#chain preg

[infinitegest]

an arranged marriage for a royal couple. both are fairly hesitant about it, they barely know each other, but duty demands that they join together and produce heirs.

five years later, they’ve done so, and then some— they have six children and another pair of twins on the way. their families are happy that they’re getting along so well, and are so dedicated to the good of the nation.

honestly, though? the young couple have completely forgotten anything about duty or obligation. haven’t really given it a thought since that a moment, a couple months after the royal wedding, where they noticed that one of them was gently swelling. exploring sexuality and kink can be a bit tricky when you’re young and locked into the proprieties of court life, but they realized something that day:

they both really, really like big bellies.

so no, there’s no sense of duty or royal obligation. they’re just operating off of raw animal instinct, the need to breed and multiply. they aren’t even particularly interested in being parents, which is fine since they have a battalion of wet nurses and tutors at the ready.

sure, in court they’ll put on the appearance of dignity and regality, doing they’re best to ignore just how much that dress is straining to contain all that growing life�� but as soon as they’re alone, there’s no pretense. and after the birth, they’re both ready to start working on the next set of heirs as soon as possible.

[constantnbpreg]

thinking about my oc who got pregnant with his boyfriend’s kid at 20 and his boyfriend found him sooooo hot and sexy all knocked up. just was absolutely obsessed with how he looked with a growing belly, wide hips, and fuller thighs and ass <3 and of course, my boy’s hormones were all over the place so he gave into his boyfriend’s antics every time, cause it’s not like he can get more pregnant?

cue to two months after their first baby is born and he’s looking down at a positive pregnancy test. he’s hasn’t even lost much baby weight at all and he’s already knocked up again!! he sighs and puts away his pre-pregnancy clothes back into the closet because he knows he’s not gonna be fitting into them for another year at the very earliest. and he of course is bigger faster with the second baby because your second pregnancy, you’re always bigger earlier! but not only that, this baby is just bigger in general for some reason.

his bf is just as obsessed as he was during his first pregnancy, but maybe a little worse than before because holy cow how hot it is that he got his boyfriend knocked up again so so soon after the first time, and his hips are wider and he might even get a little too big for his maternity clothes. he’s soooo heavy and feels like he’s been pregnant forever so on his 22nd birthday, overdue with their second with their first bouncing on his hip, he’s telling his bf that he’s NOT doing this again for at least a couple years.

sadly they didn’t learn their lesson and he’s six months pregnant with TWINS this time by his 23rd birthday, again vowing that he’s not having more babies but everyone around him and his bf knows that he’s way too used to being so gravid and heavy and low key loves it now that there’s no way there isn’t going to be waaaaay more babies <3

[infinitegest]

imagining this in a little village and some of the gossips rolling their eyes and saying “How many is it this time??” as the carrier cheerfully waddles past, cupping their curved belly even though they just gave birth three months ago.

thinkin bout someone getting pregnant and like, its always multiples. Them getting super round, and folks wondering when they’re due, and them just being casual and saying they’re only in their second trimester. Them having not only gender but number reveals, their partner bragging about how fertile they are and how proud they are as they parade their massive partner around

[infinitegest]

long time lurker in the kink community but i finally made a blog to better interact with<3 i gotta say i loooove your blog and the scenarios you think up. my personal fav is boys who don’t mean to keep getting knocked up and always complain when they get pregnant *again* after just having their previous baby. always complaining and groaning about how heavy they feel, how nothing fits their widen hips anymore, how they can’t move how they used to and how rotund they are in their gravid form and how this is going to be their last pregnancy!!! they swear it!!! but alas, they’re just too fertile and too horny for their own good so they end up with another bun in the oven and the whole process starts over again -pluto <3

hiiiiiii how does it feel to say something so correct

especially boys who just want to party, who have no interest in keeping track of their many potential baby daddies. they keep saying that they’ll be safe, promising their best friend (who is sick of hearing them complain) that they’ll use protection, but as soon as they’re done giving birth and back on their feet they hit up a rave, flaunting their soft, fertile curves and leading a cute stranger to the back… and another stranger… fuck it, they’ve been held back by a giant belly for a few months, what’s the harm in going home with yet another cute stranger now that they have their figure back?

and then groaning and bitching two weeks later when they get yet another positive test, even though they did absolutely nothing to prevent this outcome…

[constantnbpreg]

thinking about keeping you knocked up nonstop, to the point that you go in for a six week postpartum appointment and the doc is so used to it that they don’t show the slightest sign of surprise when the test shows you’re already pregnant again. again.

ughhhh yes yes yes

the first time, the doctor was shocked for sure. seeing a new set of twins already in my womb when i had already given birth to our first? once they got over their shock they told me it happens sometimes and we got started talking about the baby and the future babies to come

the second time, they were still a little baffled. i mean, pregnant again?? how did you even find the time to knock triplets into me with three infants in the house already! but that didn’t matter, i was already bred again and was happy and ready to grow these babies

third time, they joked that someone needed to keep you off me but i just smiled and rubbed my soft but growing tummy.

the doc doesn’t know how im the one begging you to fuck those more babies into me because i can’t stand being so empty even for a few weeks after pushing out our big babies. i just love how heavy they feel inside my round gravid belly and thankfully you understand. that’s why the doctor knows by now and already has the ultrasound ready by the time i sit down for my six week postpartum appointment, them and the nurses making bets on how many you filled me up with this time <3

[quetristin]

hey im horny at work. send me asks detailing how you would keep me bred

[blood-smiles]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ᡣ𐭩₊⋆

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 TW MDNI Fake religion . angel being creepy . profanity and small blurbs of NSFW . M!preg to some degree?

Eyes, many eyes, all watched you silently, feathers fell around you in a circle, the beautiful fluffy bird like wings curled around your form, a gorgeous man stood in front of you, eyes alike to those of a prism shining under sun, a kaleidoscope of colors reflecting off his beautiful hues and back into your own (e/c) irises.

He held you ever so gently, his fingers trembling as he softly caressed your face, his long ashen hair flowing down his back, alike to smooth silk.

He opened his mouth to speak but as soon as he was about to form a sentence your eyes snapped open.

ᝰ.ᐟ Your friend poked you with their finger, waking you up from your surreal dream and back into reality.

You were thinking about angels again, weren’t you?— They had been appearing in your dreams for the past few days, strangely they always centered around this man, a beautiful man.

After waking up you couldn’t remember anything else but his stunning crystalline eyes, those rainbow eyes were burned into the back of your head, you knew that he was beautiful, could it be your guardian angel visiting you?

ᝰ.ᐟ You had been assigned an essay on the topic of the heavenly protectors, your professor wanting to have a change of pace and focus on something more niche.

There were limited sources, so you had to dig deeper.

You had been looking at links as of late, locations that centered on religious themes and creatures.

ᝰ.ᐟ Lucky for you a new location appeared on your browser, what seemed to be a library that nuns and priests went to often, to study and solidify their fate.

ᝰ.ᐟ You walked into the library quietly, clutching your messenger bag close to your chest, your feet tapped against the pristine white flooring.

ᝰ.ᐟ This library was large, huge even. You had no idea how you never noticed it, the structure being a behemoth among other buildings.

The architecture of this place was simply breathtaking, your eyes drinking in every inch and centimeter of the temple, you knew you came to the right place when you noticed cherubs intricately carved into the white plaster above you.

ᝰ.ᐟ You were too much in awe to realize that you were about to crash into a person, instantly hitting their chest with your face and falling back onto the floor.

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere!Angel let out a faint breath of air when he saw you, his heart beginning to beat rapidly, he had found you. He had finally found you!

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel helped you up immediately, gently taking your divine hands in his own, holding them as if they were golden 3 carat chains.

“Oh my! Are you alright, dear?”

ᝰ.ᐟ You thanked Yandere! Angel, your jaw slightly ajar from the beauty of the man, Yandere!Angel laughed lightly, covering the lower half of his face with his hand bashfully.

“You can take a picture so it lasts longer, hm?”

ᝰ.ᐟ Your eyes drifted down to his neck, star shaped scars lining the circumference of his throat over his skin. How strange.

ᝰ.ᐟ You cleared your throat, deciding to ignore that comment all together, taking out your small note pad you read from the pages, asking Yandere!Angel if the library had any books on your selection.

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel’s brows raised, he knew you were here for something.. But about his own kin? It seems that he was guided to you and you were to him, just like faith.

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel took your hand and ushered you to follow him, a slight flush centering on his cheeks. the both of you ventured to the very back of the temple like library, the undercover angel pushed a book case with impressive strength to a side.

A cloud of dust came off the shelves, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth and nose from the puff of dust. 

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel beat you to it as he gently put his hands over your face, protecting you from inhaling grime particles, the unexpected and honestly intimate gesture making you gaze up at him quizzically.

“Wouldn’t want you getting sick, dearest.”

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere!Angel couldn’t believe he had just touched you, he had touched YOU. Ecstasy flooded into his system, the golden blood surging in his veins boiling.

His face twitched, eyes behind eyelids making small movements, a nervous smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he dusted your shoulders off.

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel took out a few books, blowing the dust away with a flick of his hand, he grasped the human leather cover, staring at it for a moment before handing the heavy enciclopedia to you.

“This is the most in depth book we have here, it isn’t every day anyone asks for books such as these.”

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel watched as you opened the pages, tracing the book with your hands, he shuddered, would you touch him like that too?

He gently plucked a feather from the wings attached to his back, gently putting the soft feather in your hand, he opened his eyes for a split second.

Beautiful. Breath taking crystalline eyes, those eyes. You could recognize them anywhere! Those were the eyes from the man in your dream!

“This feather is from an angel, Seraph if you may. Treasure it, keep it with you at all times and it will keep you safe.”

ᝰ.ᐟ You stared at his eyes, it was like they were eating at you, just who was he? It would be silly to think he would appear in your dreams.. Wouldn’t it..?

“..Lucien.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Lucien, (Y/N).”

ᝰ.ᐟ How did he know your name? You never told him your name.. you gave him a funny look, you smiled awkwardly while turning on your heel to make a hasty departure.

You glanced back over your shoulder, a bad habit you had developed as a result of walking home alone during night time.

ᝰ.ᐟ Your breath caught in your throat, Lucien. That same strange librarian was no human anymore, he stood in front of a window, he lifted his hand slowly waving to you, a nice flush tinting his cheekbones.

Long white wings adorned his back, lush feathers falling onto the pristine floor of the temple. A golden halo behind his head, circulating and hovering in clock wise motions. Small wings that hid under his hair twitched and fluttered as they unfolded, looking unbearably soft and pretty.

“..What the fuck..?”

ᝰ.ᐟ You gasped to yourself as you stared at him, he smiled wider, you had noticed, he knew you had noticed! And you didn’t go crazy!

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel was delighted to make the discovery that you weren’t driven to insanity while seeing his half form. most humans would have been having seizures on the floor right about now, but you just blinked a few times and turned back around, shoulders tense and rigid.

ᝰ.ᐟ He shivered in delight, humans were at times so adorable— Well more like you were the cutest little thing he has ever seen! 

ᝰ.ᐟ He just wanted to grab you and tuck your little self into his nest and have many many children! He hasn’t had his first batch of eggs yet.. he was going to be plump with eggs soon.

ᝰ.ᐟ the both of you were mates! Yes, yes there was no other explanation for these events, perhaps [ REDACTED ] had finally blessed him!

ᝰ.ᐟ Yandere! Angel ‘s face turned a deeper shade of red, he could swear there were little hearts coming out of him.

He held his face in his hands, his cheeks felt agonizingly hot, he put his hands to work, trying to bat his face a little to keep the blushing down.

ᝰ.ᐟ You were safe. You had taken his feather. Basically a natural tracking device, and soon he would work his way into your life little by little.. Guardian Angel or not he was going to take you as his.

“My wings..? You want to touch them? Well of course, darling! All of me is yours.”

(Touching an angels wings is an intimate act where mates solidify their mating bond. Discretion advised.)

[infinitegest]

the bigger boy colludes with their mutual baby daddy/fwb to secretly be on fertility meds whenever bigger boy is ready for a new batch. not out of any malice or competitiveness, but just bc they both love how cute the smaller boy gets about wanting to be the bigger one, wanting to outgrow, just overcome with belly envy regardless of how massive he actually is

two pregnant boys in love, one with a fairly normal sized belly and one huge. the smaller boy is still big-bellied in his own right and obviously pregnant, but he looks tiny compared to his gargantuan, gravid partner. he admires his bf's size so much and aspires to grow as big as him someday, and the larger of the two boys actively encourages these aspirations. both boys stay constantly pregnant, over and over, bellies always full and growing, the smaller boy never quite able to match his bf's immense waistline despite his belly now being bigger than his bf's was when they started

[yaut-jaknowit]

So. Uihoy x Male Yautja (bottom) reader… 

(Okay maybe it’s like a bit Mr. Preg… AAHH..)

Just the reader and him not both getting mates bc it’s that time of the year, but they both hate each other so they try to make fun of one another (one of them actually secretly likes the other and you can choose who), even get into a small fight which later turns into them getting too touchy bc of the heat. Shit gets crazy, rough sex, Like absolutely DOG pounding, breeding, size difference. I’m begging.

Hate Until You're Knotted

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x M!Yautja!Reader

Word Count: 3259

Summary: You loathe Uihoy. He's top of the chain. He can get any female he wants. You, a lowly new blooded, have to scavenge and fight for just the taste or smell of a female. What does Uihoy do with this honor? Wastes it. He comes to you, out of his way, to find you.

Author Note: Don’t worry, I also want to get railed by Uihoy too. This is before Vic and Uie met since they were in a relationship before meeting reader. Gonna be honest, I unusually don't write Yautja x Yautja stuff but fuck, I loved writing this.

Masterlist

Ao3

Heavy, thick pheromones ran rampant through the village. Clouding everyone’s judgement, turning hunt brothers against each other. All in the name of breeding, continuing the bloodline. Only the strongest survive in a world designed to maul and slaughter the weak.

Like many of your sex, you were unsuccessful of gaining the favor of a female. A young, less scared male compared to those that have bested you in spars to near death. Anything to prove their worth for a chance to breed. Here you were, nursing your wounds, away from the dense population. There were a few others, scattered about like you, licking their wounds. You had chosen a high tree to pull yourself to the near top. From here, you could keep an eye on the crowd in the main square of the village.

Neon green blood dripped from wounds gained in battle against fierce opponents. As much as you hated to admit it, they were better, deserved whoever choose them after defeating you. Yes, there’s always next year for the season but only Cetanu could only tell if you would make it. Life was life. Death was death. You don’t know if you’ll be there to greet the next season.

Through it all, you caught a whiff of a scent that caused your blood to boil. Uihoy. The older Yautja was… arrogant in his own ways. Rude in others. Downright irritating if you must say. The male wasn’t one to mess with often. He did stick out like a sore thumb. His sexuality something that wasn’t popular among the Yautja kind. It did not produce offspring.

It is not frowned upon but discouraged. Yautjas were strong, mighty, and hunters. If males or females copulated with their own sex, the birth rate would decrease. Death was already high, especially for those that are young, learning.

Not that you had anything against mating with the same sex. No. But Uihoy was an icon for the village and he wasted his talents, his seed on something that wouldn’t produce anything. You scowled. How does a male like him not take pride in breeding with the females who are willing? You have to fight for your right while many females request him by name.

The tree shook from added weight. Your claws dug into the bark from the slight disturbance. Your head whipped down to find the face you wanted to cave in so badly closing in. Your jaw dropped behind closed mandibles at the sight. What the pauk is he doing? He knows I’m up here. This was purposeful.

Uihoy stopped to perch on a branch a foot above you, on the other side of the thick tree. A look of passiveness barely readable on his face. Not cocky. He knew his limits, where he stood on the chain of power within the village. Intelligent but respectful. He was about a hundred years from being deemed an elder. A title you believed he wouldn’t take. Not with the way he moves with ease.

Blazing eyes flicked between the cuts that marred your skin. You saw the way his chest rise with a deep breath. “Don’t speak,” you snapped at him and began to close up a cut along your thigh. The deepest, longest of any others. It required to be burned closed. You held your tongue when pain stung as the laser worked.

The purple Yautja snorted airily. “And why should I listen to you?” he asked, tilting his head to look at you over a mandible while exposing his neck. Your eyes twitched at the sight before narrowing on form. The laser was forgotten about and drove off course. You snarled and turned off the damned thing. Your jaw and lower mandibles jerked at the unneeded pain. Yet, in the moment, you steel your facial expressions the best possible. Uihoy didn’t need to see you weak, weaker than he saw you as younger male.

A scoffed then light scratching from nails digging into bark filled your ears. Before you had a chance to take notice was happening, Uihoy hopped over onto your branch and knelt next to you. Uihoy snatched the laser from your hands. “Youngling, you must pay attention or else you risk injuring yourself more,” he scolded and began to work on the rest of the wound.

If you didn’t want the laser to stray from its path, you willed yourself not to jerk away from him. His touch was prominently warm on your thigh. The hand not holding the welder was resting right above the wound, close to the apex of your legs.

Instantly, you blamed the scents that filled the air for the feeling growing in your stomach, for the way your cock roused in its sheath. It was the pheromones that clouded your judgment. Your jaw was locked, throat closed to stop any sounds from escaping.

Then, his hand shifted higher. You had enough.

You shoved the bigger Yautja away from you then your feet were underneath you. A glare settled on Uihoy, ready pounce if it came to it.

Uihoy nearly slipped off of the branch he was perched on but easily corrected the unbalance. He stood a fair distance away from you with a large grin on his face, tongue flickering out to smell the air. C’jit. His head lowered just enough he stared from underneath his brows. C’jit.

A drop of freezing water dripped down the length of your spine, then Uihoy sprung. The older Yautja could move. Fast. Faster than you were expecting. His body slammed into yours. Claws dug into your shoulders as his weight throw you backwards. Off the edge of branch and heading towards the ground closing in quickly.

To save yourself from pain of a mild fall, you twisted your body and latched onto the nearest branch. Your shoulder jarred, nearly pulling out of the socket at the weight of not only you but Uihoy gripping onto you as well. You release a snarl and kicked out a knee at Uihoy. The male grunted yet took the hit. His talons dug into the flesh of your shoulders, deeper and drawing rivets of blood. You growled and attempted to throw him off. Your one handed grip was weakening.

Your other hand latched onto thick bark as you held on. The purple Yautja snickered and lifted himself up enough to hold onto the same branch. This was your opportunity to kick him, using his body as a spring board and land on another branch further down. The leaves rattled at your landing. You lowered yourself into a ready position as Uihoy lifted himself and crouched as well.

Cocky but not, Uihoy held an aura of confidence around him. His body was lax enough to let his guard down. He did have the high ground and left you at a disadvantage. You didn’t let him take any opportunities to attack though.

The trunk of the tree was used as a foothold to launched yourself high up, above Uihoy. His eyes watched your actions, body moving into a position to take anything you served.

The first punch of the day was thrown, right at Uihoy’s beautiful face; ready to send him flying off of the tree. But the male ducked and counterstruck with a fist straight to your stomach. It almost sent you careening off the edge once more. Your claws dug in to steady yourself once more.

He eyed you up and down, scanning for points of weaknesses. The same thing you returned for the shy moment given to the two of you before the giants clashed again. He came at you this time with claws. The skimmed acrossed your chest, drawing trickles of blood down your sweaty skin. You couldn’t help the keen before returning the same fire at him.

Unlike the purple Yautja, you weren’t as lucky to draw blood. Uihoy was pushing hard, fast, throwing things you hadn’t even trained about at you. At points, it was dizzying. Now, you were just trying not to fall off or perish to him. He had every right to do so. It wasn’t against the code.

Your foot takes a step back but the way the branch dips means this was the end. Anymore and you could meet the ground harshly. When Uihoy takes a swing at your face, you lower yourself down to a crouch. The fist flies milliseconds later over your head. You spring and pushed with all of your force backwards.

Midair, you arch your back and force all of your weight over yourself. Then, your feet touch down on a branch on a different tree. It wavers at the sudden, new weight added to it but held strong enough for you to back up away from the oncoming purple Yautja.

From one branch to other trees, the two of you dance for what felt like hours. Possibly could’ve been. You only come to release the overwhelming scent from the mating grounds is faint when Uihoy pins you to the trunk of a tree. A grunt surpasses your throat, eyes clued onto his burning ones. Filled with fire. A fire you didn’t know what sourced from.

A firm hand had found its way to your throat, encasing it and keeping you to the trunk. Instantly, your body went lax. Uihoy could snap your neck before you had a chance to even raise a hand.

It was a stern, mighty gasp that held you. Yet, you didn’t fear it. Anger filled your veins at the fact this pauk-de was taunting, teasing you like prey. You had little chance to win against. It was idiotic to challenge him in the first place. It won’t cost you your life. Not while that fire blazed in his orange eyes.

The male leaned in and let his breath fan over your features, eyes blinking slowly. Your scales prickled. His tongue flickered out and tasted upon your skin. His hand tightened. The other palmed along your hip, nails creating divots in the flesh there. “There has been something about that has intrigued me since I first laid eyes upon you,” Uihoy chitters lowly next to your ear. You shivered, throat bobbing from a heavy swallow.

That’s when you smelt it. Heavy, thick in the air yet sweet to draw you in. N’dui’se. You felt the blood in your body screeching to a halt and immediately rushing towards your core. Unsure, uncontrolled, your own musk entered the air. It swirled, combed with Uihoy’s as the Yautja grunt and pressed harder on your hip.

All of your muscles strained into action to pin the male down. Uihoy locked his own down and kept you there. The claws attacked to the hand around a vital part of your being dug into flesh. He released a chest rumbling bellow of a warning. He had you. You could only watch as the male leaned back enough to find your eyes.

The other limb skimmed down just a couple of inches then grabbed a fistful of cloth. Your waistband was promptly ripped off in one go and absentmindedly tossed to the side. Before you could even squeak something pathetic, warm flesh palmed at the wetting slit close to the apex of your thighs. Your head was thrown back, exposing your neck to the male before you. An action that could cost you your life if it was anyone else. Uihoy attacked.

Sharp, lethal teeth latched onto the flesh of your throat. Just enough pressure to warn you who had the cards in hand. Uihoy purred pleased and let his upper hand fall away rest on your hip. The other kept working away, causing more slick to build up.

His touch was driving you wild. He knew it. He was doing it on purpose. Your mandibles gritted together at the bubbling rage at him. Like a volcano with molten rock rising to the surface, ready to blow when the time was right. And you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of coaxing your cock out.

Gathering all of your energy, you shoved at Uihoy with everything you had. For once, you believed to caught the male off guard as he stumbled back, adding a fair amount of distance.

How wrong you were.

He was back on you in a split-second. Hands. Claws. Teeth. All seared across your scales until you were forced onto your front on the branch. Uihoy’s heavy weight draped over your back like shadows swallowing you whole. It was enough to keep you underneath him. A roaring bellow sounded from the Yautja as he made his claim vocal. “Ze-rei.” Fire. “You have fire that I want to consume.”

Despite Uihoy pinning you to the branch, you still wiggled and struggled. It wasn’t enough to throw the male off though.

All movements stopped at the feel of something blazing and wet resting against the tight ring of muscles behind your sack. Your eyes jerked wide open, head yanked up at the feeling. The head of your cock speared through your slit but didn’t move an inch more.

The body on top of you sat up. Hands grabbed at globes of your cheeks and spread them as far as possible. You squirmed this time uncomfortably at the fact he was putting you on display for him. Your claws dug into the bark underneath. “This is my new favorite sight,” Uihoy mumbled lowly to himself, a wide grin marking his face.

Then, the tip speared into you. Pain rocketed inside of you, eyes rolling back into their sockets at the feeling. Your mandibles flared open in a silent cry. But… you pushed back on Uihoy. More of his shaft disappeared inside of you, even if it was only an inch. Uihoy took the signal and thrusted his hips flush with your thighs.

Uihoy’s weight nearly collapsed on top of you as he struggled to stay upright. Something you never thought to see from the older Yautja. He tensed his muscles, talons prickling the skin along your cheeks and lower back. “I lied… this, this is my new favorite sight,” he growled before drawing his hips back.

The drag of each ridge and bump on the sides of his thick cock had you seeing stars already. All the way until just the tip was snug inside. Without warning, he forced his length back into you. The strength behind the thrust had you scrapping forward.

A low groan vibrated along Uihoy’s spine. “You’re so tight,” he stated like it was a fact. It was to be honest. You’ve never ventured outside to learn more about yourself. But after just the tiny taste, the littlest of drop from this, you’ll never be satisfied. “You’re going keep squeezing me out.” Uihoy bent at the waist. “Relax.” A hand placed next to your head while the other kept an even pressure on your shoulder blade. “I don’t know if you can even take my knot.”

Bark groaned as claws raked across the layer. You fantasized the thought of knotting another but never being knotted yourself. That ignited a hunger you never knew existed inside of you.

Fingers and claws ghosted down the length of your spine then diverted where your hip meets your thigh. Uihoy started a beginning pace to warm you up, to loosen up the muscles locked. Heat flared at the base of your spine as his touch palmed at the space below your slit. Your cock still barely peaking out. You weren’t going to give in easily. He had to take what he wanted.

The limb next to your head prevented you from slipping away from him, trapped under his thick body. His movements increased with speed but more importantly: harshness. Like any other male in the season, he was losing himself. His control slipping right of his fingers. There wasn’t a single thing he could do to stop it.

Thick finger grasped at what peaked out from between your legs. You gasped and rutted into the hand before a dark snarl had you stopping. The digits moved down where two rested apart from each other. They were in the space between your sack and slit, on either side of where your straining cock resided still inside of you. Uncomfortably. Very uncomfortably.

A single roll of his fingertips had you seeing stars. The rest of your length shot out like a plasma shot that it hurt at out fast it unsheathed. You choked out a harsh gasp and jerked back into the male controlling you. His hips went flush with yours while your muscles locked tight around his shaft. Uihoy roared. A hand flying to your hip while his claws dug into your flesh.

“Pauk!” he snarled into the tense air.

Something shifted in the air. You didn’t know what but could feel something change.

Uihoy reared his hips back just until the tip just sat inside. Without remorse, he bullied it back into you. This new pace was harsh, rough, uncaring. He was dominating you; taking what he wants and not caring about anything else. The only thing keeping you from sliding off the branch was the limb next to your head and his claws piercing your skin.

Your own talons dug into the bark, clawing away at the trees barrier for purchase. His thrusts are a driving force to reckon with. The ridges along his cock adding to the friction that winds you up. Pleasure growing at a rate you couldn’t fight, couldn’t stop if you wanted it.

His thick waist started to stutter, pace growing wary. The claws tearing into your flesh, drawing blood were pulled out. The pain in their wake was brushed off.

Between your trembling legs, your cock was painfully hard, weeping from the tip. As desperately as you wanted to reach underneath and touch yourself, Uihoy beat you to the punch.

A firm grip wrapped around your shaft. The pressure sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head, hips faltering on either to drive back or forward. Drool hung from your jaw. You were an utter mess of pre-cum, drool, and blood.

The grasp slipped down to your growing knot and squeezed. A vice grip. Stars exploded in your vision. You shattered like glass. Your cocked twitching wildly at each new pump of sperm staining the tree. His hand never relenting the pressure even as the overstimulation began to hurt.

He switched his other arm to wrap firmly around your torso and kept you flush to him. Snarls, growls, bellows poured from the male’s throat before he keened a high pitch. His hips slapped to yours. A pleasurable pain sprouted to life as you felt his knot inflate inside of you. The feeling completely foreign to you. You grunted and squirmed.

Uihoy snarled at you in warning. In reaction, you growled back at him.

Sharp teeth punctured the muscle that corded your shoulder. You choked on a gasped and went ridged underneath him. He had made his point and untangled his fangs from you. The Yautja leaned up, all he could do while tied to you.

“Look at that. You were able to take my knot,” he snarked down at you. You huffed. The energy once in your body was depleted for the moment. Yet, you could already feel your core filling the same need as before.

Pleasure shot through you like a plasma shot when his hand tugged at your sensitive cock. You bucked back at Uihoy to stop but the grip tightened. C’jit. And you were at his mercy.

[werecreature-addicted]

Breeding with a vampire. Like he’s your husband and you’ve finally decided you want kids and he’s just going over and over again (your completely blissed out where the overstim just makes you feel even better) and like even when he finishes time to go again like he just wants to start a little family with you and mmmmmmmm I just imagine like a handsome himbo trying his best to get you to preg

you're frozen in place as his eyes lock with yours, your mind fogs over, and this hypnotic state feels good. safe. you don't have to think when he gives you a command. strip naked, bend over, show me your neck. it all comes so easily to you as if the commands were coming from your mind. and when he tells you to keep your arms above your head, you freeze in that position. Iron chains couldn't have held you more securely.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," he promises, trailing a cold finger down your stomach until he reaches the apex of your legs. "I'm going to get you pregnant, gonna knock you up," he's murmuring to himself now as he fingers you open, smiling to himself as he feels your body respond to his touches.

He puts his mouth to your neck, burying his fangs into your skin, tasting your blood while he pushes into you. this is his favorite part, tasting your blood at the same moment he feels your tight wet cunt around him.

He can't keep himself quiet, your pussy just feels so good, he cums, but that doesn't stop him from thrusting into you, he whimpers in overstimulation as he pushes himself more and more. You want to touch him, you want to claw at his shoulders and wrap your legs around his hips as he pounds into you. just because he's compelled you to stay still doesn't mean you're gagged, and he intends to make you scream.

you lose track of time, and of how many times you both cum. it's like a snap when he releases his hold on you. you take a shuddering breath as your head clears, you reach for him then, like you wanted to all night.

He runs his hands over your stomach, swollen with his cum. "you're going to look so cute with a baby bump," he coos, you hum in agreement snuggling closer to him, you really couldn't wait to start a family with him.

[skulla-rxcks]

Her admirer

! please proceed with caution this is really fucked.

Paring: Bang Chan x fem Reader

Rating: explicit & dead dove dne

Genre: smut. Yandere/stalker Chan

Warnings: kidnapping, f0rced preg, extremely dubious. PROCEED WITH CAUTION AND I MEAN IT.

Day 26 of k-tober

Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

I put my hands on the paper cup and take a sip of the warm tea I ordered. I’m sitting at a Café right now and just drawing away in my sketchbook; I’m drawing this guy that I’ve been seeing everywhere I go. At work, on my way home, with friends, basically everywhere. He’s surprisingly a pretty handsome man, still. Why’s he everywhere I go? He’s been on my mind most of the time recently and I’m really sick of him always being the first priority of my thoughts.

I decide to stand up and order a snack or something, my stomaches killing me right now. I leave my stuff at the table and go up to the counter; ordering a slice of this sweet looking chocolate cake that caught my eye earlier when I was picking up my tea. I thank the barista, paying before going back to where I was sitting earlier.

Is this really where I was? My stuffs gone! my phone and sketchbook as well as the tea I was drinking. What the fuck.. I look around, panicking as I attempt to find my belongings

“Looking for something?” A voice says, I turn around and see him. It’s him. The guy who I have been seeing basically everywhere I go. “You…I’ve seen you..” I try to confront him but my words are just getting mumbled up causing me to stutter, almost like if my body is reacting to the strange guy; reacting with a strange sense of fear. “Hm? What do you mean? I was just going to tell you your stuffs on the next table over.” He explains, pointing to the table. Was that really where I was sitting at? My mind begins to flood with questions, eager to find the answers to who this man is.

I pull a slight smile and grab my stuff, before going up and asking the worker to put the cake in a paper bag with me. I walk out of the café, stunned at whatever just happened. Maybe he’s just a nice guy after all. I walk to my car but there’s something wrong. I feel a presence watching me, almost like if I’m being followed.

Once I’m in my car I decide to take a breather before heading off, taking a sip of my tea and finishing it, making sure the cups empty before putting it in my door bin. For some reason I start to feel drowsy, my eyes getting slightly watery as I begin to feel sleepy. Maybe I just didn’t have enough sleep last night? No, that couldn’t be it. Because a few minutes after; everything turns black. I can’t hear or see anything.

——————

I Open my eyes, seeing that I’m not in a familiar place. I’m somewhere else, somewhere I’ve never fucking been in my life, I try to get up but realise I’m chained to the wall like a dog on a leash, what the fuck is going on? Is this a nightmare? The stench of blood fills the room. I’m too scared to say anything, I can’t even scream due to the lump forming in my throat due to worrying about what’s even happening.

“Oh that’s fantastic! You’re awake!” The man says. It’s the same guy who’s been following me, the same guy who I assume drugged my drink, I don’t think I can drink tea ever again after what happened.

“Why? Why are you doing this?” The words slip out from my throat; and finally. I have the courage to speak. “Because I love you, I’ve had my eye on you for ages now, you’re perfect.. absolutely perfect for me.” He chuckles, walking over to me and sitting down in front of me, lifting my chin up with two of his fingers.

“Please let me go.. I’ll do anything, I mean it!” I yell at him, my eyes beginning to water. “Just.. I’ll do whatever you want me to, hell, I’ll even be your girlfriend if that’s what you want, just please don’t hurt or kill me..” I whimper. I turn my head slightly, my eyes widening as I see a puddle of dried up blood; most of it’s turned brown already but there’s a few patches that look fresh.

“Strip.” He demands suddenly. “You’re not even going to tell me your fucking name first?!” I exclaim. “Chan. Now do what I say or I’ll fucking hurt you, you got that?” I nod at his words; petrified of what will happen to me if I don’t obey him. He’s treating me like I’m a Fucking dog! It’s insane, this man.. he’s crazy. Looking down I realise that I’m already just in my underwear meaning he must of taken my clothes off when he was bringing me here or when he chained me up. I do as he says, reaching my hands to my back and unclipping my bra, watching as my tits bounce slightly as they’re released from the padding of the cups.

“Panties off too.” He smirks, clearly getting something out of watching me strip for him. “There, done. Now will you let me go?” I sigh, I’m getting really fucking annoyed at his guy’s behaviour, he’s acting like a fucking child while being In his like.. mid twenties!

“No, you said you’ll do anything not to be killed did you?” Chan laughs. I nod In response to his question.. or statement you may call it instead due to him not giving two shits about what I answer.

“Good girl, then I’m going to fuck you until you get pregnant with my children. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it. What do you thinks worse, hm? Being bred by your not so secret admirer or dying, a slow and painful death as I fuck the stab wounds I’ll put into your pretty little body.”

My eyes widen at his words, my stomach turning as I begin to feel sick. What the fuck is wrong with him, this.. ‘Chan’ guy. “B-being bred..” I mumble, feeling puke begin to climb up into my throat, I manage to keep it down though.

“Good. And that’s what I’ll do.” Chan grins, unzipping his jeans before pulling his cock out and lining it up with my hole. “If you say shit like ‘it’s too much!’ Or ‘It hurts.. I cant handle it!’ I’ll kill you right here, so shut up and be a good little slut for me to fill, yeah?” He smirks as he forcefully pushes himself into my hole, I try not to whine at the size or how painful the stretch is even though I’m probably bleeding from how roughly he’s pounding into me. “Chan..” I cry out, feeling the warm stream of tears run down my face.

“Shut up you whore.” He demands, placing his hand over my mouth making it impossible for me to let out anything expect the most pathetic little moans and whines.

As time continues he begins thrusting harder and faster making the pain almost unbearable to cope with. I want to scream, I want to cum, but I just know if I do he’ll hurt me more than he is currently. “So fucking good, who knew that a girl with such a snappy mouth had such a.. wet and tight little cunt that I needed to demolish by my dick.. mmm..” he groans, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he reaches closer to his release.

“I’m about to cum inside of you baby, but when I do you’re going to stay here still tied up for a while until I’m certain I’ve gotten you pregnant with my children. And don’t you fucking dare get any ideas about getting rid of OUR child. You’re mine and you’re staying with me until you fucking die.” He grins. “Here it comes, take all of it like a good little toy.” Chan groans loudly, filling me up with his seed before pulling his dick out and stuffing my pussy with his fingers making sure my womb swallowed up.. every.. last drop.

[five-oh-thirst]

Mine

[Part I]

Pairing: Jesse/Kix

Summary: When several omegas from the 501st are taken captive by alpha slave traders, Kix steps up to protect his brothers from one of the guards, but it leads to more consequences than he bargained for.

Tags & Warnings: 18+, NSFW, omegaverse, clones with vaginas, rape/non-con, forced voyeurism, rough sex, oral sex, cum swallowing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, knotting, biting/marking, mating/bonding, mating bites, mating bond, forced bonding, mate stealing, breeding, pregnancy, m!preg, pregnancy sex, abortion, forced abortion, miscarriage, still birth, grief/mourning, violence, blood, whump, eventual happy ending

Word Count: 10.2k

Notes: I decided to cut the fic into two parts because it got obnoxiously long, and I kept adding to it. All the Kix whump is in the first part, and all the soft Jessix will be in the second part. I'll add more tags when I post the second part. This is my first cloneship fic, so I hope it turned out well! P.S. I love Jesse and Kix, but sometimes you need to toss your favorite blorbos into a wood chipper and see what happens.

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Kix was startled awake by the sound of his cell door creaking open. The lack of natural light in the room made it difficult to distinguish his surroundings, and the minimal artificial light only strained his eyes further. His body, which was stripped of its protective armor when he was taken, protested against the pressure points from the uneven earthen floor he laid on and the binders connected to heavy durametal chains chafed at his bare wrists and ankles.

He sat up to investigate the late-night visit, although he didn't know what time it was, and even with cautious, slow movements, his chains still rattled. They had a bit of length so he could move around freely within the cell, but not enough to reach the cell door. The cell, more like a cage, was made of thick floor-to-ceiling durametal bars except for a single duracrete wall opposite the cell door where the other end of his chains found their home.

The alpha guard, who captured him and the other omega clones, entered Kix's cell dragging a new, younger-looking clone behind him by the collar of his blacks. The clone kicked and flailed his arms to try and break free from the guard, but was no match for his power, and was tossed like a ragdoll against the same duracrete wall Kix was chained to. The guard quickly fastened the new clone's ankles and wrists with binders, ensuring no hope of escape.

Kix chewed on his lower lip as he watched and waited from his section of the wall for the guard to leave their cell, but his brow furrowed when the guard lingered longer than usual. He had left immediately after locking the rest of them up, but this time, the guard knelt in front of the young clone, smoothed his hand over their knee, and leaned in to whisper something Kix couldn't hear. Whatever was said made the young clone flinch and the guard smile.

After the guard left their cell and the holding room, Kix shifted to face the young clone. "What's your name trooper?"

The young clone didn't look at Kix. He pulled his knees up against his chest but the rattle of the chains spooked him and he jerked back, which only resulted in the chains rattling louder.  His chest heaved, but he eventually settled down and rested his head atop his knees. No one could see it, but Kix could hear him sniffling.

"It's Tully, sir," the young clone whispered.

Kix cracked a sympathetic smile; the poor kid was terrified. "You can drop the 'sir' in here, vod'ika. I'm Kix, one of the medics."

Tully didn't respond.

"Over there is Echo and Denal," Kix said. He pointed to the other two cells in the holding room. "And over there is Dogma and Tup."

Tully picked his head up from his makeshift hiding place and looked at the other clones resting in their cells. They waved at him, but he didn't wave back, and instead, buried his face back into his knees.

"How old are you?" Kix asked. It wasn't an important question, and he didn't care much for the answer, but it would keep the young clone's mind thinking about something other than his current situation.

"Ten," Tully said, his voice muffled by his knees.

Kix chuckled. "You really are a vod'ika. How long have you been with the 501st?"

"This was my first mission," Tully said.

Kix sighed. "Not what you expected, huh?"

Tully tensed and tightened his arms around his knees.

"It's gonna be okay," Kix said. The words of comfort were for the young clone, but also for everyone else in the room, including himself. As the lead medic, Kix wasn't only in charge of his trooper's physical wellbeing, but also their emotional wellbeing and morale. Someone had to stay strong in their bleak situation, and that someone was him.

Tully picked his head up again to look around the dim room. "What is this place?"

Kix frowned. "It's an omega selling house."

Tully snapped his attention from the cobweb he was staring at to look into Kix's eyes for the first time. Kix stared back into his familiar brown irises and found them full of fear. It tugged at his heartstrings but lying wouldn't help anyone.

"What are they gonna do to us?" Tully asked. The fear poured out of his voice like a spigot.

"Don't know," Kix said with a shrug of his shoulders, and he was being honest. It was his first time in this type of situation, too, and he wasn't sure what to expect, but he did know one thing for sure. "But our alphas will come get us."

"Oh," Tully said.

"D'you have an alpha?" Kix asked.

The young clone rested his head on his knees again. "Not really. Well, I do, but I don't. He's just my batchmate, but we've been together for a while. I mean, he's never marked me or anything, and we haven't…" he made an awkward gesture with his shoulders. "You know…"

Kix smiled. He knew all too well. Many of the younger clones were shy or embarrassed about their sexual desires, but in his many years of medical experience, and as a listening ear to his patients, Kix could tell when one of them was pining. "Sounds like he's your alpha to me. And even if he doesn't come get you, I'm sure when you get back to him, he'll want to mark you right away."

Tully smiled for the first time since he arrived. It was a small smile, barely noticeable, but it was there. "Maybe."

"Just think about him," Kix said. "It'll help."

"Do you have an alpha?" Tully asked.

Kix smiled fondly and traced a circle in the dirt on the cell floor. "I do." He chuckled to himself as he thought about Jesse and how enraged he probably was right now with him being missing. "He's a strong alpha. Big, too. And between you and me, Captain Rex isn't the top alpha in the 501st. Mine is."

Tully gasped as if what Kix just said was blasphemous. "Really?"

"Really," Kix repeated. "He's the most aggressive alpha you'll ever meet, and if he's in the room, you'll know it. Just one look from him will make any alpha bare their neck in fear."

"So, he'll come?" Tully asked, letting hope touch his words for the first time.

"Without a doubt," Kix said. There was some doubt, but Kix couldn't say that. He knew Jesse wouldn't stop looking for him, and Rex wasn't about to lose some of his best men to a lousy bunch of omega slavers. He knew they'd come, eventually, but he had no idea when that would be.

There was a long period of silence in the room after Kix and Tully's conversation ended. Everyone became drowsy once the adrenaline wore off from when the guard came in and it was about time for them to go back to sleep. Echo and Denal spooned together on top of a small straw patch in their cell and Tup and Dogma sat back-to-back while leaning their sides against their duracrete wall.

Kix had been sleeping alone since he was brought in. He preferred to sleep on his side with his back to the wall because it felt the safest. Once situated, Kix looked over at Tully, who was still holding onto himself for comfort and he felt sympathy for the young clone. They all knew each other, but Tully didn't know any of them. At least, not in the way Torrent Company knew each other. It would be cruel to let him sleep alone, especially on his first night.

"Why don't you come over here and sleep with me," Kix offered.

Tully picked his head up and looked at Kix, tears streaming down his face. "Are you sure?"

Kix smiled and raised his arm as an invitation for Tully to lie next to him. "I'm sure."

Tully wiped his tears with his sleeve and scurried across the short distance of their cell, chains rattling loudly, then plunged himself into the medic's chest. Kix was startled, but wrapped his arms around Tully and let him cry. He still didn't know what the guard said to shake him up, but whatever it was, he wouldn't let it happen. Tully was a shiny and probably didn't have a scar on him. He was Tully's senior by three years and it was his duty to keep him safe. Actually, he was the oldest of all the clones in the holding room and he was determined to protect them.

The young clone remained inside the safety of Kix's arms while they slept for as long as they were able. It was probably the best sleep the kid could get in their dark, dingy, and damp cell. Creature comforts were non-existent in their little prisons, more like cages, but the best comfort a clone could ask for was always a brother, or better yet, an alpha.

However, the only alphas around them were the guards. They were strong enough alphas to keep everyone in line, except for Kix. He wasn't joking when he told Tully his alpha was strong. Kix never met another alpha on Jesse's level, and any alpha beneath him was a cakewalk to deal with. He could ignore them and their alpha voices. There wasn't an alpha he met that could order him around, and anyone who dared to try was met with Jesse's wrath.

It must've been around the morning when the guard came back to the holding room because he was holding the bag with their rations in it. It wasn't much for one rotation, especially for a clone, but it got them by. Water was the bigger commodity. The cells had automatic watering systems–bowls on either side of the cells, adjacent to duracrete walls, where water pooled once a rotation. If being a clone didn't make him feel like livestock, that did.

Kix opened his eyes and watched the guard's movements from where he lay against the wall. That was the other advantage to his sleeping position–an easy observation point of the enemy. Jesse taught him that. Tully was still sleeping in his arms, but Kix chose not to wake him. There was no point in waking, and scaring, him if the guard was going to leave after dropping off their food.

The guard walked around the holding room and tossed the ration bars into the cells like feed to animals–one per trooper. Kix found it demeaning, but the other clones grabbed the bars after the guard walked past their cells and ate them without a fuss. When the guard tossed the bars into his cell, Kix didn't move. He would wait until the guard left, then wake Tully to eat their rations.

However, the guard lingered in his cell. He stood in front of the door and leaned against the thick bars. "What's the matter? Not hungry?"

Kix didn't respond.

"Answer me, omega," the guard said.

Kix stayed silent.

The guard huffed. He grabbed the keys out of his pocket, unlocked the cell door, walking in like he owned the place and them. Kix gripped Tully tighter against his body as the guard approached them. The guard squatted down and waved a ration bar in front of Kix's face. "I can't sell dead omegas," he said. "Eat."

"I'll eat when you leave," Kix said. He felt Tully's head move against his chest, but Kix kept his hold on the younger clone firm so he couldn't wiggle away as he stirred. This jump scare was the last thing the kid needed.

The guard shook his head. "That's not how this works, sweetheart. You eat when I tell you to eat."

Kix stared guard down.

The guard narrowed his eyes. "You're a feisty one, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll break that out of you."

Kix growled.

"Defiant too," the guard said. "You know what ya need?" He tapped the ration bar against Kix's nose. "An example of a good omega." 

Before Kix could react, the guard grabbed Tully by the hair and yanked him out of Kix's arms, both sets of chains swung and rattled violently, alerting the other clones to the commotion in the cell. Kix tried to hold onto Tully but he knew it would hurt more to be pulled in two different directions and the alpha guard was stronger, so he reluctantly released his grip on the young clone.

Tully yelped as the guard flattened him onto the ground and pressed his face into the dirt with a single hand held against the back of his neck. He kicked and flailed, scraping his fingertips and toes across the floor to try and get away, but the guard straddled his back, pinning him in place with his weight. There wasn't anything the other clones could do to help Tully now; only watched and hoped it would be over soon.

"Tell me something," the guard said to the young clone. He ran his other hand down Tully's spine. "You're so small. Have you gone into heat yet? You ever taken a knot before?" He ground his hips down against Tully's back for emphasis then leaned over to nose at his neck. "All the other omegas have a mark except you."

Tully cried out. "Stop!" He tried to pull his neck away, but the guard followed his movements.

The guard smiled at the young clone's struggle and licked over his unsullied mating gland. "Now I'll deliver on that promise I made and take you as mine. You'll show your friend here what it means to be a good omega. Yeah? You'll be good for me?"

Tully began to cry. "No! I don't want to!"

The guard shifted his weight back onto Tully's legs and slipped a finger inside his waistband. He tugged at the fabric and revealed the skin just below the young clone's tailbone. "Let me see that virgin cunt of yours."

"Please!" Tully sobbed. "Let me go!"

"Leave him alone!" Kix yelled, unable to watch any longer. "Use me instead." He blurted the words out so fast, they barely registered in his mind. It was dumb, probably the dumbest thing he could ever do, but he wasn't going to let the shiny under his care be taken like an omega whore in his cell on his watch. It would go against every one of his ethics.

The guard released the waistband and looked over at Kix. "And why should I?"

"He's young," Kix said, "and inexperienced. You want to have a good time? Use me. I'll be your good omega."

"An omega who's also a hero?" the guard said, seemingly intrigued by Kix's proposal. He got off Tully but kept the young clone pinned to the floor with a well-placed boot on his lower back. "That's cute."

Kix smirked; it worked. "You haven't seen my cute side."

The guard fully released Tully from his hold and stepped towards Kix. "Well, I'm gonna. Present yourself to me. Now."

Kix obeyed and got on his hands and knees, then wiggled his ass at the guard.

The guard looked amused. "Show it to me."

Kix did as he was told and pulled the bottom half of his blacks down and around his ankles to where the binders stopped them from coming off. Baring his backside for everyone to see wasn't as embarrassing as Kix thought it was going to be, since all clones have seen each other naked, but he never had sex in front of an audience before and that made him a bit self-conscious. Besides Tully, they were all marked omegas so sex wasn't something they were unfamiliar with, but most kept that part of their relationships private.

Kix made eye contact with Tully, who had scampered back to the other side of the cell and was now watching in horror. Kix winked at him in an attempt to calm him down, but the poor kid looked like he was five seconds away from having a panic attack. Kix reminded himself why he was doing this and why it was important for him to keep his composure. In the back of their minds, they all knew this was a possibility–even an inevitability–but now it was a harsh reality.

Kix's expression suddenly shifted when his ass cheek was hit with a hard, swift slap. The suddenness of the action made him gasp.

"Pay attention to me," the guard said, his voice stern. He admired Kix's ass for a minute, smoothing his hands over the taught swells, squeezing and kneading them, then spreading them to reveal a dark pink vulva protected by coarse curls. The guard leaned in and inhaled its scent deeply through his nose, then exhaled through his mouth, ghosting his hot breath across the wet opening which made Kix shiver. "What a pretty cunt."

"Thanks," Kix said. "My alpha thinks so too."

The guard shifted forward and laid his full weight on top of Kix's back, nearly buckling him to the floor. He wrapped his hand around the back of Kix's neck and smoothed his thumb over Jesse's bite mark. Kix flinched. "Mention your alpha one more time and I'll make sure you can never be marked again. I'll cut these mating glands right out of your neck."

Kix felt the threat in his bones. Even with his outward sarcastic and calm attitude, he was still terrified on the inside. He was an omega and he wanted his alpha. Jesse's bite mark was the only thing he could cling to in this situation. He wanted him so badly it hurt, but he couldn't let on that he was in desperate need of his mate. He had no choice but to keep up the facade he began and play his part to its completion, or it would be hell to pay for all of them.

The guard shifted his weight off of Kix's back and went back to admiring his genitals–touching, prodding, and licking. By all rights, it was pretty. At least that's what Jesse told him every time he had his face buried in it. Kix thought about the last time Jesse went down on him and he almost hummed when he remembered how good it felt, but he caught himself. There was no use in letting this alpha know he was somewhere else with someone else.

Kix gasped. His happy thoughts were rudely interrupted when he felt the guard's finger breach him. It didn't hurt, but the dryness was uncomfortable. At least Jesse licked his fingers, and even when he was acting like a ravenous alpha, it never took Kix long to get slick. But this alpha? Not a chance. His body would react, as all bodies would, but it wasn't the same thing as wanting it. He winced as another dry finger was inserted, and grunted at the uncomfortable stretch with the addition of a third.

"Not so talkative now, are you?" the guard mocked. He thrusted the three fingers up to his knuckles, hard and fast, not leaving any room for Kix to adjust. It was only a matter of seconds before the thrusts began to squelch as Kix's body released slick to aid in the process.

Kix groaned at the lewd sounds his body was making without his permission, but stayed strong. "Just bored."

The guard stopped and pulled his fingers out, a string of slick keeping them connected which snapped when the guard stood up and then dripped unceremoniously onto the back of Kix's thigh. He could sense the guard was mad, but he kept his composure. With Tully staring at him the way he was, he didn't have a choice.

Kix's ears twitched when he heard the guard unbuckling his belt. He knew what was coming next, and his only saving grace would be if the guard was smaller than Jesse–who was massive. Sometimes, Kix wondered how he even got it in there, let alone hit his G-spot with such precision to give him mind-blowing orgasms. There was no way this alpha would make him feel that good. He and Jesse had lots of practice, and practice made it perfect.

Kix twisted his lip when he felt the blunt head of the guard's cock press against his entrance, but luckily, it felt smaller than Jesse's and Kix sighed in relief when his cock sank in without much argument.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" the guard said. He groaned when he bottomed out. "A real alpha's cock."

"I thought it would be bigger," Kix said.

The guard clenched his jaw and began a brutal pace, slamming his hips into Kix as fast and as hard as he could. Kix's hands and knees bled as they scraped across the ground from the force of the thrusts. He grunted and winced in pain as his flesh was chewed up by the coarse cell floor beneath him. Truthfully, that hurt more than the sex. Jesse was much rougher, in his opinion, but usually, there was something soft underneath him so he didn't get hurt.

Tully looked frightened again, so Kix mustered a smile through the pain. "It's not that bad," Kix said. It was a half-truth. For Kix, it was less intense than what he was used to, but for Tully, who was a virgin, it would've been his worst nightmare.

"I like this cunt," the guard said as he continued to thrust into Kix. "Maybe I should keep you." He leaned forward over Kix's back and flicked his tongue across Jesse's bite mark, not losing his pace even a little. "Make you my omega."

Kix shuddered. That was too close for comfort. Anytime the guard came near Jesse's bite mark, he wanted to vomit. He turned his thoughts back to his mate to try and calm himself down. He thought about when Jesse came back from the battlefield high on adrenaline, stormed into whichever tent Kix was occupying, and took him on whatever object was closest. Kix loved it. He loved giving Jesse what he wanted and he loved being desired by Jesse.

"Wouldn't you like that?" the guard asked, interrupting Kix's thoughts again. He began to pant at the exertion. "To be my little slut? Take my knot whenever I want like a good little omega? Let me breed you 'till your belly swells with my babies?"

Now, Kix might vomit. It was one thing to be this alpha's cum dumpster to keep him away from his brothers, but it was another thing to be impregnated by him. That's where Kix drew the line. "Not a chance," Kix said, his breath also coming out as pants.

The guard clawed over Jesse's bite mark with calloused fingers. "You'll do as I tell you."

It was like nails on a chalkboard for Kix. Fear and anger boiled deep within him. If he touched Jesse's bite mark one more time, he might lose control and buck the guard off. Would he win in a fight against this alpha? Never. But he would try. He'd rather die in a bloody scrap against the guard than lose Jesse's bite mark. "Are you done, yet?" Kix asked.

"You're such a noisy omega," the guard said. He pulled out and a gush of slick followed the head of his cock. The sound of it splattering onto the floor was embarrassing, but Kix swallowed his pride and didn't let his discomfort show. The guard then grabbed Kix by the collar of his blacks and forced him up onto his knees. "But I know how to shut you up."

Kix took a moment to catch his breath then stared silently up at the guard as he walked around to his front side.

"Open your mouth," the guard said. He stepped on the chains that connected to Kix's binders which pulled him forward.

Kix regained his balance and continued to stare up at the guard.

"I said, open your mouth," the guard ordered with his alpha voice.

Kix glanced to the side and watched the other clones open their mouths in obedience, then looked back at the guard with a raised eyebrow. It didn't affect him.

The guard huffed. "You think you're so smart, don't ya? How smart would you feel if I stuffed my knot in your little friend's mouth and split his jaw open?" He pointed at Tully.

Another threat and the terrified look on Tully's face left Kix with no choice but to comply. The abuse to his insides he could deal with. That was easy, but the thought of sucking on this alpha's filthy cock and swallowing his disgusting cum made Kix's stomach churn. And yet, he reluctantly opened his mouth.

The guard smirked and cupped Kix's cheek, rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip. "Such a good bitch." Kix rolled his eyes at the insult, and the guard yanked on his lower jaw so their eyes met. "Bite me and I'll rape every omega in this room and make you watch."

Kix took a deep breath and closed his eyes as the guard slid his cock into his open and waiting mouth. The taste of himself as the shaft slid across his tongue wasn't unfamiliar with the number of times Jesse did the same thing, albeit he loved Jesse and wanted him to do it. Jesse.

That's all he had to think about. He imagined the foreign cock in his mouth belonged to his alpha–the one who would rescue him and kill the alpha that dared to touch his omega. He couldn't wait. The thought almost made it worth blowing this low-level alpha just to make Jesse angrier.

The guard moaned as Kix sucked him off with the same expertise and precision he always used on Jesse; it was all he knew. He let his tongue do most of the work since he didn't have his hands to help him. He swirled his tongue around the sides of the shaft when it slid forward and flicked it over the head and slit when it slid backward. He never could get the hang of deep-throating, so as long as the guard didn't try to choke him with it, he'd be fine. Jesse didn't mind, but that never stopped Kix from trying, and failing every time.

Kix let his mind drift away as he continued to lavish the cock in his mouth. He could hear Jesse praising him, telling him how good he was, how good his mouth felt, and how much he loved him. It almost made him smile, but he didn't want the guard to think he was enjoying his cock. No. He was enjoying Jesse's cock. He knew where every ridge and vein was, how long and thick it was, how coarse his hair was, and how much he could take before it tickled his nose, but it didn't matter. This alpha would never be Jesse.

Kix remained steady in his ministrations, only deviating to add a little flair to the monotony of it until he heard the guard's breath hitch and felt his cock twitch. The guard's thrusts became uneven and sloppy, and Kix knew he was going to come in a few more strokes. To keep from getting a mouthful of knot, he slid his tongue down the length of the shaft and kept his focus on the head. The change didn't seem to bother the guard as he only moaned louder at the extra stimulation.

Kix took a deep breath through his nose as he prepared himself for the deluge he knew was coming. He always swallowed for Jesse, because he was his good omega, and he replayed Jesse's voice in his head until he drank every last drop of the guard's hot, slimy cum.

The guard hummed as he pulled his spent cock from Kix's mouth and stared down at him through half-lidded, satisfied eyes. Kix stared back, still defiant as ever. The guard smirked and wiped a drop of cum that dribbled down Kix's lip. He pushed the finger into Kix's mouth and he licked it clean without breaking eye contact.

The guard smiled. "I'm keeping you." He brushed the back of his knuckles down Kix's cheek. "You have a wonderful mouth when it's full of my cock."

Kix rolled his eyes.

"There's only one problem," the guard said. He turned away from Kix, shoved his softening cock back into his pants, and buckled his belt.

Kix furrowed his brows. What problem could there possibly be? He just gave him two of his holes. What else did he want? His ass? He could have that, too. Maker Kix didn't care what this guy wanted as long as it meant he was satisfied and no one else got hurt.

"Tell me," the guard said with his back still turned to Kix. "What happens when an alpha wants an omega who's been bred by another alpha?"

Kix's eyes widened and his heart pounded. There was no way the guard could know that. Not a chance. He wasn't even that far along. He wasn't showing. The baby was barely the size of an apple and there was only one. It was a rarity for an omega to have only one baby, but still, no one was supposed to know he was pregnant except for Jesse. They decided to keep it to themselves until they could come up with a plan.

The pregnancy was an accident. The heat was an accident. Kix, like every other clone omega, took heat and pregnancy suppressants to ensure it wouldn't happen. It wasn't like the GAR offered maternity leave for clones. Alphas could rut whenever they wanted, it was 'part of their nature', but Maker-forbid an omega went into heat and needed a few days off or became pregnant. It was like the end of the world. And for Kix, when it did happen, it felt like the end of the world, but Jesse was there to help him through it.

Kix immediately thought the guard was bluffing, trying to get him to confess to it. So, he brushed it off. "How should I know?" Kix said. "I'm not pregnant."

The guard turned to face Kix and squatted in front of him. He pulled a knife from his boot and lightly dragged it down from Kix's cheek to just below his sternum. Kix tensed but controlled his breathing. The guard smirked, then turned the point of the blade against his belly and applied pressure. The metal tip poked through his blacks but wasn't pressed hard enough to puncture his belly. Regardless, Kix's instincts kicked in and he growled low in his chest.

"That's what I thought," the guard said. He sat back on his haunches and smirked. "You are pregnant."

Kix felt his blood run cold as loud gasps erupted from the clones in the other cells, which Kix had forgotten about until now.

"How did you–"

"I'm an alpha, sweetheart," the guard said. "I could smell it from your cunt."

Kix was dumbstruck. He knew alphas had the best sense of smell, even better than an omega's, but Jesse never told him they could smell that. There was no way he could deny his pregnancy now, and if he had known in the slightest that there was a possibility the guard could've found out, he never would've started this charade in the first place. In a split second, the game was over and Kix lost.

"I'll ask you again," the guard said. "What happens when an alpha wants an omega who's been bred by another alpha?"

Kix knew the answer. It was buried deep within his omega DNA, but he was too afraid to give it words. He couldn't even look at the guard now. All of his confidence deflated as the consequences of his actions sunk in. The only thing he could muster was a quiet, "Please, don't."

The guard smiled. "So, you do know. Glad we're on the same page then." The guard put his knife back into the sheath on his boot and stood up.

Kix couldn't breathe. He tried, but his lungs refused to expand, like someone was sitting on his chest or squeezing him too tightly. This wasn't supposed to happen. No one was supposed to know. The guard wasn't supposed to know. The more he thought about the situation, the more his body reacted, and a nervous sweat broke out at his apocrine glands, furthering the increase of his heart rate and reminding him he was in danger.

"I'll be back," the guard said. "Don't go anywhere."

He remained still as the guard left the holding room. His fight or flight response was in full swing and it kept him frozen where he was–too afraid to move. He never felt a fear like this before. An insatiable, petrifying fear that burned from the inside out. A tingling, fiery sensation that spread from the depths of his chest to the tips of his fingers and toes. An all-consuming fear that threatened to eat him alive. But it wasn't a fear for himself. It was a fear for his baby.

"Kix?" Tully asked, his voice was tentative but full of concern. He had moved closer after the guard left, but Kix didn't notice. "Are you okay?"

"He's going to kill my baby," Kix whispered to himself, somewhere between a statement and a question. Then he placed his hands on his belly and choked out a sob. "My ik'aad!" His baby was in there–growing inside of him, protected by his body, enveloped by its warmth–and it was going to die because of his stupidity.

Tully didn't respond, but he continued to stay where he was.

Kix shivered, his body reminding him that he was still exposed, and with trembling hands, he pulled his lower blacks up to cover himself. He noticed Tully but didn't see him. His eyes couldn't focus on anything, and he didn't know if it was because his body was shaking or the room was shaking. No matter how hard he tried, there was no mental hoop he could jump through to get past this one–no grand thought of Jesse that would protect him from this.

Jesse. He never needed Jesse more in his life than he did right then. He felt helpless, defenseless, and useless. He wasn't powerless as a clone, but his physical and mental nature as an omega put him at a severe disadvantage. There was no way he'd be able to fight what was going to happen next. He needed his alpha. He needed Jesse to come busting through the door and save him and his baby before it was too late. However, when the door did open, it wasn't Jesse, but the guard carrying a metal case.

Kix backed as far into the cell as his chains allowed him, but it wasn't much.

The guard entered the cell and stepped towards Kix. Each footstep was louder than the one before and it was the only sound Kix could hear besides the pounding of his heart in his ears. The guard crouched in front of Kix and placed the metal case down on the ground next to them. Kix wanted to run or shrink into the wall, but his chains kept him where he was. The inevitable was coming closer and the only thing he could do was cry.

"Shh," the guard said. He wiped one of the tears away, but Kix jerked his head away at the touch. "It'll all be over soon and then I'll fill you right back up again with my babies."

Kix sobbed and yanked on his binders, but it did nothing to help him. The rest of the clones clamored from their cells in protest–yelling and screaming. The guard annoyed by the noise, stood up, turned around, and shouted in his alpha voice, "Shut up!" They immediately quieted and the guard crouched back down in front of a terrified Kix. He thumbed open the two latches of the metal case with a soft click and revealed what was inside.

When Kix saw the glass vial of creamy, yellow liquid, he thrashed against his restraints. "No!" he yelled. Kix knew what was in that vial. He'd seen it before. He'd even administered it to a few omegas under extenuating circumstances. It was an abortion serum. "Please, don't do this!" he begged. "It did nothing wrong!"

"No, it didn't," the guard said. "But this is the natural order of things. Lucky for you we don't use barbaric methods anymore. Such a messy ordeal. With this little advancement in technology, you'll bounce back real quick and be breedable in no time."

Kix's stomach flipped into his throat. He knew all that information, but to hear it from someone else, to be on the receiving end of that drug, put it into a whole new perspective for him. For a second, Kix thought he should be grateful he wasn't going to be cut open, or watch his baby get ripped out of his body and murdered in front of his eyes–as alphas used to do–but at the same time, maybe he would've died along with his baby and been put out of his misery.

The guard grabbed a syringe from the case and punctured the top of the vial to draw the liquid out. He flicked the filled barrel with his finger and then smiled at Kix. "You'll just feel a small pinch."

Every part of Kix's brain screamed at him to escape, run, hide–anything more than stay put. He yanked at his binders, over and over, as hard as he could, the chains whipping wildly by his face. He wished he had the strength to break them, but they only dug deep into the skin of his wrists and ankles, threatening to rip the joints out of their sockets. He didn't feel it, though; his fear overrode the pain. He'd rather cut off his arms and legs than let this alpha kill his baby. 

Jesse would be–where was Jesse? Kix frantically looked around the room. Where was his alpha, his mate, the father of his baby? How could he let this happen? Why wasn't he here to protect them like he promised? The day they found out, Jesse promised to take care of them. He promised to protect them. He promised he wouldn't let anything happen to them. He swore on his life he would. He swore it.

The guard leaned his full weight against Kix's torso to settle him down and then grabbed one of his flailing arms. "Don't fight me. I can still hurt your little friend over there."

"Please," Kix pleaded. His voice cracked. "Please. Don't do this. Please. I'll do anything you want. Just don't kill my baby!"

The guard ignored Kix, pinched his bicep, and sunk the needle through his blacks and into the raised skin.

Kix yelped as he felt the needle pierce his skin. The thick liquid burned as it entered the muscle and invaded his bloodstream. There was no fighting it now. It was already too late. The drug was inside him and would reach his baby in a matter of minutes and kill it.

"There," the guard said as he pulled the needle out. He rubbed the injection site with his thumb, but the gesture was lost on Kix. "Give it an hour and it'll be completely out of your system."

The play on words was cruel. Kix knew how the drug worked. It stopped blood flow to the umbilical cord, causing the baby to suffocate without the oxygenated blood supply, then whatever was in there, at whatever stage, was ejected by the body, and the placenta would follow right after. In an hour, he would still birth his baby. Time for Kix stalled as the world around him blurred into nothingness. He was slipping away from reality.

The guard placed a chaste kiss on Kix's cheek, but he didn't feel it. "I'll be back to clean up the mess when you're done," he said. Then he packed up the metal case and left without another word.

Kix slumped down onto his side until he was lying on the cell floor. He wrapped his arms around his belly and drew his knees up to curl into a ball. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you. Forgive me." He rubbed his belly and cried, wishing he could reach in and cradle his baby to comfort it before it passed. In a matter of minutes, its life would be gone without him ever getting the chance to meet it. He was devastated. "I love you. Jesse loves you, too. It'll be over soon. You won't even feel it. I promise."

The holding room was dead silent. There were no words of comfort in a situation like this, and Kix wouldn't accept any even if they were offered. The only person Kix wanted was Jesse, and the other clones must have known it because they left him alone.

After thirty minutes, the contractions started. Kix choked out a sob when it hit, not because of the pain, but because he knew his baby was dead. It wasn't going to come into the world kicking and screaming and crying like he imagined it would, it wasn't going to suckle at his breast like he thought it would, and it would never meet its father. Instead, it was going to be still birthed on a disgusting cell floor and then disposed of like everyday garbage.

The labor portion wasn't physically difficult, since it wasn't a full-term pregnancy, but Kix still cried out from the pain. He tried to keep the screaming to a minimum, though. It was humiliating enough to have cried and begged like a blubbering idiot in front of everyone, but to be laying on his back, knees up, with all different bodily fluids seeping out of him, was enough to make a man want to crawl into a hole and die.

He tried to think about Jesse, but that didn't help. All he saw in his mind was Jesse kissing and caressing his belly and all he heard was Jesse's whispers in his ear about how beautiful he looked carrying their baby, how he couldn't wait to see his belly grow and meet their child, and how much he loved them both. The memories only made Kix feel worse.

When the final contraction hit, Kix pushed as hard as he could, then gasped in relief when the baby came out. He was sweating, panting, and exhausted, but he forced himself to sit up on his elbows and look at the mess between his legs. When he saw his baby, fresh tears fell from his eyes and ran down the same paths that had already burned their way down his face and neck.

It was just a blob–a purple, fleshy blob of barely formed human body parts–but it was his blob. That was his baby. He gently picked it up off the floor, careful not to hit it with his chains, cradled its small, squishy form in the palms of his hands, and held it up against his heart. He wanted it to feel his heartbeat. Even if it was dead, it should still know its mother. It should know his love. And he continued to hold onto his baby even as the placenta passed through him.

Like clockwork, the guard returned to do as he promised, and he brought another guard into the holding room with him. The usual guard entered the cell, and Kix immediately backed as far away as possible, clutching his baby to his chest. It might be dead, but he was still going to protect it. It was his motherly instinct, and that was all Kix was running on–pure instinct. He needed to protect his baby. He needed to protect it and get back to Jesse. Those were his only two thoughts.

"Ah, omegas," the guard said and stepped closer. "So protective of their young."

Kix snarled and bared his fangs, but the guard didn't flinch. An alpha never flinched at an omega's threat.

"Nice try," the guard said, then stretched out his hand. "Now, give it to me."

Kix growled.

"The thing's dead," the guard said. "It's gonna rot."

Kix growled louder.

The guard shook his head and sighed. "Suit yourself."

With one swift kick to the stomach, the breath was knocked out of Kix and he collapsed onto his side. He was already in pain from the miscarriage, but now the pain had tripled. He faded in and out of consciousness and, during that time, the guard took his baby away from him.

Kix could only watch in horror as the guard dropped his baby into a garbage bag and tied it up, then motioned for the other guard to come into the cell. This one cleaned up the floor, and by the time he was done, the only evidence of Kix's baby was the residue left on his body.

"Toss this in the incinerator," the guard said as he handed the garbage bag to the guard who cleaned up the floor. "It reeks of another alpha."

Kix threw up. That was his baby. He wanted it back. He needed it back. It didn't belong in the trash bag and it didn't belong in the incinerator. It belonged in his arms. He wanted to say something, but the pain from the kick to his stomach continued to leave him breathless.

The other guard took the garbage bag and left the holding room to do as he was told.

Kix stretched out his arm and cried–my baby–but the gesture was futile. It was gone. "Ni.. kar'... tayli… gar… dara… suum," Kix wheezed.

The guard squatted down in front of him and smoothed his hand along Kix's side in a deceptively gentle manner. It would've been a soothing touch if it was anyone else. "Shh," the guard whispered. "It'll be okay. In a week you'll be in heat again and I'll breed you real good. I'll give you so many babies, you'll forget all about this one." The guard leaned down and kissed Kix on the lips, but he didn't have the strength to fight it. "I'll be back in the morning."

Kix sobbed. He didn't want to forget about his baby. He didn't want to go into heat and be bred and have another alpha's babies. He wanted his baby. He wanted to have Jesse's babies, and as long as he had Jesse's bite mark on his neck, he'd keep wanting Jesse's babies.

All he could do now was lay in his cell and weep for what he lost. He had his heart and soul ripped out of him, and for what purpose? The selfish desires of an alpha. He hated it. He hated being an omega, he hated being tossed around like a piece of meat, and he hated that alpha guard for using him like he owned him. Jesse never owned him. He was his mate, his partner, and his best friend. There was a mutual respect between them that transcended their alpha and omega dynamic, but the guard could never understand that.

Kix slept alone that night if he could even call it sleep. Leaving Tully to fend for himself was selfish and it made his stomach ache, but he wasn't in the mood to comfort anyone, especially when he couldn't even comfort himself. He wanted to wallow in his grief, let it swallow him whole until he didn't feel anything. So he lay awake in his cell and stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything and nothing all at the same time.

How many rotations had it been since was brought here? He had lost count. The mornings and the nights melded together into one long expanse of time, and each second that ticked by was another second he lost hope that Jesse would ever come for him. He wasn't even sure he wanted to see Jesse. Half of his thoughts revolved around everything being Jesse's fault for breaking his promise, and the other half revolved around it all being his fault for wiggling his ass at another alpha, but that could be Jesse's fault too if he wanted to get technical.

Kix flinched when he heard the door to the holding room open.

"Rise and shine sweetheart," the guard said as he leaned against the bars of the cell.

Kix hissed at him. It wasn't a powerful gesture, but just enough for the guard to know he was annoyed by his presence. He wasn't worried about upsetting him either, since there wasn't much else the guard could do to him, other than kill him, but honestly, death sounded nice right about then. He knew he wouldn't be that lucky.

"Aw, why such a bad mood?" the guard asked. "Still miss your baby? Or maybe your alpha?"

Kix didn't answer. The guard was right, though. He did miss his baby and his alpha, but he didn't need to know that.

"I can fix that," the guard said. He entered the cell and approached Kix, but Kix didn't have the willpower to move away. "Present yourself to me."

Kix groaned in protest and refused to move. Half because he didn't want to and half because his lower body ached. He just pushed out his dead baby. The least the guard could do was give him a few rotations to recover.

The guard raised an eyebrow. "You're gonna make me do all the work, aren't you?" He sighed. "Fine. Guess it's only fair."

Kix winced as the guard rolled him onto his stomach, the same stomach that he kicked and left an angry boot-sized bruise on. The chains twisted at the movement and pulled Kix's wrists into an awkward position, but it gave him something else to focus on other than the throbbing pain in his pelvis. The guard then hoisted Kix up on his hands and knees, but his arms and legs trembled as he tried to hold himself up.

The guard stood over Kix and folded his arms. He looked at him thoughtfully, then pushed Kix's shoulders down so that his face was against the floor and his ass was in the air. The guard seemed satisfied with that arrangement and then pulled out the knife from his boot. Kix panicked for a second, but the guard only used it to cut his blacks off–the top and the bottom. He was completely naked and presenting to the alpha. It was humiliating.

"Your cunt still looks pretty," the guard said. He slipped a finger between the inflamed labia and Kix winced because it was still sensitive. "Maybe a little puffy, but we'll manage, won't we?"

"Just get on with it," Kix said, some of his defiance returning as his pain and embarrassment increased.

The guard didn't use his fingers this time but impaled Kix with his cock without warning. Kix gasped and nearly collapsed to the ground, but the guard only moaned at the sensation. "Nice and tight, though."

Kix lay on the floor and took it because he had no fight left in him. Tully was staring at him again, but Kix didn't acknowledge him this time around. He just looked straight ahead at a crack in the floor, trying to dissociate–to ignore the alpha rutting into him. His spirit was broken. Was this his new life now? Was this what he had to look forward to every rotation? This was a fate worse than being a clone, worse than fighting in a war, and worse than death.

Kix's thoughts began to unravel and spiral out of control. He'd never see Jesse again. He'd never see any of his brothers from the battalion again. He'd be chained to this wall for the rest of his life, raped until he was pregnant, raped some more, give birth, and then start the cycle over again. This was his life now–a toy for an alpha's pleasure and a baby-making machine.

Kix grimaced as he felt the guard's knot begin to catch on his opening. He thought the guard would knot him eventually but not right after he gave birth. He was still sore and the stretch from the knot hurt.

The last time he took a knot was the night before he found out he was pregnant. Jesse wouldn't knot him after that because he was too afraid he'd hurt the baby. The worry made Kix feel special, even if it was misplaced. Jesse was such a good alpha–leagues better than the one rutting into him now–and Kix still held out some shred of hope that Jesse would find him and take him away from this place and away from this alpha, but it wasn't much.

Kix cried out when the guard's knot popped into place, tying them together, but then let out a broken moan when his hot cum gushed deep inside of him. As much as his physical body protested, knotting was an intimate act, and it felt good to his omega brain to be filled.

The guard's cock pulsed, releasing more cum, and Kix moaned in pleasure along with it. He didn't want to. Maker, he didn't want to moan, but there was something carnal and deeply satisfying about an alpha's knot that made his omega brain whimper for more. The knot pulsed again, and Kix's endorphins threatened to flood his brain and make him beg for it, so he moaned louder. He refused to beg for this alpha, even if his body betrayed him.

Kix was disgusted with himself. If Jesse saw him–heard him–like this, he'd be disgusted too. Maybe he didn't deserve to be rescued. He let himself get raped, let his baby get killed, and now he was moaning in pleasure because of another alpha's knot. He betrayed his mate, and he wouldn't blame Jesse if he didn't want him anymore.

The guard leaned over Kix's back and kissed the nape of his neck, causing the little hairs to stand on end. Kix hated that. It was too close to Jesse's bite mark and his heart rate increased when the guard's tongue licked over it. Since he was stuck on the guard's knot, he couldn't squirm away from the touch, but he figured it was just a tease. Then he felt the alpha's fangs drag across it and Kix panicked. He tried to pull away but the knot made it impossible and it hurt to tug on it.

"No!" Kix yelled. "Not my mark!"

"Sorry," the guard said, then kissed the offending mark. "But it's got to go."

"Jesse!" Kix called out, pleading for his mate to hear him and help him, but it was too late. The guard bit down hard over Jesse's bite mark and sunk his fangs deep into his mating gland. Kix could feel it instantly in his blood. Jesse was fading away and his new alpha was coming into view. Their bond was breaking and a new one was being formed.

When the bond was complete, the guard released Kix's neck and wiped his sleeve across the blood that pooled at the open puncture wound. He wrapped his arms around Kix's chest and hoisted him to sit in his lap while they were still connected by his knot, then grabbed Kix's chin and pulled it to the side so he could look his new omega in the eyes. "You're mine now."

Kix looked into the guard's dark eyes and couldn't deny it. It wasn't something he could say no to. It was a bond of nature. He belonged to this alpha now. He was his mate. And by no choice of his own, all of Kix's reservations about the guard began to fade along with his thoughts of Jesse. The will to fight was replaced with an urge to please and it made his stomach queasy.

The guard smiled as Kix's pupils dilated–one of the side effects of bonding. "Such a pretty thing."

Kix purred at the praise and wanted nothing more than to nuzzle into his mate's neck to receive more. A part of his brain tried to fight it, but his body automatically reacted without his consent.

"Much better," the guard said. "No more of that nasty attitude."

Kix began to cry.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" the guard asked. "You should be happy. I've got you."

"I'm tired," Kix sobbed. "It hurts." None of it was a lie. All Kix wanted to do was sleep. He was exhausted and in pain. He was still grieving over the loss of his baby, and now he had a new mate. It was too much for him to physically and emotionally handle. He was on the verge of a complete breakdown. "Please."

The guard took pity on his new mate and when he felt his knot shrink down, he popped Kix off of it and laid him on the ground. The sound of cum gushing out of Kix and onto the floor was obscene, but the release felt good and Kix was relieved to be free of it. The guard didn't bother to clean Kix up, only himself, but before he left, he leaned down and gave Kix a possessive kiss on the lips.

He wanted to pull away, but he didn't. His new alpha was giving him much-needed attention, especially after mating, and his omega brain wasn't about to ignore it, so he leaned into it, kissing him back with desperation. When their lips parted Kix felt disgusted with himself all over again. He couldn't believe he wanted to kiss the man that killed his baby. It was in moments like these when Kix hated his omega brain and its stupid instincts.

The guard caressed Kix's cheek with his thumb. "Sleep now. I'll come back later to check on you."

Kix didn't know how many hours of sleep he was going to get before his alpha would come back, and he didn't what he was going to do the next time he was there. Knot him again? He shivered at the thought, but he was glad he could get some rest in between.

When the guard was gone, Tully cautiously approached. "Kix?"

"Hmm?" Kix mumbled. He stayed still on the floor where his alpha left him.

"Kix, I'm–"

"Don't say it," Kix said. "It's not your fault."

"But your alpha…" Tully said, he too sounded defeated. "He'll still come, right?"

Kix chuckled. "He already did. I'm laying in it."

"No," Tully said with a shake of his head. "I mean Jesse. Your alpha."

Tears rolled down Kix's cheek from a broken place in his heart that he couldn't see anymore. "He's not… He's not my alpha."

"But–"

"He's not my alpha!" Kix yelled. It hurt him to say it, but it was the truth. There was no use in denying it. "Just leave me alone and go to sleep."

Tully backed away to his side of the cell and curled up into a ball. Kix regretted yelling at the young clone–he was just worried about him–but he didn't want to talk about any of this right now. He just wanted to sleep.

The longer he lay on the floor, the more cold from the ground seeped into Kix's naked body, and he grabbed the cut pieces of his blacks to try and warm himself. It didn't do much. His new alpha was nothing like Jesse. Jesse was kind and considerate towards him. Yeah, Jesse used to rut him into the ground until he couldn't move the next day, but his aftercare was second to none.

Jesse meticulously cleaned his body, gave him the softest pillows and blankets to lay on, along with lots of water and real food, and always let him curl up against him to sleep. And now, he had none of that. Instead, he had sticky cum to lay in on a cold, hard cell floor, nothing to cover his shivering body with, not a sip of water or even a ration bar, and he was all alone. There wasn't a worse trade in the galaxy than the one he was just saddled with.

Kix didn't know how much sleep he got before he heard the holding room door open, waking him from his dreams of a happier, near-distant past. Without opening his eyes, he could feel the presence of an alpha come into the holding room and he knew it was there for him. Kix didn't want to deal with his new mat yet, he just wanted to sleep. He thought if he kept his eyes shut, the guard would let him sleep longer, but he knew he wouldn't be that lucky. None of this was lucky.

When the door closed, he heard heavy footsteps getting closer, but they were different. Familiar, but different. As the alpha approached the cell door, Kix felt a looming presence that made him want to shrink into the floor. He wanted to run away from it. And yet, it still felt so familiar. Kix dared to open one eye, and he saw Tully, fully awake, and cowering against the wall. The terror on his face made Kix's heart race. What new level of hell did the guard bring him this time?

But before Kix could move his head to look at the cell door, he heard the alpha's voice.

"Kixie."

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[infinitegest]

you look so cute and sad, like you'd never be happy again without a full, squirming belly... how can i say resist you?

hi sweet bunny! after giving birth to your first litter, how long do you think it’ll take you to start swelling with the next set?

Hi 🩷 don't leave me empty, please. Fill me up again as soon as possible. Please? 🥺

[lesbiannoel]

merry christmas 💪 make the yuletide gay 💯

peace 🕊🕊 on girth and mercy WILD✌️jolly old saint 🎅dick 🍄is making a bang list and checking it once 📝✅ gonna find out who’s thotty and nice!! you elves 🧝‍♀️🧝🧝‍♂️have been working HARD 🍆🍆🍆 all year long and it’s time for a Union-mandated 💪💪sex break 🚬🍳 so STRAP ON your reins and get ready to RIDE sexy Santa’s North Pole bc supply chains ⛓🔗⛓ and whippits EXCITE you 📈📈📈send to 3️⃣3️⃣ wise men if you want Cole 🙆‍♂️ in your stocking 😉🧦 get 5️⃣ back to spray preg 🤰🍳🍺 nog everywhere 1️⃣0️⃣ back and Santa’s cumming 💦💦up YOUR chimney 🏠🕳 get 1️⃣5️⃣ back and fist 💋✊ under the misdildo 🎄🌿🍆 and enjoy fa la la la la la la lingus 🎁🎁🎁 merry thiccmas and a happier coxing day 📦🇨🇦

[greatbigbellies]

A few more competing chains for your possible world building:

Twindy’s – I hear the Dale’s Singleton Burger is pretty popular.

Waddleburger

Bun in the Oven

Thicc-fill-U

Taco Belly

ULTRASOUND Drive-In

BUMPWAY

I know you may never do anything with these as this isn't the point of the concept, but thinking these up was too much fun. Perhaps they can be used to show that while there are many imitators out there, McPreggo is the original and the best.

I gotta give credit, I didn't really think there were that many preg-kink-fast-food name combinations to make but I applaud your creativity. Taco Belly in particular just makes me wish someone would do a pseudo-Mexican fast food spinoff menu since that opens up a whole new branch of foods that my menu doesn't touch (yeah there's a breakfast burrito but that's not the same).

This is like a pitch meeting for a new MCU. McPreggo Cinematic Universe.