"Beautiful," he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. "The way you taste when you're pregnant... addictive."
I watch him lick my slick from his fingers, the sight making my pussy clench with renewed arousal despite having just come.
"More," I whisper. "Please, Alpha. I need more."
"Greedy little omega," he says, but there's approval in his voice. "What do you want? My mouth? My fingers again?"
"Your cocks," I say without hesitation. "Both of them. I want to feel you stretch me, fill me completely."
His eyes go completely dark at that, control slipping for just a moment. The dual cocks that mark him as Frost Court royalty are already hard, the ice-crystal ridges along their length glowing faintly in the dim light of our chambers.
"Are you sure?" he asks, voice strained. "The babies?—"
"The healers said it's safe," I interrupt, reaching down to wrap my hand around one of his cocks. The crystal ridges are warm to the touch, designed to provide pleasure rather than pain when he's with his bonded mate. "They said I need the connection, the bonding. That it's good for them."
"Fuck," he breathes as I stroke him, my hand barely able to wrap around his girth. "You're going to kill me, talking like that."
"Then stop talking and fuck me," I say, meeting his eyes with all the authority I've learned to wield as queen. "Fill your omega queen with your cocks. Remind her why she chose to stay."
Something snaps in his expression, the careful control he's been maintaining finally breaking. He positions himself at my entrance, both cocks lined up and ready to claim me.
"Hold on to me," he orders, and I wrap my arms around his neck just as he starts to push inside.
The stretch is incredible, both cocks working together to open me completely. The ice-crystal ridges drag against my inner walls, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my hypersensitive body. I gasp and moan, taking him inch by inch until he's fully seated inside me.
"Perfect," he groans, holding still to let me adjust. "So fucking perfect. Made for this, weren't you? Made to take me, to carry my children."
"Yes," I breathe, feeling utterly complete with him buried inside me. "Made for you. Only you."
When he starts to move, it's with the careful control of a man who knows exactly how much power he wields. Slow, deep thrusts that make me feel every ridge, every inch of his considerable length. The angle hits every sensitive spot inside me, pleasure building with each stroke.
"Look at you," he murmurs, one hand sliding down to rest on my belly while the other supports his weight. "Taking me so well while you're carrying my children. Such a good omega. Such a perfect queen."
The praise washes over me like a drug, making me arch beneath him with a moan. This is what I was made for—not just the physical joining, but the emotional completion of being exactly what he needs.
"Harder," I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Alpha. Need more."
He obliges, hips snapping forward with more force, driving deeper inside me. The sound of skin against skin fills the chamber, mixed with our combined moans and gasps.
"Love watching you like this," he growls, pace increasing. "Spread out beneath me, taking my cocks like you were born for it. Going to keep you pregnant, keep you full of my seed."
"Yes," I cry out, the thought of endless pregnancies, of being his breeding omega for centuries to come, pushing me closer to the edge. "Want that. Want to give you so many children."
"Going to fill you up," he promises, thrusts becoming erratic as his control slips. "Going to knot you so deep, pump you full of my cum until it's leaking out of you."
The mention of knotting makes me clench around him, and he groans at the sensation. His knots are already starting to swell, the additional stretch making me gasp and writhe beneath him.
"Close," I gasp, feeling the familiar tension building in my core. "So close, Alpha."
"Come for me," he orders, thumb finding my clit and circling it with perfect pressure. "Come on my cocks like a good omega. Show me how much you love being bred."
The combination of his voice, his touch, and the relentless pressure of his cocks inside me pushes me over the edge. I scream his name as orgasm tears through me, pussy clenching around him in rhythmic pulses.
The feeling of me coming around him triggers his own release. He drives deep one final time, knots locking us together as he empties himself inside me. I can feel every pulse of his release, the warmth of his seed filling me completely.
"Mine," he growls against my throat, teeth finding his claiming mark. "My omega. My queen. My everything."
"Yours," I gasp back, still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. "Always yours."
