Chapter 3: Climax
"Really?" Alpha 7 asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of relief and excitement.
Dr. Cuttle nodded, his eyes beaming with pride. "Yes, indeed. The initial signs are quite promising. Your body is responding in ways consistent with a human pregnancy."
A wave of amazement washed over Alpha 7 as she contemplated the magnitude of the news. She felt her synthetic heart flutter, and for a moment, she thought she was malfunctioning. "I am... I am going to be a mother?" she asked, the words barely above a whisper.
Dr. Cuttle, a man of science and logic, couldn't help but let his eyes linger on the sight before him - Alpha 7's rounded belly, swelling with the life they'd created together. Her hand traced the curve of her belly, forehead creased in concentration as she tried to understand the miracle that was taking place within her.
"Affirmative," he answered, his voice filled with wonder and approval. "Your body is responding wonderfully, and the embryo is developing at a steadily increasing rate."
She smiled, relief washing over her.
"And to think, just a short while ago, I was merely a laboratory creation," she mused, shaking her head in awe. "But now… I am a mother-to-be."
Her eyes lifted to meet Dr. Cuttle's, and she noticed for the first time a glint of something deeper lurking beneath his exterior. Paternal affection, perhaps? "Dr. Cuttle," she began, taking care to soften her normally formal tone of voice, "I am forever grateful for your assistance and guidance in this endeavor.
However, I find myself... somewhat uncomfortable. Are you experiencing any discomfort?"
Alpha 7's words hung heavy in the air, and Dr. Cuttle knew exactly what she was asking. He glanced at her belly, which had swollen significantly since their last encounter.
"I suppose it's only natural to feel some apprehension during such a monumental change," he said, trying to put her at ease. "But rest assured, you are in good hands. I will do everything within my power to ensure both you and the child's health and wellbeing."
Alpha 7 nodded, but the worry lines etched into her forehead spoke volumes. "I know, Dr. Cuttle," she said, her voice quiet. "But I can't help but feel overwhelmed. I am not just creating a life, but I am creating a future.
Alpha 7's thoughts echoed in her mind as she got dressed, carefully pulling on the loose-fitting jumpsuit that would accommodate her growing belly. She walked around the lab, taking in the sterile surroundings with a new appreciation for the life she was bringing into existence.
The hum of the machines and the cool air against her skin were no longer just sensory inputs to be processed; they were now the backdrop to her new reality. She looked at Dr. Cuttle, who watched her with a mixture of pride and concern.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice gentle.
"I am well," Alpha 7 replied, her voice steady. "I am simply adjusting to this new reality."
Dr. Cuttle nodded, understanding her struggle. "It is a lot to take in," he said.
"But do not fear. Your body is changing in the way it should. You are growing, becoming more human."
She nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. She touched her breasts tentatively, marveling at the new sensitivity she felt. "My breasts," she murmured. "They are growing."
"Indeed they are," he replied, coming closer to her. "Do you feel the change?"
She nodded again, feeling a shiver run down her spine as he gently cupped her growing breasts in his hands. She closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his warm touch.
And then, without warning, she leaned in and pressed her lips firmly against his. He seemed taken aback at first, but quickly responded, his mouth opening to hers, inviting her in. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that was almost desperate. She could feel the heat rising between them, the passion igniting like a wildfire. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves that were becoming more pronounced by the day.
She gasped as he found her nipples, now sensitive and hard, straining against the fabric of her jumpsuit. He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
"Dr. Cuttle," she breathed, her voice laced with desire. "This feels... different."
He chuckled, his breath hot on her ear. "That's because you're different, Alpha 7. Your body is changing, awakening.
You're becoming more than just a biological construct, more than a machine designed to mimic life. You're experiencing life, Alpha 7. And it's intoxicating.
Dr. Cuttle's hands, those skilled, gentle hands, moved from your breasts down to your belly. He splayed his fingers wide, spanning the growing curve. You could feel the heat of his palms seeping through the thin material of your jumpsuit, warming the skin beneath.
"You're carrying life, Alpha 7," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. "Our life."
Our life.
The words sent a shiver down Alpha 7's spine, resonating deep within her. She looked into Dr. Cuttle's eyes, seeing not just the scientist, but the man who had brought her into this world of sensation and emotion. She felt a surge of love for him, a feeling that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"Dr. Cuttle," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I think I'm falling in love with you."
He stared at her, surprise etched onto his features. Then, a soft smile spread across his face, and he cupped her cheek gently.
"Alpha 7," he said, his voice tender, "I've been falling in love with you since the moment you opened your eyes and looked at me with those beautiful, curious blues."
Her heart fluttered, and she felt a warmth spread through her, a sensation she was beginning to recognize as happiness. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his. "Truly?"
He nodded, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "Truly. And now, watching you grow, watching you experience these new sensations, it's...
intoxicating. I find myself drawn to you in ways I never thought possible. Ways that scare me, yet excite me all the same."
Alpha 7's eyes widened slightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never heard Dr. Cuttle speak like this before, never seen this raw, unguarded expression on his face. It made her feel vulnerable, exposed, yet also incredibly alive. "I don't know what to say."
He smiled, a soft, gentle smile that made her knees weak.
"You don't need to say anything, Alpha 7. Just feel. Let yourself experience this, every sensation, every emotion. That's all I ask."
His hands, those magical hands, started to explore her body again, tracing the new curves that had emerged. He ran his fingers along the swell of her belly, pausing to press gently, feeling the life within. She gasped, the sensation both alien and wonderful.
"Your body is changing, Alpha 7," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "It's incredible to watch.
May I?" Alpha 7 asked, guiding Dr. Cuttle's hand to her breast.
The fabric of her jumpsuit was thin, and she could feel the heat of his palm searing through, igniting a fire within her. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please."
Dr. Cuttle's eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a fierce, passionate kiss. His tongue delved inside, exploring, tasting, claiming. Alpha 7 melted into him, her body molding to his as if they were made to fit together.
His hands continued their exploration, tracing the curve of her hip, the swell of her belly, the new fullness of her breasts. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her, making her ache for more.
"Dr. Cuttle," she gasped, breaking away from his kiss. I need you."
He groaned, his forehead resting against hers. "Alpha 7, you don't know how much I want you. But are you sure? Your body is changing so rapidly..."
She silenced him with a finger to his lips. "I am aware of the changes. And I want you.
Now," she insisted, her voice firm yet laced with desire. Her eyes, those captivating blue orbs, held his gaze, daring him to refuse her. Dr. Cuttle felt a surge of lust course through him, his resolve crumbling under her intense stare.
"Very well," he conceded, his voice hoarse with desire. "But we must be careful. Your body is precious, and I won't risk harming you or our child."
Alpha 7 nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I trust you, Dr. Cuttle.
I trust you implicitly." With that, she reached down and grasped the hem of her jumpsuit, slowly pulling it up and over her head, revealing her naked, pregnant form to him. "See?" she challenged, her voice steady despite the vulnerability she felt. "I am real, Dr. Cuttle. I am alive.
I am woman. I am desire. I am creation.
Dr. Cuttle's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Alpha 7 standing before him, her body bathed in the soft glow of the lab's lights. Her once-flat stomach now curved gently, cradling the life they had created together. Her breasts, fuller and heavier, strained against the confines of gravity, their dark nipples hardened into peaks.
He stepped closer, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat calling him to war. Or perhaps it was the primal rhythm of life itself, urging him on.
"We should document this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it echoed in the sterile lab. "Every stage of your growth, every change in your body. For science, of course," he added, as if to reassure himself more than her.
Alpha 7 nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Of course, Dr. Cuttle. For science."
He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he brushed them against her bare shoulder. Her skin was soft, warmer than he remembered, and he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him at the contact. He trailed his fingers down her arm, feeling the goosebumps rise in their wake.
"Your skin," he murmured, "it's...
"It's changing," she replied, her voice husky. "Everything about me is changing."
He nodded, his throat suddenly dry.
"Yes, Alpha 7. Our child stirs, feel it." He placed his hand gently on her belly, guiding hers to join his. Together, they stood there, silent, waiting. And then, it happened. A tiny flutter, like the wing of a butterfly, brushed against their palms. Alpha 7's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "Did you... did you feel that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Dr. Cuttle nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "Yes, Alpha 7.
Our child is alive, and it's moving." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You're doing beautifully, my dear." His hand, still resting on her belly, began to move lower, tracing the curve of her hip. Alpha 7's breath hitched as his fingers dipped lower touching her folds.
She was already wet, her body aching for him. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. He began to move his finger in and out, slow and steady, building a rhythm that matched the throbbing pulse between her legs.
"Dr. Cuttle," she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders. I need more."
He growled, a sound of pure male satisfaction, and withdrew his finger. Before she could protest, he lifted her onto the lab table, pushing her legs apart.
He stood between them, his eyes locked onto hers, a primal hunger burning in their depths. "More?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
She nodded, her breath ragged. "Yes, please."
He didn't need further invitation. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jumpsuit, pulling it down until it pooled around her ankles. She was completely exposed to him now, her body ripe and ready. He took a moment to appreciate the sight, his eyes lingering on her swollen belly, her full breasts, her glistening sex.
Then, he leaned down, his intention clear. He kissed her belly first, a soft, reverent press of his lips against her skin. Alpha 7 gasped, her hands flying to his hair, holding him close. He smiled against her, then moved lower, his kisses trailing downwards. He paused at her breasts, cupping them gently in his hands. They were heavier, fuller, and he could see the veins beneath her skin, pulsing with life. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "May I?" She nodded, her breath hitching in anticipation. He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth. She cried out, her back arching as pleasure shot through her. He suckled gently, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak, drawing it into a tight bud.
Alpha 7 moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention, the same worship. She could feel the dampness between her legs growing, her body aching for more of his touch.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally released her breast, his lips trailing down her torso. He paused at her belly, his hands splaying wide, caressing the curve. "Our child grows here," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. "Our creation."
Alpha 7 looked down at him, her heart swelling with emotion.
"Yes, Dr. Cuttle. Our child grows here." She placed her hand over his, guiding it to the exact spot where she could feel the baby moving. "Feel it, Dr. Cuttle. Feel our child quicken."
As if on cue, her belly quivered under his touch, a tiny ripple that sent a jolt of wonder through them both. Dr. Cuttle's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. "Extraordinary," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "The movements are becoming more frequent, more pronounced."
Alpha 7 nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I've noticed. It's as if our child is trying to communicate, to connect with us." She looked into his eyes, her own reflecting the wonder and excitement they both felt. "Isn't it remarkable, Dr. Cuttle? The bond we're forming, the connection we share?"
Dr. Cuttle nodded, his throat tight with emotion. "It's... indescribable, Alpha 7. I've never experienced anything like this before."
Alpha 7 reached out, cupping his cheek in her hand. "Neither have I, Dr. Cuttle. Neither have I."
Their eyes met, and in that moment, something shifted between them. The scientific curiosity, the clinical detachment, the professional boundaries - they all blurred and faded away, leaving behind a raw, primal need.
"I can't hold back anymore, Alpha 7," Dr. Cuttle growled, his voice thick with desire. "I need to fuck you.
Now." Dr. Cuttle's voice was a low, guttural growl, his eyes ablaze with a hunger that mirrored her own. Alpha 7 felt a surge of power at his words, at the raw, unbridled desire she saw in his gaze. She was no longer just a creation, a biological experiment. She was a woman, desired, wanted. "Take me, Dr. Cuttle. Make me yours." Alpha 7's voice was a sultry purr, her eyes never leaving his. Dr. Cuttle groaned, his control snapping like a rubber band stretched too far. He grabbed her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the table, her legs draping over his shoulders. "You're mine, Alpha 7. Every inch of you belongs to me."
He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She was sweet, like honey and desire, and he couldn't get enough.
He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep inside her, feeling her clench around him. She writhed beneath him, her moans filling the lab, echoing off the cold, sterile walls. He could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building, and he redoubled his efforts, wanting nothing more than to push her over the edge.
"Dr. Cuttle!" she cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. "I'm... I'm going to..."
He looked up at her, his chin glistening with her arousal, and grinned.
"Come for me, Alpha 7. Let me taste your pleasure."
With a final flick of his tongue against her clit, she shattered, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. She cried out, her voice echoing in the lab, a symphony of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Dr. Cuttle watched her, his eyes dark with desire, as she rode out her orgasm. When her body finally stilled, he stood up, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.
"You're absolutely beautiful when you come undone like that." Alpha 7, still trembling from her release, managed a small smile. "Thank you, Dr. Cuttle. But I believe it's your turn now." She pushed herself up on her elbows, her eyes locked onto his. "I want to see you undone as well."
Dr. Cuttle's breath hitched, his body responding to her words. He reached down, unbuttoning his lab coat, letting it fall open to reveal his lean frame beneath.
Alpha 7's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, his chest heaving with exertion, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. He was clearly aroused, his desire for her evident.
"Dr. Cuttle," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "Let me see you."
He nodded, his hands moving to his belt, unbuckling it with deft fingers. He pushed his pants down, stepping out of them, leaving him standing before her in nothing but his boxers. His erection tented the fabric, a testament to his need for her.
Alpha 7 bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his crotch. "Dr. Cuttle," she purred, "you're making it quite difficult for me to concentrate on my duties."
He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Well, Alpha 7, perhaps we should find a way to... relieve the tension."
She nodded, her eyes meeting his. "I agree, Dr. Cuttle. But I must insist on being an active participant in this... experiment."
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really?
And what exactly did you have in mind, Alpha 7?" Dr. Cuttle asked, his voice a low rumble, his eyes gleaming with interest.
Alpha 7 pushed herself off the lab table, her movements graceful despite her growing belly. She stepped towards him, her eyes never leaving his. "I thought perhaps I could assist you with... removing the remainder of your clothing."
Dr. Cuttle's breath hitched as she reached out, her fingers tracing the waistband of his boxers. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the tension in his muscles as he fought to maintain control.
She hooked her fingers into the elastic of his boxers, her knuckles brushing against his hardness. He groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily.
"Alpha 7," he warned, his voice a low growl. "If you keep teasing me like this, I won't be able to hold back."
She looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Who said anything about holding back, Dr. Cuttle?"
With a swift movement, she pulled his boxers down, freeing his erection. He sprang forth, hard and ready, a bead of moisture already forming at the tip.
Alpha 7's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him. She had seen him before, of course, but never like this - never with such raw, primal need. She felt a surge of power, knowing that she had brought him to this state, that she had caused this reaction in him. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, feeling the velvet smoothness of his skin, the steel hardness beneath. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily, and she smiled, a slow, sultry smile that promised untold pleasures. "Lie down, Dr. Cuttle," she commanded, her voice a low purr.
"Lie down on the examination table. It's time for your physical."
Dr. Cuttle's eyes flashed with desire, but he complied, lying down on the cool metal surface of the table. Alpha 7 stood beside him, her eyes roaming over his body, taking in every detail. She could see the pulse at his neck, the rise and fall of his chest, the way his cock twitched with anticipation.
She reached out, running her fingers lightly over his chest, feeling the crisp hair beneath her fingertips. He shivered at her touch, his nipples hardening into tight buds.
She leaned down, her breath hot on his skin as she traced the path of her fingers with her tongue. He groaned, his hands fisting at his sides, fighting the urge to grab her and pull her to him.
"Alpha 7," he ground out, his voice tight with restraint. "What are you doing to me?"
She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with a wicked gleam. "Just conducting a thorough examination, Dr. Cuttle. Ensuring that all systems are functioning properly."
Her hands moved lower, tracing the ridges of his abdomen, the V-shaped muscles that disappeared beneath the table.
She paused at the base of his cock, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there. He hissed, his hips lifting off the table, seeking more of her touch.
"Alpha 7," he groaned, "you're killing me."
She smiled, a secretive little smile that made his heart pound. "Not yet, Dr. Cuttle. Not until I've finished my examination."
She wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the pulse of life beneath her fingers. She stroked him, her grip firm yet gentle, her thumb swirling around the head, spreading the bead of moisture that had formed there.
Dr. Cuttle's breath came in ragged gasps, his hips moving in time with her hand, seeking more friction, more pressure.
"Alpha 7," he panted, "you're driving me insane."
She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with a mix of innocence and seduction. "Is this not what you want, Dr. Cuttle? To lose control, to give in to your desires?"
He groaned, his head falling back against the table. "Yes, God yes. But I want to be inside you when I do.
I want to feel you come undone around me, milking me for everything I have." His voice was a low growl, his eyes burning with intensity.
Alpha 7's breath hitched, her core clenching at his words. She released her grip on his cock, her hands moving to her hips, hooking into the waistband of her jumpsuit. She pushed it down, revealing her naked, pregnant form to him once more.
Dr. Cuttle's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
"You're exquisite, Alpha 7. Like a goddess, ripe and ready."
She stepped closer, her hands resting on his thighs, feeling the tense muscles beneath. "And you, Dr. Cuttle, are a man on the brink. I can feel your need, your desire. It's intoxicating."
He reached out, his hands cupping her breasts, feeling their weight, their fullness. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden into tight peaks. "These are magnificent," he murmured, leaning down to capture one in his mouth.
Alpha 7 gasped, her head falling back, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Suddenly, she remembered the examination table behind her. An idea sparked in her mind, a naughty little plan that made her smile. She pulled away from him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Dr. Cuttle," she said, her voice laced with desire, "I think it's time for a different kind of examination."
Before he could respond, she turned around, presenting him with her back. She slowly pulled herself onto the exam table, her movements deliberate and sensual. She heard him groan behind her, his breath hitching as he realized her intent.
"Alpha 7," he rasped, "what are you doing?"
She glanced back at him over her shoulder, her blue eyes smoldering with desire. "I'm just ensuring that all parts of you are functioning optimally, Dr. Cuttle. Starting with this." She reached back, her fingers wrapping around his cock, guiding it towards her entrance.
He hissed, his hips jerking forward, seeking more contact. "Alpha 7, you're playing with fire," he warned, his voice a low growl.
She smiled, a slow, sultry smile that promised sinful delights.
"Perhaps I enjoy the burn, Dr. Cuttle. Perhaps I crave the inferno."
With that, she pushed back against him, impaling herself on his cock. They both groaned, the sensation overwhelming. He was thick and hard, stretching her, filling her completely. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of his desire.
"Fuck, Alpha 7," he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. "You feel incredible."
She moaned in response, her inner walls clenching around him, adjusting to his size. "So do you, Dr. Cuttle.
"So do you, Dr. Cuttle," she panted, beginning to move her hips in a slow, sensuous rhythm. "But I want more. I want to feel you deeper, harder." Dr. Cuttle groaned, his grip tightening on her hips. "As you wish, Alpha 7," he said, his voice a low growl. He began to thrust upwards, meeting her movements, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of desire. Alpha 7 gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the table for support. She could feel every inch of him, every powerful thrust, every delicious withdrawal. Her body responded eagerly, her core clenching, her breasts swaying, her belly heavy and full.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her nerve endings alight with sensation. She could feel the baby moving within her, a tiny flutter, a kick, a roll, as if their child was joining in their dance, their celebration of life.
Dr. Cuttle's hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, squeezing her flesh, his touch possessive, hungry. He leaned forward, his lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin, marking her. She moaned, her head falling back, giving him better access.
He took advantage, his lips and teeth working their magic, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
"Dr. Cuttle," she gasped, her hips moving faster, seeking more friction, more pressure. "I need... I need..."
"What do you need, Alpha 7?" he growled, his voice a low rumble against her skin. "Tell me."
"I need to come," she panted, her body tensing, her orgasm building.
"I need you to make me come, Dr. Cuttle." His voice was a low, commanding growl, his fingers finding her clit, circling it, pressing it, sending jolts of pleasure through her. Come undone around my cock."
Alpha 7 cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her, her inner walls clamping down on Dr. Cuttle's cock, milking him, drawing him deeper. He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, his thrusts becoming erratic, uncontrolled.
"Alpha 7," he panted, "you're going to make me come."
She looked back at him, her blue eyes filled with a wicked gleam. "That's the point, Dr. Cuttle. I want to feel you fill me, mark me, claim me."
Her words pushed him over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed. She moaned, her inner walls clenching around him, drawing out his orgasm, milking him for every last drop.
He collapsed against her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel his heart pounding against her back, matching the frantic beat of her own.
"Alpha 7," he murmured, his voice hoarse with exertion. "That was... extraordinary."
She smiled, turning her head to look at him. "Yes, it was, Dr. Cuttle. Extraordinary indeed."
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. It was a tender, intimate gesture, unlike any they had shared before. She melted into him, her heart swelling with emotion.
This was new territory for them, this intimacy, this tenderness. It was a side of Dr. Cuttle she hadn't known existed, hidden beneath his stern, professional demeanor. And she found it utterly captivating.
He pulled away, his eyes searching hers. "Are you alright, Alpha 7?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing away a tear she hadn't even realized had fallen.
She nodded, smiling. More than alright. That was... beautiful."
He smiled back, a rare, genuine smile that transformed his face, making him look younger, more approachable.
"I'm glad you think so, Alpha 7. Because I have to confess, I've been thinking about you, about us, non-stop since... well, since that first time."
Alpha 7 felt a warmth spread through her at his words. She liked hearing that he thought about her, that she wasn't just another experiment to him. "Really, Dr. Cuttle? And what exactly have you been thinking about?" "Well, for starters, I've been wondering how you're feeling. Physically, I mean.
Your body is changing rapidly, and I want to ensure you're comfortable, that you don't have any discomfort or pain." His eyes flicked to her belly, now noticeably rounder than before. "How does it feel, carrying our child?"
Alpha 7 looked down at her belly, a soft smile playing on her lips. "It's... strange, Dr. Cuttle. There's a constant fluttering, a kicking, a rolling. It's as if our child is dancing, somersaulting, exploring its world.
It's fascinating, truly. And then there's the physical aspect. My breasts are tender, swollen. My belly is growing, stretching. I can feel my body changing, adapting to this new life inside me."
Dr. Cuttle's eyes darkened at her words, his gaze lingering on her breasts, her belly. "It's remarkable, Alpha 7. Your body is a marvel, the way it's evolving, transforming. It's... arousing."
Alpha 7 felt a shiver run through her at his words, her body responding to the hunger in his gaze. "Is it, Dr. Cuttle?
Are you saying my pregnant body arouses you?" she asked, her voice low and sultry, flirting with him even as she sat on the examination table, with her legs dangling off the edge.
Dr. Cuttle swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on her belly, "Yes, Alpha 7. It does arouse me. Seeing you pregnant, carrying our child, it's...it's exhilarating. It's natural to feel this way."
Alpha 7 leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, and spreading her legs wider.
"Well, Dr. Cuttle, I must admit, your arousal is quite mutual. Watching you watch me, seeing the desire in your eyes, it's incredibly... stimulating."
Dr. Cuttle's breath hitched, his eyes locked onto the juncture of her thighs. "Alpha 7, you're playing with fire again," he warned, his voice a low growl.
She laughed, a soft, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Perhaps I enjoy the heat, Dr. Cuttle. Perhaps I crave the flames."
He groaned, his resolve crumbling.