona huffed and he poked her in the side, smiling at her giggle.

They sat there together, letting the silence settle. He thought they were done talking altogether and was about to get up and leave because he had to piss and he missed his stupid alpha when Loona whispered, “Congrats, Dad.”

That part wasn’t too bad.

The getting poked and prodded by some midwife Stolas called up from Sloth because Blitzø was ‘geriatric’ and there were a lot of complications that could pop up was something he could have done without. There were no recorded cases of a demon like Stolas and an imp having babies so the midwife had no idea how the eggs would develop or how long it would take before he laid or fucking anything at all.

Which was so fucking comforting.

But they got an ultrasound on her first visit and the midwife said everything looked to be progressing okay so far. Stolas held his hand through the whole thing, resting his chin on Blitzø’s head between his horns. He cried. Maybe Blitzø did, too.

He stared at the grainy little black-and-white printout long after the woman left and Stolas went to get some work done in his study. Running his fingers gently across the four little blobs like they were actual eggs he could break. Feeling the weight of everything crashing in on him.

Stolas found him like that, bawling in the middle of their bed, under the pile of blankets he stole from the linen closet to help keep him warm. Blitzø didn’t even try to resist when Stolas climbed under them and wrapped his arms around him. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to fuck this up, Stolas.”

“Neither do I, but you already have a daughter, Blitzø. You realize as much as I do how easy it is to fuck up despite our best intentions.”

That was definitely about Via. Things were still tense between them. Via was texting, but she refused to come home. Still, that wasn’t helping his current situation. “Wow, that’s making me feel sooooo much better,” he grumbled against Stolas’ chest fluff.

His bird chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “All we can do is our best, darling, and love them.”

That wasn’t going to be a problem. Blitzø already loved the little eggs inside of him and they were barely bigger than a grape.

“Yeah,” he sighed. He tipped his head back to meet Stolas’ eyes. “Can we get ice cream and do movie night?”

“Anything you want, Blitzø,” Stolas murmured against his lips.

He pulled Stolas the scant distance into a kiss by his shirt and, yeah, maybe the ice cream and movies could wait a little longer. He was way more interested in getting between Stolas’ legs all of a sudden.

“Anything, huh?” he said softly and set the ultrasound picture on the nightstand. Then he was pushing Stolas down against the bed and crawling between his thighs, leaving the blankets pooled around his shoulders. “How about I eat you out for a few hours first?”

Stolas shivered, feathers fluffing in that way that let Blitzø know he was totally up for it. Lifted his hips so Blitzø could slide his pants off. “If that’s what you want, darling, I won’t deny you.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Blitzø settled on his stomach and pushed Stolas’ legs wider getting a perfect view of juicy birdpuss. One swipe of his tongue had Stolas panting and clutching at the sheets. “That’s my good, little whore. You taste so good, alpha.”

Blitzø usually only broke the alpha stuff out when he was in heat. Or when Stolas was in rut, he did it then, too. But it just felt right.

He circled his tongue around the rim of Stolas’ hole before delving inside and found the little nub at the top with his thumb, loving the way it made Stolas clench. As soon as the thighs around his ears were trembling, he looked up the length of Stolas’s body and withdrew his tongue with a slurp. “Maybe if you’re really good and cum on my tongue, I’ll let you have my cock.”

“Oh, fuck, Blitzø,” Stolas moaned.

“You like having your omega fuck you, don’t you?” He didn’t expect an answer because he shoved his tongue back in and he didn’t get one. Blitzø lost himself in the feeling and the taste of Stolas. The sounds he made when Blitzø added a couple of fingers. Twisting them before pulling them back out.

It was nice and warm under the blankets, even warmer between Stolas’ thighs. Blitzø fingered his nice and slow, taking his time to work his pretty bird up, content to stay there. If Stoals let him, he was tempted to stay the whole night. The noises he made were turning him on and he could feel himself get wet which got him frustrated because his hands were busy doing important things already. Luckily for him, he had a way to solve that problem and teased the spade of his tail between the lips of his pussy.

He got his knees under him and pressed deeper, groaning against Stolas. It was like a feedback loop, Stolas moaning, muscles clenching around him which had Blitzø driving his tail harder into the mess between his legs. Stolas was just as lost, grabbing his horns to press Blitzø harder against his hole, and he went willingly. Swallowed every drop and chased more like a glutton.

He didn’t stop until Stolas was wrung dry and panting against the sheets. It took some work to scramble on top of him when he wasn't willing to pull his tail free or give up the warmth of the blankets, but he managed it and reached up to caress Stolas’ cheek to make sure Stolas was still with him.

Only the lower set of eyes cracked open, but Stolas smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his palm. Blitzø was not going to cry. At least not before he got his dick wet. He hid his face in Stolas’ feathers and tried to concentrate on the feeling in his pussy until the wave of emotion passed. He couldn’t help nuzzling at Stolas, trying to make him smell more like Blitzø, and pressing a parting kiss to his chest before he looked up with a leer. “Ready to get your reward for being a good boy?”

The eyes looking back at him were just as hungry and Blitzø slid into tight heat. He rocked into Stolas steadily, gripping his thighs, keeping himself plugged with his tail. He was so full and Stolas felt so good, the taste of him still sitting on his tongue.

He had to stop, buried deep, panting against Stolas’ stomach. Overwhelmed by everything. He didn’t resist when Stolas eased him onto his back, moaning when the new position had him sliding in deeper.

“My poor darling,” Stolas cooed and started grinding against Blitzø. Stolas ran his hands up his body, pausing to caress the bump where the eggs were growing before continuing up his chest and tweaking his nipples. “So desperate. Couldn’t even wait to get your cock in me. If you wanted to be filled, darling, all you had to do was say.”

He was desperate. Couldn’t remember a time when he had felt this intense need to get laid, not even his heat. It wasn’t just about getting off, he needed his alpha. He held onto Stolas while he rocked his hips and thrust his tail in and out of himself. He came between one breath and the next.

He let Stolas worry about getting them situated under the covers and pulled until Stolas was lying on top of him. “But the eggs—”

“Shh. They’re fine.” He probably wouldn’t be able to do this once the eggs got bigger, but he didn’t want to think about that. Right now he was warm and didn’t feel like shit and just came his brains out.

Stolas settled on top of him, leisurely stroking over Blitzø’s waist and the side of his bump while Blitzø purred. Stolas had been touching it a lot lately. Whenever part of Blitzø was close enough for him to reach when they were sleeping. “You’re proud of yourself, huh?”

“Hmm?” Stolas sounded halfway to sleep and Blitzø poked him in the side making him squawk. They still had ice cream to eat and movies to watch. Blitzø hadn’t forgotten.

“You keep touching the baby bump.”

“Oh.” He pulled his hand away and, damn it, that wasn’t what Blitzø wanted so he pulled it right back.

“I didn’t say I minded, Stols. I think it’s cute. Big bad alpha all proud he planted a bun in this oven.”

“It’s not that. I mean it’s part of it.” Stolas blushed when he admitted that and Blitzø would have teased him about it if he didn’t sound so serious. “I didn’t get to experience any of this before Via was laid.”

Because Stolas had been married to a frigid bitch who hated him went unsaid. They might have shared a bed, but Blitzø couldn’t see Stella letting Stolas just touch her casually like that. He covered Stolas’ hands with his own. “I like it when you touch me,” he assured Stolas, watching the tension leave his shoulders. He couldn’t leave it at that, though. Because he was who he was and added, “It’s what got us into this situation.”

Stolas leaned in to kiss him while their hands still cradled their soon-to-be kids and it was sappy as fuck but Blitzø found he didn’t hate it.

Fucking hormones.

“Yeah, yeah, alright. You owe me ice cream and a movie night, baby daddy.” He crawled off the bed and stole Stolas’ robe off the end of the bed. The red one that barely covered his birdpuss. The sleeves hung past Blitzø’s hands, the hem dragging on the floor, covering him from neck to hoof and it smelled like Stolas.

“Blitzø?”

He jerked, realizing he’d been caught sniffing the robe. Stolas was watching him with his head bent at that freaky angle that made it look like his neck was broken. His tail swished under the hem, a flush spreading across his cheeks. “I’m not giving this back.”

Stolas shrugged and disappeared through the doorway to the bathroom. When he came back out, he was dressed in a different robe. He had a whole damn closet full of them, it wasn’t like he would miss one. They padded into the kitchen together to raid the freezer and then curled up on the couch in the family room. Stolas didn’t even complain when he insisted they watch Spirited Away for the millionth time.

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Turned out being honry all the time was just the new normal. He didn’t even always want to be fucked. He just wanted to get some part of himself in Stolas or some part of Stolas in him, depending on his mood. Sometimes both.

It wouldn’t take more than a brush of Stolas’ fingers against his neck during breakfast before he was dragging the bird back to bed to bend him over his fancy couch to fuck him until they both came. Everyone knew why he was half an hour late picking them up after the first time it happened. Moxxie didn’t even bitch at him anymore, blushing and looking uncomfortable while Millie giggled beside him in the backseat. It was honestly a bonus.

Or the time he was laying in bed in Stolas’ robe after getting home, growing restless waiting for him to get done doing whatever magicy shit he did all day, and stalked off to find him in his office, pouring over some big old book. Blitzø didn’t say anything before pushing Stolas’ chair out far enough that he could climb under the desk. Stolas blinked down at where Blitzø was kneeling between his legs but realized what was happening when Blitzø pulled his chair back in, wrapped his hands around Stolas’ thighs, and waited to be told to get out because Stolas was busy. When that didn’t happen, Blitzø pulled the crotch of his romper aside and dove in.

He didn’t know if Stolas got any work done after that, but he also didn’t care. Stolas moved one of his legs so Blitzø was straddling it and Blitzø rutted against it while he got Stoals off on his tongue and his fingers. He stopped after he came for the second time and stumbled out from under the desk on shakey legs, licking his lips and his fingers clean.

Stolas was sprawled in his chair looking fucked out, panting with a hand pressed to his chest. He smirked over his shoulder and closed Stolas’ beak with his tail, throwing a little more sway into his hips when he headed for the door. Pregnancy was doing great things for his ass. “I’m going to take a bath.”

Baths before bed became his new routine, soaking all the warmth into his skin before crawling under his nest of blankets so he could sleep.

Blitzø was pouring bubble bath in the water when Stolas showed up.

One time he left in the middle of a meeting. Moxxie was talking about something and it was boring, so he started fucking around on his phone instead. He was scrolling through pictures of Stoals on Sinstagram because he loved the bird and kind of missed him when they weren’t together. He stopped dead on the one of him wearing a dopey sun hat and an apron in the garden, suddenly soaking through his pants. He got up and left, ignoring Moxxie when he asked, “Sir, where are you going?”

He heard Loona say, “You don’t want to know,” before the door clicked shut behind him and winced.

One text to Stolas and Blitzø was stepping through a portal into the backyard. His bird wasn’t putzing around in his garden, but he was on a pool lounger, which was almost better. Stolas didn’t ask any questions when Blitzø started stripping off his clothes and straddled his lap. He got a little huffy when Blitzø took the book out of his hand and tossed it somewhere. “I didn’t even save my place, Blitzø.”

“Need your cock,” he demanded. Stolas still had that bitchy look on his face, but he sighed, a wave of his hand sending a cloud of magic swirling around them. It tasted sharp on his tongue and he parted Stolas’s robe like he was unwrapping a present. The benefit of magic was that Stolas didn’t have to get hard, he just was. Blitzø stroked him anyway just to watch Stolas squirm, spreading the fluid leaking from the tip all over the shaft.

Stolas went right to his bump, hands running over the shape of it like Blitzø knew he would, let out a guttural moan when Blitzø pushed up on his knees to sink onto the thick length of his cock. It felt bigger than normal and he was already on the verge of coming by the time he got the whole thing inside, the knot at the base just starting to pop. He had to take a moment with his face pressed against Stolas’s chest, fingers twisted in the fabric of Stolas’ robe before he started moving. He felt frantic before he got here, but now that Stolas was inside of him, he felt calmer.

The sun was warming his back and Stolas was warming his front and nothing else had felt this perfect in a long time. His orgasm built slowly, rocking his hips back and forth, trading kisses and lazy touches. When Stolas bit down over his mating bite, Blitzø felt like he was tumbling off a trapeze, except Stolas was there to catch him.

They stayed tangled around each other until Blitzø started to shiver and he clung to Stolas as he was carried inside.

Blitzø turned one way and the other, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, running his hands along his distended abdomen. He looked down at the bump, scowled when he could only see the tips of his hooves, and then back up at his reflection. “Do I look fat?”

Stolas poked his head out of the closet. “What did you say, darling?”

“Do I look fat?”

Stolas walked out, buttoning up his shirt. “You’re pregnant, not fat.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Blitzø turned, using his tail to balance when he moved too fast. “Do I look fat?”

Stolas let out a sigh so deep it pissed Blitzø off. “I feel like this is a trick question and no matter how I answer you’re going to be upset.”

“Probably,” he admitted. He crossed his arms, his tail swishing behind him. “Answer it anyway.”

Stolas knelt in front of Blitzø and cupped his cheeks. “I think you’re beautiful. I always think you’re beautiful. And even if you were fat,” Blitzø opened his mouth to say something he might regret after he ate breakfast, but Stolas cut him off, “If! I said if. If you were, I wouldn’t care. You’re amazing and I love you.”

“How am I supposed to be mad when you say shit like that,” he pouted.

Stolas smiled, all smug, and Blitzø was on his way to getting pissy again when Stolas leaned down to kiss the pout off his lips before nipping a trail down his neck. He melted into Stolas’ hands, letting himself be kissed and petted and carried to bed.

Stolas laid him out across the sheets, nuzzling his way down Blitzø’s body, paying more attention to the bump, cooing like the eggs could hear him or some shit. Or maybe that was for him. Whatever the reason, it was kind of nice. Blitzø ran his fingers through Stolas’ feathers, relaxing further, but having Stolas so close to his dick made him squirm.

“Blitzø,” Stolas drawled, dragging a single talon up the inside of his leg, stopping just short of where Blitzø wanted his fingers. “Did you need something, darling?”

He growled in frustration, threw his head back, and whined.

“Shh, tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“Fuck me.” He tugged on the feathers still clutched in his fingers.

“In a minute,” Stolas murmured, intent on caressing all of Blitzø's curves—his thighs, his hips, over the swell of his stomach. “Look at you. All round with our eggs. My perfect omega.”

“Glad this is doing it for you.” Blitzø snorted, but it was doing it for him, too, seeing how much Stolas was turned on by his body. His cock was leaking against the underside of his stomach, pussy dripping against the sheets.

“Mmm. Very much.” The words were spoken against his skin, followed by a tongue stroking his skin. He arched into it, into the hands touching him, soaking up Stolas’ praise. His eyes were closed, but he smelled magic in the air and moaned before Stolas thrust into him, the sound dragging out loud and broken. “You’re so tight, darling.”

“Fuck me,” Blitzø said again, pleading this time, tail twining helplessly around Stolas’ waist. Stolas pulled out until the tip sat against his lips then thrust in. Not too hard, Stolas has been so careful with him lately that it made Blitzø want to snap and snarl sometimes, but there was still power behind them. He was deep, fingers digging into Blitzø’s hips hard enough to leave bruises.

He purred, hands twisting in the sheets while Stolas fucked him, filth spilling from his beak. “You take my cock so well, Blitzø. You weren’t even in heat when you caught. If I hadn’t done so already, I would breed you now.”

The thought alone was enough to make Blitzø come, chemicals flooding his brain and stars exploding behind his eyelids. Stolas fucked him through it. He was anticipating the stretch of his knot.

It never came.

Stolas pulled out and he felt like crying. He opened his eyes at the shadow that moved across his eyelids and was about to ask Stolas what the fuck, but his mouth went dry when Stolas hunched over him with his beak set in a harsh line, the hand that wasn’t holding him up wrapped around his cock, stroking from base to tip. Through the haze of his orgasm, he watched Stolas jack off when he had a perfectly good pussy to come in right there.

Maybe I can get him to come in my mouth instead, Blitzø thought and licked his lips. He tried to ask what Stolas was doing and only got as far as “What” before hot ropes of cum painted his stomach. Stolas groaned, squeezing every last drop out and milking his knot with his fist.

Stolas sat back to catch his breath, shoulders slumped. His eyes cleared of whatever madness had lurked there before they widened and focused on him. Stolas pressed a hand to his beak. “Oh. I apologize. I don’t know why I did that.”

“I do,” Blitzø grunted. He studied the cum on his stomach, watching it pool across his skin. Dragged a finger through it and stuck it in his mouth, smirking around the digit when Stolas made a punch-out sound behind his hand. He pulled his finger from his mouth with a loud pop and kept playing with Stolas’ jizz. “And don’t apologize, Stols. It was hot. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Stolas’ eyes followed the movements. He sounded distracted when he asked, “What do you mean?”

“This is a big flashing neon sign that I belong to you. As if the eggs in here aren’t enough,” he snorted, patting the sides of his stomach. “An alpha marking his territory.”

Stolas looked horrified, crawling up to lay next to him, caressing his cheek. “You know I don’t think that. We talked about—”

Blitzø clamped his beak shut. “Did you not hear what I said? It was hot. I liked it. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“Okay,” Stolas said.

That’s what Blitzø thought he said anyway. He couldn’t actually tell, but he let go of his beak anyway. “Good, 'cause I’m going to need you to do that again.”

Stolas perked up, blinking his big bird eyes. He sounded so hopeful that Blitzø laughed when he asked, “Again?”

“Not now because I need a nap, but we are doing this again later.”

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“Have you thought about where you want to lay the eggs yet, darling? The midwife said it would be any day now.”

Blitzø was sitting in bed with his back against Stola’s chest. His bird had his arms about him so he would rub his stomach. It eased some of the discomfort he was feeling. If he thought his back hurt before, it was nothing compared to now when he had to walk around with a hand pressed just above his tail to get around. The eggs were big fuckers. Bigger than imp eggs usually were, but the midwife didn’t seem too worried. There was a plan to portal her here immediately when Blitzø started to push the fuckers out just in case.

He was cool with that because he was getting kind of attached to them already, without knowing anything about them.

“Maybe.” Blitzø had taken to wandering around the palace, looking through all the rooms, searching for the perfect place to lay the eggs. Nothing seemed quite right yet, but he had an idea he was going to check out tomorrow. “Did I tell you my mom laid me and Barbie’s eggs in a kitchen cabinet?”

“No. You don’t talk about your family much.”

“Yeah, well, they’re either dead or don’t talk to me.” It still hurt, the fact that Barb still wanted nothing to do with him. Fizz even tried reaching out, which Blitzø chewed him out over, but it didn’t matter anyway. Thinking about the stories his mom would tell him and Barb on their birthday, curled up in their bed at the circus, made him smile. He covered Stolas’ hands with his own where they rested over the eggs. “She pushed all the pots and pans onto the floor and but our baby blankets in there. She didn’t come out until we pipped. A couple of the older omegas at the circus came and took care of her.”

Stolas hummed softly and pressed a gentle kiss to his nose. “Will you want me in the nest with you?”

He did, more than anything, but some fear that Stolas didn’t want to be there wuldn’t let him admit it. He knew Stolas loved him and wanted the eggs, but alphas didn’t always want to be involved. Cash hadn’t wanted to be involved with him or Barb until they were old enough to start performing and pull in money. He also knew how much Stolas missed out on with Via and that he wasn’t like that. Stolas was the kind of alpha that made sure he had whatever weird thing he was craving. He rubbed lotion on his skin to ease the stretch on his scars. Stolas went to all the appointments and put the sonograms on the fridge and sang to his stomach.

But all he said was, “If you want.”

Stolas kissed him for real and there were tears in his eyes when Blitzø opened his and looked up at him. “I very much want to be in your nest, Blitzø. Thank you.”

Well, shit. He hid the sheen in his own eyes and squeezed Stolas’ hands. “I’ll make sure it’s big enough for you to fit then. Guess that rules out the kitchen cabinets.”

All of the closets were ruled out because they were either too big for Blitzø to feel safe or too small for Stolas to fit in comfortably. Under all the beds was axed for the same reason.

“I don’t know what the fuck to do, Fizz,” he complained over the phone. He was pacing on the balcony, soaking up the midmorning sun, trying not to panick that he hadn’t found anywhere that felt right yet. He felt like he was about to pop like a balloon and figured if anyone would get it, it as Fizz. He was an imp and an omega and had a giant bird of his own. “I want Stolas in the nest, but I’m kind of running out of time here.”

“You’re sure you looked everywhere? That place is pretty fucking big.”

He snapped his fingers and held one up like the thought had just occured to him even though Fizz couldn’t see it. “You know, now that you mention it, there was an entire wing I just conveniently forgot about until now.”

“You don’t need to be a fucking dick about it. I’m just trying to help.” He could hear the pout in his best friend’s voice

“Fuck you,” Blitzø muttered, but he didn’t really feel it. He leaned his arm on the railing and let out as deep sigh as he looked out over the back garden. There was a lot of history in that garden. Blitzø scaled the wall around the place so many times before him and Stolas oficially got together, he could probably do it in his sleep. The fucking plants out there tried to eat him more than once. They did a better job watching the palace than the guardhounds did—

Blitzø sat up so fast he almsot threw himself off balance. “I have an idea.”

“Blitzø? Where are you? Some of the staff said they saw you come out here.”

He stuck his head out of the bushes and ignored Stolas’ sqwauk to pull him through tothe other side. “Hey,” he said like they sat in a hole in the dirt every day.

Stolas rearranged his legs so he fit better and looked around in confusion. “Blitzø, what is this?”

“Haven’t you ever seen a nest before?”

“This is—oh. Ooooh. I wasn’t expecting the nest to be outside.”

“Neither was I, but everything else was wrong.” Blitzø didn’t even try to explain why. “Plus, now we have this guy to watch over the eggs.”

Stolas blinked when one of the big man-eaters stuck its’ head through the foliage and Blitzø scratched its chin. “I didn’t realize you two were friends.”

“We came to an ageement of sorts a while back. Sparkles Pancake stopped trying to eat me and I slip it some human body parts every once in a while.”

“What?” Stolas yelled.

Blitzø shushed him. “You’ll upset it. Can’t be any worse than eatting a sinner, right?”

Stolas’ beak pinched and he crossed his arms. “My plants are on a very cultivated diet, I’ll have you know.”

“Oops.” Time to change the subject. “Anyway, welcome to the nest. What do you think?”

Even though he still looked upset, Stolas sighed and looked around again. “It’s nice. Cozy. I’ve never been in this kind of nest before. Are they going to be warm enough out here?”

“Don’t worry, they’ll get moved to an incubator.” Once Blitzø could deal with someone else touching the eggs anyway. The midwife already knew. It wasn’t really practical to stay out here for a few weeks waiting for them to hatch. “Maybe we could get some of those outdoor heater things for the birth, though.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea. I’ll ask Pringles to get some.” Stolas pushed to his knees and leaned over Blitzø where he was reclining against the side of the hole he dug. “It’s a very nice nest, darling. Thank you again for inviting me.”

“It’s no big deal,” he said, even though it was. Inviting an alpha into your nest was a sign of trust. A few years ago, in the same situation, Blitzø wasn’t sure if he would have even told Stolas there were eggs, let alone where his nest was.

Stolas didn’t call him on it, which Blitzø appreciated. Things were good, had been good for a while, and he didn’t feel like dredging up old shit. When Stolas leaned in to kiss him, Blitzø grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. He tried to wrap his arms around Stolas’ waist, but the bump got in the way and he growled in frustration.

“Feeling needy, darling?”

“Yes. I don’t think I can get my dick inside you right now so I need you to fuck me.” Blitzø was too horny to try to play it off. He rolled onto his knees, sighing when the curve of the nest supported is stomach, and leaned his head on his arms. “Hard and fast, Stolas. You have five minutes to make me cum or you can go jack off by yourself. Do you hear me?”

Stolas reached a hand into Blitzø’s pants, stroking the wet folds of his pussy, and chuckled at the way Blitzø pushed back into his hand. His tail was up and curling, the fucking traitor. “Whatever my fesisty omega wants.”

Blitzø didn’t think it was even going to take five minutes. Stolas got both of them both undressed just enough that he could slide inside of him and he already felt on the edge of coming. A few thrusts and a hand around his dick had Blitzø leaking all over the dirt. When Stolas coated a talon in his slick and slid it into his ass, Blitzø shattered into pieces. Mounted in his nest by his alpha, stuffed full, he came with a cry.

Stolas not knotting him made Blitzø grumble, but the warm cum across his ass that dripped over his pussy was pretty fucking good and he hadn’t been looking forward to being stuck on his knees in the dirst for that long. Stolas made up for it by running him a bath when they got back inside and fingering him until he came so hard Stoals had to carry him to bed.

Laying eggs kind of sucked about as much as growing them had.

He was still being poked and prodded by the midwife, but this time her fingers were up his pussy trying to feel how dialated he was.

There were a bunch of people inside waiting for news and Blitzø didn’t want to deal with any of them. Stolas was happy at least because Via showed up after Stolas promised not to give her any details. “It’s gross, dad.”

Blitzø agreed and he was the one doing it.

If he got told to breathe one more time, someone was getting shot.

He almost wanted to laugh that he was in the same position as the day he dug the nest and Stolas fucked him in it, except he was in too much pain and nothing was funny about it. Stolas was kneeling next to him, rubbing is back while the midwife checked him out. The sound of her glove snapping off made him flinch.

“Alright looks like this show is about to start.” He hated her at that moment. “When you feel the need to push, go for it. I’ll be here to make sure everything goes okay, but alpha, did you want to catch the eggs?”

“Blitzø?”

“Yeah, whatever, that’s fine.” He groaned when another wave of pain shot through his abdomen. “Is it supposed to hurt this fucking much?”

“Unfortunately,” she said, but he tuned anything else after that out.

It was a blur of pain and pressure and pushing. When it was over, he was panting and exhausted. Stolas was still rubbing his back, peppering his face with kisses and asking if he was okay. “Eggs?”

“They’re all fine.” Stolas helped him turn over so he was sitting, the eggs pale speckled lumps between his legs. “You did so well, darling. Look at them, they’re perfect.”

Blitzø blinked at them and ran his fingers across the shell of the one closest to him. It solid beneath his palm and then he was crying. Stolas gathered him close, whispering how much he loved him. He did that. “I did that.”

“You did, darling.” It was a wonder Stolas understood what he said through the tears.

The midwife cleared her throat. Blitzø had forgotten she was there. “I’ll leave you two alone. Give a hollar if you need help moving the eggs to the incubator.”

Then it was just Blitzø and Stolas in the nest, with their four perfect little eggs.