Okay hear me out: an orgasmic birth where I stop the head with my palm JUST before a full crown, tease you through a few contractions with fruitless pushing, then when you do finally cum, I let go of the head so it painfully gushes out right at the climax.
- a very sleep deprived Sol ✨
Wren's plea is desperate, voice cracked and throat raw after the exertion of over a day and a half of labor and nearly an hour of pushing. They exhale a pattern of short little "ah-ah-ah" pants as their current contractions comes to an end and tapers off, leaving nothing behind but an overwhelming stinging pain low in their pelvis as the head grinds through the tight ring of their cervix. "It's... mm, it's too much."
"Too much? Really?" In the dim candlelight that bathes their bedroom in flickering shadows, their partner, Ramsey, grins, gleaming sharp and hungry. His hand remains between their thighs to cup the bulge of their cunt, marveling as the mass of the head (the overdue head, he thinks—Wren was what, 43 weeks, now? what must it weigh- 14 pounds? 15?) distorts the appearance of their sex and causes a significant protrusion of their vulva and perineum. "Are you sure about that? It seems like you could use a little help down here."
"Yes," Wren gasps, thrashing their head to the side as they gather their strength to push again. The heavy weight in their birth canal is almost too much to bear—they're too deep in it to find the pleasure, and the primal, driving urge to push is too strong to fight. "Just... need it out." Their hands clutches at the pillow behind their head, letting their knees fall as wide open as possible to encourage the descent of the head. "Oooooh," they groan, gritting their teeth as they bear down. "O-Oh! I- nnngh-I feeeel it."
"I feel it too, my love," Ramsey coos. What was prrviously nothing more than a small bulge had grown into a gaping "O" between Wren's legs, and a small sliver of the head had appeared between their slowly parting lips. Wisps of wet, dark hair peek through Wren's slit as they gather their breath and push again, and Ramsey can feel them press against his palm. "But I'm sorry, my little bird. You're simply not ready." He sighs, as if put out. "You're so tight down here. So tense."
Ramsey applies more pressure to the exposed sliver of the head, drawing a sharp snarl of anger and frustration from Wren. "Now, now," he tuts. "None of that. I'm trying to help you."
"You're pushing it back in!" they wail, bucking their hips against his hand. "Pleeeeease let it out, Ram. It burns so bad."
"You want it out?" Wren nods, frantic. "You want it to stop burning?" Wren nods again, whining as their feet slide against the silk sheets underneath them, desperate to get into a better position to deliver their child. "Most importantly, you want to be my good little toy, don't you? You want to give yourself over to me, right? Want me in control? I'm why you're so overdue. I'm why you're so full. I'm why you're so fucking desperate, panting and whimpering like a dog in heat, just so fucking eager to give birth so I can fill you up again. Is that what you'd like, sweetheart?"
A wave of arousal rushes over Wren, leaving them flushed and wide eyed, clit pulsing under Ramsey's eager touch. They stare at him for a moment—they take in the stern set of his jaw, the prominent lust in his eyes, the tip of his hard cock leaking precum against his thigh, the veins in his hand that flex as he pushes against the blossoming head and Wren's burning folds and—oh. There it is. Bleeding into all that pain and all that pressure is a heavy sensation of fullness. Desirable fullness. "Yes," they admit in a small voice. Wren's cunt flutters around the huge mass, and Ramsey groans in approval as he feels their sex begin to lubricate.
"Thaaaats it, baby. Oh, that's good. You're getting so wet for me, aren't you?"
"Yes... yes, sir." Wren struggles to sit up a bit more, and the shift in position causes the head to grind against a place inside of them that makes their ears ring and their vision go white. "Oooooh. Mmmmm." They begin to massage the underside of their belly as Ram works between their legs, letting the baby slip out to as far as their brow ("they're posterior, sweetheart- no, no, you can absolutely do it, don't start with that- you're going to keep pushing and believe me, you'll know when to stop") before he pushes it back in, never letting up on circling his thumb over their clit.
"Fuck," Wren grunts, thighs shaking. "I-I think I'm... oooh, god, iwannacumletmecum!"
Their body has gone taut as a bowstring, one hand gripped around the headboard as the other grabs their knee to pull it towards their chest, wild dark hair falling over their shoulder as they throw their head back and strain, shrieking with effort. "Need it... outtttt. Nnnngh, its crowning! Its so big, its gonna tear me apart." Ramsey had been right—they really are no better than an animal, sobbing and howling and screaming as they writhe and fight and struggle against the sting of their vaginal lips giving way to a massive head with a crown alone that's at least an inch across. But oh, the way that he looks at them for it. "Pleaseeee, Ram. Please, I can't hold it. Oh, shit, oh, oooooh. I'm gonna cum it out. It's right there!"
"I could listen to you beg for hours, baby," Ramsey groans. "Just leave you stretched like this, my baby spreading open that tight slit of yours. Let you cum over and over while I push it back up inside your hole. Get you so soaking wet that you'll start to think you'll be able to push out the shoulders with no problem- but you can feel how big they are, can't you, little bird? You know that's not true."
"They're huge," Wren sobs. "I-I'm so full of them. But Ram, Ram, I need to cum. Please. You can do whatever you want to me after. You'll probably need to, you- hoooo, y-you know best! But I ha-aaaave to push."
Wren falls back into panting: 'ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh-aggggrh.' They've bitten their lip so hard they've drawn blood but to their credit, other than an occasional little grunt, they don't push. So good, his Wren, Ramsey muses. Their eyes stay locked on Ram, who beams with pride as he toys with the idea of moving his hand.
He lifts it just a little, and Wren inhales sharply as the head surges forward, peeking out just past the crown. Arousal and amniotic fluid are trickling down their thighs, which quiver violently as they wait for permission to push. To give birth.
"You certainly have asked so nicely, my love. And the assurance that I can do what I want... well, that is persuasive." Splotches of red have blossomed across Wren's breast as they continue to pant through each contraction (ah-ah-ah-hnnnnnng- aH!- ah- ha), desperately fighting against something they can no longer control. The head slides out past its brow and the bridge of the nose bumps against the underside of Wren's clit. They whimper so deliciously in response, and the sound goes right to Ramsey's cock. "Poor pet. That must make things difficult, hm? You're so wet. So swollen. So eager for me." Ramsay leans back on his heels to survey the situation and then finally lifts his hand away for good. "Go ahead, baby. Push for me, harder now- harder than tha-."
Wren cuts him off with a wild scream, arching their back and lifting their knee nearly to their chin as they bear down. "Coming!" they shriek. "Pushing it outttt- holy fuck!" Their cries choke off into a primal moan, and their body shakes with the pleasurable release of their orgasm as the head pops free from the tight confines of their cunt, sliding out in a gush of fluid that puddles underneath them. "Oh...." they murmur deliriously, reaching down with a trembling hand to slide their fingertips over the scrunched features of their infant. "I did it."
"You made a start, pet," Ramsey corrects. "But we still have some work to do, don't we? Those shoulders aren't going to birth themselves. Now, lean back for me- let me see. I think I need a better view for the second half of the show."
