Kiran x Aster

A little fluff piece between Kiran and Aster!
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The door opened and closed quietly, but Aster didn’t stir until her sheets rustled and a broad hand smoothed down her arm. She was lying on her side; she twisted her head, bleary. “Kiran?”
“Mm,” the Alpha hummed, slipping under the covers and cradling his massive body around her much smaller one. He was shirtless but he still wore pants. His warmth soothed Aster’s bare skin, snuggling her back against him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked quietly as Kiran intertwined his legs with hers. Every movement he made, they made together. She wasn’t his oldest Omega in age or time in the Sun harem, but for some reason, he kept coming back to her. She did bear him the most pups in the past few years and was about to give him two more.
Kiran buried his face in her neck. Didn’t nibble, didn’t lick or bite, simply breathed her in. She could tell that his eyes were closed. “Do you want me to leave?”
Aster’s heart did a little flip, but she remained stoic. “No. I just—”
Kiran’s palm spread across her swollen belly, silencing her. Her eyelids fluttered and a little sound escaped her lips. He rarely visited his pregnant Omegas anymore, though always present—and retrained—for every birth.
But he kept coming back for Aster, and it always seemed for a purpose more than sex. When he wanted to knot, Kiran was more aggressive and grumpy, intent on getting his pleasure. Yet when he visited Aster he was pensive and gentle, as if he just wanted…to *be*.
His hand moved in slow circles. The sound of the smooth rasp of skin on skin lulled them both into a stupor. A groan elicited from two pairs of lips, and Kiran adjusted—and Aster felt him hard against her backside.
It was her turn to “Mm,” but his hand had already skimmed to her breast, ever so slightly lifting it, gently massaging. When she moaned in protest, trying to twist away, Kiran froze. “Not tonight,” she groused in a sleepy mumble. “Too tender.”
“I’m sorry,” was his returning mumble, lips against her shoulder, kissing it lighter than a butterfly’s wing. Aster couldn’t fight her shiver; she felt those lips form a smile. She knew without looking which kind of smile it was—the prideful smirk that grew from the satisfaction of making someone strongly react to something he did.
That dangerous hand skated slowly down her naked body to spread his fingers over her thigh. “Can I at least taste you?”
Aster was seven months pregnant, rendered nearly immobile by her size and its consequence of clumsiness. No one was allowed to touch her and she spent most of her time alone when she wasn’t with her pups. Though very independent, Aster was in need of love, and she didn’t care what form it was in.
Her core tightened and she shifted her legs to grant Kiran’s fingers access between them. They were no strangers to the pleasure, especially with each other, and it brought immediate bliss.
No one knew Kiran Cyrus’s soft side but Aster, and she preferred to keep this all to herself.
She moaned when he withdrew his fingers, but did not complain when he tossed the covers aside, exposing her body to the cool summer moonlight. “I said I’m tasting you, didn’t I?”
With some clumsy jostling and a heavy flop onto her back, Aster spread her legs as much as her belly would allow. Kiran knelt at the edge of the bed, hands taking her feet to massage them. Gods, just *that* felt incredible.
Aster lifted her head and tried to crane her neck. “Can you even see anything?”
He rubbed her lower belly. She couldn’t see over the bulge; could he see under it?”
The answer was yes. And yes, he could taste just as well. Though it *was* awkward and challenging, much to Kiran’s disgruntlement.
Aster’s climax was stifled by her own hand clamped over her mouth so no other jealous Omega heard through the walls. Kiran rumbled approval and eventually climbed back into bed, rolling her onto her side to face her.
Their eyes met in the blue-white light, gold and green, and Aster never felt closer to Kiran than when he curved himself forward to kiss her bare belly. He made a little growl and Aster felt movement as her—*their*—pups reacted to the sound of their father’s tone. He resumed circular motions with his hand, looking up at Aster with…not much on his face, but Aster knew how much this meant to him.
No matter how tough or powerful or coldhearted Kiran was, even he could not fight the paternal instincts. How *could* he fight the absolute miracle of creating life?
Aster’s hand covered his, and the difference in size and shade was drastic and beautiful. “Let’s sleep,” she murmured.
Kiran nodded in silent agreement. She didn’t know what he did today but it made him…sad. He was just someone who needed a presence to simply be there to support him, even if it didn’t involve much talking.
They nestled closely together and before long, they were fast asleep.
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Kiran stirred first, finding that Aster had managed to roll herself onto her other side. His arm snaked over her chest and tug her back to his chest. He smiled to himself at her little sigh when his palm rubbed her swollen belly.
It drew her from sleep. “Good morning.”
Kiran kissed her neck. “Good morning, my flower.”
They lay there in companionable silence until Aster’s stomach announced that she was hungry. Kiran chuckled in her ear softly. “What are you hankering for, mama?”
She wouldn’t flush from embarrassment, but she did with emotion. She was already a mother but to be called “mama” so *lovingly* by Kiran made her feel like they could actually be a family.
But that was too good to ever be true.
“You should know my favorite by now,” she said smartly.
He snorted and pointed out, “Your cravings change every day.”
“Take a guess then,” she retorted as she gathered strength and will to try and sit up.
Like the knothead he was, Kiran watched her struggle. “Pickles and frosting?”
“We don’t….even have…that,” grunted Aster, rocking back and forth like a turtle turned on its shell. “You bastard—”
“Fine, fine.” Kiran placed a hand on her lower back to keep her from rolling, pushing forward so she could finally get her feet on the floor and hoist herself into standing. “Atta girl.”
“Fuck you.” Aster waddled toward her dresser where her silks were draped on a handle, but he intercepted her by drawing her back against his chest.
Instinctively she melted into the embrace and sighed in exasperation when he started to pepper her jaw and neck with kisses. Her head tilted slowly side to side to give him free rein. And then he did something that felt so good, she claimed it changed her life.
Kiran was massaging her belly, but then his hands slid underneath the swell, and then, ever so gently and lightly…lifted the weight of it from gravity into his own palms. Aster moaned and lolled her head back onto his chest, closing her eyes.
“Oh,” she sighed, “oh, gods, oh.” Tears thickened her voice. “Oh, please can we stay like this forever?”
“Gods, woman, what are you carrying in here?” Kiran demanded teasingly, still cradling her carefully. “Bricks?”
To have the several pounds raised after months of constant pressure straining all parts of her small body… It was euphoric. Aster elbowed him. “No, it’s your bastard offspring. Next time *you* carry the bricks.”
Kiran laughed lightly and lowered her belly. He parted his lips on her shoulder to speak just when someone knocked on Aster’s door.
“Aster? Are you awake?” came Sienna’s voice.
“Yes,” she replied, though it came out as a hoarse rasp. Kiran’s hands were quite distracting. She said louder, “Yes.”
“Have you seen Kiran? That bastard has too much on his agenda to be disappearing.”
Aster could have burst out laughing at the Delta’s crude language. She would never have said that if she knew he was listening. Aster glanced over her shoulder to glimpse his expression.
He pretended to be scandalized, mouthing, *How dare she?*
“No,” Aster said innocently, closing her eyes again and leaning her head back. “Haven’t seen him.”
Sienna wasn’t deterred. “Who is in there with you? Whatever. If you see the *gold god*, let him know that his gold ass is going to be handed to him if he doesn’t get back on schedule.”
“I’ll be sure to let him know,” said Aster dutifully. They waited until Sienna’s footsteps faded before Aster barked with laughter.
Kiran bit down on her ear, just hard enough for some dull pain. “How dare you laugh at my misfortune,” he said huskily.
“I would pay to see you get whooped,” Aster told him. “Now lift one more time.”
Kiran chuckled and obliged. “Yes, mama.”