In the dim glow of their loft apartment, Marcus the alpha lounged against the kitchen counter, his broad frame radiating that unmistakable scent of dominance. Across from him stood Eli, the petite omega, his belly round and heavy with their child, stretching his fitted shirt to its limits. At eight months, Eli moved with a graceful defiance, his hands resting protectively on the curve as he met Marcus's gaze with sharp eyes. "You keep staring like that, alpha, and I'll start charging rent for the view," Eli quipped, his voice laced with wit. Marcus chuckled, stepping closer. "Can't help it when my omega looks this fertile and fierce. That belly's got me thinking all sorts of wicked things." Eli arched a brow, not backing down. "Wicked? Try keeping up with me first. Pregnancy hasn't made me soft—it's made me hungrier." Their banter flowed like foreplay, sharp exchanges building the heat. Marcus traced a finger along Eli's jaw. "Horny already? I can smell how wet you are." Eli smirked, pressing his petite frame against the alpha's solid chest. "Wet and dripping, yes, but don't think that means you're in charge. Get on your knees if you want a taste." The tension escalated as clothes shed, revealing Eli's swollen form and Marcus's hard cock springing free. Eli dropped to give a teasing blowjob, his mouth working expertly while Marcus groaned, fingers threading through Eli's hair. "Fuck, your tongue's as sharp as your words," Marcus panted. Eli pulled back, eyes gleaming. "And your cock's throbbing like it can't wait to fill me again." They moved to the bed, Eli straddling Marcus with surprising strength, lowering his dripping pussy onto the alpha's hard length. The mpreg swell pressed between them as Eli rode with confident rolls of his hips, ass clenching tight. "That's it, alpha—feel how my pussy grips you," Eli taunted between moans. Marcus thrust up, hands on Eli's ass, sweating as the pace quickened. "You're so wet, dripping all over me—gonna make you come hard." Eli laughed breathlessly, not submissive, dictating the rhythm. "Make me come? I'll come when I decide, and you'll beg for it." Their bodies moved in sync, explicit and raw, Eli's petite form bouncing with the heavy belly, both panting and horny. Marcus's cock plunged deep into Eli's pussy and ass, alternating with slick fingers, until Eli came with a cry, cum spilling between them. Marcus followed, filling him with hot cum as they collapsed, sweating and satisfied. Eli grinned, tracing Marcus's chest. "Round one was fun, but this heir needs more attention." The night promised deeper explorations ahead.
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