Camilla's POV
Alpha’s Hated Mate
Camilla's POV
Everyone is always like "yeah, it's an awesome experience." Well, I fucking disagree, it's as awesome as it is horrible to be pregnant. There's good days, and there's bad days.
For me, all the days are good, except the ones I wake up with the unstoppable urge to empty my stomach. Nobody tells you the downside of pregnancy, my least favorite one has to be my hair drying up, I can't seem to moisture it enough, or the fucked up bladder I'm forced to live with.
But nothing beats the horniness of it, I'm fucking over it. Most guys have a pregnancy kink but I don't feel right sleeping around because I'm pregnant and Kingston won't touch me too much because I'm skating on thin ice with this pregnancy.
Two weeks ago, we found out that the little soccer player inside me was a girl, that gave me some relief, she won't look too much like him could she? No, I hope not.
Since finding out her gender, Kingston has been buying literally everything he sees for her. Belle is the same, Aunt Amaya and Tiana too. Tiana was the most excited to hear about my pregnancy, loving being pregnant with me. I've spent half my time with her at the Royal Residence, monitoring the relationship of that of her.
Hades and his girlfriend. It's been awkward, especially meeting my grandmother who seems to only care for the existence of Hades, Victoria and no one else. I'm not bothered by that fact, it's Tee's happiness I'm concerned about in that house. She and Hades are getting close, sharing kisses when they cuddle at night. Yes, she can finally sleep at night, and I'm glad she can.
A while ago, I was denied chocolate coated cucumber slices for dessert because my doctor put a restriction on just how much chocolate I can have a week. I tried to bargain, used Karla to steal me a chocolate bar at the very least but that plan backfired when Kingston and Belle showed up at my door, and took it before I had the chance to sneak a bite. I was beyond upset, I started to cry in my room, kicking both of them out so I could cry in peace. However, I didn't cry much, my emotions switched from sad to horny real fast. I've learned this is a thin line for me.
I put a pin on crying and slipped out of my dress, grabbing my vibrator from the safe I keep it and all other toys hidden and got to work.
The vibrator lasted me about fifteen minutes and one orgasm before the battery died on me. I forgot to charge it, frustrated, I dropped the vibrator aside and put my hand to work.
My pussy felt slick, my fingers slipping in and out with ease as I fucked myself inconceivably until I came a second time. Not even that orgasm did it for me, I began to play with my pussy, hastily riding my pillow in search of an orgasm but it never came. I did come, but that was not the orgasm I needed to rid myself of the frustrating desire to get my brains fucked out.
I've only ever felt that a few times in my life, hence I knew I could only get to that one place, and so, I grabbed my car keys, fired up my car and hit the road.
Mindlessly going on an eight hour drive, just to get me that orgasm. On my way, I made arrangements to secretly get me to my destination. An old friend who is now a friend of an enemy helped me out, and thank God it was nighttime when I arrived.
Looking down at him now I nearly regret my decision, he can see me, his eyes are directly on my tits, mumbling something about them looking nice. When his hand lazily reached to touch my boob, I slid away, pulling the hem of his boxers. “I'm sorry for drugging you but I fucking hate you, almost as much as I need to come all over your dick. This is wrong,” I tell myself, my hands caressing his cock, such a wonderful creation but sadly, it's attached to the world's biggest psycho. “But you got me pregnant, you made this little football star in my belly so why can't I make you think this was all a hallucination?” I scowl, finally registering his hand on me.
“Yes baby, suck my cock.” he murmurs, his hand gently caressing my boob.
I moan, dangling myself on top of him and sliding down his semi hard cock that seemed to come to life in my hands.
Sinking down into him, I moan quietly, the pain of him stretching Mr sending euphoric signals to my brain.
I begin to move on top of him, my hips moving slow at first to savour the moment leading to my orgasm but soon enough I quicken the pace at which I ride him. My hips buck hastily on top of him, horny Camilla winning over sentimental Camilla.
His hands settle on my waist, little to not much grip on them as he groans underneath me, trying to fuck me back but my pace is too quick to match in this sloppy state.
When I finally come, he too spills inside me, but I dismiss the action, I'm already pregnant, it can't do anything we haven't done before..“Mia, you feel so good baby.” he grunts, his hands caressing my hip bones.
I take a deep breath, my pussy awakening once again at the sound of his voice. But no, I can't do this, I have to go to get back to Silverline, this is long overdue, I got what I wanted, I can't stay, I'm not supposed to be here. Rising off his cock, I whimper, my body already mourning the loss.
My dress and blazer are tossed somewhere on the floor, I find them with ease, putting them on easily. Only then do I dress him too, ignoring his murmurs and whispers of my name falling from his lips.
Once I'm done, I grab my cap and leave, making sure I go unnoticed but I'm seen by a few men, a friend of an enemy among them. He joins me, escorting me to the place my car is parked. He and I converse subtly before I start my car, making sure I don't forget to fulfil my end of the deal.
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