To Become Whole Again

Ch. 18: The Pregnancy Heat .

An urgent knocking on the door woke Altari and Luna and the Saggitas Heres grabbed a dagger and asword and walked to the door, throwing on a clean uniform along the way.  Altari opened the door  to a flushed Draco.

“There’s something wrong with-,”

“Very horny, no matter how much he cums,”

“Yes… how did you-,”

“It’s the pregnancy heat, as his pregnancy continues he will require you in many many ways,” Altari said stepping out into the parlor that connected their rooms, “The first is sexually, it’s a way of reaffirming your bond and securing his place as your mate.  This will die down some in the next few days.  He’ll also require your blood and presence or the pregnancy will become… precarious.  I cannot stress the importance of being right next to him or you could lose both him and your child,”

“Oh…” Draco got up and ran back to the room, unsurprised to find Harry panting with his hand wrapped around his cock.  Draco crawled onto the bed and swallowed Harry down, not surprised when Harry came with a shout just moments later.  He moved up his mate’s body, hitching his legs up and sliding into his already stretched and lubed hole.  Harry groaned, pushing up into every frantic thrust, panting harshly and begging.

“Drace… pleaseeeee,” Harry groaned, “I need, I need,”

“I know, shhh,” Draco whispered, allowing his teeth to elongate and he scrapped them over Harry’s mating mark, biting down hard and making Harry scream as he came, tight ass milking ever last drop of Draco’s seed from his body.

“What is this?”

“Pregnancy heat,” Draco gave him a lecherous leer, “Guess what that means,”

“Draco… you ass hole,” Harry laughed.

Harry groaned, rushing from their bed and puking once again.  He was so sick and tired of this part, wasn’t it supposed to have stopped by now?  He felt Draco kneel behind him and hold his braid back, one cool hand rubbing up and down his distended stomach.  Harry finally stopped and leaned against Draco.

“I hate this, Draco,” Harry moaned.

“I know, my little love,” Draco murmured, picking his mate back up and depositing him on the bed.  He quickly went about getting dressed, waiting till Harry sat up, the nausea starting to wane enough for him to get ready for class.  Harry pulled on a pair of those blasted maternity pants and one of Draco’s shirts, at seven and a half months he was so large that it didn’t seem real, even though he could feel his and Draco’s child move within him.

And boy did it move, if it didn’t end up being a Beater in Quiddich Harry would be highly surprised.

Draco and Harry had decided not to find out what gender their baby was.  Preferring to wait until the birth itself.  Draco came up behind Harry and put his hands on his tummy.

“Not long now,” Draco said, “Just 6 more weeks,”

“What if we’re not ready?” Harry said, putting his hands over Draco’s, feeling as his sweet little baby kicked, “What if I’M not ready?”

Draco chuckled, “You, Harry, are going to be a magnificent parent,”

“You think?”

“I know,”

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Yes, I time skipped! Guilty as charged: the current time in the world is arounds Valentines day, which has a lot to do with Next Chapter.

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