Micromanage me
In the beginning of Severus’s sixth and last month of pregnancy, Harry started bringing his submissive to his classes again and set him up a space in his office with a comfortable recliner, some books, healthy snacks, and severe restrictions on his magic so he wouldn’t exhaust himself. The baby was using a lot of his energy and although it was too dangerous for Harry to have Severus in eyesight at all times (Heaven forbid he lost concentration for a minute and dropped his shields), he wanted Severus to be close by just in case. Harry put several monitoring charms on Severus, with the help of Madame Pomfrey, who started taking care of Severus’s checkups around the third month of his pregnancy. She had assured him that the magic was not harmful to the baby, but it was better if an experienced health professional cast the spells.
Harry was pretty much running himself ragged, between teaching his classes and monitoring Severus twenty four hours daily. Early on in the pregnancy, Harry had taken over kitchen duties, not wanting Severus to over-exert himself. Severus tried offering his help to his Master, but received the usual response.
“What do you have to worry about, pet?”
“Whatever you tell me to concern myself with, Master,” replied Severus faithfully.
“Did I tell you to concern yourself with cooking?”
“No, Master.”
“What did I tell you about cooking?”
“That it was no longer my responsibility, Master, and that you did not want me hurting myself in the kitchen.”
“So what am I going to repeat to you now?”
Severus blushed, but his Master waited.
“That I needn’t worry my pretty little head about it, Master.”
“Perfect,” responded Harry, continuing his chopping. “Tell me about that book I gave you. Why don’t you read a chapter to me?”
Severus opened the vapid, romantic novel his Master had given him, and started to read aloud.
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About halfway through Severus’s pregnancy, around the third month, Harry had finally given up cooking three meals a day and had instead asked one of the Hogwarts house elves to prepare a meal plan with him that was healthy and nutritious for his pregnant submissive. Dopsy had worked as a wet nurse for a bloodline family and was only too happy to be making sure the little one was growing healthy and strong. She prepared six small meals a day for Severus, explaining that it would help with his nausea to eat small amounts frequently. Harry was so happy that it worked that he ended up taking Dopsy shopping with his submissive to purchase items that might ease Severus’s discomfort as he grew bigger. He had always been a thin man, and four months in, Severus was all belly. It jutted out so far, Harry suspected they might be having twins.
Dopsy also helped them purchase support bras for Severus’s growing breasts, and nursing bras for after the birth. Twice daily massages of Severus’s breasts had made them grow plump, and Harry loved playing with them. His submissive was so deliciously embarrassed about his changing figure, and Dopsy had been a huge help, picking out foods high in estrogen to help Severus’s body fill out in a more womanly way.
Harry took great joy in dressing his submissive every morning. He would approach from behind and grasp a breast in each hand, squeezing and rubbing each breast firmly, making Severus gasp in pleasure. His pet loved being manhandled. He took some time to focus just on his nipples, twisting and pinching them with two fingers until they hardened, standing at attention for their Master. As was his custom, before covering each body part, Harry kissed the area about to be covered. He took extra care with Severus’s breasts, kissing and sucking on them, littering them with small, painless red marks, and scraping his teeth over his submissive’s nipples, making them overly sensitive before getting ready to cover them with fabric. Harry fastened Severus’s bra from behind, and then played with his breasts a little more before raising the cupped fabric over each breast. Before raising the straps over his submissive’s shoulders, he paused to breathe a hot puff of air onto the back of Severus’s neck, just under his ear.
“I should leave them just like this, hanging low for everyone to see that your body is ripe for our child to be born.”
Severus shivered. His Master could and would do as he pleased. There was no point in vocalizing his opinion. His Master was all too aware of how aroused he was.
Eventually, Harry did pull the straps up over Severus’s shoulders, and spent a few more minutes massaging his submissive’s breasts, loving how large and mushy they were. The half hour of teasing left Severus hard as a rock, his little cock plump and full.
Harry took great care in the next part of their morning ritual, sensually sliding silky smooth panties up his submissive’s legs and over his newly widened hips, then kissed the head of Severus’s cock before lovingly stuffing it into the front pouch of his panties. The fabric locked into a cup around his pet’s cock, trapping it in a tiny area, making it push the fabric outward to form a lovely, rounded bulge. As he put each of Severus’s legs into a trouser leg, and slid the fabric up over his submissive’s ass, the charmed fabric doubled the effect of the panties, lifting his bulge even further away from his body, making it jut out obscenely, and working similar magic on his bubble butt. By the time Harry finished dressing Severus in a paper thin blouse that showed off his beautifully large breasts, Severus was a picture of debauchery, a being crafted for sexual pleasure. And he was all Harry’s.
“Look at yourself in the mirror, my love.”
Severus glanced at the mirror and the first thing he noticed was a beautiful woman staring back at him. Rosy cheeks with pale skin and hair black as night, framing her lovely face and trailing down to her beautifully large breasts, encased in a thin white top. His Master always dressed him in clothing that would permit easy access to his submissive’s body. He would have it no other way. Severus was his to own.
Severus let his eyes travel down further to see his beautiful package, sticking out from his body, on display for his Master. There was no mistaking. This was not a woman, but a male submissive, glowingly perfect for all to see. He was this beautiful. The baby growing inside him made him this way, and he was so fortunate that his Master loved every inch of him.
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Throughout the pregnancy, Severus was insatiable in bed but he also tired very easily, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to get Harry all riled up by playing with him and then to fall asleep at the slightest bit of energy expenditure. Severus had years of experience falling asleep aroused so it didn’t even bother him that he didn’t get to come before he knocked out for the night. Harry had gotten pretty frustrated the first few times Severus had fallen asleep while he was fucking him, but Severus, who felt absolutely horrible that he failed in pleasuring his Master, just asked in quiet voice why his Master didn’t simply finish while Severus was asleep. After all, Severus’s body belonged to his Master. There was no reason his Master couldn’t find pleasure just because Severus wasn’t awake. It made Severus happy to please Harry, so that was what they did.
Most nights, Harry took Severus from behind so that he could grasp his pet’s breasts while he fucked into him, but some nights when even Harry was too tired to fuck Severus, they both went straight to sleep. The problem was that the next morning, Severus’s dominant often woke up frustrated and agitated. Severus’s scent while pregnant increased Harry’s stamina so that he could satisfy his submissive’s cravings. The downside was that Harry, who was younger and not with child, had a lot more energy than Severus did. So on those mornings when Harry had not fucked Severus the night before, Severus, who naturally woke up far earlier than his Master, simply shimmied down the bed a little and took his Master’s cock in his mouth. It wasn’t the perfect position for a proper blow job, because Severus couldn't lie on his stomach, but he was happy to suckle on his Master for a few hours while he lazily drifted in and out of sleep. Severus usually woke up a few hours later to his Master chasing his release in his mouth. It sated Severus’s cravings and left his Master peppy and ready to start the new day. It pleased Severus to please Harry, and it pleased Harry to be served. Harry was also extremely happy that his submissive found pleasure in his service, so the arrangement worked well for both of them.
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“Baby, focus on me now. Focus on me. You’re so good for me. I need you to take this pain for me. You can do it, right, love? You can take all this pain for me. Just breathe. In…. and out…. In…. and out. Keep that beat now, love. Focus entirely on me. You’re doing so well.”
Harry kissed Severus gently on the forehead. Putting his submissive into subspace during labor was difficult, but proving extremely beneficial. Severus was calmer than he expected, and focused entirely on his Master. As he should be.
Harry had woken up in the middle of the night to whimpers of pain from his submissive, who was tossing and turning in his sleep. Harry had suspected it was a nightmare so he used their mental link to send waves of calm to his submissive. That’s when he noticed the puddle of liquid spreading around his submissive’s groin. He lifted the sheets and then Severus’s nightgown to take a glance. Yup. His submissive had a vagina. He was definitely about to give birth.
Before they had gone to sleep, Harry had been in the middle of massaging Severus’s breasts as usual, when a thin stream of translucent liquid squirted out of his left breast. Harry had alerted Madame Pomfrey and then gone to bed.
Now, as Severus went into labour, Harry sent a quick patronus to Madame Pomfrey, and that’s when he let his concern sink in. Severus was normally a very light sleeper; he should have been up by now. The baby was really draining his energy and his magic, with all the changes his body had to go through to accommodate it. Harry put a hand on his submissive’s back and pushed a pulse of magical energy into his submissive. Severus opened his eyes.
“Master-” he gasped. “I’m wet. I’m wet, Master, I’m wet.”
Severus’s breathing increased in frequency. He was working himself into a panic, so Harry responded as he always did. He put a hand on the back of his submissive’s neck and squeezed firmly.
“Calm down. We’re going to get you to sit up, and by then Madame Pomfrey should be here to help deliver the baby. But it’s very important you stay calm. Can you do that for me?”
Severus nodded a tiny nod.
“You were made for this, my love. Made to carry my babies. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? To be a mummy?”
Severus blushed, his eyes starting to glaze over. It was silly to think his Master hadn’t known; his Master knew everything.
“This is what you were made for, my love. Made to serve. And I was made to take care of you. That’s exactly what’s going to happen now. I’m going to take care of you, and all you have to do, all you ever have to do, is obey me. Now, let’s get you up and seated.”
Harry got his hand under his submissive and managed to get his back against the headboard. He heard a knock at the door and let Madame Pomfrey in with a wave of his hand. He had keyed her into his wards weeks ago, in anticipation of this day.
“Lift your legs, love. Yes, just like that, knees up. We’re in here, Madame Pomfrey,” called Harry.
Madame Pomfrey stepped through to their bedroom, casting spells checking Severus’s vitals, the baby’s position, the size of Severus’s opening, and simultaneously adjusting the temperature of the room and changing the bedspread to sterile, white, disposable sheets. She was a force of nature.
Half hour later, Severus pushed through the pain, and out came a tiny flailing bundle of unhappiness. Poppy picked her up to clean her and passed her to Harry, quickly cleaning Severus, and quietly exiting the room. She was amazed that Harry’s dominance had not challenged her presence so far, but his concern for his submissive outweighed everything else. Still, she didn’t want to push her luck. Her job here was done. She would call in an hour or so to check in and leave them with instructions for Severus and the baby.
The baby continued to cry as Harry carried her over to where Severus lay, still on the bed. He gently passed her to Severus, feeling like he already needed a third arm to make sure she didn’t fall. As soon as she was safe in her mother’s arms, Harry cast a cushioning spell that spread out over the entire apartment, covering all hard surfaces and sharp edges. He didn’t think he’d ever felt this protective over a single person before.
Severus, meanwhile, was wrapped up entirely in the eyes of the being that he and his Master had produced. Hair as black as night sat atop a pale face, with shocking green eyes staring at him. Her cries had stopped as soon as she was passed into Severus’s arms, instinctively recognizing the magic that nurtured her from conception. Harry’s magic was solid and familiar, but this was her mother.
“What are we going to call her, darling?” asked Harry.
Severus revealed a breast and helped the babe latch on while he pondered his Master’s question.
“Hecate,” he answered. “Catie for short. Goddess of magic, guarding the crossroads of light and dark, dominance and submission, Gryffindor and Slytherin. A true product of us both.”
“That’s a beautiful name, my love, for a beautiful little girl. Hecate.”