Weston
I feltit like a shift in the wind's currents.
It was time.
The nest's construction was complete. It was massive and sturdy, a proper osprey's nest. There wasn't a gale force wind that would knockmynest out of the tree. I mentally thanked Orpheus once again for providing such a perfect tree for us. The huge branch of the elm that I'd built the nest on was solid enough that I could build a nest to comfortably accommodate even two shifters in human form. This way, Nishiki could be with the eggs, too.
The nest was lined with fur and some of my own downy feathers. I sat in human form with my eyes shut and sweat trickling down my brow.
They were coming.
Earlier, I'd picked up Nishiki in his koi form and dropped him in the nest to shift into a man. I didn't want to be alone while I laid my eggs. He watched me now with a sympathetic expression.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked.
"Just being here is enough," I said.
A wave of pain rolled through my body. I shuddered and leaned back against the soft bed with a groan. Nishiki reached over to rub his hands gently over my swollen belly. It was incredible how much I'd grown in only a month. My mate's touch felt amazing and I let myself enjoy the moment before the next wave came along.
After I gritted my teeth and bore it, the pain passed. I let out a heavy sigh. I thought I'd been prepared but actually experiencing it was different. It was a totally foreign sensation. My body wasn't used to it.
But it wasn't all bad. It felt good to know I was about to bring our eggs--our babies--into the world. Despite the discomfort, I was comforted to know it was all natural, that many omegas had gone through this same exact experience before me. I recalled the pack omegas' stories and was soothed by them. Every single one had been through a similar pain during delivery.
"Does this feel good?" Nishiki asked as he stroked my belly and my sides.
I nodded. "Mm."
In fact, it felt a littletoogood. Perhaps it was the flood of hormones in my body but I felt my cock stirring at Nishiki's touch. He apparently noticed it because he let out a small chuckle. A moment later he reached down to touch me. I hissed in pleasure and leaned my forehead against his shoulder.
"Like this?" he asked.
"Yes. It helps the pain."
It did. Despite the tides of agony coming and going, Nishiki's hand on my cock helped to neutralize it. The pleasure made it bearable.
I moaned, leaning all my weight against Nishiki. His frame was solid. He held me close, touching my belly soothingly with one hand and stroking my hard cock with the other. My mind was blurry from pain and pleasure.
Wetness trickled down my thighs. I knew as an omega that could possibly lay eggs that my body would be preparing for it differently than an omega who gave live birth. My hole would produce extra fluid to help push the eggs out. I bit my lip as I felt it pulsating now.
"You're doing great," Nishiki said softly. "Nice and steady."
Another wave of pain. I groaned, but it melted into a moan as Nishiki caressed my cock faster. The arousal staved off the agony.
Pressure built up on my bottom half. Instinctively, my body pushed against it. I strained with a gasp.
"Ah, I see it!" Nishiki cried. "The first egg!"
I wanted to crane my neck to see it but being nestled against Nishiki was too compelling. I breathed hard, pushing again. I felt it stretching me.
"It's white with brown speckles," Nishiki said excitedly. "It's halfway out, Weston, keep going!"
With my mate's encouragement, I clenched my teeth and pushed hard, hoping it was the final time. I gasped as the tight pressure suddenly disappeared. The egg rolled out of me and onto the nest.
"Is it out?" I asked breathlessly. I glanced down behind me and saw it. My first egg. The sight of it brought tears to my eyes.
"Yes, but don't forget there's another one," Nishiki said kindly. "Come on. Let's get it out of you."
I nodded and resumed my previous position of leaning on him. It was most comfortable that way. But the second egg was proving to be more difficult than the first. I was already exhausted from the strain of the first and the second was being stubborn.
