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Zayne Li was a very successful and respected physician. He was a gentleman, an alpha from the good society, a man not controlled by his baser instincts, but one who was thoughtful and always kept his ruts under suppression. His reputation led to him being appreciated by the nobility who sought to control the animalistic urges that alphas and omegas were conditioned to have. And that is precisely why he became the primary care physician for you and your noble family.

Your family hadn't been noble for a very long time, but your grandfather served the King well, which granted him the title of Baron, that was passed down to your father. Obviously, you wouldn't be able to inherit it, after all, you were simply a vulnerable omega. As much as high society wanted to believe they were above the natural order of their kind, they were hypocrites. And in turn, you acted on what you considered right for yourself, instead of what was demanded by your peers. Which manifested in your ardent feelings for Dr Li, a gentleman with no title, but who held all your heart.

And that truly was all that kept you from freely desiring the Dr, his lack of a title eliminating him from your pool of suitors. You've known him for a long time, you were the closest of friends during your childhood, until you both presented as omega and alpha and were separated. His family, although rich and landed, and good friends with your mother, paled in comparison to your own. His own inherited and gained wealth, was still unsatisfactory for your parents' high demands.

You grew used to only seeing him once a month, when he came to consult you and your parents. Because you couldn't have more, you were content with that hour at most the two of you could spend talking. You would've suffered in silence for longer, until you'd melt the hearts of your parents and they'd grant you the permission to pursue your true love. If your parents wouldn't have broken the news of the engagement they planned for you. They found a suitable alpha Count who wanted to marry you.

"Dr Li, I am going to get married," you told him the following week, when he came for your monthly consultation. You were always healthy, but your parents wanted to make sure of it.

His eyebrows raised, but the rest of his expression stayed neutral. "Do you want me to congratulate you?" he asked, packing up his medical utensils. Your consultation ended, and for a few more minutes, the two of you could speak alone.

You sighed, slumping in your bed. "He's a Count. The daughter of a Baron should be congratulated for stepping up in society and securing an advantageous marriage with a man of higher standing."

"You look like a lamb going to be slaughtered, not a bride about to get married."

Zayne's words were correct. Once married to that alpha you knew nothing about, your life will be over. You will move away to his estate, hundreds of miles away. Which also meant you'd probably never see him again.

"Zayne, I don't want to get married to that guy!" You pouted, grabbing his hands, like you always did when you where children and wanted the older boy to help you.

"How certain are you that this engagement will be final?" He flipped your hands and held onto them.

"I've never seen my parents this certain before. They want me married before the society will even start thinking I might become a spinster."

"Hmm…" Zayne pondered while looking at your entwined hands. "Then I must apologize, I don't think you can get out of this situation unmarried."

You stared at him, betrayed. Your oldest friend, the love of your life, wasn't going to object against your marriage to a stranger?! But before you could retaliate, he squeezed your hands and smirked, an expression so unlike him stretching over his face. Or rather, an expression the high society never expected coming from the gentleman doctor.

"I didn't say you'd get married to that Count. But perhaps someone else, who isn't him."

Was Zayne implying what you've always hoped? Would he save you from an unwanted marriage, and instead grant you the dream of your life?

"Do you trust me?" He continued with another squeeze of your hands, his fingers then trailing upward to your wrists.

"Yes." You trusted him with all your life.

He let go of your hands and opened his medical bag again, searching through his medications. Pretty quickly, he took out a jar of small, white pills, uncorked it and let one pill fall in his hand.

"What is it?" you asked, while Zayne poured water from the pitcher on your nightstand into a glass.

"A pill to trigger your heat. It should take effect in a couple of days," he replied, his tone calm and measured as he handed you the pill and glass of water.

Your heart started to beat faster. Ever since your first heat, when you'd been a teenager, you'd taken suppressants, so your rational behaviour could not be threatened by base instincts. You've never deliberately triggered your heat before. Zayne's offer could only mean one thing. If you'd enter a heat, you'd feel the urge to breed.

You looked up at Zayne, eyes wide, while he was completely confident in his idea. "Do you want to take it?"

"Only if you'll help me through it."

Zayne laughed softly. "That is the idea. Tell your parents to call me when you start having a fever. And your doctor will come and treat you."

His idea was insane. You will enter a heat, which will turn into an illicit night spent between the two of you, in your own home. If you were to get pregnant with Zayne's baby, the only way for your reputation to not be ruined, and subsequently your parents' as well, would be by getting married to him before news of your pregnancy could spread. And it seemed you were just as insane, because you loved the idea.

You didn't respond, only opened your mouth and presented your tongue. Zayne smiled satisfied, placing the pill on your tongue, then guiding your mouth closed to swallow together with water. You drank the whole glass as Zayne slowly tipped it into your mouth. The few drops that slipped out of the corners of your mouth were wiped by his fingertips, which you licked tentatively. They were too close to the seam of your mouth for you to not taste them. Unfortunately, they tasted of soap, and you distracted yourself from grimacing by noticing how red his ears had become.

Oh, he thoroughly enjoyed his idea. Who knew your proper doctor harboured such dirty thoughts of his life-long friend and patient?

"Behave," he said after he had to clear his throat. You never realized you'd love making him blush so furiously. "Wait at least until you're in heat."

"You started it, Dr Li," you added with a wink, already so exhilarated by the change of dynamic in your relationship. If only he'd had the courage to be so bold with you before. Then perhaps this plan could have been concocted before the threat of your imminent engagement.

He sighed, but you knew he enjoyed your playful behaviour. After all, you've acted like this before when you wanted him to do your bidding. The sexual aspect was only a bonus now. "I fear I might have created a monster."

Indeed. And you were delighted to experience this hidden part of yourself with Zayne.

***

A couple of days later, you woke with a fever, just like Zayne predicted. Your whole body was burning, but instead of uncomfortable sickness, it was because of ardent need. Your pussy was pulsing around nothing, your undergarments getting soaked with slick. A strange uncomfortable feeling was brewing in your abdomen, and you knew your heat must have fully settled in.

You played sick, coughing loudly and feigning a terrible headache and dizziness. Your mother was indeed worried, but had no idea you were in heat. She'd been on suppressants for such a long time, that her sense of smell lessened so severely, she couldn't distinguish an omega in heat. Your father was, thankfully, out of town for the next few days, so you didn't need to worry about him. Although you assumed he'd be just as clueless as your mother, having taken suppressants for just as long as her.

Dr Li was called upon as soon as your mother noticed your poor condition. And the gracious doctor came as quickly as possible to treat his favourite patient. He examined you, and told your mother that you got a horrible case of flu, and for your safety, you should be constantly watched for the entire day. He, the ever gracious doctor, offered to be your guardian, as he had no patients for the rest of the day, and he cared too much for his childhood friend. Your mother thanked him profusely for his care. You wondered how grateful she'll be once she hears the gentleman Dr Li was here only to ensure her daughter will be knocked up by the end of the day.

During the daytime, Zayne still tried to keep appearances, as your mother would check up on you from time to time, and maids brought you your meals. But the smell of his pheromones were too strong and intoxicating for you in such a state. You begged him to help you out, and while he did continue to tell you to have patience until your mother and the staff would fall asleep, his fingers did end up caressing your skin. His touch travelled down the column of your neck, to your collarbone, and the skin of your chest peeking out of your nightgown's decolletage. You whimpered, wanting his touch to be bolder, to wander to the places where you burned the most.

"Shh, keep quiet. If you make such pretty sounds for me, we'll be found out before I can put a baby in you," Zayne told you as his fingers grazed the top of your breasts. You needed him to go lower.

"Zayne, you're being unfair!"

"I am teaching you. If you whine so much while I'm barely touching you, what sounds will you make when I'm buried deep inside your most intimate part?" His voice was infuriatingly calm and soft while he talked so dirty. How could he be so composed while you were so desperate? Wasn't his rut supposed to be triggered in the presence of an omega in heat?

Your eyes were shining with needy tears, wide and expecting, pleading Zayne to satisfy you. And you knew he couldn't resist them.

"Oh, sweetness, you don't have to worry. I'll make you feel so good." He leaned down and kissed your collarbone, his lips cool and wet as they caressed your sensitive skin, his tongue following the dip in your bones. "You just have to be patient," he whispered against your skin, slowly going lower.

You bit your lip, stifling another whimper. If he wanted you to be quiet, then you'll obey, just so he'll continue to kiss down your chest. Slowly, he made his way down to your decolletage, kissing gently over the swell of your breast. But as he went lower, he was careful to not push down your nightgown, instead trailing his lips over the thin fabric, until he reached your pebbled nipple.

Zayne looked up at you, waiting to see if you had anything to say. You were too far gone with need to stop him, so you just nodded. He took that as your consent, and lowered his head again to kiss your straining nipple. Before you could even comprehend the pleasure coming from your aching chest, he licked your nipple through the fabric, his tongue drawing circles around it. You couldn't stifle the gasp his touch elicited, but Zayne didn't seem bothered by it. You hadn't been too loud.

His hands grasped your waist, holding onto your body with little force, but enough pressure for you to feel him exploring down your body. He reached your hips and pulled you lower down the bed, closer to him. When he raised his head from your chest, his cheeks and ears were red, he was panting, and it only took him a moment to free your right breast and latch onto it. He suckled and licked, his teeth lightly pinching it, which made you whine loudly, and your hands grabbed onto his hair.

Once he heard your noise, he let go of your nipple, hard and wet from his spit, and covered your breast again. He squished your tit and pulled the blanket over your body.

"Zayne! Continue!" You tried to plead with him, sitting up and grabbing his hands to place them on your chest again.

"I can hear footsteps outside your door," he whispered, taking your hands and tucking them under the blanket. "So be good and lie down like a sick lady, and not my dear who's desperate for my touch." He added with a kiss to your cheek to console you for the moment.

Indeed, a few moments after you laid back down, a maid knocked on your door and asked if you needed anything. You needed Zayne to keep touching you, but you couldn't voice that. Thankfully, your too well restrained doctor told the maid you needed nothing and she left. But even after that, Zayne didn't continue his exploration of your body, only telling you to have patience.

The day continued like that, Zayne teasing you from time to time, playing with your nipples as his thumbs flicked over the sensitive nubs. As evening fell, his touches went lower, squeezing your hips, and caressing your inner thighs. Eventually, he took off your soaked undergarments and studied your vulva. First, he did it as a doctor, inspecting to see your condition. You seemed healthy, and as he parted your lips, noticed how your tight, little hole was clenching, and dripping with your natural lubricant.

His thumb traced your slit, keeping your lips parted as he swiped up from your hole to the engorged clit peeking out of its hood. He added pressure there, watching you squirm with delight. He kept rubbing your needy clit, sparks of pleasure shooting all throughout your body, his touch gentle and exploratory.

"You're doing so good for me, letting me prepare you for what's to come," Zayne praised you with a soft, low voice. While one hand traced patterns over your clit, the other pushed up your nightgown, revealing the smooth skin of your abdomen.

He lowered himself to start kissing and grazing his teeth on your navel, a low groan escaping his throat as he tasted your skin. Your whole body was thrumming with pleasure, cresting into a territory you've never explored before. His touch intensified as his thumb circled your clit faster, and his middle finger slipped down to tease the entrance of your channel.

With his tongue and lips still gliding over your abdomen, his raspy voice whispered: "Your belly is still so flat, my love. But in a few months it'll be swollen with my child. And I can't wait to worship it as I do now."

His words, followed by the tip of his finger slowly breaching your untouched hole, made you shudder and explode, your whole body convulsing with this new, exhilarating sensation. You clenched around his finger that tried to probe deeper inside you, and you felt his quiet laugh against the skin of your abdomen.

"Already, my dear?" He teased. "I didn't know my touch had such a quick effect on you. Or was it my words?"

You almost wanted to punch him for being so smug. But his finger was still plunged inside you, prolonging your pleasure, so you forgave him this time.

"Zayne! You kept me on edge for hours, what else did you want from me?" You chastised him back, your fingers carding through his black hair, while his head rested on your stomach.

"I suppose you're right. But you make such a cute face when I tease you, so I can't stop." His finger left your vagina, and he straightened himself to hover above your face for a few moments, before lowering his lips to your own. They were soft and cushiony, moving slowly against your own, your little moans getting drowned into his mouth. "So forgive me," he added, barely drawing away from your lips to speak.

You already did, but you didn't want to give in so easily. "Well…you did bring me pleasure, so I suppose I can let this one time pass." Your lips reconnected with his own, feeling his smile as your mouths moved in sink.

"Dully noted. And I'll make sure to bring you even more pleasure, love."

His kisses became rougher as he bit on your lower lip, urging your mouth open. Once he had access to it, his tongue touched yours, stroking one another, groans and moans getting swapped between both of your eager mouths.

While your kisses intensified, your bodies became closer as well, and his weight started to drape over you. Especially that hidden part of his, which had grown hard and heavy in his trousers, now rubbing against your naked thigh. You wondered how it looked, if his knot had swollen yet. And most importantly, you wondered how it'd feel inside of yourself, ravaging your still pure channel.

By this time, it was already quite late, and your manor was quiet. Zayne took off your nightgown, and then his outer clothes. Although his cock was still concealed, you got to see his naked body for the first time. His muscles, his generous pectorals and his sculpted abdominals left your mouth watering, and your body burning hotter. He truly looked like a strong and virile alpha, but you had no doubts about that. Your Dr Zayne was a handsome man, from head to toe. And just like you were staring at his delicious body, his own eyes roved all over your body, admiring your smooth skin, your perky breasts, the shape of your waist and the way it flared into your hips.

If before, Zayne seemed calm and in control, now he was blushing from the tip of his ears all the way down to his chest, breathing heavily. His eyes narrowed, and his pupils dilated, obscuring more and more of his forest green eyes. His gaze was hungry, his rut finally kicking in. The gentle Zayne you knew might be replaced for the rest of the night, as his alpha instincts came to the forefront.

"C-can I see all of you?" you asked shyly.

He smirked again, but nodded. "You're eager." He thumbed the waistband of his undergarments, slowly pushing them down his hips. What stood between his legs was an impressive length, girthy and slightly curved at the top. You've never seen a man's dick before, only in anatomical textbooks, but it still seemed more generous, and perhaps intimidating, than you expected. The tip of his head was flushed, a drop of precum beading on the slit. His balls hung heavy, and the knot at the base of his cock was starting to inflate. How will that thing ever fit inside you?

"You're gawking," Zayne mused as he took himself in one hand and stroked his length once. His behaviour was absolutely shameless.

"I—! As if you hadn't done the same thing about me?!" you sputtered. It wasn't your fault his dick looked like that!

"Did I say your gawking was a bad thing?" he asked, crawling over your body and caging you in. "Gawk all you want, if our plan is successful tonight, this will be the body you'll see every day."

You gasped as Zayne nuzzled in the crook of your neck, breathing in your potent scent. He could probably smell how much you needed him right now, how fertile you were. His tongue licked a broad stroke over your scent gland, and his lips closed around your pulse, his low groan vibrating through the column of your neck.

"I want to mark you as mine so ardently," his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, keeping you close to his mouth and nose, "but I can't. Not now. I can't mar your skin before your belly swells. We'll be discovered." But that didn't stop him from licking and kissing your neck, even if he was careful how much pressure he put into his affection.

You grabbed onto his shoulders, biting your lip so you'll stay quiet, just as he instructed. "You're certain this plan will work?"

"Even if it doesn't, I'm not letting you marry that man. You want me, so I'll be yours. I'll find another way to force your parents to accept me." Zayne kissed your cheek tenderly, lowering your body back down on the pillows. Then he grabbed your legs and parted them, settling in between them and laid down on his stomach.

"You can stop worrying now. Just let yourself feel good, and let me prepare so you can take me," he said, gaze trained on your dripping cunt, just before his lips closed around your sensitive nub.

You whined, and Zayne pinched your hip in warning. Your hand flew to cover your mouth and hide your noises as Zayne feasted on your pussy, his tongue flicking and circling your clit. His mouth sucked hard on it, making you squirm from the intense stimulation, but he held your legs down firmly. He detached his lips from your pussy for only a moment, just to let his spit fall down your slit. As if you needed any more fluids down there, but apparently Zayne felt it was necessary. He licked down your entire vulva, and he made sure to hold your thighs above his shoulders as his tongue dipped into your virgin channel. You shrieked into your hand as you felt that warm muscle prod at your insides, quickly followed by a finger.

Tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, not from pain, but from overstimulation. You were inexperienced, a lady of your breeding wasn't allowed to explore her sexuality outside her marriage. That didn't discourage you from procuring and reading racy novels, and although you understood how many sexual acts happened, this was the first time you experienced them yourself. Zayne was far too good at what he was doing, two fingers having replaced his tongue in your hole, as the later went back to flicking your bundle of nerves.

You wondered how he knew to please you like this, and you shuddered to think he might have had experience with another woman before.

"Ahh, Zayne!" you let out a gasp, hoping it wasn't too loud.

"Does it feel good?" His fingers continued to plunge in and out of your cunt, stroking deep inside you, hitting a spot that made you see stars.

You nodded with a whine, feeling tears run down your face. "How… how do you know to do this?"

"I'm a physician. I learned anatomy. And I've done my thorough research for the day I could finally be intimate with you."

You opened your eyes, looking up at him. His face hovered over yours now, his lips and chin glistening with your slick. His fingers, now three, stretched your insides, a slight pressure making you vaguely uncomfortable. Not enough to ache, but it was clear your vagina was unused to having something of this size inside itself.

"You've never done this with another woman before?"

Zayne smiled, and his eyes gazed at you so lovingly. "Who else would I want beside you?" You were afraid your gentle Zayne might have disappeared and been conquered by the natural alpha, but he was still so tender with you. Especially now, as his free hand wiped away your overwhelmed tears, his touch so soft. You relaxed immediately, and the slight ache you felt inside of you before lessened, his fingers gliding more easily in and out of your channel.

"Please, Zayne, I want to feel all of you!" You begged, throwing your arms around his neck.

"I'm well endowed, I don't want to hurt you. We should probably spend a bit more time to—"

"No, I can take it!" You didn't let him finish his sentence. "If it hurts, I'll tell you."

His fingers stilled inside your channel, pondering your words for a moment. You could tell how much he desired you, but still treasured your comfort above all else. You were ready, you wanted nothing more than to become one with your beloved, and feel him moving inside. After a few more moments, his fingers left you empty, and he chuckled.

"Alright, we'll do as you say. Turn around on your hands and knees, it'll be more comfortable when you need to take my knot."

You obeyed immediately, sprawling on your stomach, and then raising yourself on elbows and knees, your ass on full display for him. You couldn't quite see him, as he moved behind you, but his lips descended on the back of your throat, tracing the line of your spine with small, wet kisses. He moved slowly down your back, nipping gently enough on the skin of your shoulder blades so he wouldn't mark you.

He breathed raggedly behind you, licking a broad stroke down your spine. "I'll decorate your skin with my teeth once you're my bride. I'll bite into your scent gland, where my mark will last forever, so everyone will know you're mine." His lips left the plane of your back, and you felt him move above you. His warm breath hit your jaw, just as his tip started to nudge at your tight entrance.

"And I can't wait until you'll do the same, until I'll wear your mark and show everyone I'm yours," he whispered close to your ear, leaning down to kiss your jaw, while pushing slowly inside.

You gasped, his weight pressing into you, trying to stretch you around his girth. It was such a strange feeling, even though he used three of his fingers to prepare you, it hadn't been enough. But he was gentle, he moved forward slowly, breaching without hurting you. You heard his low groans as he paced himself, and his hand tightened on your hip.

"I can take it, Zayne. It doesn't hurt," you reassured him, trying to contain your gasps. There was a pressure, but you couldn't call it pain. You more so wanted to experience him sliding in and out. Your body, which had been in a state of heat all day, craved to finally experience a real breeding.

Zayne didn't respond, but he did latch his lips on the junction between your neck and shoulder as he pushed further, bottoming out until his knot touched your entrance. You whimpered his name, he was so big, and your walls could do nothing more but flutter around his cock. He stayed latched onto your shoulder, careful to not put pressure there as he slowly slid out, then pushed fast back inside.

He kept up a faster pace, driving into you and stretching you out around himself. Your sounds couldn't be hidden anymore, moaning out his name as he thrust into you, his balls slapping your clit every time he pushed inside. Low grunts vibrated in his throat as he finally let go of his usual control, and fucked you like an alpha in rut. And you were thrilled, your slick making his movements smooth as he hit that spot deep inside you that made you mewl.

You fell down from your elbows, your face buried in a pillow to muffle your sounds. He let go of your throat, one hand still gripping your hip as he pounded into you, while the other grabbed onto your tit, squeezing it.

"Oh, you're so good for me, my love, so tight, so wet. It's as if your whole body craves me, craves the seed I'm going to give you. Hmm, you want that, don't you? To grow heavy with my child, to swell these pretty breasts with milk?"

Your screams were drowned out by the pillow below you, Zayne slapping his hips against yours and pinching your sensitive nipple. You felt so good at the moment, his dirty words only adding to your growing arousal. It was clear he felt good too, groans and growls spilling out of his mouth as he pushed deeper, his full knot trying to enter you as well.

All those forbidden novels you've read paled in comparison with the real thing. This feeling was so addictive, your whole body thrumming with excitement and pleasure. You were so full, and like the omega in heat you were, you craved more, you wanted to feel his knot finally breach you and not just knock on your already stretched entrance. Zayne was so good for you, and you couldn't wait the day you'll finally be his wife and mate. If this twisted plan of his worked, then the rest of your life will be spent by his side, in his arms, and stretched around his cock as often as you wanted.

A long, continuous string of whimpers got drooled out on your pillow, your abdomen tensing as your hole was pulsing around Zayne's pistoning cock. He lowered himself to his elbows, laying almost on top of you as he growled in your ear, his dick twitching and knot trying to bully it's way inside of you. He snapped his hips harder, your ass and his front covered in sticky fluids as both of you were nearing the end.

"Be ready for my knot. I'll try to be gentle, but I— ahh!" he moaned, barely able to speak as well. You were long past the ability to speak. His body was warm and heavy above you, but it felt so pleasant, so safe to be surrounded by your Zayne from all sides. You pushed your hips against his, trying to help him push his knot inside. And when it finally popped past your entrance…

You screamed and closed your eyes tight, cumming immediately, the tension finally broken as your fucked out pussy gushed even more slick around the dick still moving inside you. Zayne groaned and moaned, his sounds so deliciously needy as he continued to drag his length between your spasming walls, as much as he could now that the knot locked inside. It didn't take more than a few pumps, and he gasped as he started to empty himself inside you.

His cum hit deep inside you, against your cervix, trying to enter directly into your womb. "Feel this, and remember what I'm giving you," he said through laboured breaths, pushing deeper inside you. He fell on top of you, still cumming, filling you with all he had. Your hole felt so full, plugged up with his dick and knot, and continuously filled with his seed. This had to take, it simply had to. You were already so full, you wouldn't be surprised if your lower abdomen was already bulging slightly.

After a few more moments of Zayne filling you up, he seemed to be done. Still breathing hard, he raised on his elbows and gathered you in his arms as he turned on his side. His knot was still keeping the two of you connected, and you pressed your back closer to his chest. Zayne immediately held onto your waist tighter, and his lips found the crook of your neck again.

"Did you feel good?" he whispered, more so feeling his question against your skin rather than hearing it.

"Yes, very good," you whispered back, your throat hurting from how much you whimpered throughout. "How long will it take for your knot to deflate?" you asked while wiggling your hips. Zayne moaned feeling your movement and stilled you with a firm hand on your hip.

"Statistically, the average duration should take around half an hour. But as I've never done this before, I suppose we'll see." His words were followed by a tender kiss to your neck, and the hand on your hip travelled lower to cup your lower abdomen. He caressed your skin with his thumb, and the two of you fell into a comforting serenity.

Your eyes closed as both of you were still recovering, still intimately connected, hoping your illicit rendezvous will result into the child that should secure a happy marriage between you two. His hand on your belly already tried to cradle the life you both wanted to create. This was the only way to force your parents to let you marry the man you loved.

"Zayne," you started to speak, with eyes still closed, "why did you never tell me you wanted me as your wife, your mate?"

The doctor exhaled a heavy breath, nuzzling further into your neck, where your scent was strongest. "Do you want me to admit I've been a coward? I never knew if what you held for me was just simple affection born from a childhood friendship, or something more. I didn't want to ruin an innocent relationship, if that was all that could be between us. Your parents already made it clear enough, a suitor without a noble title would be immediately disqualified. So I kept my silence."

You opened your eyes, and turned your head as well as you could towards him. "And yet, when I told you I was going to get married, you immediately offered to get me pregnant."

Zayne chuckled, slightly embarrassed. "I was desperate, you'll have to forgive me. I knew that was the last moment I could act upon my feelings, and seeing how disappointed you were about your upcoming engagement, I dared to believe you might share my sentiments."

You smirked, moving your hand back to card your fingers through his hair. "So you let go of all propriety, gave me a pill to induce my heat, went against all the rules of our well bred society, and deflowered the daughter of a Baron so you could get her pregnant and guarantee a necessary marriage?"

Zayne leaned into your touch. "When you put it that way, it sounds so inappropriate…"

You pinched his earlobe. "Do I have to remind you how dirty you've talked while pounding my insides?!"

Zayne retaliated against your teasing by pushing into you, which garnered another overstimulated whimper from you. "I know what I said, and I'll do it again. After all, we'll need to continue to ensure this night will be successful."

Your heart skipped a beat, and your overstuffed pussy fluttered around Zayne's cock, which you've only now realized was still hard.

"You're not gonna let me sleep tonight, are you?" Thinking of a second round made the symptoms of your heat reappear. Suddenly, the overstimulation turned to neediness.

"You'll be able to sleep tomorrow morning after I leave. And I recommend to rest with your hips raised on a pillow, so less of my seed will spill out," Zayne said, still nuzzled in the crook of your neck, slowly pumping his locked dick through your channel.

Even after the way he's taken you, the many depraved words he's said, the thought of getting pregnant with his child still made your cheeks blush.

It didn't take long until his knot softened, and Zayne mounted you for a second round out of many more to come tonight.

***

Nine months later, the local newspaper featured this line in the 'Birth Announcement' section:

• Mrs Li, wife of Dr Zayne Li, has given birth to a healthy baby girl, named Jasmine Li, yesterday morning.