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"Don't look at it!"

Pudding pressed her nightgown further against her lap, trying to hide the swell of her cock beneath it. It was so *ugly*, so unladylike, and the thin material of her wedding night lingerie did little to hide how aroused she was. This was disgusting, she was so impossibly hard and god, the tip was wet through the sheer cloth. She could fucking see it, Sanji's scent was up, and it was his fault, he was doing this to her. How *dare* he! How could he have said something so terrible, so lewd?

"It's perfect though, darling! I'm sure it's the most beautiful in the world, please don't hide yourself from me."

He said that he *wanted* it, *inside of him*. That he was excited about this, that their wedding night should include him being knotted by her for the first time, without condoms or birth control because he *liked this*. He liked the idea of maybe conceiving on their wedding night, and he liked the idea of being knotted by her, and this was so *weird*. He was a perfectly attractive man, who wanted to be her husband and have her baby. And that was too much for her frazzled brain to handle.

Nothing in any of her classes or lessons had prepared her for this. And she leaned over, suddenly glaring. Maybe this was a joke, or he was trying to appease her. "What kind of a freak wants his wife's dick in her? You're sick if you want to be knotted by me!" There, that was better, strong and empowered and violent and in control and -fuck him. Fuck him so hard, how dare he. How dare he make her feel this way. How dare he love her so well.

Sanji was just leaning over, smiling sweetly, already undressed and exposed for her, and *happy*. He wanted her, oh god he was so pretty, and what was she supposed to do now? She didn't want him to see it, Mama had not been pleased when she'd presented as an alpha, and Pudding had spent years in denial of even having sexual feelings at all. But when Sanji reached for her so sweetly, kissed her on the side of the face, her cock *twitched*.

"Dearest, my darling Pudding, *please*. Who wouldn't want to be knotted by such a beautiful woman? Who wouldn't want to have such a perfect knot inside of them? Let me see you, I want to see if my fantasies about tonight were even close."

The sound that came out of her mouth was little more than a strained squeak, and the color rushed up to the face again. And she forced her hands away from her skirt, looking away from him because she didn't want to see his face or what he was going to do. And she found herself a painting to stare at for a bit, to try to think about art of random flowers in a generic field instead of Sanji looking and *touching*, she knew he'd touch.

And then the sound came again, ripping from her mouth but louder and even more frantic. Sanji had *kissed it*, his mouth was right on her knot, pressing worshiping little kisses against it like it was something *wonderful*. Something desirable. And she vaguely heard Sanji asking for permission to do something, and all she could make herself do was nod. And nod again, until he made a sound in return that acknowledged that he knew she'd given consent.

Why did he have to smell that good? Stupid slicked up, pretty omega. Stupid, slicked up pretty omega that was putting his mouth on her cock, oh god he was going to suck her off, and she covered her face with her hands and just tried to breathe as he moved. Gentle motions, melting sweetness and love reflecting in his motions, there was nothing but adoration in this. She peeked through her fingers, and it was *worse*, her Sanji on all fours, sucking her stupid alpha cock, another hand behind him doing *something*, but she had an idea and she was sure she was going to *die*.