“Paranormal Mpreg Romance Novels Omegaverse M”

Everything in Harry’s life is pretty terrible, all things considered. His ex-wife won’t stop sleeping around, the government is broken, and his life is an endless cycle of crippling self-hatred and bitter sarcasm. So when Draco Malfoy comes sauntering back into it, sharp as a tack and twice as fit as he has any right to be, the only comfort Harry can find is that he can’t possibly make it any worse. You know, probably.
Mmmmmm maybe? Possibly. Probably non-graphic, if so. Him giving birth to the kids are definitely big plot points that are already planned out in my head, but we’ll see if I ever get around to doing it visually ^ ^;
Serione rang up the cash machine as the customer before him made his order. He noticed the customer couldn’t help stealing glances at his protruding belly, but he didn’t let it bother him. He was used to stares and glances by now anyways.
Knowing he wanted it out quickly, Adam beared down yet again pushing, “Aaahhh…gawd…..oooohhh…..unnnhhhh….!!!” Adam pushed and groaned feeling the egg getting almost half way out before he had to stop to catch his breathe.
I’m most interested in stories that explore compelling, thought-provoking implications of such a six-gendered world. I’m not opposed to reading smut, but smut for its own sake isn’t particularly interesting to me.
”What are you doing in there??” He asks,hissing when the pain grows worse. He clutches his stomach and leans against the wall until finally,The pain subsides. He slowly and cautiously straightens himself up and makes his way out of his bedroom and down the hall,Into the dining room where equally pregnant  Sebastian has tea prepared and is waiting for Ciel.
Another interesting fact is that, at it’s core, Slow Heat is a May/December romance. Vale is an omega in his mid-thirties while Jason is a 19 year-old alpha. I love when authors go against the stereotypes. In fact, there are quite a few examples of it in the book. Not only is Vale older but he is also a professor while Jason is just a student. This to me is a prime example of how and where roles come to play in their relationship. Another pair who do not fit the typical mold is Jason’s parents. There is something special about an alpha male that cooks.
Misconceptions[8] by Diana Williams — early, long (60 parts) Highlander AU with Methos becoming pregnant. As Immortals are normally incapable of bearing children, a lot of stories in the fandom tried to figure out ways to give the Immortals children. Sometimes a threesome was required, sometimes the Immortal had to be over several thousand years old, and sometimes…well, things happened. (Started sometime in 2001.)
“I told you to call me Mach…” Machete mumbled, hugging his knees. He didn’t like his name, always being forced to remember that his claws were like an Alpha’s, and longer and sharper than most of theirs, like what he was named after. He was at the reserve for that reason, no one wanting to breed him with anyone in fear his hatchlings would be more Carriers with the unwanted claws like his first three clutches. His teeth were long and sharp as well, another unwante
“Ok. Then I need to get some dry sheets and some towels.” He said, getting up to help Jarris to his feet, so he could fix up the bed for Jarris to give birth. While was working on setting up for the delivery of their baby, Jarris waddled into the kitchen, not caring that the curtains were open and their neighbors could see him. He needed to find somewhere that he could lean over to help deal with the pain. The kitchen counter stuck out to him and he leaned over it in pain, rocking his hips back and forth to relieve some of the pressure he was feeling. He could feel the baby turning inside the birth canal and knew that it would be time to push soon.
Dionysus was too focused on trying to get the eggs out to care what Noir’s thoughts were and he bore down over and over, the eggs crowning and slipping inside. His passage was stretched and lubricated with the slimy goo and now the eggs were being pushed out further each time.
             Jim attempted to get down on his hands and knees and mop up the mucus and blood mixture now staining the shower tiles; until he felt the little secret loosely move in him, down lower, like water from flood gates. He jolted against the wall in a sitting position knees bent. Jim knew he couldn’t stay here, his gym class would soon be over and the other boys would soon be coming back in. When the contraction passed, Jim dragged the now saturated towel and placed it in the garbage can under some paper t