Imagine you're a servant turned Concubine for the King. You've grown impossibly large with his baby to the point that even walking causes sharp strikes of pain to stab into your lower half. You were sure you would go into labor soon, what with the periodic contractions and lowering bump. But labor, as frightening as it was for you to thinking about dropping such a big baby, was not your concern now.
It was the king and his appetite for you. He loomed over you in your servants quarters, letting his hands freely glide over your stomach and engorged tits. His trousers were dramatically tented outward, ready to indulge.
"Please," you whimper, with both hands beneath your over taxed belly. "I'm getting too many contractions now."
The King's gaze burnt through you. He drew the tarp like sleepshirt you wore over your giant bump, exposing the low hanging mass of flesh you carried on you. It was painfully lopsided now, one side of your underbelly was visibly rounded out while the top of your belly. The royal physician couldn't tell if you baby was massive or if you just had two very large twins. You didn't want to entertain either idea.
The king looked at your bump lustfully, drinking in the product of his work with pride. The drawn tight belly button, the deeply grooved stretchmarks, the way it made your body look dwarfed. He loved it.
"A good manservant serves his king. Do I need to remind you what your purpose is here? The consequences of not doing your duty?"
You hesitate, then shake your head.
"Good. Turn around."
Slowly, you turn your back to your king and in an instant his palm collides with your back, forcing you face first into your bed. The weight of your free hanging belly being drawn down makes your back protest, but there was no break between that and the king driving his cock into your pussy. There was no slow build up or foreplay, his pace was vervent and hungry like starving beast. Your small room was filled with the cries the King enjoyed hearing so much from his concubines in this state of pregnancy.
Your cervix, already straining to keep your waters and heavy headed baby in, is bludgeoned by the kings cock. Even, small streams of fluid dripped between your thighs from your water bag. The king grips your shoulders and pulls you back up to standing, making the weight of your babe fall back into your hips and further into the collision of his thrusts.
"You're so wet for me, gods above." The king whispered beneath your cries.
Sputtering gasps escape your throat with each strong thrust. More of your water bag began to split. He was gonna break them and when he did you weren't sure he would stop. The king was a man possessed. The pressure behind your abused cervix builds to a sickening height, your belly straines around your womb, outlining your huge cargo.
"I-its happening, s-stop my king!" You shriek.
The king only answers your plea with a low grumble of desire. And it's already too late. A burst of fluid shoots out of your filled pussy, sending your body into a fit of spasms. And to your horror and expectation, the king does not stop.
((Holy shit this is driving me INSANE (and warning for continued non-con + fetal ejection))
I lost count of how many times I screamed that the babe needed to come, that he was hurting me, that I was pushing. Nothing could slow him down. My body was desperate to bring new life into the world but the process was blocked by his lust and desire to feel my contractions squeeze his heavy cock.
People stopped to listen when they passed the servants quarters. The rapid clapping of skin hitting skin and the anguish of childbirth was clear and those who dropped babes before were sympathetic, but could offer no help.
The bulges of his burden's body beneath my skin grew more pronounced as a contraction took hold and kept building and building. It didn't stop like the rest of them and neither did the urge to push. My hand flew down to cup a mound that stuck out under my belly button. Something wasn't right.
"M-my-my kingā" I was his thrusts, the endless contraction, and the desperate need to birth his child "āsomething... something's wrongāAUGH!"
He threw me onto my side and yanked my leg up until it was next to my face that was wet and puffy from crying while he drilled into my hole. The contraction must've been putting insane amounts of pressure on his cock as the walls while the walls of my pussy constricted his swollen member because he went faster and harder, but I couldn't even cry anymore. Being on my side with my leg in the position it was in now, all I could do was PUSH.
He looked down with pride at the muscles and veins in my neck bulging and trembling with effort, my belly bulging with the huge babies he pounded into me as the overwhelming contraction caused it to jump repeatedly as it couldn't shrink any more than it had, and my bruised, pulsating pussy that would soon be full of his heir.
A huge, calloused hand latched on to a bulge in my middle and he leaned in, pressing more of his weight onto my heavily laboring body. I twisted and writhed and my eyes rolled back as he finished with his hardest thrusts. And to top it off, he pressed a big, warm thumb onto my enlarged clit and that was all it took to tip me over the edge.
We both screamed and howled with our orgasms. My pussy spasms and the contraction milking his cock for everything he had. This was the most I'd ever felt him pump into me and I could feel the warmth of his cum leaking out of my hole around his dick, as I was too full with baby for it to occupy my pussy. The contraction wwould've pushed the rest of it out with the head anyway.
He went limp and yanked himself out roughly, water rushing out along with him. I yelped at the sudden emptiness but within seconds, my birth canal was refilled by a huge baby. I could finally give into the desperate urge to deliver as he watched panting with heavy eyelids while I struggled.
"Push!" His voice boomed but he didn't have to tell me. Despite the size of the baby, it came flying out within a single push, gushing water all over it's father in front of me and almost landing in his lap.
My eyes rolled back and my body gave me no time to prepare for the second. It was larger but came just as fast. I shook and screeched as the child passed quickly with another burst of fluid, landing right next to it's sibling. The relief I felt was instant and the endless contraction dwindled down to a mere ache as I cried along with the babies that were now attached to me with cords that needed to be cut.
The king chuckled cruelly as he lifted both babies in his hands, smiling at the weight. "Two big healthy sons. Look what you gave me, my boy."
He shoved them both onto my chest and I scrambled to hold them in my arms. He leaned in and kissed me. When I didn't return it, he pulled back looking angry. "What? Without me you'd have been pushing for days on those heads."
As much as I hated to admit it, there was a silver lining to being fucked hard through labor. Instead of the slow agony of pushing on two babies that would've gotten stuck at multiple points, they came in less than a minute after the father pulled out of my overstimulated pussy.
"Say thank you." He demanded in a tone that frightened me.
"Thank you, my king."
And when he leaned in for another kiss, I returned it no matter how gross I felt after everything I'd been through in the past hour. I only felt a hint of lust, of something more when he deepened it, but I knew it was just post-birth hormones.
Speaking of post-birth, I felt my uterus cramp again as it began to pass the after birth. I flinched when I felt him touch my stomach and gently rub where his babies protruded out of me.
"I will breed you again in two month's time and the next will be bigger. Do you understand?"
My voice cracked and I choked down a rock in my throat at the thought of going through this again. "Yes, my king."
What choice did I have?
((Anon, you're everything to me))
