#mpreg fic

A few days after I got pregnant, I finally made it to the university. What struck me most was just how many guys were actually totally into the sight of my belly.

I’ve never gotten this much attention for my body before. I think if I started a page on OnlyFans, I’d be really popular.

When spring comes, people begin to notice the protruding roundness of his belly, his physician recommending him more exercise and his tailor having to let out his royal garb every few weeks.

Still, the king attempts to plant his heir in the queen’s womb every night, though now he must rest his belly on her back to complete their union.

Nine months since he appealed to the gods, murmurs of concern follow the king wherever he goes. His gait has slowed and widened, a ponderous, rocking movement as his great belly hefts side to side. His physician looks more and more disturbed every time he examines the tight ball growing beneath the king’s gently swollen chest, warning him that he must have an imbalance of humors that have led to a massive tumor. The movement the king has felt, and the physician now feels and even sees from outside, must be the cankerous wolf, the physician surmises grimly, a malady that eats the flesh of the afflicted. Most often found in the breasts of women, it could nevertheless affect any part of the body, and the king should be prepared for a painful illness and untimely death.

But something else happens, instead. The king’s cock begins to swell. At first it’s barely enough to notice, but after a few weeks, it’s so thick and bloated that he can barely stand to touch it. He shudders at the slightest brushes against the tender, stretched flesh, and just the most tentative touch of the queen’s lips makes him cry out and dribble seed.

The physician warns him that the wolf might be on the move throughout his body, that this is likely a tumor that could destroy his member, but the king has another thought. He remembers pleading with the gods, and believes that they must have finally answered his prayers, and this large and sensitive cock is a sign of fertility.

The overstimulation is excruciating, but he barely manages to squeeze his massively swollen cock into the queen. She gasps and squirms and trembles, feeling split open by him. Tears cover his face by the time he reaches his climax. Both of them cry out as a sudden torrent of fluid erupts from him, believing this outpouring to be seed given to him by the gods. Once the servants change their linens, they go to sleep convinced that their heir will come soon.

They’re right—it will just be much sooner than they think.

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Girl dads Ilya and Shane , they have two daughters.

Shane was the one who carried them , he had both girls only two years a part. Shane had an easy pregnancy health wise but he was so emotional and had the biggest cravings on the planet. Of course Ilya was the best husband Shane could ever ask for and was at his call at all times.

Ilya was forever grateful to have Shane and for them to start their own family. Ilya could finally have his own family , a family that would love each other and support one another. Something Ilya never had .

When their first daughter was born , she looked exactly like Shane , Ilya was overjoyed that she had Shane’s freckles .

Ilya was the one who would get up during the night . He wanted to be there for his new born and wanted to make sure he did everything right. He also wanted to make sure Shane would rest and heal properly. He made sure that his husband and his daughter got the best care and love he could give.

Shane would catch Ilya thanking his mother for giving him Shane and his baby girl. Shane would watch the baby monitor in aww, he truly loves his husband and his new baby.

When Shane told Ilya he was pregnant again after 18 months, Ilya was overjoyed and couldn’t wait for another mini Shane.

Nope.

There’s a place called The Club not far from our university. Everyone knows about it. Lots of people hang out there, and everyone knows that if you go up to the host and say, “I can handle it,” you’ll be pregnant by evening. I don’t know where it came from, but everyone knows about it. In fact, some of my classmates have even gotten pregnant. It’s very lucrative. The pregnancy lasts three months, and for giving birth, you get between $100,000 and $200,000, depending on how many babies you can carry to term.

To be honest, I don’t understand why I waited until I was 23 to finally make up my mind. I’m about to graduate from college, so I decided there was no point in putting it off any longer.

I’ve always been proud of my body. But, to be honest, I’ve always gone crazy whenever I saw round bellies. I’ve always wanted to be a surrogate, but I was too shy about it. More than that, I’ve always wanted to be the biggest surrogate. To have a belly of simply inhuman proportions. But I knew perfectly well that it was impossible and would remain only in my fantasies. Or would it?...

Anyway, I made up my mind. I thought everything would be all fancy and formal, with paperwork, contracts (champagne?). But no. It was ridiculously simple. I walked up to the front desk, called over the host (fuck, he was handsome). I told him the secret phrase, and after that, he led me into the bedroom.

The guy fucked me so hard that no contract could ever describe it. Sparks were flying from my eyes. He fucked me nonstop for 6 hours. I’d lost count of how many times he came. And how many times I came... But with every time, he pumped more and more cum into me.

By the seventh hour, he was exhausted, and I was starting to think I was about to burst. I couldn’t even imagine that my stomach could hold that much cum. We lay there for about five minutes to catch our breath. The guy walked me out and didn’t even kiss me after sex like that!

In the locker room, he just gave my full belly a gentle pat and said,

“You're the first one I've been able to fill up like this. They say the amount of cum a stud can produce depends entirely on the recipient. Now, for the first time, I understand what that means.”

The guy flashed his dazzling smile and sent me home.

“Get used to the size. I think I’ll be seeing you again.”

He couldn’t have been more right.

I limped back to my apartment and went to bed, completely exhausted. I passed out and, for the first time in my life, slept for 13 hours straight.

In the morning, I went back to the mirror, and only then did I realize what I had done. My life would change forever.

Summary: In a time of relative peace, So’lek is sent to help a clan in trouble out beyond the plains. Returning after a couple weeks, already having been reluctant to leave Tamtey behind, the need to be whole again hits him in a very particular way.

Pairing: So’lek x m!Tamtey

Word Count: 2.6k approx.

Content/Warnings: 18+, SMUT, explicit descriptions of sex, MDNI. Mpreg (male pregnancy), anal sex, pregnancy sex, soft smut, my probably very poor Na'vi translations.

Author’s Note: If I decide to carry on with the mpreg thread I’ll probably put this in a separate post. BUT – The way it goes in my head is that both male and female Na’vi have the ability to become pregnant, generally speaking, though it’s pretty uncommon and difficult for males to get pregnant in the first place, the chance of miscarriage is higher and they can’t give birth without intervention. Something something evolution, something something shut up. 

So Tamtey becoming pregnant in the first place was a bit unexpected and terrifying, but now here they are.

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(oeyä txe’lankong : My heartbeat)

(Ngeyä tiprrte' lu oeru : Your pleasure is mine.)

(Yawntu : My love/loved one)

(Tewng : Loincloth)

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Life had gotten busier than expected for the Sarentu.

The occasional RDA splinter group popping up in the Western Frontier.

Other clans in further reaches with their own RDA problems.

The clan was expanding, a few new members had joined as their own lands and clans had been disrupted. They’d heard about the Sarentu reemergering in the Kinglor and had made the journey on foot.

So needless to say, Tamtey and Ri’nela had been increasingly busy planning what to do, how to do it and how to support their slowly growing population. The Aranahe, Zeswa and Kama’tire were, of course, more than willing to help out, providing available supplies and guidance where able.

So’lek had been unable to resist working to take the RDA down as many notches as possible. The life of peace he sought both in view and just out of reach so long as the threat loomed. It was easier now. The small clusters and outposts that cropped up from time to time were easily dispatched. But when he was called to help a clan beyond the plains… It had been a very difficult discussion with Tamtey.

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“Of course we’re going.” The young olo’eyktan insisted. “Tamtey, you are not flying to unknown land, into battle, like this.” There wasn’t much need for emphasis, his mate was heavily pregnant and while So’lek had relented much of his overbearing grip on what keeping Tamtey and their child safe meant, he would not forfeit this. “And I am not leaving you alone.”

Tamtey bristled immediately, ready for an argument. “Do not treat me like a child, ma So’lek.” he bit back, but even as he stepped up to face his mate directly, Tamtey’s swollen belly reached before the rest of him, bumping lightly into So’lek’s still flat, toned stomach and he instantly deflated a few degrees. “Fine. I will stay. But they need help and you know what to do.” Just as So’lek had no intention of letting Tamtey walk into a fight like that, Tamtey had no intention of abandoning those in need. “Do not try to get out of it. This is who the Sarentu are now, this is who we are. We fight the RDA, we bring clans and people together. It is what our people need. And I won’t be alone, Ri’nela and Teylan are here and I will call Anufi if I need to.”

Neither of them looked, or sounded, particularly pleased to be having this discussion. With a slow, heavy sigh, So’lek leaned down to rest his forehead against Tamtey’s, spreading one large, calloused palm over his belly. “As you wish, olo’eyktan.” his voice a low rumble, a tone that Tamtey was all too familiar with. “Mm. I wish you would go so you could return sooner. Do not try to distract me.” The pregnant male chided, reaching one hand up to cup the back of So’lek’s neck, the other holding the hand more firmly to his belly. “We will be waiting for you.”

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That had been more than two weeks ago and the comms were not working particularly well, whether it be the distance or the will of Eywa, So’lek had no idea. But when he’d entered the airspace above the plains on his return trip and tried again, an area he knew the radio worked in, he received no reply, a result he was extremely displeased with.

Urging Ìley on, they followed the currents as closely as possible to conserve energy and speed their travel, choosing to fly through the day and much of the night into the dark, early morning hours. By the time he brought his bonded to land on the woven platform of his camp, they were both exhausted.

Taking the bare minimum of time necessary to remove Ìley’s travel pack and toss him a treat before shooing him off for the night, So’lek didn’t even bother putting any of it away yet as he crossed the distance to the cave they called home. Inside, the embers of the fire glowed, barely still smoldering but keeping the space pleasantly warm and further back he could see the sleeping silhouette of Tamtey.

It had been just over half way through his pregnancy when Tamtey couldn’t stand the hammock anymore, so they’d made a bed of hides, blankets and other soft fabrics, practically a nest; they’d put together a few pillows which were now a nightly staple with Tamtey on his side, and a cushion strategically tucked to support his swollen middle, a few extra on hand as needed.

Careful to remain quiet, he approached his mate’s sleeping form, sparing an extra minute to shed himself of his gear, leaving it in a heap off to the side before lowering himself into their bed and enfolding the other male into his arms. The effect was instantaneous, a piece of his soul that had been hollow was once more complete, the scent of what was his filling his nose and the warmth of Tamtey’s body seeping into his very bones.

As So’lek tucked an arm beneath, wrapping it around Tamtey’s chest, his other extended protectively across his stomach, spooning against him and burying his face into the smooth (slightly scarred) crook of his mate’s neck.The sleeping male shifted, mumbling something unintelligible; apparently unbothered in his slumber, unconsciously aware that he wasn’t in danger.

With a slow, deep inhale he truly took in the scent of his. The smaller Sarentu’s smell had always been that of an earthy sort of spice, like a ground up root that stung the senses but was mellowed by the soil; as the pregnancy progressed his scent had grown sweeter though, like a cream treat that made So’lek’s mouth water often.

And he’d been without for more than two weeks.

Unable to resist, So’lek pressed his lips to Tamtey’s strong shoulder in a soft kiss before parting them, his mouth opened just enough to let the scent settle on his tongue. Delicious.

Like a man starved and staring at a forbidden buffet, the warrior struggled to restrain himself; dragging the flat of his tongue in a long, firm strip from the tip of his mate’s shoulder, up his neck to just below his ear before burying his nose there, nearly unaware of how his own hand had shifted from an affectionate splay across his love’s belly to a possessive grip at the point of his hip.

It was the grip that roused the sleeping Sarentu. “Hn… So’lek?” came Tamtey’s sleep husky voice, a hand coming to wipe the tired from his eyes as he tried to turn, but So’lek’s hold was too tight, keeping him where he was. “Mm… ma yawntu.” He rumbled in return, breathing the words against Tamtey’s skin and tasting his scent in return.

It didn’t take too long for Tamtey’s sleepy brain to catch on, the insistent press of hard body against his back, the heavy panting below his ear and his mate’s own musky scent all working together to connect the dots, resulting in him angling his head a little to bare his neck more fully and reaching back to weave his fingers into So’lek’s hair.

That was all the encouragement the travel-weary warrior needed.

So’lek notched his leg between Tamtey’s and spread, immediately using the opening to stuff his hand beneath his mate’s waistcloth, huffing a low, pleased groan as his fingers brush against his mate’s cock, already half hard and growing. “Were you dreaming of me, ma yawne?” he asked, using the heel of his palm to rub, slow and firm along the growing length. Tamtey sucked in a breath, hips stuttering immediately at the contact as he strained to resist humping against So’lek’s palm. “Mm… Maybe I am still dreaming.” he countered, struggling to roll his hips against the way his leg was being splayed, locked in place by the other’s strong thigh.

“Maybe.” Came an amused, dark chuckle against Tamtey’s ear before the scrape of teeth prickled at his neck. The truth was, he’d been aching for So'lek's touch since before the warrior had left. It had been so hard to send him away but Tamtey knew if he didn’t insist then, the time to help those in need would’ve passed them by… and there was no way he’d have been able to live with himself if people died just because he was horny.

But still…

“Do not tease…” Tamtey practically hissed, his extraordinary lack of patience making itself known as he rolled his hips back again, purposefully grinding into the hard, hot bulge in So’lek’s waistcloth that slotted against the cleft of his ass, mostly just succeeding in making himself shiver again as a tingle of pleasure rippled up his spine.

“Tease?” So'lek questioned, not bothering to resist a smooth cant of his own hips, eyes falling shut at the hint of friction. “Is it teasing to make sure you are ready?”

It kind of was. But they both knew that. They both knew that Tamtey, particularly of late, was more than  ready for him at a moment’s notice. But So’lek, more often than not, thoroughly enjoyed taking him apart first.

Tonight though, neither of them had much in way of restraint.

To illustrate his point, So’lek’s hand shifted, moving around to loosen the band of Tamtey’s tewng and pull it out of the way. The nagging drive to bury himself to the hilt immediately was… very tempting and if the deliciously writhing male between his legs wasn’t so heavily pregnant, he might have simply rutted him into oblivion; but So’lek’s instinct to keep his mate safe in this more tender state overrode the want to take him.

With the barrier gone, the warrior slid his hand over the toned slope of Tamtey’s ass, appreciating the feel of him, fingers petting along his crack and barely tickling the twitchy hole within. Even with just the barest brush he could feel the hot wetness waiting for him, the new contact causing the Sarentu to let out the neediest whine, it was so helpless and pathetic that So’lek relented. Two fingers pressed against the ring of Tamtey's entrance, easily breaching the light resistance to sink inside. It was the sweetest torment, feeling the clench around his fingers, the moist pulse of his mate from within. “You did not wait for me, ma Tamtey.” he chastised, nipping at the edge of one pinned ear as he began a slow drag of his fingers in and out, scissoring them apart on each outstroke. “Are you so needy that you fill yourself while I am away?”

There was a definite twinge of possession there, not precisely jealousy but a thread of irritation that the pleasure and joy of unraveling his mate had been taken without him.

“I… tried.” Tamtey grit out between pants, the hand he had threaded into So’lek’s hair, pulling the warrior’s head more firmly into his neck as he desperately tried to push himself back more. “It wasn’t enough.” he admitted, feeling another whine bubbling in his throat. “Ma So’lek… please.”

This was completely undignified, Tamtey knew, but hormones didn’t care about dignity and while things would not always be this urgent, So’lek had quietly relished in taking care of him in these needy months.

With his lips curled in amusement, So’lek hummed against the smooth teal skin as he pulled his fingers free, instead gripping at the base of his own cock and giving himself a few deliberate strokes. The lull granted the pregnant Sarentu a moment to shift, untwining his hand from So’lek’s hair to pull his kuru around and make the bond, eager to feel their reunion as deeply as possible.

As they connected, all of their different flavors of need and want and love twined together, washing over them like a summer mist. Prickling at each of their senses. Feeling as if they had been scrambled into one body then split again into two, nearly uncertain where one ended and the other began.

Now acutely in tune to the thrum of desire wound tight through Tamtey’s body, So’lek lined up the purple flushed head of his length and slowly pressed inside.

The pair groaned.

Tamtey’s hole was impossibly hot and soft around him, seemingly trying to melt him to the core as he pushed in further, the sensation forcing him to focus; eyes closed and brow furrowed.

Desperate for anything to hold onto, Tamtey’s hand gripped at the back of So'lek's neck, hooking his splayed leg over the thigh that kept him spread, urging for more.

So’lek gave.

With one arm still secured around Tamtey’s chest, his free hand gripped the strong thigh slung over his own as he seated himself fully; revelling in the way his mate’s body yielded to him, stretched around him and sucked him in, So’lek drew his hips back pulling out in an almost maddeningly slow drag before pushing back in just as slowly. It was too good this way, almost intoxicatingly sweet in the way their mingled pleasure coursed through his senses and how he could reduce the strong leader in his arms to a whimpering, whining mess.

Each time he pulled out, Tamtey pushed back to chase and meet his next thrust, impatient to be filled again even in just a second’s time; it was growing more and more difficult to make him wait.

Gradually his pace increased, the fatigue in his limbs from the flight momentarily forgotten as the sounds of wet, slapping skin echoed off the cave walls, mingled with the unrestrained moans and gasps that ripped from Tamtey’s throat; his own neglected cock bouncing against his stomach, dribbling strings of precum along his thigh. “Nn… ma So’lek…” Tamtey panted against the hides beneath them, jolting slightly with each jerk of So’lek’s hips, the rest of his incoherent murmurs muffled against the soft material.

“Ngeyä tiprrte' lu oeru.” So’lek practically growled against his neck, teeth scraping and tongue laving as he fucked into Tamtey’s sloppy hole more urgently, bracing his foot against the floor for leverage. Intent on driving them both towards release, he struggled to concentrate through the thick haze of his lover’s sensations through their bond; being able to absolutely ruin his mate bringing him no small amount of satisfaction.

It really didn’t take much more, honestly.

Without much warning, the crash of Tamtey’s orgasm slammed into them; his body strung tight and trembling as cum splattered along his belly; his needy, wet hole clenching and pulsing as though trying to milk So’lek for everything he had.

There was no lasting after that.

So’lek’s hips stuttered as he tried to ride his mate through the climax, but it was no use. With his fingers dug into the soft but muscular flesh of Tamtey’s thigh and managing only a couple more nearly frantic thrusts, the warrior crumbled; burying himself as deeply as their bodies allowed and claimed his mate with thick ropes of his seed, filling him.

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It took some minutes for the two of them to come down, at least a couple before So’lek realized he had latched onto Tamtey’s shoulder with his teeth and gingerly released him, kissing softly over what would surely be a bruise come the morning; reluctantly pulling out of the pleasant heat of his mate’s body.

After catching his breath, careful of their still twined kuru, Tamtey shifted and rolled over to face him, smiling drowsily. “Welcome home.” He murmured, their faces bare inches apart.

So’lek didn’t reply, merely securing an arm over Tamtey’s waist and peppering kisses across his face. The Sarentu was already asleep again when So’lek begrudgingly (but lovingly) got up to retrieve a wet cloth a short while later, cleaning the mess from his swollen belly and placing a reverent kiss just below his belly button.