“You got it. Sleep well.” Jericho gave me one last big smile before he left the room.
I laid there in bed, already feeling myself drift off.
****
Jericho continued to take care of me like this for the next few days. Work had given me plenty of time off, since nobody knew when my sickness would hit next time. They were surprisingly accommodating of my pregnancy, which I appreciated.
The morning sickness eased, much to my relief. I was tired of spending hours in front of the toilet. But now a different ailment plagued me. I was tired and sore all the time, and could barely walk downstairs without getting fatigued.
But that wasn’t even the worst part. Aside from being tired, I was extremely, humiliatingly horny.
I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me. My whole body felt like it was on fire. My mouth was dry and my body ached andlongedfor something. If this was just what being pregnant was like, I never wanted to go through with this again.
My half-hard cock strained against my pants as I shifted position in bed. Goddamnit, I wasn’t doing anything except just laying here, but my stupid hormones were in overdrive. I knew being pregnant caused a flare in arousal, but this was ridiculous.
It was late, and I was exhausted, but my hard dick wouldn’t let me fall asleep. As much as I tried to ignore it, it obviously wasn’t working. Shutting my eyes, I tried to think about something else.Anythingelse. I thought about mangoes. Just a fruit. Then I remembered the way the mango juice had dripped down Jericho’s chin a few days ago. I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind.
Jericho. Why the hell couldn’t I stop thinking about him?
I was already pregnant, so it couldn’t be his alpha scent or whatever. My body was probably just playing tricks on itself.
But at the same time, I felt desperate, more than I ever had in my life. I ached and longed for something that I didn’t have - a big cock inside of me. I groaned and threw my head back against the pillow. I didn’t regret being artificially inseminated, because I didn’t want to fuck some random alpha, but I did regret not having the full knotting experience. That was probably why my body was reacting the way it was now. Or at least that’s what I told myself.
Trying to sate my desperate urges for now at least, I let a hand trail down to my cock and I gripped myself at the base tightly. I was already leaking precum and I had barely touched myself. Slowly, I moved up and down my shaft, squeezing in places. My cock was throbbing and hard.
But that wasn’t good enough. Struggling not to let out a whimper, I let my free hand move down to my ass.
My imagination ran wild. In my mind, a huge powerful alpha growled on top of me, pinning me helplessly to the bed.
Yeah, I hated alphas in real life. But this was a fantasy and I could do whatever I wanted in the safety of my own thoughts.
But my eyes snapped open when I realized that - once again - it wasn’t just any alpha. It was Jericho.
I almost groaned in frustration and gave up jacking off. But my cock was nearly full to bursting and I needed this release desperately. So I sighed and closed my eyes and give into my fantasy.
The alpha - Jericho, I admitted - grinned down at me in the darkness, his canine teeth glinting. He growled and reached down to pierce the sensitive skin on my throat with his teeth, gently but possessively. He was claiming me as his own. In real life, I hated it. But in the fantasy it was all I wanted; to be claimed, to be owned, to be fucked and bred over and over again.
Moaning softly, I let a finger slip inside my hole. It was slick already from arousal, as if there was really an alpha in the room with me waiting to push his massive cock inside my ass. The thought made me shudder. I followed that train of thought. I imagined the head of Jericho’s cock breaching my entrance, splitting me open, pushing deeply inside. As I thought of it, I added another finger and bit my lip at the sensation. I wanted more. The feeling of being full was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough of it.
In my imagination, Jericho growled and bit down harder on my neck, enough to draw blood, but it sent a shockwave of pleasure down my spine. He was claiming me like a piece of meat, like his fucktoy. His cock swelled and enlarged. It filled me tightly. I added a third finger inside my ass, then slowly removed them before thrusting them back inside, hard.
A sharp cry escaped my lips. I had to clamp down hard on my cock to keep from exploding prematurely. My breath was ragged and short. I was so close to cumming, but I wasn’t done with my fantasy.
Swallowing hard, I thought about Jericho digging his nails into my hips as he thrust deep inside my ass, over and over. I imagined him growling my name as he laid claim to me, making me his little omega bitch. I imagined the sound of his balls slapping against my skin with every thrust. With a fourth finger now fucking my ass, I imagined how tight and thick his cock must be now, engorged and swollen and close to bursting -
Then I imagined him snarling in pleasure as his orgasm hit, and his cock shooting his hot seed deep inside my womb. Thick ropes of cum filled me, claimed me, and he rode it out for what seemed like an eternity, impregnating me -
In real life my own orgasm hit me like a truck. My ass clenched around my fingers. My cock throbbed violently and came, spilling over my hand and stomach. I cried out loudly.
I lay there, panting and sweaty, a total mess. But a satisfied mess.
Then, as the pleasure passed, the horror of what I’d just imagined dawned on me.
Even worse - I heard rapid footsteps coming up the stairs and then the door burst open to reveal the face of the very alpha I’d just had a sex fantasy about.
“Uh,” Jericho said.
His eyes were as wide as dinner plates and his expression was frozen in shock. He didn’t blink until a minute later.
