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The candles flicker as a soft breeze blows through a hole in the siding of the empty church, the only living thing present is you, kneeling before the alter of Mother Miranda and the lords. You pray, every night you come here after everyone has gone and pray for her to hear your pleas. After countless nights you start to suspect that maybe the reverend mother cannot hear you at all, that is until the small breeze turns into a full gust which blows the candles out. Smoke fills the air and follows the direction of the gust, as does your head to see her standing there in all her glory. Her black robes shift and settle as her large black wings fold themselves in behind her, her golden mask shields her face and the large golden halo adorned to her back stares at you with a singular eye at the peak.

"What is it you want child? Speak," she commands.

"Mother Miranda" you stand on both feet, still staying hunched as to not be taller than her, "thank you for hearing my prayers. Please, I have one request, just one."

"My my, a female alpha" she steps toward you, her taloned fingers rest under your chin and force you up to stand at your full height, "no female as ever survived the alpha transition. Remarkable."

"That's just the thing, I don't want to be." you say quietly.

"You don't? You know the procedure has a higher chance of killing you than the transition."

"No I mean, I want to be an alpha, I just, don't want to be a female."

Mother Miranda looks up at you, her grayish eyes sizing you up before she releases your chin.

"I see. Well I can certainly do that, do you have family to care for you after the procedure?"

"No. My family has all but abandoned me since my transition."

"Then I will have to make arrangements. Come child."

* * *
When you awaken you're groggy, the anesthesia slowly losing its hold on you as you blink away the sleep. Mother Miranda is there above you, instead of her normal robes and wings she appears to be wearing a robe made from feathers. Her golden beak the only color in the black sea. When you finally grasp onto reality you swallow and groan softly, carefully sitting up with her assistance.

"One of my children has agreed to take you, she'll nurse you until you are fully recovered in exchange that you'll be of service to her once that happens. I order about six weeks bed rest, no reaching as to not rip open your incisions, and the tubes can come out in two weeks. You'll also have to wear a binder to keep compression."

You hobble next to her before she finds a suitable wheelchair to prop you in, she begins wheeling you from the bed you were lying in when hundreds of crows swarm you in your chair. The anesthesia makes you unreactive but it sparks your heartrate from startling you, when the crows disappear you're on the porch of a house. There's a waterfall nearby which makes you cock your head slightly; one of her children...this isn't Dimitrescu or Moreau that much is obvious, and it smells too...neutral to be Heisenberg which leaves...

You swallow nervously as the doors open by themselves and you are wheeled into the manor. Everywhere you look feels as though there's a film over your eyes and no matter how much you blink it remains. Out of nowhere a small figure rounds the corner and waddles to approach you and Mother Miranda. It's a doll. You've heard about Beneviento, she has the power to cause vivid hallucinations and it's said her flowers are powerful suppressants. The doll approaches and tsks before rising up into the air and grunting softly.

"You didn't say they were an alpha" the doll screeches making you flinch.

"I explicitly said that Dimitrescu would not take them because of their status, I presumed you could draw the conclusion yourself. I'll be more specific in the future" Mother Miranda responds flatly.

"This poses problems."

"It'll be fine" Mother Miranda says with a sigh.

"Why can't they stay with you?" The doll asks.

"We've been over this and I will not get into it with you again, now, where can I put them?" Mother Miranda asks.

"Upstairs."

Mother Miranda offers you a hand and you take it, slowly making your way up the stairs to a small bedroom lined with dolls. The room has a singular bed in the corner, a dresser, a desk, and two small windows. Mother Miranda aids you to the bed and you sit upright on top of it with a grunt, sighing heavily as you close your eyes and fall asleep in that position. When you awaken again Mother Miranda is gone, there's a soft knock on the door before it opens and in walks a figure covered head to toe in mourning garb with the face covered.

"Lady Beneviento thank you for-" you start, adjusting yourself on the bed.

"Shush" she orders quietly.

She carries a tray and sets it on your lap, an assortment of fruit, vegetables, a mysterious mush, and what appears to be a thin slice of mystery meat.

"You must be hungry" she states.

"Yes, thank you. I greatly appreciate you taking me."

Lady Beneviento says nothing and instead stands there watching you as you lean over the tray and begin eating. Despite it's appearance, everything tastes edible. She asks you questions like your chosen name, the preferred pronouns you use, if you have a mate which makes you chuckle.

"I wouldn't be here if I had a mate."

You finish your food and Lady Beneviento takes the tray away, "I will bring you some books to keep you occupied. If you need anything just speak out, I will hear."

* * *

"You need a bath" the lady says matter-of-factly.

"I know."

"The tubes are removed and Mother Miranda said so long as we don't submerge the incision sight you can be washed."

Lady Beneviento motions you to follow her, you do, easing off the bed carefully and following in stride down the hallway to a small bathroom. There's a tub inside, with a bucket of water next to it. Steam rises up from the tub and exits through the open door, Lady Beneviento walks over to a small window and opens it to let out the rest of the steam.

"Strip" she orders.

"Everything?" You ask with a crack in your voice.

"Do you expect me to wash you and your clothes?"

Your entire face turns red, you're about to undress in front of a lord! She helps you unbutton your shirt as to not over reach your arms, then you take the waist of your shorts and pull down. You glance over and see yourself in a mirror, turning to face it fully as you run your hands along your now flat chest and the scars. It's sensitive, but you smile as you take in the look of your new body. You turn around, still standing there in your boxers before Lady Beneviento motions with her finger, pointing at your boxers and making a downward motion. Now your entire body feels on fire as you slowly lower your boxers and step out of your pool of clothes, using your hands to cover yourself. She motions to the tub and you slowly get in, having to temporarily reveal yourself in order to brace against the edges of the tub. Then you lower yourself down. The water only comes up to your mid stomach, it's warm and you want to sink your entire body into it but you know you can't do that. Lady Beneviento kneels on the side with a wash rag in her hand and mild smelling soap.

"I'm going to touch you now, you'll need to do your....genitals if you can."

"O-okay" you mutter out.

She's extremely gentle while also mildly abrasive with her scrubbing, two weeks of no showering and still having surgical goop on you has left a fine film of oil and gunk on you. True to her word she hands you the rag and you wash between your legs under the water, now thankful it's become soapy enough to hide...everything. She lifts your legs carefully and washes them, then comes time for your head. She has you tilt your head back and she uses the spare bucket to comb your hair until it's wet enough for the shampoo. She repeats the process, gently scratching your scalp with her nails then brushing through your hair until the shampoo is gone. She uses another sweeter smelling soap to wash your face and neck, letting it sit for a moment before rinsing it off gently.

Your heart flutters every time she touches you, at first from embarrassment, but now from the intimacy of her touches. She's careful, gentle, bordering on loving as she caresses your neck, your hair, and even when she inspects the incisions on your chest she is gentle. You've never had anyone wait on you like this before, not since you were a babe and required the full attention of your parents. It made you realize how touch starved you are as you lean into her touch, silently begging for affection and attention which in that moment she gives. The air shifts, it's filled with a sweet smelling scent that relaxes you. Lady Beneviento is a beta, at least that's what her scent indicates, and she must be intentionally using her powers or her pheromones to produce a relaxing atmosphere. When the water runs cold that is when the moment is gone, she removes herself from you, leaving you cold and shivering literally and figuratively before she acquires a towel for you.

* * *

The next four weeks pass dreadfully slow, with nothing to pass time other than reading it felt more like four months. The entire time Lady Beneviento cares for you; washing your clothes, keeping you bathed, fed, and occasionally sitting in the room with you. Once the tubes were taken out she made you walk every day with her by your side the entire time, and when it's not her, it's her doll Angie. You and her walk the border of her land, she shows you the garden now is a pit of despair, and the old gardener's cottage where you are free to stay if you wish. In the short time, you and the lady become close, close enough she allows you to use her name; Donna. Now fully recovered it is time for you to repay your debt.

She starts you with light things as to not agitate your scars; sweeping, dusting, even a little cooking. Once you get a routine down she moves you outside, working in her yard by pulling weeds, tending to the yellow flowers that bloom everywhere. You even take on the project of rebuilding the gardener's home, and the garden itself. It's difficult work, but you owe Donna a great deal, and you also can't object that in the last few months you've grown rather fond of her. She's treated you better than your own parents, fed you, given you nice clothes, and even though she doesn't say much, you look forward to spending time with her. Even Angie has become somewhat of a friend to you, often teasing you relentlessly because of the way you 'look' at Donna

The first harvest of your garden proves worth all the effort; numerous vegetables have grown and you harvest what you need to take to Donna in her manor. You moved into the gardener's home, as to not disturb her more than necessary. However every day you visit her for tea. You tease that really you're there to see Angie, but of course Donna knows otherwise. When you enter the manor there's a distinct shift of smell, it's smells addictive, musty, and dangerous. There's a smell of panic, danger, like a deterrent for anyone entering to leave immediately.

"Donna? Angie?" You call out, receiving no answer.

Thinking Donna is in danger you drop the produce and immediately go to the elevator that leads downstairs. The moment the doors open you sprint to every room looking for her, the smell getting stronger the closer you get to her bedroom. You knock on the door in a panic.

"Donna? Are you okay?" You ask worriedly.

"Go away!" Screams Angie.

"What's wrong?" You ask.

"I said go away!" Angie screams again.

The smell burns your nose, it makes your head hurt as it keeps shifting from smelling like old books, to some chemical cleaner type smell, to the scent of impending danger. Something shifts inside you, a sudden urgency to get inside that room like your life depends on it. There's a chill up your spine which causes goosebumps to break out on your skin before you pound on the door again, a low growl emanating from your chest.

"I need to know if you're hurt! Don't make me break this door down."

The door swings open with a loud thud with Angie on the other side, you move her out of the way to find Donna curled into a ball on her bed. She's wearing only a nightgown which is currently drenched in sweat, she's whimpering and shaking violently. You've seen this before, but she's a beta, she's not supposed to go into heat..unless she was hiding her true status from you. You're an alpha, of course she would hide her scent because she didn't know if she could trust your intentions or not. Many alphas take omegas without their consent, sometimes they even take betas when their ruts hit. You take a step forward but quickly you are cut off by Angie.

"Do not touch her! Get out of here before you make her do something she'll regret!"

"Please I just want to help."

"No you want to fuck her! Treat her like every alpha does, stick your dick in then leave her with the consequences."

You won't deny that your alpha is currently screaming at you to claim her, pin her down and breed her until she's swollen with your brood. The other half of you in standing strong, this is the woman who cared for you when you were are your most vulnerable. You straighten up and look at Angie, your own scent now mixing with the already unbearable toxin in the air. Determination.

"I am not going anywhere Angie. Donna needs me, and if I have to tie myself to the bed then I will. I promise, I will not do anything until she is past her heat. No marking, no mating, nothing until she is in a clear head space."

There's a long silence before Angie twitches and shivers, "top drawer of the nightstand" she says.

You open the drawer to the nightstand and see an eye mask, makes sense since she's not wearing her veil. You put the eye mask on then slowly crawl onto the bed with her, she immediately lays on you, her intense body heat making you break out into a sweat as well. Her smells makes you groan internally, maybe you should tie yourself down. Your arousal is evident but you remain completely still, letting Donna simply touch you. She grinds herself on your lap and you grunt softly.

"Donna-" her name rolling off your tongue makes her whimper softly, and you wrap your arms around her tightly, "I'm not going anywhere, but please, I don't want to take advantage of you while you're in this state."

"I trust you" she whimpers.

"If you did, you wouldn't make me wear the eye mask" you point out.

There's another long silence before there's a shift, her body weight now on your chest and you whine lowly from her smell so close to you. Fingers wrap around the eye mask and slowly pull up to reveal her. You blink a few times, your heart thudding in your chest as she sits there. Her pale skin glistens from the sweat, her hair is ebony black and thrown into a messy bun atop her head, and her eyes. A singular eye, with one covered a lumpy mass with tendrils poking out, wiggling about and the other a brown so dark it looks black.

"You're beautiful" you whisper.

"Truly?" She asks.

"You know as well as I do I cannot lie to save my life."

She locks her eye with yours, scanning for any indication of a lie but finds nothing. Her eye then drifts down to your lips before she gently places a kiss on them. You kiss her back gently, your arms tightening around her body before she breaks the kiss and nuzzles her face into your neck, breathing your scent in deeply. She occasionally grinds herself on you, begging for release from her pain but you hold fast, hiding your face in her neck as you growl lowly. Your teeth aching to sink into her, claim her, mark her as your own but you don't. You can't. Not while she is like this. Despite her best efforts, even trying to manipulate you, you hold steady and the most you do is shower her lips and face with heated kisses.

Her heat finally passes, the recognizable grumble of your stomach stirs Donna awake from her light slumber. She turns to face you, slowly sitting up on the edge of her bed with hugging herself. She runs her hands along her arms, then her collarbone, and her neck as if checking to see if you marked her. Her scent smells like old books, and fresh rain but underneath is the smell of worry before it's consumed fully by her dominate scent. You arch your neck, having become addicted to it as you breathe in her scent once more, she looks over at you, her eye looking you over.

"You could have easily taken advantage of me" she says quietly.

You reach over to take her hand into your own, "you helped me when I was vulnerable. You could have turned me away, left me to my own devices, but you didn't. You cared for me, gave me my strength and my confidence. I would never, and I mean, never, hurt you Donna. I love you."

Donna looks at you in the eyes, her eye flipping between both of yours before she leans back into your chest, her head tucked under your neck, "I think I might love you too.." she whispers.

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Mother Miranda circles you, raising your arms then lowering them to examine you more as she carefully taps her fingers near your scar to see if there's an nerve reaction. Everything healed smoothly, the nerves are beginning to waken once again which will lead to some sensitivity but otherwise be unbothersome. You chose to keep your nipples, and they've healed nicely as well, although Mother Miranda accidentally reattached one marginally too far left. To the untrained eye it looks normal, but to her she might as well have stitched it to your armpit.

"You're looking very well. Muscle growth, weight gain, I see you've got some hair coming in too. I'm glad to say that this is the last time we'll need to meet unless you need something else," she says firmly.

"I don't think so."

"Great. How are things with Beneviento?"

"Good..." you drawl.

"But?" Mother Miranda asks.

"I want to court her," you say quickly.

Mother Miranda stands there, she sets aside her clipboard and rests her hand beneath her chin her her eyes size you up.

"Well, this is an exciting development indeed. You do know Beneviento is...sensitive. She's also infertile like all of the lords. She won't be able to give you children."

"I love her. She's accepted me for...all of me and everything in between, I wish to make her feel how she's made me feel for the rest of our lives."

"I see, not that you need my permission but if this is something you wish to do then I won't stand in your way."

"Thank you Mother Miranda. For everything."

When you return to the manor, Angie greets you at the front door by flying into your arms to make sure you're in one piece. You react quickly, putting one arm behind your back with the surprise in it, and the other capturing Angie to hold. She looks around to see what you brought her but you thought ahead and put the surprise in a paper bag to keep her prying eyes from seeing. She takes guesses to what it is while you carry her down to the basement where you find Donna working away with her back toward you.

Angie flies away, leaving you and Donna alone in the workshop as you quietly approach and place your free hand on her waist. She freezes at first, but relaxes once you fully wrap your arm around her waist and press your body into hers. Donna sighs and leans back into you, her body molding to yours perfectly as she lifts her head from her current project.

"How'd it go?" She asks.

"Good, got a clean bill of health and something else.."

You bring the bag around and hold it in front of her. What do you get the woman who could make anything she wants? Jewelry, clothing, flowers, all of it she can make or grow herself. She takes out the box from the bag then slowly opens the lid to find a leather bound satchel. When she unravels it, it has numerous pockets and clips, and various sizes of pockets for all her tools and miscellaneous objects she doesn't have a place for. You feel Donna tense again, and you worry maybe she doesn't like it until she sets it down and turns around in your arms, her hands gently resting on your chest.

"Is this...what I think it is?" She asks.

"Depends...what do you think it is?"

Her breath hitches, as if she's terrified to get her hopes up, "a...courting gift?"

You rest your forehead against hers, the tendrils from her eye reaching out toward you as you brush a hand over her cheek, "would you accept if it is?"

"Yes," Donna whispers, tilting her head as she presses her lips softly against yours.

* * *

The courtship is successful. You bring Donna fresh vegetables from your now thriving garden, you catch fresh fish in the streams, and in turn she provides nutritious home cooked meals. You've moved back into the manor, leaving the rebuilt gardener's house once again, empty. It's been nearly a year and you nervously fiddle with your fingers as the time quickly arrives to Donna's next heat. You and her haven't mentioned anything about it since the last time, she's accepted your courtship, she very clearly loves you, but every time your kisses get a little too heated she stops. You're ready to take the next step, mark her for life as your mate but, maybe she doesn't want to? Maybe she's not ready?

"Donna?" You ask quietly, stepping into the workshop.

"Yes my love?" She answers.

"Can I talk to you?"

Donna pauses her motions and turns around to face you, her face riddled with worry.

"It's nothing bad" you reassure her.

That doesn't seem her ease her anxiety as she begins picking at a loose bit of skin around her fingernail.

"I wanted to talk to you about your heat. According to the calendar it should be happening soon..." you start.

"I know where this is going," she whispers, sighing heavily as her breathing becomes heavier and she turns away from you.

"I just want to make sure you're comfortable with me being here. I can stay in the gardener's house again. Or, we could.."

Donna turns around to face you again, tears in her eyes as she approaches you. It makes you stop talking but before you can offer words of comfort she presses her finger to your lips. Tears still streaming down her cheeks as she gives you a smile.

"You're so thoughtful. More than any alpha I've ever met, including my own brother. You're considerate, caring, patient, and even when I was at my most vulnerable you cared about my feelings and thoughts first. I want to take the leap with you I'm.....I'm scared. I've never done anything like it before...."

You smile and move her finger, leaning down and kissing away her tears, "neither have I. We'll learn together."

Donna smiles wider and cups your face, pulling you down to her as she kisses you deeply.

* * *

Right on schedule her heat arrives when you suspected it to. Now that it's here you're nervous but excited all the same, and hope that her heat won't send you into a rut that ends up hurting her or making her distrust you. At the first sign, Angie goes limp and out of the kindness of your heart, you move her to another room anyways. Just in case. The moment you return Donna attacks, grabbing you by the waist of your pants and dragging you to the bed where she throws you down and straddles your legs. The motion sends a jolt of arousal through your body and you feel your pants suddenly become tight and uncomfortable.

Donna starts undoing your pants and you swallow nervously, her hesitation from the day before obviously gone. She yanks down your pants and you shift your legs to help her remove them fully before you sit up and remove your shirt. Donna pauses for only a moment, leaning down and leaving heated kisses along your sensitive scars while her hands run along your waist. Your breathing picks up, you squirm a little as you try to remain steady and calm but her scent is making it impossibly hard. Donna sits back up and pulls down your boxers, releasing your hard cock from its restraints as she pulls your boxers down your legs and tosses them aside.

Donna tilts her head as she examines your erection and you suddenly feel shy, your face burning red as you slowly creep your hands up to cover yourself. Donna slaps your hands away before she grasps your cock with one hand and slowly rubs it. You wince and suck in a sharp breath which catches Donna's attention, the heat daze clearing from her eye as she blinks and releases your erection.

"I'm sorry," she whispers.

"It's fine it's...your hand is dry..."

The wheels turn in Donna's head as she looks between your erection and you then a faint blush coats her pale cheeks, "please don't laugh at me."

"Why would I-"

She cuts you off by leaning down and taking your cock into her mouth, circling her tongue over your tip. You moan and your breath catches in your throat as you lean back and finally let out a heavy sigh. Donna sucks the tip then takes more and more until she gags from bottoming out then leans back up, covering your cock in a layer of saliva. She focuses on sucking the tip while stroking the rest of your cock with her hand. You moan to keep her going, your hands clutching the sheets as your thighs tense, trying not to thrust up. Donna's mouth is so warm, and for being inexperienced she uses her tongue rather well; she drags it from your base to your tip and takes it once more into her mouth. Her hand jerks you a little harder once she finds a groove and she removes her mouth to fully stroke your entire length.

You shudder and your thighs shake as you suddenly cum, surprising you and Donna both. A blush takes over your face and ears as you feel a wave of embarrassment next to the tingling aftershocks of euphoria. Before you can apologize Donna locks your lips with a kiss, as you taste yourself on her lips, you let out another soft groan. She breaks the kiss and examines your chest covered in cum and looks down at the few splatters covering her own, before she runs a finger through it and brings it to her mouth. It sends your senses into overdrive as something other than yourself takes over, sitting up abruptly and grabbing onto her hips, shifting her over onto her back with you on top.

Donna looks at you with a wide eye but instinctually widens her legs to allow you to push through until your cock rests against her dripping cunt. Donna cups your face to look at her, nodding her head as you reel your hips back and use one hand to guide yourself inside her. She flinches and her legs wrap around you, trying to tighten them together with you in the way, she sighs and slowly relaxes. Once she does you ease more in, making her flinch again and whimper softly as her nails dig into your face. When you bottom out you pause, giving her time to adjust as she whimpers softly again then looks up at you for reassurance. Leaning down you press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, then her lips when she releases your face to wrap around your neck.

Once she nods again you slowly start thrusting, fighting every screaming voice in your head to go faster, harder, but Donna's comfort is priority. Donna sighs softly and pulls you close to her neck, her hands tangling into your hair while her legs lock themselves around your hips. You grunt softly and only slightly pick up speed, feeling yourself already on the edge just from pushing into her. Her walls hug you in all the right spots, every time she shivers it sends an aftershock through you. She sighs and lets out the softest moan you've ever heard, if you could call it a moan, but it spurs you on to press your chest against hers and shift your knees under her hips. With her hips angled up you hit deeper and Donna gasps with a shuddering moan as you reach places she's never thought possible.

Her vision is clouded by stars and a burning sensation in her neck, she wants you to mark her. Make her yours forever. She leans her neck aside as she feels a winding coil in the pit of her stomach. Silently you understand, kissing her neck and shoulder until you settle on the perfect spot. Thrusting in deeply and a little harder Donna moans out, her nails digging into your flesh, her legs tightening around you. You grunt and thrust in one last time and right as you begin to cum inside her, you sink your teeth into her neck. Donna's mouth hangs open but no sound comes out as her entire body jolts, trembles, and shakes with every fiber tightening while her orgasm leaves her in a blissful state.

You pant heavily and slowly unlock your jaw from her neck, admiring your mark taking root. The moment only lasts a second before Donna brings you down and bites your neck in return, making you flinch from the burning pain of her teeth breaking skin. It subsides quickly and she releases your neck, giving her mark a soft kiss. She loosens her legs from your hips and slowly you pull out of her, making her moan softly from the loss. Donna sits up on her elbows seeing you're still hard, and her heat is still in full swing. She looks up at you and smiles deviously, using one hand to pull you back down on top of her.

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All Donna can think about is you; your musk, your muscles, your smile, and now her mind has wandered into dirty territory which has distracted her from her work. She sighs and sets down her current project. It would be unbecoming of an omega to order an alpha around, she's supposed to be submissive, and obedient. Yet now her mind has conjured an image in her head, something she's secretly wanted to try with you but has been too embarrassed and shy to do it. The familiar pinch in her neck and the aching feeling in her back makes her groan internally but maybe that's her excuse. She'll be in heat soon; hormones make her do irrational things, crazy things, and she'll whip that out if you end up not liking it.

Donna straightens up and marches from the workshop, searching for you which has become incredibly difficult because now the whole house smells like you! She knows you'll most likely smell her first, her pheromones saturating every area she steps in, but luck must be on her side. There you are, sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace distracted by your most recent book. The second she enters you perk up, she sees your head lift up and raise to the air but she quickly approaches you, shoving you back down by the shoulders before she kneels between your legs.

She pushes on your thighs to spread them and her mouth waters with anticipation, her hormones haven't even fully ignited yet her mind is clouded by one thought: your dick. Before you can say anything she shushes you with her pointer finger raised in the air, no words only action. She loses her veil, haphazardly tossing it onto the seat beside you as you sink into the couch, opening your legs more and flooding her with your own rising arousal. Donna unbuttons the top few buttons of her dress, the cool air of the manor hitting her like a truck on her already over heated skin. You reach to undo your belt but Donna slaps your hands away before taking over, loosening the belt and undoing the single button then the zipper of your pants, pulling them down.

You lift your butt up so she can fully pull your pants down to your ankles, Donna makes a tsking noise and you raise your feet so she can fully remove your pants. She wants nothing in her way. Next is your boxers, she yanks them down forcibly in the same manner as your pants and the moment the band of your boxers passes, your semi hard dick springs out. Once your boxers are out of the way Donna takes your dick in her hand and licks her lips.

"I've missed you," she whispers softly, giving your cock a kiss on the tip.

"Fuck.." you shiver slightly.

Whenever she speaks to your dick directly, for some reason it sends quivers through you. Donna takes your cock in her mouth and sucks the sensitive tip while one hand jerks the base and the other continues to unbutton her dress. You lean back and groan softly, her warm mouth makes you fully erect in no time and she rises up on her knees to fully engulf your dick. Once her dress is adequately unbuttoned, she uses her free hand to push it open to reveal her swollen, sensitive breasts which instantly perk at the cold air. Her scent hits you and you groan again, your chest heaving as you suck in greedy breaths. Donna sucks you until she tastes your precum, then she removes her head and jerks you off until your tip is flowing with it.

She scoops large droplets of it and spreads it between the valley of her breasts, you watch her hypnotized. Your cock twitches with excitement at what she has planned, as another droplet of is used to lube her the sides of her breasts. Once the valley and sides of her breasts are glimmering with your precum she adjusts her chest until they hug your cock tightly. You bite your lip and hold your breath as she then starts rubbing her breasts over your twitching cock. You finally let out the air in your lungs and suck in another deep gulp, tilting your head back over the couch.

Her breasts hug you in all the right spots as she pushes them impossibly closer and tighter together. They rub the entirety of your cock perfectly, and when they come to the tip more precum oozes out and flows down her breasts. Something primal inside you stirs, your alpha growls making Donna gasp and tremble with arousal, and continue a little bit faster. You want to see her painted with your cum, every inch of her reeking of you from the inside out, you want to pump her full until she can't hold anymore. You buck your hips and Donna moans softly as she dips her head and takes your tip into her mouth, sucking the rest of the precum as her breasts continue jerking you.

"Fuck," you curse again.

Your hips tense and you grunt as your cock throbs and spurts of cum shoot out into her mouth, she moans and moves her mouth to swallow what she caught. The rest of your cum she catches on her breasts and chest, the cum flowing through her cleavage like lava from a volcano. Donna pants softly and leans back on her heels, scooping some cum with her finger and bringing it to her mouth. You watch her intensely as she doesn't break eye contact with you, without uttering a word she knows what you want to do. Donna stands on shaky legs and straddles your hips, lifting her dress to show her black, lace panties. They're drenched. She moves them aside and her pussy gleams from how wet she is as she lines up your throbbing cock, before slowly sinking down on it. It eases in without any effort, perfectly latched inside as if she was made specifically to take your cock. Donna groans as you fill her, stretching her in the way she missed before she rests her hands on your shoulders.

"Your cock feels so good inside me," she moans.

You only grunt in response, your fingers digging into her hips as she begins riding you, bouncing up and down with her cum covered breasts jiggling in front of your face. A lewd idea crosses her mind. Most alphas would be too proud, too squeamish to do something, but she has a feeling with a few thrusts of her hips she can convince you. Donna wraps her hands around the back of your head before shoving you in between her breasts, you groan loudly and begin sucking and marking any bits of flesh you can find. Uncaring if your own cum touches your tongue, you want her body littered with your mark.

Donna gasps as you take her sensitive nipple in your mouth, sucking it and gently rolling it with your tongue. Her hips grind on yours, rocking back and forth before giving a little bounce on your cock. She feels every pulse of your heartbeat in your veins, every twitch of impending orgasm, and she wants it all. Donna gasps softly as you move to the next breast, her hips moving faster as you start bucking your hips up, your fingers bruising her hips through the fabric of her dress.

"Yes, yes, yes," Donna moans.

You gently bite her nipple, grazing your teeth over it which makes her squeal and slam down on your cock. This is what she needed, this is what she truly missed, feeling full, stretched, and utterly at your mercy. Donna doesn't give you a chance to gasp before her orgasm clamps down your aching cock, her walls tighten, she quivers and spasms as her entire body is consumed with pleasure. You groan with her breast in your mouth, your cock now securely locked inside her as you thrust up with any room you have before unleashing your cum. Donna groans at the feeling, your cum inside her, filling her, but she needs more. She needs you to fill her until you pass out, and you happily oblige.

After a quick breather she goes to stand up, cum leaks from her cunt and you growl loudly as it covers your still hard cock. She loses her dress and you couldn't rip off your shirt fast enough, knowing she'll have bruises from the way you handle her excites her core. You grab her hips, toss her onto the couch with her ass in the air, the perfect presentation position. You mount her from behind, shoving your cock back inside her as you hunch over and cradle her with your body. You begin thrusting hard and fast, your hips slapping against hers, and you sink your teeth into your mark making her squeal again.

* * *

Now it's your turn to be a bother. You walk into the workshop and find Donna dutifully working away, her shoulders relax knowing it's you but she doesn't turn to face you. You approach her anyways, wrapping your arms around her waist and digging your nose into her neck. She smells heavenly. She smells like you, but sweeter, more addictive. Donna giggles softly and tilts her head to give you more room and you greedily accept, burying your nose into her and huffing like an addict. Donna giggles more.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

"I can't help it, you smell so good."

"What do I smell like?"

"Old books, campfire, and...honey? I think?"

"You think?"

"I can't put my finger on it, but it's something sweet and by god do I have a sweet tooth."

Donna giggles again as you begin nibbling on her, your hands wandering over her body until they reach her breasts and she sucks in a sharp breath. You instantly remove yourself from her, hands in the air as she rubs her breasts.

"I'm sorry," you quickly state.

"It's fine. They've just been incredibly sore lately, even the softest breeze makes them ache."

"Hm..maybe you should go see Mother Miranda."

"No, I'm not going to bother her with this. I'm sure it'll pass."

It doesn't.

Donna becomes even more lethargic, hardly spending time in the workshop and instead spending it in bed. She sleeps the majority of the time, and when she isn't asleep she goes to the kitchen to nibble on food before violently vomiting it up. Enough is enough. You call Mother Miranda against Donna's wishes and she comes instantly, equally as concerned with one of her children being sick. They don't get sick. Mother Miranda goes into the bedroom and makes you wait outside, pacing back and forth nervously and wearing a hole into the carpet before she comes out. A look of utter shock makes you panic.

"Well? What is it?" You ask hurriedly.

"I didn't think it was possible.." Mother Miranda murmurs.

"What?" You pry.

"Come, sit," she orders, leading you toward the kitchen.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, anxiety pumping through every vein as Mother Miranda sits you on a stool. She sighs softly and holds your hand.

"Oh my...she's dying isn't she?" You ask with a whimper.

"No! No dear," Mother Miranda pats your hand, "she's pregnant."

You stare at her.

You continue to stare at her blinking before the words finally come through, "what?" You ask barely above a whisper.

"I thought she was infertile like the other lords but blood doesn't lie. She's carrying at least one child, there's only one heartbeat that I can hear but that doesn't mean there can't be more."

"More?"

Mother Miranda takes your silence wrongly, she believes you to be angry and she has prepared herself. That is until you leap from the stool and hug her tightly, squeezing her until she pushes on you to make you let go.

"I'm gonna be a parent," you say excitedly, "can I see her?"

"Yes, she's resting now."

Mother Miranda blinks as you rush out the kitchen into the bedroom, finding Donna sitting on the bed with her head held in her hands. She looks up at you and tears are rushing down her face.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs.

"Sorry?" You clarify, rushing over to her and taking her hands in yours, kneeling beside the bed, "my love what could you possibly be sorry for?"

"This..." she looks toward her stomach, "we never...I didn't think I could...do you even want kids?"

You kiss Donna's knuckles, "I would be honored to have kids with you Donna. I would love them unconditionally," you lean forward and kiss her stomach, "I already do."

"What if...I don't?"

You look up at her then back at her stomach before back at her, "then that's your decision and I won't force you into anything you aren't comfortable with. I will be by your side no matter what you choose."

Donna's shoulder visibly relax as she squeezes your hands gently, "I want...I want to keep them. I want a family with you."

* * *

Donna is absolutely beautiful pregnant; she was beautiful before but now she glows even wearing her usual mourning garb. However, she's had to adjust her outfits to fit her swelling belly. Dimitrescu was more than ecstatic to have a little one running around and proceeded to shower you and Donna with gifts: a bassinet, clothes, bottles, everything one could need for a baby. Mother Miranda monitors her every month to check on the health of the baby and despite all odds against her, Donna is carrying a perfectly healthy baby.

Donna lays in bed, now ordered to be on bed rest until birth because of the weight of the baby pressing on her pelvis. She whimpers softly as you lay between her legs, head resting on her belly as you stroke the sides saying idle chatter to the baby. Donna watches you worship her belly with your unborn child inside, making promises to love them, reading to them, and even singing to them. Donna readjusts and grunts softly as you begin peppering kisses over the sensitive skin while stroking her thighs.

"Careful love, if you keep that up I'll think you want something more," Donna warns.

You hum, "maybe that's what I want...you look so beautiful, you smell intoxicating, I can't help myself."

"Well if you feel so inclined..."

Donna spreads her legs a little wider and you get the memo instantly as you smirk and delve between her legs. You lift up her skirt and find she's already not wearing underwear, presumably to make going pee easier. Lucky you. You lean forward and run your tongue along her cunt and she moans softly, sinking into the bed with her head tilted back. You use your hands to spread her further so you can lick around her clit and suck it, rolling the nub with your tongue. Donna arches her hips the best she can and groans to spur you on which you happily do. You press further into her dripping cunt and graze her clit with your teeth, feeling it swell with arousal between your lips. With how sensitive she is it doesn't take long before she's biting her lip and quivering.

"Faster," she moans.

You roll her clit faster, pressing on it with your tongue until she's shaking in your mouth and her orgasm hits her. She clenches on air, her body shivers as pleasure washes over her and she instinctually clutches her stomach feeling the baby move as she comes down from her high.

"Better?" You ask with a smirk.

"Hmm..."

* * *

The birth of the child is long, Donna's water breaks early in the morning and she wakes in distress to the soaked sheets. Her pelvis cramping as contractions come and go and you rush to contact Mother Miranda. She arrives instantly with a young beta girl by her side, they roll up their sleeves and you stand by Donna's side holding her hand. By nighttime your baby girl has arrived, Donna pants heavily as sweat drenches her hair and body, exhaustion overtaking as the hormones flush from her system. She looks just like you with the same cheeks, nose, and face, but with Donna's dark eyes and hair. Donna looks at you through hooded eyes and an exhausted smile as you hold the baby tightly to your bare chest.

"You did it," you praise.