Would love to see a twink boy already breastfeeding two hungry Orc babies and painfully swollen and overdue with the next two only for their Orc husband to break their water and them screaming out the next two hungry mouths to feed
Derek built Elliot a house deep in the woods, far away from anyone who might judge a human for marrying an orc. They have a good life, with a garden and a big porch and a growing brood of children. Their next one is coming any day--should have come a week ago--but Elliot is too busy to give birth anyway.
The twins lean on either side of his belly, sucking on his chapped nipples. Their teeth have come in, but they refuse to be weaned. It hurts to feed them, and it hurts more to deny them. His breasts haven't been dry in years, and they've swollen even larger with another imminent delivery, ready to provide for another hungry mouth. He's already unsure how they'll feed the other children through the winter.
Derek puts their older toddler to bed while the sevens--twins as well--put themselves to bed, taking their responsibilities as oldest children very seriously. Their five year old daughter lisps around her baby tusks, recounting her adventures in the garden.
Watching Derek be a father is the greatest joy of Elliot's life, and he'll endure annual labor pains and chapped nipples and aching hips to watch it over and over again.
As if in answer, a contraction ripples through him. It's his fifth pregnancy, and if the last pregnancy was true to pattern, he'll be squatting to give birth in less than an hour. He catches his husband's eye and mouths, "It's time."
Derek plucks the babies off of Elliot and puts them into their crib, and then bundles their daughter away. It only takes him fifteen minutes, but Elliot's contractions are only five minutes apart by the time Derek guides him across their farm and into the barn.
Elliot groans and leans against the wall, massaging his belly as the baby kicks. It has settled lower, nestled in Elliot's wide hips. It was hard at first, his slim frame straining under the weight of orc children, but his bones have spread with each passing year. He's so grateful he found a husband eager to help him fulfil his purpose.
Derek pushes Elliot's robe down. It wraps in the front, giving easy access to his milk filled breasts and sagging belly. This might be his biggest belly yet, a huge orb that's hid his feet for the last 4 months and brushes his knees when he sits. Derek massages it, then pulls out lotion to soothe chapped breasts.
"You're so hot like this," Derek groans. He squeezes a nipple between his massive fingers, and Elliot whimpers. It hurts, and shoots electricity right to his cunt. His belly ripples, and Derek presses worshipful kisses to it.
He works both of Elliot's breasts, so full they spill over his orc's wide palms. Derek praises him, licks across his nipples, then rubs lotion across Elliot's dome. He teases the line between navel and cunt, right where he knows Elliot likes it, and the overdue twink moans.
"I'm already close, honey," he warns.
"Close to cumming, or close to letting me meet our new baby?"
Derek slides a finger along Elliot's wet folds, avoiding his dick. "Let's see if I can get both accomplished at once, then." Elliot can't see his husband's smirk past his belly, but he can hear it in his voice.
Derek turns him around and positions him over a work bench. It's covered in soft blankets and pillows, already prepared for Elliot to give birth without waking the children. Elliot grips the edge and braces himself as Derek pushes in, sheathing himself in one slick motion.
It doesn't matter how stretched Elliot's cunt is from six children, or how wet he is from his husband's touch, there's always an initial stretch from Derek's cock. He's just that girthy, the twisted vein pushing against Elliot's walls.
Two pumps and Elliot is cumming, cunt clenching as his husband keeps pounding. What they say about orc stamina is true, and Derek keeps going through another two contractions, keeping up a steady stream of growled praise. Elliot can't reach his dick to rub it, so he focuses on the feeling of being filled, of serving his husband, of being a breeder to be proud of.
A third contraction has his belly red and firm, and there's pressure on his cervix that means he needs to push. "Babe--"
"I'm so close honey, and you're so good to me, so warm--"
"Babe!" Elliot half sobs, and Derek pulls out, his cock dragging along every overstimulated inch of Elliot's tunnel. Elliot's waters gush out too, spilling down his legs and soaking the hay at his feet.
"You're moving so fast," Derek says. "You're so good at this." He guides Elliot down to his knees, which puts him at eye level with his husband's wilting erection. He reached forwards and holds himself up against Derek's corded thighs.
"Fuck my tits," he says, then whimpers with another contraction.
"Now!" Elliot insists. He'll wait a little longer; he never wants to miss an opportunity to watch the way Derek takes himself in hand, the way his eyes flutter shut with pleasure. He lifts his heavy breasts and slots Derek's cock in between them, rubbing.
"M so close," Derek grunts, and Elliot bends his chin, swallows down pump after pump of fertile seed, so much it spills down his chin.
Elliot wipes his lips, but then he wobbles as he feels their baby's head spreading his lips open. It hurts, every time, but Derek takes his hand, talks him gently through it as Elliot strains. The baby is too big for a human to carry, shoulders splitting apart his pelvis, but somehow he manages, like he always does. He screams as Derek gently catches the baby slipping between his thighs. Elliot leans back against the bench of pillows, and Derek places the baby on his chest.
The little infant wails, and eagerly latches to a nipple. Elliot cries with the miracle of it. "He's perfect," he whispers. He's huge, rolls of fat on all his little limbs. He's a bit bigger than their toddler was, and she was fourteen pounds.
"I'm so proud of you," Derek replies. "I could watch you do this forever."
Elliot meets his eyes, knowing that they'll be doing this again in a year. Elliot knows better, knows they should wait until they have more money, a better farm. But Derek is watching him with equal parts heat and adoration, and that's too good of an argument to refuse.
Elliot's belly contracts again, and he moans in surprise. When he presses down on sore skin, he feels an unmistakable kick. Lucky Derek gets to watch this twice in one night, again.
Already, Elliot is crowning. He arches his back and whimpers as Derek spreads his knees wider. Elliot sobs as bruised flesh is compressed again, as this second, larger baby forces its way out. His breast already ache with the thought of four hungry mouths dependent on his body. But Derek is delighted, laughing with wonder at how fertile his husband is as he guides their eighth child into the world.
Elliot is growing three more before these twins cut their teeth.
