This is the best home labor i’ve ever seen.She is extremely hot and beautiful
I just can’t get over this video.
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This is the best home labor i’ve ever seen.She is extremely hot and beautiful
I just can’t get over this video.
Noah's urethral birth
A/N: It's a mpreg birth story with long labor. As mentioned in the title, this is going to be a urethral/penis birth. Refrain from reading if you are not into it or it's too graphic for you. Characters, places, and stories are all imaginary.
word count: 4k+
Story:
In this realm, Kunki has great influence and is highly respected by society because of that. He is a cold and sharp man. He was roaming around the streets alone when he saw a guy being dragged out of the hospital and thrown on the streets by the guards. He was full-term pregnant. He just lowered his head, and sat leaning back in the alley. Kunki approaches him.
“What’s your name?” Kunki’s voice cold.
He noticed Kunki’s presence and stared with his glazed eye, covering his pregnant belly.
“..It’s Noah. Master…please, can you give me some money? I really need some.” He glances towards the hospital.
Kunki observes him up and down, "I'll give you money, if you come with me."
Noah hesitates, glancing nervously between his stern face and his swollen belly. "With all due respect, Master, I... I don't go with strangers." His voice trembles slightly, defensive hands cradling his midsection protectively.
"Are you rejecting me now?" Kunki ask. He’s voice ice cold.
Noah freezes, eyes wide. "No, no! I'm not rejecting you. I just... I don't sell my body, Master. I'm a man. I have pride. Plus," He swallows hard, lowering his voice, "I'm heavily pregnant”
"Who said I want your body? You look ready to pop. I'll deliver your baby, that's it," Kunki says blankly.
Noah stares at him, shock written all over his face. "You... You're serious?" He laughs softly, disbelieving.
"Are you coming with me? Or do you wanna pop in the middle of the street?" Kunki’s voice eerily cold.
Noah closes his eyes briefly, knowing he has no choice. "Fine. Anything's better than giving birth in an alley." He pushes up from his seat with some difficulty. "Lead the way, Master..”
Kunki takes a glance at his belly and starts moving.
Noah follows slowly, waddling slightly. His belly is so distended that it seems like the baby could spill out at any moment. He breathes heavily, hand resting on his lower back. "How far is it?”
"Keep walking.”
Noah follows obediently, but his breath grows more labored with each step. "You know, most people don't offer to help without wanting something in return." He pants slightly, wiping sweat from his brow. "What's your game, Sir?”
"I just want to witness your delivery" Kunki says blankly.
Noah stops abruptly, turning to face him with wide eyes. "You... You just want to watch me give birth? Like some kind of... medical curiosity?" He sounds both offended and confused. His hand instinctively moves to protect his belly. "You are really messed up.”
Kunki gives him a stern look, "How am I supposed to help you give birth if I'm not watching it?”
Noah scoffs, shaking his head as he continues to walk slowly beside him. "Right, because that makes perfect sense. You want a front-row seat to a pregnant man’s most vulnerable moment." His tone drips with sarcasm. "Tell me, does witnessing a birth get you off?”
Kunki ignores him and tells him to get inside. They reach his private space, a secluded place with no one around. There are large walls but no ceiling. They get inside, and Kunki locks the gate.
Noah enters slowly, wincing slightly. The baby presses heavily on his lower back. "Damn, this place is huge." He looks around, eyes widening when he sees the open ceiling. "No walls?"
"It’s my personal space. Nobody knows about it. You are the first guest" Kunki says as he unroll a soft mattress on the floor that one can lie or sit.
Noah watches carefully, his expression thoughtful. "You're not what I expected." He mutters softly. "Most would throw me on the ground and have their way. You... You spread out a mattress like you're preparing a bed.”
"Are you thinking of birthing on the floor then" Kunki says nonchalantly, his voice cold and calm.
Noah glances at the floor, then back to the mattress, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "Guess not." With a groan, he lowers himself onto the mattress, immediately looking more comfortable. "Happy now, Master? The pregnant man is properly situated for your viewing pleasure.”
Kunki looks at his gravid belly. His gaze unreadable, "It looks ready to pop.”
"It is. Too ready, really. The doctors refused to help when they found out I couldn't pay." He strokes his belly absently. "I'm actually surprised I'm still walking. Could go into labor any minute now." His voice shakes slightly, betraying his fear of what's to come.
"Hmm. I can see" Kunki goes to an almirah and rummages for something. "Take off your clothes.”
"W-What?" Noah stutters, eyes widening. "You can't be serious. I'm not going to give birth... Naked." He swallows hard, his heart racing. "Please, just let me keep my clothes on. It's cold.”
Kunki looks at him coldly, "It’s not cold. The sun is very bright in the sky. And you need to be naked to give birth. Be logical."
Noah hesitates, looking up at the bright sky visible through the open ceiling. "Fine," he mutters, his voice barely audible. He starts to undress slowly, wincing with each movement as his belly makes simple tasks more difficult. "Happy now?”
Kunki looks at him, his belly gravid, being full term. He looks at his puffy manhood. "Your type give birth through dick, right?”
"Yes," Noah hisses through gritted teeth as he looks down at his swollen belly hiding his manhood completely. "..It swells during pregnancy to accommodate the baby's head.”
“Hmm..”
Noah raises an eyebrow, his breath hitching slightly as he shifts on the mattress. "Then you know I can't just push it out like a female. It's going to be... messy." He looks down at his belly, his voice softening. "And painful.”
"Brace yourself if you know that much" Kunki says coldly as he starts preparing for other stuffs.
Noah watches him move around, preparing things he can't see from his position on the mattress. "You're really going to make me do this, aren't you? Give birth like an animal in the dirt." He swallows hard.
"This is the cleanest you could ever afford.”
Noah flinches at his cold words, his lower lip trembling slightly. "I suppose you're right," he murmurs, looking down at his naked, vulnerable body. "At least I won't be lying in my own filth when the contractions start." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
"How are you feeling?” Kunki asks as he puts some towels nearby.
"My back hurts. My legs are swollen. And... and I feel pressure down there." Noah shifts uncomfortably, his hands instinctively moving to his belly as if to protect the baby inside. "The doctors said first labors are usually long and painful." His voice cracks slightly on the last word.
"It is.." Kunki starts making fire in a distance, to boil water.
Noah watches as he moves around, his eyes following Kunki’s every action. He shifts again, wincing at a sudden twinge in his belly.
As the fire grows and the water begins to heat, Noah's breathing starts to change. He inhales sharply through his nose, his chest rising and falling rapidly as a contraction hits him. "Aaahh..." He lets out a soft, pained cry, his fingers digging into his belly.
Kunki kneels in front of him, "How’s the condition?"
Noah doubles over, clutching his belly with both hands. "It hurts..." He gasps out, his face contorting in pain. "The baby's moving differently. I can feel it kicking harder, lower..." He trails off, another wave of pain hitting him.
"Hmm. It's starting. Bear with it”
He laughs bitterly, his eyes squeezing shut as another contraction comes. "Easy for you to say," He grits his teeth. "You're not the one with something the size of a watermelon trying to squeeze out of your dick." He hisses out a breath, his body going rigid with pain.
"Save your energy.” Kunki says coldly.
Noah’s inhaling deeply through his nose and exhaling slowly through his mouth between contractions. As the minutes tick by, the pain becomes more intense, stealing his breath and making him feel lightheaded. "It's getting worse...”
Kunki put his hand over his pregnant belly.
Noah's belly is rock hard and taut under his touch, the muscles contracting powerfully. "Ahh, fuck! Don't touch me there!" He cries out, his hips bucking reflexively away from his hand. But then he collapses back onto the mattress, exhausted and sweating.
Kunki starts pressing around on his bump softly.
Noah lets out a strangled noise as he presses on his belly, the sensation overwhelmingly painful. He lays there panting, his eyes closed tightly.
Kunki press around on his belly to feel the baby’s position.
"Mmmph..." He whimpers softly as his hands move over his distended belly, feeling the movements of the baby beneath his skin. "It's moving around..." he manages to say between heavy breaths. "The doctor said it was engaged last week.”
"Hmm. It's head down, in good position.”
"Really?" Noah opens his eyes and looks at him for a moment before another contraction hits. "Fuck..." His voice breaks as the pain washes over him. "How do you know so much about..." He trails off, another contraction stealing his words.
"I just know." Kunki starts slapping softly the sides of his belly, around his baby, so the baby keeps in the straight position.
Noah lets out a startled yelp as his hand slaps his belly, the sudden movement causing the baby to shift slightly. But it seems to work, as the next contraction feels like the baby is pressing down more firmly against his cervix. "Ahh! That actually helped..." He pants, surprised.
"Hmm.." Kunki stops and heads toward the fire.
The pain is really getting intense now. "I feel like it's getting worse... Aaahh!" Another contraction hits, and Noah curls in on himself. "Ahhnnn..." he moans loudly, clutching at his swollen belly as the contraction peaks. "Fuck fuck fuck..." He pants rapidly, trying desperately to ride out the pain. Suddenly, he feels a strange, urgent pressure bearing down on his dick. "Wait, wait...”
Kunki was preparing towel and hot water, "What happened??”
"I... I think my water just broke..." Noah looks up at him with wide, panicked eyes as he feels a gush of warm fluid between his legs. "And... and something's pushing down there... like the baby is trying to come out already!" He starts to hyperventilate.
Kunki sees the water dripping. "Don't push yet. Let me see.”
"I-I'm not trying to push!" He exclaims, his voice shaking with fear and pain. "It just feels like everything is... moving on its own." He spreads his legs wider, looking down at his distended belly and the clear fluid pooling beneath him. "Hurry, please...”
"Take deep breaths" Kunki positions himself between his legs. "Your manhood has not expanded enough to fit the baby inside it. You have to hold.”
"How much does it need to expand?" Noah asks between deep breaths, only halfway listening as another contraction bears down on him. "God, it burns..." He spreads his legs even wider, giving Kunki a full view of his puffy manhood.
"Expand enough for the baby to drop inside it," Kunki says as he brings a hot towel and massages Noah’s manhood with it. Noah whimpers, feeling his dick starts to tingle and swell slightly under his touch.
"Relax, it's an automated process of birth. It will happen naturally. Give it time," Kunki says as he presses the hot towel over his manhood.
"Ngh... it feels like it's getting bigger..." Noah pants heavily, his manhood starting to engorge. Another contraction hits, and he cries out, feeling the throbbing in his groin synchronizing with the pressure in his belly. "Aahh! It's...”
"Keep breathing," Kunki says as he massages Noah’s lower abdomen.
Heavy panting mingles with painful moans as Noah feels his manhood swelling dramatically. The heat from the towel sends waves of tingling sensation straight to his core. "Ahhhnnn... It feels so weird... like everything's getting so sensitive..." He pants heavily, his manhood now throbbing and fully expanded. "Oh god... I can feel it... the baby is pressing...”
Kunki put away the hot towel from his manhood. "Relax and breath". He can feel Noah’s belly tighten under his hands.
"I'm trying... ngh... trying to breathe!" Noah moans, arching his back slightly as another powerful contraction hits. His fully expanded puffy manhood stands tall and proud, dripping cum, "The baby's dropping... I can feel its head...”
Kunki can see Noah’s groin and manhood’s upper side are getting fuller means the baby's head has reached there. "Keep breathing, it's happening.”
"Aaahh! It's burning so bad... my insides are stretching..." Noah pants heavily, gripping the sheets beneath him. "The head... it's really dropping... nnn..." His fully expanded manhood throbs visibly as the baby's head applies pressure to his perineum.
Kunki wets the towel in hot water and press it softly around his manhood. "I know. Let it happen naturally. Don't push it”
"Nhn... the heat is helping... but it's so painful..." Noah bites his lip, feeling the baby's head dropping into his dick. His manhood continues to leak cum. It’s now dripping onto his belly. "The head... it dropped... ahhhh...”
Kunki can see Noa’s manhood is getting puffier with the baby inside it. "Breath. Keep breathing. Let the baby drop completely inside your manhood first.”
"Fuck... it feels like there's a bowling ball in my manhood..." Noah tries to breathe through the intense pressure and strange sensation of having the baby's head inside his manhood. His fully expanded member continues to leak cum, becoming even larger and more engorged. Kunki keeps rubbing it softly with hot towel.
"Aaahh... that feels nice... but ..." He whimpers, his entire body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. His manhood is now at its maximum size, completely stuffed with the baby's head and upper body.
"Okay okay, try to hold. Hold for now. Your manhood is stuffed completely.” Kunki says calmly despite the tension.
"Mhm... God..." Noah leans back, trying to hold still despite the intense pressure. His fully engorged manhood is throbbing visibly with the baby safely inside. "It's so full... I can feel it moving around in there... nnnggh...”
Kunki touches the top of Noah’s manhood, the hole. It's puffy red but not fully dilate. "Okay, hold for now. Your hole is only 3 cm dilated. Keep breathing”
Noah manages to nod, taking deep breaths as instructed. His puffy, red hole twitches slightly around the baby's head, still not fully dilated. "Three centimeters? Isn't that... slow?" He pants, trying to distract himself from the overwhelming fullness in his manhood.
"it is. It's your first delivery. Obviously things will take time. Bear with it. It's going to be a while.”
Noah sighs, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "Right, of course. First time and all..." He takes another shuddering breath, his abs contracting involuntarily around the bulge of his stuffed manhood. "God, is it supposed to feel this full?
Kunki rubs his lower abdomen to relieve some pressure. Noah hisses in relief as he rub his lower abdomen. His manhood remains fully stuffed, the baby's head and upper body taking up all the space inside. His hole is still only 3 cm dilated, slowly stretching around the baby's head.
Kunki wets the towel in hot water again and puts it around his manhood. He keeps massaging his lower abdomen. "Keep breathing”
Noah leans into the comforting touch, breathing deeply as another wave of discomfort passes through him. The hot towel wrapped around his immensely swollen manhood brings some relief, but the baby's presence remains acutely felt. "Breathing... yeah..." He mutters, squirming slightly.
As the next wave of labor hits, Noah's entire body tenses up. His manhood throbs in sync with his distended belly as the muscles there tighten and relax rhythmically. He gasps, clutching at the sheets as he struggles to breathe through the intense sensation.
Kunki touches the head of his manhood, "4 cm. Still too far”
Through gritted teeth, Noah manages to glance down. Seeing the dilation progress to 4 centimeters only makes him whimper in frustration. "Too far... I know..." He pants, his body shaking with another contraction. "It's still so full...”
"Relax and keep breathing. How are you feeling?”
"Ugh... it's... it's intense," Noah manages to say between breaths. "Every contraction feels like the baby is trying to burst out of my manhood. It's so full and tight, and every time I feel a contraction, it’s like the baby is pushing harder against my insides.”
"Hmm. it's normal. Try not to push though. We don't want you to tear apart.”
Noah nods weakly, gripping the sheets tighter as another contraction ripples through him. "Right, right... no pushing." He bites his lip, trying desperately not to bear down despite the urge. "God, if I didn't know better, I'd think my manhood might explode...”
Kunki takes another towel to clean up around Noah. Noah watches him move around, appreciative of his care. The hot water on his manhood feels heavenly amidst the intense pressure and pain. As another contraction hits, he unwittingly lets out a long, low moan. "The baby's moving more... I can feel it kicking inside...” Noah shifts uncomfortably, trying to find a position that alleviates some of the pressure from his enormously swollen manhood. Each tiny movement sends jolts of sensation through him, the baby's vigorous kicks adding to the overwhelming stimulation. "When will it dilate more?”
Kunki puts his fingers inside his manhood's hole. "Six. There's progress. Give it more time.”
Noah gasps as he feels his fingers slip inside his dilated hole, the sudden intrusion making his entire body clench. His manhood throbs around Kunki’s fingers, the walls spasming as another contraction washes over him. "Six... that's... that's a lot, right?”
"Right. But it needs more" Kunki massages his lower abdomen. Noah lets out a shaky breath, his whole body going limp with exhaustion against the bed. "More... I'm so full already..." His manhood aches and pulses with each contraction, the baby's head creating intense pressure against his entrance. "How much bigger does it need to be?”
"Almost 10 cm. It will happen soon. Keep breathing," Kunki brings some water to him. Noah gulps down the water gratefully, his dry throat burning. As he swallows, another contraction hits, and he has to pause, panting through the intense pressure building inside him. "10 cm... That sounds huge... Will it hurt more when it's that big?”
"We have to see." Kunki put away the glass and goes back between his legs, "Seven.”
Noah’s eyes widen as Kunki announces the dilation, his body instinctively trying to push despite his earlier warning. He grips the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Seven... that's almost there..." He lets out a whimper as another contraction hits, his manhood throbbing violently.
"Do not push. Breath through it.”
Noah inhales sharply, trying to follow his instructions as another powerful contraction wracks his body. He can feel the baby's head pressing against his stretched hole, the pain becoming unbearable. He pants, his body trembling. "It's too much...”
Kunki puts a hot towel above Noah’s lower abdomen. And with another, he rubs his manhood. Noah moans softly at the sensation of the hot towel on his lower abdomen and the gentle rubbing of his swollen manhood. The warmth helps to ease some of the tension, but the contractions continue to intensify. "Ahh... that feels... a little better," he admits between ragged breaths. He looks down at his manhood, watching as it pulses and throbs with each contraction. The sight is both mesmerizing and terrifying. "I can feel the baby's head... it's right there..." He lets out a low groan, his body shaking with the effort to not push.
"Yeah, it is.”
Noah nods, his breath coming in short gasps. The contractions are now almost continuous, and he can feel the baby's head pressing firmly against his entrance. Kunki mops some of his sweat from his neck and forehead, "You will soon be fully dilated. Try to relax.”
Noah leans into his touch, finding a small measure of comfort in the cool cloth against his heated skin. His body trembles with the effort to relax, but the relentless contractions make it nearly impossible. "Relax... right..." He lets out a shaky laugh, his voice strained.
As Kunki positions himself between his legs again, Noah's breath catches in his throat. He spreads his thighs wider instinctively, giving him a better view of his stretched and throbbing opening. "Ah..." He bites his lip, trying to stay still despite the intense urge to push.
"Try to relax. It's too tense.”
Noah takes a deep breath and forces his muscles to relax as much as possible, though every fiber of his being wants to push the baby out. "I'm trying... it's just... He whimpers as another contraction hits, making his opening twitch and contract rhythmically. His eyes widen as he feels the constant pressure and pain of the contractions. He can no longer tell where one ends and another begins. "They're... they're non-stop... ahh!" He arches his back, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. His face contorts with pain as he bears down involuntarily, his body pushing against the baby's head despite his attempts to hold back. "I-I can't... I can't stop pushing..." He looks at Kunki with panic-stricken eyes, his voice breaking. "It hurts so much...”
Kunki’s hand above Noah’s manhood hole. "Relax, relax Noah.”
Noah feels his hand hovering above his throbbing opening, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He tries desperately to relax his muscles, but the overwhelming urge to push is too strong. "I-I'm trying... ahh!" His body convulses with another powerful contraction. He grunts softly as the contractions milk his swollen manhood, pre-ejaculate leaking out of the tip. His body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, his hair damp and stuck to his forehead. He whimpers softly, his lower abdomen hard and taut. He takes shallow breaths. His body is shaking with the effort to relax his muscles. "I-I'm trying... but it feels like my body wants to push so badly..." He looks down at his distended belly, watching it contract rhythmically. His eyes widen as he feels a particularly strong contraction. "Ahhh... I can feel the head... it's right there, right at the entrance..." He lets out a low moan, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. "I can't... I can't keep from pushing much longer...”
Kunki inserts two fingers inside his manhood's hole. "Okay, Okay, it's 10 cm". Kunki pulls out the fingers and put away the towels from his lower abdomen and manhood. "I want you to push with next contractions, but not so hard.”
Noah lets out a relieved cry as he hears the words "10 cm." His body, which had been fighting against the urge to push, now has permission to do what it desperately needs. He nods vigorously, his breath coming in short gasps. "Okay... okay... I can push...”
Kunki rubs around his puffy hole and expanded manhood. Noah gasps as he feels his fingers rubbing around his sensitive hole and manhood. The touch is a little too intense for him, his voice cracks as he tries to push gently with the next contraction, his face contorting with the effort. "Aah... it's coming... the head is crowning...”
"Yes. Push!”
With a choked moan, Noah bears down, pushing with all his strength while trying to keep it controlled as instructed. His hole stretches obscenely around the baby's head as it begins to crown. "Oh god... it's... ahh!... it's really coming out!” He throws his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as the baby's head slowly emerges from his manhood's hole. The stretching and burning is unlike anything he's ever felt, his muscles quivering with the effort. He pants heavily, his body covered in a sheen of sweat.
"Push Noah. Keep pushing!”
"I-I'm trying!" Another powerful contraction hits, and with a guttural moan, Noah bears down again. The baby's head finally pops out completely, stretching his opening painfully wide. He immediately feels lighter, but the relief is temporary as another urge hits him. "Oh god...”
"The head is fully out! Take breaths. Take a break and relax.”
Noah collapses back against the mattress, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Tears stream down his face as he stares down at the baby's head protruding from his manhood's hole. He feels exhausted but relieved that the hardest part is over. "It's... it's out...”
Kunki’s hand cupping the baby head to guide it safely. "Breath, breath.”
Noah nods, focusing on his breathing as instructed. His body trembles with exertion and relief, but he knows the process isn't over yet. He takes deep breaths, trying to relax his muscles even as another contraction begins to build. As the next contraction hits, Noah lets out a loud moan. He pushes again, his body shaking with the effort. The baby's shoulders start to emerge, stretching him even wider. Tears of pain and relief mix on his face as he feels.
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Keep pushing.”
Noah bites his lip, pushing with all his might as the baby's shoulders fully emerge. He feels like he's being ripped in half, but the knowledge that the baby is almost out keeps him going. "Almost... almost there...”
"Yeah almost there. Keep pushing Noah." Kunki’s hand is guiding the baby out.
With a choked cry, Noah pushes with everything he has left. His body convulses as the baby's hips and legs slide out in one final, agonizing push. As the infant emerges completely, Noah collapses back, his body limp with exhaustion.
"It's out! It's out" Kunki holds the baby in his hands.
Tears of joy and relief flood Noah’s eyes as he hears those words. He looks down, his body shaking with the aftermath of the intense labor. He reaches out a trembling hand to touch his baby.
I wanna come home and see you in tears because of how much your narrow hips ache from the head of my fat baby putting pressure on your cervix. I want you so huge and miserable and overdue, water seeps from your opening. You're so close you can't take three steps without needing to roll your hips and moan.
I tell you walking will start labor and coax you out into the public eye. I want everyone to see you ruined with my seed. It turns me on when strangers comment on how you look ready to squat and push wherever we are.
We're at a supermarket when I feel myself losing control. You were rocking with a contraction when I pull you into a bathroom stall and fuck you so hard you finally gush water all over the floor. Your hand is in your soaked pants as I walk you out to the car. Shoppers look in horror and arousal seeing you waddle with water and cum running down your legs.
I take the long way to the hospital. Rush hour traffic is worse than usual and you scream as the baby crowns. I see it, the bulge in your pants, and cum again in the driver's seat. I'm telling you to hold it, that we're almost to the hospital where you planned to birth. The emergency room is in sight when I hear you growl and grunt with your final push. I watch as the baby fills your pants and you pull it out, completely spent and panting.
The baby weighed in at 11lbs.
😵💫😵💫😵💫 this is soooooooo insanely hot good GOD. i keep just rereading the first sentence and going braindead with lust.
yes please to all of this ❤️
Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 1)
Part 2 The Whole Story "I can't believe you're going through with this! A normal pregnancy is hard enough on the human body as it is, to say nothing of what you're planning."
Birth encouragement lines I’ve never actually heard but would make me so hot if I ever did hear them:
“Keep your legs spread wide open so we can all see.”
“Oh, honey. I know you’re squirting everywhere. It’s okay. It’s normal. Birth is messy.”
“On the next contraction I need you to scream as loud as you can and get this head to crown.”
“It’s okay if you pee during birth. Accidents happen. Just focus on pushing out your baby.”
Pictures of a bith of twins. Her belly is extended to the max and so low.
Five minutes before this moment, I was squatting over the bed. My hips rocking as each contraction rippled through my vagina and throughout my body. Before I knew it, liquid gushed out and it was time to birth this baby - little did i know, it would make me scream and beg for this to be over.
“Oh God, he’s coming out!”
I screamed and gripped the bed before i finally sat on a stool to hold my balance. I could feel the baby traveling through my birth canal as each contraction hit my body.
I threw my head back and went with the pain, the screams only lessening the pressure I felt. I counted 1…2…. And push! My legs instantly spread and i was pushing with all my might, before taking a breather.
“Oh fuck! He’s actually coming out!”
I groaned as the head began to crown, with each push i could feel him at my entrance, filling up my pussy lips and ready to be welcomed into the world.
With a final countdown, I pushed for another six seconds and he flopped out of my vagina. I gasped and sighed with relief as the pressure instantly left my body.
And just like that, my body betrayed me and pushed my kid out into the hands of my captors
Oh Lord is this some hot writing! I LOVE the way this birth is described.
It’s been a long time huh?
Here we go, you all wanted a lesbian couple so enjoy!😈
Thank you for all of your support and patience!
Happy pushing
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This is when baby comes out, a continuation from part one - If you’re seeing this first, go back and watch part one before this one 😁
Thinking of making a new audio from a mom pushing’s pov.. I performed in a show once as a birthing mom, it was in a hospital and people going past kept saying “oh bless her, she sounds like she’s going through a rough one”. Comment some prompts for me to look at 🤷♀️
Happy pushing
An Excerpt from, "What to Expect While He’s Expecting: A Definitive Guide to Male Pregnancy"
(This was a fun little submission as I explore the more “out there” aspects of my fetish. I hope you all enjoy.)
Nearing the Big Day
Male pregnancies, regardless of the one’s body type or number of children, tend to last until one’s due date or beyond ones estimated 40 weeks of gestation. Experts generally attribute this to the male body’s unfamiliarity with the birthing process. For while female carriers are naturally built to enter labor at a designated period, which some believe coincides with the maturity of the fetus’s lungs, a male typically does not possess the hormonal receptivity to these indicators. However, males tend to experience similar symptoms to females when approaching childbirth, as indicated below:
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I want to hear you moan, whimper, and whine carrying my babies. To find you almost in tears over how big you are. Barely able to waddle as you pace back and forth, hands on your lower back, desperate to give birth. Your fecund stretch marked belly dropped low and on your hips. Babies weighing down on your core, the pressure all right on your poor swollen vagina. Your belly a roadmap of veins and angry red stretch marks. Your aching tits almost weeping milk they are so engorged and hot. Groaning in discomfort as the babies move in your heavy uterus. Tell me I did this. Blame me for ruining you with my children. Mewl you’re just too fucking pregnant as I throb inside your hot swollen walls.
Does anyone have some smutty romance book recommendations that include pregnancy? Like as part of the main story? I’ve read plenty of books where they find out the female MC is pregnant in the last chapter, but I’ve never read a book that actually includes interactions between the couple while she’s pregnant. Bonus points if the baby is born before the end of the book!
I prefer Sci-Fi and Fantasy books, but at this point I’ll take any recommendations!
I'd also love to know some too 🫣
A Cursed Birth Part IV
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
As Toric made his way to the royal bedchambers, a few corridors away, Galadra’s echoing cries of childbirth still reached his ears. He had just finished a fruitless interrogation of the witch, an interrogation that ended in murderous rage: now it was time to be with his princess. He knew he should have joined her sooner but he had spent much time and energy to get that damned witch to shrink the size of Galadra’s child, only to have the old hag mock and berate him. She never confessed to any conspirators either, no matter what torture methods he employed. Hours spent in the Spire lead nowhere; despite her fear of the place the hag seemed to relish her suffering and tormented the prince with fact that his poor, pregnant wife would die with a babe trapped in her womb. No royal heir, no beloved wife, nothing but to succumb to the black ocean within. “You’re not well,” she had laughed despite all the bodily harm inflicted upon her gnarled form, “You know that, right your Highness? You’ve been damned long before your birth!” “ Silence!” he snapped. An accomplished battle mage, Toric had mastered all arts which mutilated and twisted the body into new realms of unfathomable pain. He raised his arm and suddenly the witch gasped for air as her lungs were squeezed inside her chest. After a moment’s length be released her from the spell. A clot of blood erupted from her mouth, followed by a crimson smile. She leveled her one good, remaining eye at the murderous royal and wheezed out something between a laugh and drowning gurgle. “ She keeps you sane, you tell yourself. When you first saw her that night, the Silver Summer Gala, that was the first time you knew still waters, Toric.” The prince’s eyes widened. How did she know? How could she? He had never spoken of that moment, not even to Galadra herself. He stared at the crone in frozen silence. She continued, her voice how a rasp of a whisper. “ You think she’ll save you? You think that girl-child in her belly will keep the Demon inside at bay? Even if you cut her from her mother’s damned womb, her life will be marked with death and woe.” Girl Child…the baby was a to be a girl…But how….? “Who are you?” he whispered with the slightest touch of fear caressing his steely voice. “ Mark my words, oh Black One: their deaths are a merciful release compared to seeing what you really are. How could a daughter love a father whose heart beats nothing but destruction? A wife adore a man who will bring forth an eternal, moonless night? Either way: you have failed them.” Never before had words filled him with such terror: she had spoken aloud what he could never even bring himself to admit in the depths of his soul. He howled like a dying animal in the woods as he gripped his head. The roar inside his skull was deafening but he could still hear the old woman’s cackles echoing in his ears, and there was another sounds…distant, reaching across the blackness towards him. Galadra…begging for death…calling for him in her suffering…She was so alone… “Please,” he whispered, “Make it stop. Save her, please…” The witch grinned maliciously. “ Now, love, we both know that wouldn’t be happening.” Toric lost himself in a blind rage. He wasn’t even sure who was in control in that murderous instant but when he was finished, it was hard to tell that his victim had even been human. He looked at the carnage of the chamber. His final hope for saving his wife and…daughter…He had let her win. He allowed the slumbering demon in his heart to fully awaken and condemn them to a death sentence. The Darkness’ roar and witches cackles no longer clouded his mind, but still Galadra’s cried of pain reached him in the Spire. He fled the chamber to join his wife. Now as he reached the grand doors to their bedchamber, a number of worried courtiers and royals had gathered in anxiety outside of the room. Upon seeing him their hushed murmurings became still. No one spoke to the Crown Prince but their looks told him enough of the situation. There was an air of dread in the antechamber, punctuated by his wife’s cries of pain from behind the doors. “Please! Just get it out of me, goddamnit!” A few of the noble ladies began to quietly weep, clinging to each other in support. Toric felt a tightening in his chest as he stared at the ornate black and silver doors. He knew he should rush in and be by with his wife not matter how terrible it was…but fear froze him in place. His father quietly walked up behind his son and placed a hand on Toric’s shoulder. “ The witch…never confessed,” Toric’s voice was flat, emotionless, “ I tried everything, and now she’s dead.” “ You did everything you could,” he softly replied but Toric shook his head and faced his father. It was the first time in Emperor Gavius’ life he ever saw his son look so….human. “ I’ve failed them, father, and now…” “Toric,” the Emperor slowly said, “ She struggles to bear the child. They tell me any longer and they’ll both die unless we…” “…no.” the prince whispered in horror. He slowly backed away from Gavius. In his mind he saw Galadra with the dagger pressed to her stomach and he became nauseous. “ Son, you have to choose-” “NO!” the Crown Prince turned from the Emperor and headed towards the bedchamber. “I will not hear this!” He pushed the doors open and entered the room. It was chaos inside. Servants and healers stopped in their haste tending to the princess and bowed as he made his way to his wife’s side. “Toric!” she gasped as he approached her bedside. “ My love, I’m here,” he said, taking her face in is hands and kissing her tired brow. “ I’m here now with you.” He anxiously ran a hand over her bare stomach, gently rubbing the tight skin. He looked into her eyes and saw them wild with fear. “ It won’t come!” the princess weakly groaned, “ It’s too big, my prince! The baby is too big!” Toric turned and faced the midwife who stood at his side. Her defeated look confirmed the princess’ words. “ It’s grown too large, my lord,” she said, “ Despite all our efforts, the Princess is not able to birth the baby.” she gently led the Prince aside and spoke to him in hushed tones. “ She’s losing strength and the baby is under great stress from the labor. We can either save the child or the mother, but not both, and we must act soon or…” Toric ran his lands through his long, obsidian locks in frustration. He knew what Galadra wanted, but Toric could not kill his wife. But if he chose the baby over her, the baby she was ready to die for, would she ever forgive him? Either way it seemed as if he would lose his wife and he couldn’t bear that consequence. He turned from the midwife and slammed his fists down on the bedside table causing all assembled to jump in fear. This was all too much for him; he was powerless…unless…his magic? Could his magic save them? He could control and manipulate the body in any way imaginable to bring about death… but could it also save his wife? The thought hadn’t occurred to him until that moment. It was a risk, a big risk which could still take the life of both of them, but in this hour it was all he had left. For the first time in months, Toric felt a small, silvery thread of hope. He had to hold on. The room had fallen silent, save his wife’s cries as she labored in vain, while they awaited his choice. He turned and faced the lot of them, midwives and servants, all readied for his command. He scanned the room and the anxious faces but could not find the words until his wife spoke. “…Toric,” Galadra weakly called, “ My prince, Toric.” He returned to his wife’s side, placing a hand on her swollen stomach. He could feel the child, his daughter, inside; she had become still, awaiting his decision as well . “What is it, my love?” he softly replied, hiding the torrent of emotion raging within. “ You know my wishes…” she placed a hand on top of his, both hands now resting on her abdomen. She looked into his eyes. “ Please…Trust me.” Her face contorted into a mask of agony as a contraction churned within. The muscles gripped her womb with such strength Toric watched as her stomach became a solid sphere of pain and he could barely see the outline of the baby within. He had to take a chance; it was the only way he could save both of them. Even if it failed…he could still save her. Gods forgive him for defying his wife’s wishes, but he needed the princess desperately. His choice was made and he was ready to give command. He turned from Galadra and faced the assembly. “Out!” he cried. “Everyone out!” The women looked at him in shock. Toric growled in irritation. “Didn’t you hear me?! OUT!” Quickly they left in a flurry of silent confusion, leaving Toric alone with Galadra. He locked the doors the bedchamber, not wanting a gaggle of serving girls and healers to interfere with his work, he was going to need all his concentration and power to save his wife and child, and even that wasn’t a guarantee. Galadra looked at her husband in a panic. “What…why? Why did you send them away?!” He knelt beside her in the now empty bedchamber . “Because I’m going to save you both.” “ But how-ooOOOHHH!” Galadra clutched her stomach in pain. Toric gently rubbed her rock-hard belly as the the peaked and stroked her hair. Gala moaned as his hands massaged the taut flesh, especially the underside. The urge to push was unbearable, even if it was futile, and the princess found herself bearing down. The pressure and pain was becoming too much. “ Toric! Do it now!” she gripped her husband’s arm in desperation “ Take your sword! Cut the baby out of me! I don’t care, just save our child!” “I’m not going to sacrifice you, Galadra,” he replied. “ I think I can use my magic to save the both of you.” She shook her head is despair. “ No magic can help me! The healers….the mages…they all failed!” “ Their magic is not like mine, love. Please, trust me!” “ Your magic…only kills. How can it save….us?” “ I…I have an idea. Please just trust me, Galadra!” Galadra looked up into the eyes of her husband. They were dark and intense, but also full of determination. He was dead serious about using his magic, a deadly power, to give life instead of take it. If anyone could accomplish it, it would be him but she needed one thing from him. “ Toric, you must promise me…” “ Yes, Galadra?” “…Promise me that if you should fail…You will save our child.” “ I won’t fail, though, I-” “Please, my prince! Promise me you’ll save our child if all else fails!” She look up at her husband with tear-filled eyes. “ Promise me, Toric!” Toric’s eyes began to sting with tears as well and he clasped Galadra’s hand. The words spilled out of his mouth before he could think otherwise. “I promise, my love, I promise…” “ And you won’t resent our child either, should I die?” “ I won’t. As the gods are my witnesses, I won’t.” Galadra caressed his face. “I believe you, and I trust you, my prince. Use your magic.” He gripped her hands and wept. Despite himself he had promised Galadra to save the baby’s life before her own. It was too late to go back. His wife had placed the lives of both she and their child in his hands now. Should he fail…No, he would not fail them. He could not…and if he did, if both mother and child perished, he fulfill the vow he made in the nursery and join them both. But for now, he knew what he must do. Focusing on the task at hand, the prince placed both of his hands on the swell of Galadra’s belly. He knew the child could not be reduced in size so he would have to make Galadra’s body be able to accommodate instead. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Power welled up from inside of him and collected in his hands as he quietly chanted the body morphing spell. He willed his wife’s body to stretch and allow the babe to pass through without danger. The bones of her hips and pelvis became more flexible and her cervix would open even wider to allow the overdue baby passage into a more forgiving birth canal. He made sure not to go overboard, however, as that could be just as dangerous. It had to be just right. The energy gathered in his hands began to flow into his wife’s tired body. Galadra softly moaned as she felt the warmth of the magic enter her body and spread over her massive belly. The contractions had stopped momentarily which allowed her a moment of respite from hours of pain. She closed her eyes and felt the spell slowly affect her body. It was as if she was opening up more, giving the baby room to move and shift. She smiled and rubbed the sides of her gravid belly as she enjoyed the pain-free moment. Upon completing the spell, Toric removed his hands from his wife’s pregnant stomach and gently caressed her tired face. “ How do you feel?” he anxiously asked. “ The pains have stopped. I feel…more open.” she looked into Toric’s eyes. “ What did you do?” “ I’ve cast a spell which will allow your body to stretch around the baby, allowing it to safely be born. I hope it worked; I believe it did. The contractions should begin in a bit.” He looked over by the foot of the bed and noticed the royal birthing chair. Squatting would be the best route, he thought, since the baby was so heavy that gravity would be on their side. For his part Toric knew a little about the birthing process; when he found out that the princess was expecting he learned what he could about midwifery…just in case. The castle midwives were surprised that a male, especially of royal blood, would want to know about something that scared most men but Toric wasn’t like most men and so they obliged him. He gave silent thanks to his foresight in the matter. Toric turned back to his wife. “ You need to be on the chair, my princess. Can you walk?” Galadra nodded and slowly rose out of bed with the aid of her husband. Upon standing she felt the baby finally drop lower into her hips as gravity pulled it down. It no longer lay nestled in her ribs and for the first time in months Galadra found it easier to breathe. She let out a low moan from the sensation, her hand moving to the underside of her heavy belly. “ Sweet Imali!” she laughed in surprise, “ I…felt it…drop! It feels like it could fall out! Toric, I think the magic is working!” Toric’s eyes widened in hope. He reached down and felt the baby’s position in the womb. It did feel lower than before! “ It worked!” he murmured in amazement. He looked back to his wife; her sickly pallor now radiant with hope. Life, it seemed, was slowly returning. “ Come! Let’s get you on the birthing stool!” As the princess slowly waddled torwards the silver chairl with, a strong contraction suddenly seized her. The pains had returned. She cried aloud, her knees bending as she gripped his arm. The top of the head, only moments before barely peeking from behind her cervix, was pushed out a little into the birth canal from the force of the contraction alone. “It’s…so…big!” she panted as the pain passed. “…so heavy!” “It’s going to be all right now, my princess,” Toric soothed, slowly leading his wife across the floor. Finally they made it to the royal birthing chair and he helped his wife down onto it, her swollen stomach hanging between her open thighs. She placed her feet into the chair’s supports and watched has her husband took his place between her legs. Gently he inserted his fingers in her to see if he could feel anything and inside he found the baby’s head pulsing against his fingers. It was slowly began to pass through her now expanding cervix. He gave a small triumphant smile, knowing that now his magic had truly worked and both his wife and child would live. Galadra looked at him in worry as he knelt between her knees. “ Is it coming?” she anxiously asked. Toric nodded, withdrawing his fingers. “ It’s coming, Galadra. The spell worked.” He held her belly in his hands and kissed the crest of her swell. “Our baby will be born soon!”
….to be continued.
A Cursed Birth Pt. III
Part 1 - Part 2
Miraculously, the culprit was found out and captured only a few days later. An old crone of a witch dwelling on the far end of the capitol apparently had placed the cursed on the princess through agents acting as lower servants, thus allowing her to always know the status of house affairs. It was through one of these spies that the witch had been found and now she was to face judgement for treason as well as life the curse from Princess Galadra. Emperor Gavius had her brought to the throne room and chained down before the royal family. Dressed in rags, she cackled softly to herself as The Emperor, Toric, Galadra, and others entered the chamber. Spotting the heavily pregnant princess assisted by the Crown Prince the witch began to laugh hysterically.
“ Hah! It seems her highness is a bit overdue,” the crone mocked, “Such a pity, too! What a lovely baby she would have born!”
Toric’s face turned red with rage and he drew his sword, ready to end the witch’s life right then and there.
“Toric, no!” Galadra cried from her seat but he paid her no head and headed toward the laughing witch. A number of guards rushed towards the Crown Prince to hold him back including the Captain of the Guard.
“No, my Lord!” the captain cried as he struggled to contain the Prince, “She is needed to lift the curse, remember? If you kill her then all is lost for the Crown Princess!”
“Toric, calm yourself,” The Emperor thundered, “or I’ll have you in chains as well!”
Toric closed his eyes and exhaled in an effort to bring himself down. They were right: if he were to kill that witch then there would be no chance of them helping Galadra. Seething, he turned and stood beside his wife but never took his eyes off the old hag. Gavius cleared his throat and addressed the criminal before him.
“ If you value your life, you will remove this…evil hex from the Crown Princess,” he stated, “If you want your freedom, you will tell us who you are working for!”
“I work for no one!” the witch spat, “ This curse was mine and mine alone. To hell with the Royal House! Punish me and I’ll curse the whole, damned lot of you for generations to come. Why, when I’m finished with all you Royals you’ll only wish it was just the Crown Princess who was damned!”
“Remove the curse,” hissed Toric, “or else.”
“Or else what? Death? I’ve lived for hundred of years! Death is a blessing and I welcome it! Gods be damned, give me death!” the witch began to laugh hysterically.“Do you not think my sister-witches and apprentices will continue the work I have begun? Yes, please your Highness: kill me!”
“Death at my hands is no blessing!” the Prince raged. “Spare my wife and child and I may spare you a hellish death!”
“ No ‘hell’ you can conceive of,” the hag chuckled, “ can even compare to the Nightmare I will create for the Royal House. Your infamous temper, your ‘Darkness’ as they call it, has no effect on me, prince.”
Toric scowled at the mention of his moods but said nothing.
“Please!” Galadra slowly rose from her throne, holding her pendulous stomach, “ I beg of you, return my child to a normal size and let me give birth! Name your price and it is yours!”
The witch scoffed. “You have nothing I want, but watching you beg is quite entertaining, sweetie!” She gave Galadra a wicked, toothless grin. “Perhaps I can have a little enjoyment after all!”
Toric turned to his wife and gently took her arm. “My love please,” he urgently whispered, “ let me handle this! You shouldn’t even be here in your condition!” But the princess simply ignored him and continued.
“If you do not lift this curse then…Then…” Galadra tried to look as imposing as possible in her weakened and heavy form.
“Then what?” sneered the witch. “ You’ll get that monster of a husband of yours to kill me? So be it.” Toric growled but Galadra did not pay him mind. She looked the witch in eye as she spoke.
“…Then you will be given a fate worse than death. You will be confined in the Spire. You are familiar with this?” The witch’s triumphant grim melted off her wrinkled face as she heard mentioned the Spire. There was a wave of murmur through the court as the crone’s resolve wavered. Now it was Galadra’s time to smile. “ What a horrible way to exist: sealed off from the world, no magic, no companionship, nothing but hunger and thirst yet…immortality as well. Your magic can not save you in the Spire and I am positive there is room for you in the highest point of the palace!” she gave a bitter laugh. “ I and my child may die but you, Witch, you will never have that pleasure unless…”
The crone’s face twisted in rage. The Princess was right about the Spire: the highest tower of the royal palace was also a place of eternal torment. Endowed with the ancient magic of the first Wyvern Lords, the Spire was a place where time flowed in strange pools. Those placed in its holds lived in a constant state of immortal suffering and it was especially savage to those magically inclined. To the witch, it was the bane to all like her and despite her power she truly feared an endless existence in the Spire’s lofty point. She did not want to concede defeat so quickly, however. Seething with anger, the Witch spat her next words.
“ I’ll let your labor begin, Princess,” she pointed a finger at Galadra. “Oh, that I can give you!”
Suddenly, the princess’ mid section was seized by powerful contraction. Galadra cried out in a mixture of agony and fright as the pain rippled down over her stomach and angrily clenched around her womb, turning it into a solid mass of pressure and torment. She gripped throne’s armrests behind her as something finally gave from deep inside; a large torrent of water burst from between her bent legs and ran down the steps of the throne’s dais. There were gasps of shock and horror from the assembled nobles who had come to witness the trial of the witch and instead were treated to the sight of Princess Galadra’s waters finally breaking after over a year. Panting, she looked down in horror at the water pooling beneath her on the floor. Her labor had finally begun. Her eyes fluttered and felt herself begin to swoon.
The entire Royal Court erupted in panic as a number of guards rushed in to the chamber and fell upon the cackling hag. Galadra’s legs slowly gave out and she slowly began slumping to the floor before Toric swooped in and caught her from behind. She gave a low moan as another pain began to swell up inside.
“Galadra!” Toric commanded, “Galadra, look at me!”
“Please!” the princess cried, “It’s too big! Toric, I can’t do this!”
“I’ll let you labor but I cannot make that…child of yours any smaller. How you’ll get it out is another matter!” the witch laughed as she was restrained by guards.
“Fix this or I’ll handle you myself!” Toric screamed in anger as he held his wife. The Darkness was back once more, only this time he felt empowered by its presence, and not even his father or Galadra could control him. Most would have quaked in fear before the Crown Prince in such a mood but the hag was unfazed and gave him a defiant look.
“I hope they both die in childbed,” she hissed, “and if my magic runs it course then I will have my wish! Spire or no: The Princess and child shall die!”
Galadra let out a wail of grief and pain as she held onto Toric for support. The Crown Prince was blind with rage, yet despite this he knew his wife had to be taken from the Throne room: his main duty right was taking care of that crone and having her save his child.
“Get her to the bedchamber!” he barked as a number of servants and guards came to Galadra’s aid. The princess groaned in pain as another contraction took hold of her. She felt herself being carried by a number of people, and as she was escorted from the throne room the witch’s cackles filled her ears.
“Good luck, your Highness!”
*******
Galadra panted as another contraction seized her swollen belly. For the past ten hours she had been in an agonizing labor, five of them spent pushing in vain, and now her worn body knelt upon all floors in her bedchamber. There were a number of people in the room: the midwife and her assistants, healers, mages, and anyone else who might have been able to aid the princess in her perils. They did everything in their power to help her birth the overdue child, but no position or incantation budged the cumbrous babe from it’s resting place inside Galadra’s womb. As the hours passed the situation grew more grim and now the main task was making Galadra comfortable as possible until a decision was made.
“Please,” the Princess moaned, “ just save the baby. I beg you!”
The midwife knelt beside Galadra and wiped the sweat from her tired brow as a healer put a vial of potion to her lips.
“ We’re trying, your highness,” the midwife softly replied. “We’re trying to save the both of you. This baby needs a mother.”
“ There’s not hope for m-!” Her words were swallowed a ragged howl of pain. Galadra arched her back downwards as another pain came, her ample stomach pressing against the floor tiles, and the pressure in her womb was unbearable. She groaned, exhausted with effort, as she bore down on the massive child knowing that it would accomplish nothing. The baby’s head pushed against her aching cervix but could not pass through due to it’s size. The midwife looked at the healer gravely, who responded with the shake of the head. Motioning one of her assistants to see to the laboring princess, the midwife stepped aside with the healer and spoke in hushed tones.
“ We have to make a decision soon,” she whispered, “ The Princess doesn’t have much strength left. Another hour may kill her and the child.”
“ Without the Crown Prince’s command?” the mage asked in horror. “ If anything happens to her, it will be our heads!”
“There’s no time! We’ve called for His Highness to be here but he’s still seeing to that damned witch! We must make the right choice. The Emperor will protect us in our actions.”
The mage still shook her head. “ I don’t want this on my hands, but if it were up to me I say we save the Princess. His Highness needs her more than a child, and there will always be others.”
“ You know the Princess wants us to save the child, though. If we were to sacrifice it to spare her, I fear she may never recover…" the midwife looked over at the struggling girl kneeling on the floor. One of them would have to die, she thought, but that’s a choice no one wanted to make.
Galadra wearily turned to the girl tending to her. ” Where’s…Toric?“
” He’ll be here soon, m'lady,“ the girl replied as she rubbed Galadra’s aching back. ” We’ve sent for him to come.“
"I need him…now…Ooooohhhh…..”
Galadra lowered her head to the floor and a long, low moan poured from her mouth. Another contraction was wrapping itself around her body, a python of torture constructing itself on her aching torso. She tried to focus on something else: her husband, her family chateau in the Eastern Cliffs, the palace gardens…but nothing penetrated the thorny fog of agony clouding her mind. There was nothing but the pain, the pressure, and the trapped baby. She gripped a hand to her sweat-soaked stomach and felt the hardened muscles beneath the skin as her womb tried to push the baby into the birth canal. The baby kicked in response; was it tired as well she wondered? Was it as close to giving up as she? Finally the contraction released its iron grip and for a blessed second she was allowed respite. Galadra sluggishly lifted her head and turned to the young apprentice.
“…I need to…walk…Please…”
The midwife’s assistants gently hefted Galadra to her feet and gave her support as she weakly waddled the floors of her chambers. Her entire body was bathed in a sweat which forced the billowy fabric of her shift to cling to her skin and accentuate the curve of her heavy abdomen. As they slowly walked across the room she noticed the royal birthing chair off to the side and was reminded of the crib in which her child would have been placed. Her heart fell upon recalling the memory; her babe would never be placed inside. She would never rock her child to sleep in her arms, or sing to it one of the lullabies she knew. She wanted to scream in anger over the unfairness of it all! What did a little baby, not yet born, do to deserve such a fate? Her bitterness once again was interrupted by another merciless tightening.
Galadra cradled her stomach while the cruel contraction rolled over her. The ordeal was becoming too much for her mind to bear; in her frustration and anger she broke away from the assisting ladies and wrapped her arms around one of the large bed posts. The urge to push was truly unbearable but she was at her wits end and delirious with pain. She dug her nails into the hard wooden post, leaving indentations that would remain for years later; a visual reminder of her endless torment. Her face twisted in rage and the pressure within her belly mounted. Galadra roared in distress as she bore down, knees bent and legs open.
“Please!” she screamed, “Just get it out of me, goddamnit!”
The head ground against her pelvis, putting her in terrible agony. Her vision blurred from the excruciating torture on her body, her lungs suddenly gasping for air as consciousness began to ebb away. It was all too much for her to endure at this point and the princess found herself sliding down the post as her strength gave out. Quickly she was carried to the bed and placed upon the silken sheets while the midwife poured cold water on her face to revive her.
“Your highness, you highness! Stay with us, please!”
“We have to act fast,” the mage tensely said to the midwife. “ All these contractions and pushing will kill them both!”
“ What do you expect us to do?” the midwife hissed as she wiped the face and chest of the pitiful princess with ice water, “ The Crown Prince was summoned hours ago, and has been repeatedly! I refuse to make this choice without him here!”
“His Majesty the Emperor has given his word, Midwife,” the mage replied. “ Whatever we decide to do will be protected under his orders.” She looked over Galadra lying on the bed. The water was slowly reviving her from the depths of suffering.
“ Please,” Galadra moaned as she tried to focus, “ Save…my baby…please…” She ran her hands over the drum-tight skin of her belly and thought about the child she would never see. Even in the midst of pain she could still feel it moving inside. It was alive and had a better chance of surviving this ordeal; she would give her life to let it live. Toric would have to understand…and accept their child without resentment. She looked up at the midwife with bleak eyes.
“You have to save the baby. Please, I don’t care if I die: just save my child!”
“ Your Highness…” the midwife softly said, “I-”
She was cut off as the bedchamber door opened and a serving girl rushed into the room.
“His Highness, Prince Toric, is coming!”
“Finally,” sighed the mage.
….to be continued.
A Cursed Birth Pt. II
Part 1
The search for the witch went on for weeks as Galadra’s pregnancy continued. She passed the eleventh month and with a rueful smile she realized she had been pregnant for over a year now. The baby had grown more, leaving the princess to appear as if she were carrying three children instead of one. Despite her husband’s vow, all hope of safely delivering their baby had fled the princess. Even if she were go into labor now she knew that an baby of such size would never be birthed by ordinary means and she was beginning to accept the fact that both she and their child would die. Galadra had become wan and her face sallow as of late; the extended pregnancy was talking a toll on her body as well as her emotional and mental well-being. Her ladies-in-waiting feared for her and the baby’s life; should they die then how would the Crown Prince react? His dark moods were becoming frequent once more and he was returning to his previous state before Galadra entered his life. It was as if a tense stillness had choked the royal court as well as the Empire.
Galadra was also beginning to feel her own dark moods. She had long abandoned any hope of safely delivering the child and now her thoughts lingered on her own mortality. Her only desire was for the baby to live, even if it meant at the cost of her own life, but Toric wouldn’t even speak of it. She was tired and worn: she could only walk short distances with the help of others, her back ached from weight of her stomach, and the discomfort from carrying just a large baby only grew worse with each week. Did he not see how dire her condition had become? She knew he loved her, needed her even, but to prolong her suffering for some false hope was cruel in her eyes. If he would not listen to her, then perhaps she only had herself to rely upon.
As she slowly walked down the corridor with her ladies, Galadra paused before a closed door.
“Please,” she softly said, “ I’d like…to go in…alone.”
“But your highness,” Lady Padra gently pleaded, “You shouldn’t! It will only upset-” but the Princess raised her hand and Padra stopped. She silently obeyed and opened the door for her princess. Galadra steadied herself and slowly stepped into the bright room, closing the door behind her.
She had not entered this room in months but it still remained as it before: still waiting patiently for the royal baby to be born. Galadra looked about the nursery and felt the pain become fresh once more in her chest. Padra was right but she didn’t care: she needed to be here. With much effort she waddled through the room, holding onto any furniture she could for support, and surveyed the room. The whole chamber was light and airy; the walls were soft white with marble floors and a vaulted ceiling, and at the far end the tall, arched windows opened onto a balcony. Galadra looked upon an ornate rocking chair and sadly smiled. She used to sit there and sing to her baby, looking forward to the day when she would hold her child with her loving prince. That dream was no more.
She slowly walked on until she reached her destination: the grand, canopied crib. Galadra cradled her heavy midriff as she approached. For a moment she stared at the vacant spot where her baby would had slept and ran her fingers over the silken bedding.
“If only…” she whispered. Galadra turned and looked out the grand windows. The sky was a radiant blue and filled her eyes with its divine hue. A hand gently caressed her belly. She knew there was only one thing she could do. *******
Toric walked towards his wife’s chambers with a heavy heart. They were still no closer to finding the culprit despite their best efforts. His brother Matthias, a skilled assassin and spy, had barely made it back to the palace alive after being beset by a band of Vargan Raiders in the southern wastes. He returned but with no new information for the Crown Prince. Toric scowled in concern as he walked. Galadra’s mood had become heavy and melancholic in the recent days; how would this set beck affect her? Should he even tell? His thoughts were interrupted by one of his wife’s ladies, Padra he guessed, worriedly pacing the hallway.
“Oh, your Highness!” she anxiously curtsied, “I’m glad to see you.”
“Lady Padra…What’s the matter?” he knew he had a tendency to make those around him nervous, especially the Ladies of the Court, but this was different. He grabbed her shoulders. “Where…is my wife?” he softly asked.
Padra pointed to the closed nursery doors. “She demanded we leave her alone. My lord, she isn’t well!”
“Galadra…”
He walked to the doors and entered, not knowing what to expect. His wife stood at the end of the room by the empty crib, her back to the Prince, staring a the blue sky. He sighed with relief and began to walk towards his wife.
“You shouldn’t be exerting yourself like this, Galadra,” he gently scolded. She did not turn around at the sound of his voice but remained as she was.
“ I’m sorry it’s going to end like this, my Prince.”
Toric stopped a few feet from Galadra when he heard those words. An icy wave of fear poured down his entire body and is breath caught in his throat. The tone of his wife’s voice was calm, serene even, yet… “What…what do you mean, my love.”
“ Tor, tell me…they still haven’t found whatever witch or mage is behind this curse, have they?” He gave no reply which was enough for the pregnant princess. She looked down at her stomach and ran her left hand over the swell. “ I’m so tired, Toric. I keep trying to tell you: I can’t stay like this much longer. If I do then you’ll lose us both.”
“ Don’t speak like that, Galadra! I can’t stand it when you talk like this!” he begged. The Prince neared his wife once more. Why does she not look at me?
“ Toric, you must accept this. Either that or…”
As he reached her side, Toric understood his wife’s words.
Her left hand now cradled the weight of her gravid belly and in her right hand she held a long dagger, the point dangerously pressed against the bulge.
…Or cut the child from her womb…
Toric stared at the dagger in horror. The Darkness roared up from deep within his heart. He felt his vision blurring, his ears filled with a fiery roar which muddled his mind. Toric tried to step toward his wife but instead fell to his knees. Galadra, unaware of her husband’s ordeal, continued to gaze at her pregnant belly. Soon her child would be brought into the world even if it came at the cost of her own. She was filled with a darkness of her own now: one of sorrow and despair. If saving her baby came such a price then she was willing to pay. She pressed the dagger in ever so slightly but enough to cause discomfort. She bit her bottom lip as she tried to summon enough courage to complete the deed.
“Galadra…please!” Toric gasped. He gripped at her skirts in desperation and looked up into the Princess’ face. “I beg you…I cannot live without you!” the ringing in his ears became louder and he started to feel a sharp pain in his head. Tears began to well in his eyes. “You’re the only one who keeps me sane!”
The princess caressed her stomach and sadly looked upon him. “ I want this child to live, Tor, even if I cannot be there to raise it with you. I have…to do what’s best for the baby…” she closed her eyes and focused on the task at hand. Toric knew he had to stop her but his body would not listen; he could only watch as Galadra prepared to do the unthinkable.
“Forgive me, my Prince…”
She deeply inhaled and braced herself. There would be pain, but it was the only way.
As if it knew, the baby shifted beneath the dagger’s point. Galadra opened her eyes and looked down as she watched the baby move, squirming against the knife pressed against its cramped quarters. Galadra’s facade broke and a strangled sob escaped from her throat as the dagger fell from her shaking hand. She slipped to her knees as well, her body shaking from the emotional toll. Toric found himself able to move one more and took his wife into his arms.
“Oh Galadra, Galadra…” he stroked her hair and face as tears of his own flowed freely. The Darkness was ebbing away once more and in its place he felt the dull ache of despair. “ My sweet Galadra…”
“I’m…I’m so…sorry!” she sobbed, “I just…I just wanted to…save our baby!”
“ I know, I know, my love,” he lifted her face to his and looked into her eyes, “but not like this! Please, Galada, not like this! Every time I would look at our child I would only see your death. How could I love our child being constantly reminded of how I…failed you?”
Galadra looked away from the prince and turned her attention once more to the child in her womb. She lifted her skirts over her swollen stomach, revealing the pale skin of her over-taxed belly. It was so immense it rested on the floor between her bent knees. The baby stretched from within and a foot strained out into a little mound under the skin. Galadra rubbed the spot where the baby kicked. “Then…you would rather lose us both, my Prince?”
Toric tenderly caressed her bare stomach as the princess laid her head on his chest. He held her closer and made his final vow.“ I will not lose either of you, Galadra. If I do then I will be joining you both.”
–To Be Continued
L. Wyvernic
A Cursed Birth Pt. I
Galadra never expected her first pregnancy to end like this. As wife to the Crown Prince she was of course expected to bear an heir and secure the line of succession, so it was no surprise that almost a year after being wed she became pregnant with the Prince’s child and there was much celebration. Even her husband Toric, an intense and reserved man, expressed his joy upon hearing the news fro his beloved. As the months passed Galadra found herself loving her pregnant body as it swelled with the coming heir. The Crown Prince could not keep his hands off her either and the two frequently took pleasure with her fertile form. The child within her grew and thrived, and all of the Wyvernic Empire looked forward to the joyous event. Galadra never dreamed that pregnancy could be so wonderful and sensual. Everything went smoothly, until her ninth month…
Her due date came and went without so much as a slight cramp or pang. At first it seemed like a small inconvenience; the healers and midwives gave her a litany of comforting responses after looking over the heavily-pregnant princess: the baby will come when it is ready, perhaps the date was wrong, these things happen all the time, etc. Sitting in her bedchambers, Galadra would caress her large stomach and sing to the babe within in the hopes that maybe it would coax it out. Toric began making love to his princess even more frequently, as that was know to sometimes start labor, and while Galadra enjoyed the nights of passion she had with her husband the child still would not come.
Days pasted and as she neared the end of her her 10th month the worry began to get worse. Galadra’s belly kept growing as the child became larger in size. Moving around the palace was becoming an ordeal as the overdue baby began to weigh her down. Toric would always escort his wife through the courts, supporting her heavily pregnant form with a strong arm. Courtiers and nobles whispered in groups as the royal couple walked past, remarking on the unfortunate state of the Crown Princess’ pregnancy and that’s when talk of witchery began to circulate. At first the royal family brushed it aside but eventually they began to consider it a possibility as all the of the empire’s best healers and doctors could not aid Galadra. The Court Mage was called to investigate the scenario and after a few weeks he stood before the Emperor and his family and gave his verdict: the Crown Princess had been cursed.
“Cursed?” Galadra gasped. “ Why would anyone do such a thing? Who would be so…evil?!” She held her oversized stomach as the notion sank in. Cursed! Her baby, the heir, placed under a curse to prevent it from being born. The sheer depravity of the idea made her feel ill and the blood run from her face. The Crown Prince, seated beside her, wrapped his arms around her as she slumped against his chest. Though his face was a mask of composure inside he was seething with rage. His father the Emperor was not as controlled.
“Are you positive?” he growled, slamming his fist on the arm of his throne, “ Such accusations cannot be thrown about on a whim! I know how the Court loves to gossip and prattle about. I hope you haven’t decided to join in!”
“Your Majesty, I have taken this matter quite seriously and have not allowed the idle whispers of others to influence my findings,” the Mage replied. “ That fact is that her Highness the Crown Princess is under a powerful curse which is preventing the child from being born. This is a very strong and deep magic; not your typical ‘hedge witch’ hexing. Whomever placed this curse is not playing around.”
“How do we break it?” Toric asked in a low, calm voice.
“The only way to break it is to find the one who placed it upon the Princess,” the Court Mage replied. “From the nature of the curse, I suspect that the culprit is not far from the capitol. Maybe even within the palace. With a curse like this, the afflicted must be monitored by the caster to ensure the effectiveness of the magic and possibly control its effects.”
“ If it’s within the royal house…then I am not safe!” cried Galadra. “ Nor is our child!”
Emperor Gavius angrily rose to his feet. “ All military units and battle magi are required to hunt for this…treacherous bastard! Do whatever it takes, any means necessary! No one will rest until I have them brought before me.”
“Your Excellency,” added the Mage in a softer tone, “ It is my…personal suspicion…that whoever placed the curse on the Princess most likely was acting on someone else’s orders.”
Gavius’ eyes narrowed. “You don’t mean…the Drakkonen?”
“No, no, no,” the Mage quickly replied in an effort to avoid an all-out war, “I was thinking someone…close to the Royal House. A blood-traitor.”
“Blood-traitor,” Toric softly hissed. “ Someone who wants control of the line of Succession…?”
“You’re not accusing your brother Matthias?!” Galadra exclaimed, but Toric shook his head.
“No, not him, but someone else perhaps?”
“My son would never….” The Emperor roared before pausing momentarily. Maybe not his own children, but someone else could be the culprit. Perhaps in one of the other Houses. He looked at his Court Mage “Treachery within the branch families?”
“ It wouldn’t be the first time” replied the Mage. He stepped closer to the Emperor and lowered his voice. “Remember the horrible feud between your grandfather and his brother?”
“That matter was settled years ago,” Toric replied, “ They acknowledged they have no claim to the throne, on paper and before the court as it were.” He leaned towards his father in concern. “Do you think they may have been plotting something like this all along? Our own blood?”
“If one cannot trust one’s own family,” the Emperor heavily replied, “ then who can one trust?”
That evening the Crown Prince held his wife in his arms as she sobbed in despair.
“What are we going to do?” she cried as Toric tried to soothe her. “ If they’re here in the palace then we must flee but even then…” she looked down at her massive belly, “ I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give birth. It’s grown so big I fear it won’t pass! Oh god, Toric!” Galadra buried her face into her husband’s chest and wept bitterly. Toric felt a wave of rage slowing building up inside; Galadra and their coming child were the only two people he felt any love for. She was the only one who could keep what he called his ‘darkness’ at bay but to see her, and their child, like this made the blackness inside of him surge once more. He held her tightly as she continued to cry and all he could think of was murderous vengeance and rage.
“ They will be found,” he softly said, “ They will be found and I will personally see to them. Nobody will get away such…”
“ But the baby,” Galadra looked up into her husband’s face. “ Can you see to that as well?” Toric gently placed a hand on the swell of her abdomen. He felt the baby move inside and for the first time in his life he felt completely helpless. Was there nothing either he or anyone in the Empire could do? Even if they did catch the caster would it be enough? Would they be able to have the size reduced? Feeling the baby stir ignited in him determination. He could not fail; somehow their child and royal heir would be born and his wife unharmed.
“ My love,” he took her face in his hands. “ I swear on the Empire and my life that no harm will come to either you or our child. I will see to that.”
“But how can you swear as much?” she asked. She looked down at her gravid stomach in despair as the baby continued to move around in its confined space. “ No amount of magic can help us now…” She watched her stomach shift beneath the tight fabric of her gown, as if the baby trying to push out of her womb. Galadra gently rubbed the spot in a effort to sooth its movements as well as give her body a little peace. Toric placed his hand on hers and began to kiss his wife’s face. Gala softly moaned and returned his love. She knew what would come next and in this hour of despair it was a welcomed oasis of respite.
A while later the Crown Prince was possessing the heavily pregnant princess from behind as she knelt on all fours in her bed. Toric’s hands cradled her pendulous belly as it swayed with the rhythm of their bodies and thrust himself into his wife with desire. Although he knew it to be futile, he prayed silently that maybe this time her pains would begin. Galadra moaned in pleasure and gripped the silken bed sheets in her slender fingers. She threw her head back and caught their reflections in the mirror opposite the side of the bed: an erotic tableau of sex and pregnancy. Toric caught her eye in the reflection and for a moment they watched themselves in action.
“ Harder, Toric,” Gala gasped, “ Fuck me as hard as you can!”
“But the baby,” he protested but the princess shook her head.
“Don’t hold back anymore! Toric, break my waters!” she desperately cried. “ I want to give birth, damnit!”
The prince grit his teeth and began to thrust into his wife with wild abandon, his cock slamming repeatedly into Galadra’s closed cervix. He had never been this rough with his wife, always worried about the well being of their baby, but Toric was just as desperate to save their child as his wife. Galadra emitted a long, low moan from the sensation as she moved in rhythm with her husband’s violent thrusts. Toric’s grip on her belly tightened, hands pressing into the taut skin of her midsection. He could feel the baby squirming in protest from chaotic movements and penetration. Toric closed his eyes…
“Please…please…” he silently prayed to no one.
Galadra no longer felt pleasure in the moment; sex was now a last-ditch effort to force her cursed womb into labor. She felt hot tears of frustration trickle down her cheeks and mingle with the sheen of sweat on her face.
“Come, on, COME ON!” She cried in despair as she bucked harder against Toric’s body. The baby’s movements were becoming more frantic as well and it that moment all three were working together in combination to bring about Galadra’s pains. Their efforts were, of course, in vain.
Afterwards the the damp bodies of the royal couple lay entwined upon the bed. Toric massaged Galadra’s bare stomach as she silently laid her head on his chest. The baby was still restless from before and the swell of her belly rippled from the movements. Galadra softly moaned and shifted her tired body into a more comfortable place as her husband rubbed the underside of her belly.
“ What if they never find the traitor,” she softly said, “ and the curse can’t be lifted?” she looked up into Toric’s eyes. “I can’t…go on like this.”
“ Don’t say such things, Gala,” he replied, “I told you-”
“No Toric, I mean it,” she took his hand off her stomach, “I can’t go on like this.”
To Be Continued…
–L. Wyvernic