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Xena's Unexpected Desire

Madame de Montespan Birthing in Secret

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The use of AI in this blog is limited to image generation, just to have some graphic content to present the stories.

As english is not the author's mother tongue, AI is also used in some partial translations.

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Mom's Punishment - Part 3

In your thirty-seventh week, this secret desire of yours gets even more intense. As Maya said, your baby dropped during one night. When you woke up, you felt it easier to breathe and that something had changed on your pelvis. When you got in front of the bathroom mirror, you saw how your belly was hanging lower. When Maya checked you a couple of days later, she assured that the child was engaged head first and everything was looking great. 

You spent twelve more days in this new shape. It made you waddle around, managing the increasing weight of the now lower child and the fact of having her head deeper in your bones. People keep staring at you wherever you go, kind of wondering how a woman looking more than ready to pop is confident enough to keep a normal routine. Every time you see yourself reflected in some store window, you get kind of the same feeling. You also start getting regular Braxton Hicks contractions, which take your breath out for a moment. This, together with the constant need to pee caused by the lack of space left in you, makes the wish of this pregnancy ending turn into a need.

You have to wait, though, until being deep in the fortieth week for your labor to start. The contractions start getting more painful one given morning, coming, at the beginning, thirty minutes apart. 

After the third one, you are pretty sure that you might be in labor. You then decide to get a good breakfast and take some more rest, to be ready for what’s about to come. After breakfast, you decide to take a quick shower. Naked in the bathroom, before getting in the shower, another contraction comes. You must take some deep breaths, the pain is manageable but intrusive, and you are excited to see how your belly gets tight. 

After the shower, you get out of the bathroom wearing only a sports bra and panties and with your low belly getting out the lightweight robe you are wearing over them. You find Abby getting out of her room, just woken up.

“Abby, good morning, don’t freak out but I’m in labor. I’ve already had about five regular contractions.”

“Shall we make a call to Maya?”

“Oh, no. There’s still time. They are still thirty minutes apart. By now, just get yourself ready, I’m gonna try and get some more rest.”

She comes closer and grabs your exposed belly. Shortly after, without saying anything more, she leaves.

You are side-lying on your bed, trying to fall asleep, but you can’t stop the thoughts coming to your mind. Your life has already changed a lot but, in a matter of hours, you’ll have a little child to take care of. Now, this second chance in motherhood is more real than any time before. These thoughts get blurred when another contraction hits. “Hhhooofff…. hhoofff….” This one is more painful. You grab the cushion your head is resting in firmly with one hand as the other hand goes to your belly. When the tightness fades away, you check the clock. The time between contractions has now gone down to twenty minutes. 

The sudden progression of the contractions is concerning. You decide to wait for another one to come to be really sure before contacting Maya, but you also decide to start being active. Abby finds you doing gentle bounces and circular hip moves on the yoga ball. 

“The last contraction was twenty minutes apart. If they keep coming closer together, we’ll call Maya.” You inform her.

A minute before the twenty-minute mark, a new wave comes. “A contraction… Oooooooohhhh…” You move instinctively forward, to the floor. In your hands and knees, rocking back and forth, trying to ease the pain. Your belly stays tight around the unborn child for almost a minute, taking a strange shape, almost flat at the sides.

“Alright Mom, I’m calling Maya.” You don’t answer back, still making deep breaths. “Maya? Hi, it's Abby here, Shannon is in labor… Just a few contractions, but are coming quickly closer together… No, her waters haven't broken yet… Yes, so strong. The last one got her to the floor, she made low groans through them…” You need to be part of the conversation with Maya, so after understanding your signals, Abby adds. “Maya, I’m putting you on the speaker, so Shannon can hear you too.”

“Shannon, Abby told me the contractions are strong…” Maya asks you directly.

“Yes, they are not just gentle cramps. I have to focus completely on enduring them once they come.”

“Looks like you are in real labor, but the contractions you just described seem more like the ones you’ll get in active labor. I know it’s odd, but would you let Abby check how dilated you are? It will help me understand where you are in the process.”

“I’ll try to do it myself.” You answer. Abby will do really raw things today, but maybe penetrating her own mother is something evitable.

“Don’t forget to use gloves. Drive two fingers deep in until reaching the cervix, it will be extremely sensitive. Then gently try to feel how open it is.”

You put a glove in your right hand and, while sitting at the edge of the bed, you move it to your pussy. Getting to touch it has gotten harder as your belly grew larger above it, but you manage to get your wrist between your low bump and your slightly spread leg. Then, you push two fingers inside your pussy. Slowly but steady, deeper parts of your canal get opened as your fingers reach their destination. Once you hit your cervix, you let out a gasp, but you fight the discomfort while trying to get the answer you needed. 

You get your fingers out and, before your eyes, you open them again as far apart as just have been opened inside you. Looking at the wet gloves, you say to the phone. “It looks like I’m about six centimeters dilated!” You say with both excitement and surprise.

Then a sudden contraction comes. “Aaahh…  Ooooooooofffff…..” And a sudden pressure releases in your pelvis as a flush of water soaks the bed and, running down your legs, the carpet. “SHIT! My water just broke! AAAAHHH…” When the contraction is over, you check the clock. “Maya, my water just broke, and this contraction came just thirteen minutes after the last one, please come here, things are going fast.”

“Sure Shannon, I’ll get everything ready and I’ll be on my way there in a few minutes. But you two should be prepared, with the rhythm this labor is progressing and the morning traffic I’ll find on my way, I may not make it there on time. Abby, I know you’ve been learning about the birthing process, now your mother needs you to stay calmed and supportive. Shannon, you know you can do this. You are brave and more determined to have a natural birth than most of my other patients. Trust in yourself, you also know what to do, just remind yourself you're powerful.”

When the call ended, you and Abby stayed in silence for about a minute. This was not the plan, you are getting a bit anxious for the possible unassisted birth that you are about to face. Having a home birth was an experience wild enough even with a midwife to assist but a free birth seems almost crazy. You keep diving in these thoughts as the contraction fades away. Then, while you pant, trying to rest, Abby suddenly steps forward to take some control.

“Well mom, I’m gonna fill the tub for you to face this birth. I’ve read that water might help. Everything will be alright.” She kisses your forehead in a way she had never done before, she is worried about you though she is trying to stay focused, so she is behaving kind of maternal.

The following contractions keep the same accelerated rhythm with increasing pain, so it feels great to sink your body in the warm water of the tub. You lay in it, with your legs spread as wide as the walls allow you to. The baby seems definitely lower now, about to begin descending through your pelvis.

The discomfort of each pain makes you try to find positions to better handle it. You constantly change from side-lying with your back arched, to a semi reclined position with your knees far apart. Though it feels good to be in the water, you don’t like to find your instinct to spread your legs wide to be limited by little space between the walls. Also, when you are facing a contraction, the rapid breathing and the gentle back and forth moves cause the water to get too turbulent for what’s supposed to be a calmed place to be. 

Abby doesn’t pay much attention to all your complaints, but she stays by your side, passing a towel over your sweaty face and forehead. Then, suddenly, a new contraction comes just a bit less than six minutes after the last one. This one brings a new sensation, an urge to bear down and push to the pain. You instinctively move both your feet out of the tub, letting them hang from the knees supported at the tub’s edge. Your hands grab your tight belly and your chin goes to your chest. “UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH…” 

“MOM! Are you pushing already!? You can’t!” Abby says when she realizes the change in your response to the constant contractions.

“Hof hof… I must. I need to. This baby is coming!” You reply between deep breaths, recovering from the effort of that first long push.

“Really? Are you feeling it coming?” That question has a terrible answer. In that push you haven’t felt any progress at all.

“No… I have to get back to bed. I can’t do this in the tub.” You consider that you need more freedom of movement to face the following phase of this labor. 

The walk to the bed is not easy. Though you do it fast enough to not get hit by a contraction before getting to the bed, the feeling of fullness in your pelvis makes it hard to walk steadily. 

Now, being on your hands and knees on the bed, the urge to push comes again. “UUNNNGGGHHHH….” With the gravity by your side, this time the baby begins its descent and it moves down through your bones. “It’s working!” You shout more from the surprise than to inform Abby.

“Alright mommy, you can do it! Keep pushing” She gets convinced that the time to push has come and decides to offer all her support.

The next contraction comes almost immediately after, or at least it's how it feels like. You tightly grab the bedsheets with your hands, but also bite them once the urge comes again. The following powerful pushes bring the baby almost at the exit of the birthing canal. Your pussy bulges in the shape of the head about to be born. And Abby can see it, a little dark teardrop shape in the middle of your folds.

“The baby is here mom! I can see it! Keep pushing, it’s almost done!” 

At the next push, your pussy begins to part around the dark shape that’s forcing its way out. Each push and breath you do can be seen in it, as it seems to be beating in and out while slowly becoming larger. Push after push, the shape turns more circular. The painful burning sensation is almost unbearable, so your controlled grunts turn into loud screams. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH…. GET IT OUT!”

“Come on mom, it will be over soon. Just one last effort!”

You can't stand the pain. The baby feels about to fall off from between your legs, but it’s kept in place by your insufficiently stretched pussy. “I fucking hate you! You did this to me!” Shouting at Abby seems to distract yourself from the exhausting labor. It may not be fair but she pays no attention, understanding that your anger is not really true but a result of the pain you are clearly feeling. 

“AAAAAAAAAAGGGGNNNHHHHH……” You push again when the next contraction comes. “AAAAAAGGGGGHHHH….. AAAAAAAAAH…. Ahhhhh” The baby reaches full crown and then the head pops out. “Hof…. OH, god…”

“Great mom, you did it! The head's out.”

You drive a hand to the painful spot between your legs to feel it, though it is already clear that something has appeared between your thighs.

 “Alright mom, you must not push for the next contraction, or you’ll risk getting the baby stuck”

Easier said than done. The urge to push is more intense than ever, you bury your head in the bedsheets, biting them while doing quick short breaths. The whole baby’s body rotates in you as you feel the head do the same between your hands. It’s the first time you feel something more than pain, you are excited and so proud of your body, you feel powerful.

With the baby ready to be fully born, you give what you expect to be the last push. Your folds, which have quickly closed around the baby’s neck, are forced to be stretched again, to let the shoulders free and the rest of the baby to follow. You push with all your efforts, but it’s not enough and the baby comes back inside once the contraction is over.

“Mom, get upright, let gravity help you. You almost did it!”

Following her instructions, you leave your hands from the baby’s head to help yourself get upright, still on your knees. “I don’t like it. My legs are too close.  UUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH….” Your complaints get interrupted, you instinctively raise your right leg, letting it rest just on the foot and you give your last push.

The baby comes out to Abby’s hands with a flush of fluids. Once she has it secured, you let yourself fall to your left, exhausted and joyful.

“It’s a girl mom, I have a sister!”

She gives the newborn to you. You’ve had another daughter. “Look at her, she’s perfect. What do you think about naming her Naomi?”

At that moment the bell rings. Maya has just arrived. Abby goes downstairs to open the door and soon after, she rushes in the room. Apologizing for being late, she checks Naomi and you. After shortly telling her how the birth had quickly evolved, she congratulates Abby for her job and you for your bravery.

She cuts the cord and helps you deliver the afterbirth, then, with no more significant job to do, she leaves, letting you and Abby enjoy the new member of the family.

This pregnancy had a crazy beginning, but the birth has been an unforgettable experience. Despite the pain, you had just what you wanted, a home birth. Even better, and almost unassisted birth with the only help of who had been the only important person of your life. 

Even though it may have been risky to not have Maya by your side, you are grateful for having been able to deliver that quickly. You were really worried to face the same birth experience as some other mommies who shared theirs, laboring for a whole day and pushing for several hours just to bring the baby to crown. 

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Mom's Punishment - Part 2

In the following weeks, you were focused on the preparations of the move. A real estate agency has already found a couple interested in buying your house, and you have paid a deposit for another lovely house. There is a twelve-hours ride between them, so you expect it to be far enough to keep your secret.

All these preparations for moving to another town were mixed with regular visits to the doctor, the same one that confirmed your pregnancy. At these early stages, all he does is give you some general recommendations and medicines, not so different from the ones you followed in your first pregnancy. 

Once everything is ready, being you at the end of your first trimester, you find yourself standing in front of your now old home. Your belly is barely starting to show, not even noticeable for anyone not knowing it, so little you even doubt it has really grown when you look at your naked figure in the bathroom’s mirror. By now, the morning sickness is the main evidence of your condition.

Abby is by your side as you take a final look at the place she grew up in. Shortly after, you start the one-way trip to a new life.

Your new house is quite similar to the last one, with the kitchen and the living room on the first floor and the bedrooms upstairs. It has an extra bedroom and the living room is a bit bigger, as the prices in this place were lower, you were able to afford this extra space and even pay some extra money for getting the first floor furnished.

You consider it the perfect place to start this new life. The living room is so cozy that the idea of a home birth easily gets into your mind. It seems the perfect thing to do. Compared to the idea of being locked in a hospital’s birthing room, where there would be a bunch of unknown nurses watching you endure the pain of labor and treating your just as “the patient of the 764”, in this place you will feel safe, being with Abby, if she agrees to, and with a midwife. 

This room will become a sacred place, where you would live the most intense experience a woman can live. And you’ll be the only protagonist of that story, there won’t be other laboring mommas screaming in pain and disrupting your experience.

You keep a normal routine for about two months, doing the usual periodic visits to a new doctor, and feeling your belly grow. Then, at the beginning of your sixth month, you confess your desired birth idea to Abby.

“Are you really sure about it, mom?” She reacts quite nervously. 

“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, this is what I want.” You are determined to do it that way.

“But aren’t hospital births safer?” 

“Not necessary. Look, the hospital is within a twenty-minute ride, it will always be an option if it’s needed. But a birth doesn’t need to be a medical procedure, birth is a natural process, and it’s been done at home for many centuries.”

“Yes, when there were no hospitals!” 

“Abby, I understand your doubts. I’ve had them myself. Why don’t we do this? I’m planning to meet with a midwife, you can come, let’s see what she tells us.”

She ends up agreeing, telling that she would accompany you to that visit anyway. The midwife you’re meeting is a young woman named Maya. You got her number from a pregnant woman you met at your doctor’s waiting room. She was there to get some medical analysis but confessed she was planning a home birth. You asked her for more information so she gave you Maya’s contact. She told you that she already assisted in her first birth, about two years ago.

Maya came to your house because she doesn't have any office or clinic to do the visits. That’s the point of having a midwife, you suppose, she will come to help you at your favorite place.

“Hello Maya, I’m Shannon and she is Abby, my daughter. Please, come in.” You guide her to the living room, where you all take a seat.

“Well Shannon, let’s begin. I’m gonna ask you some questions, if you don’t mind. Just to know more about you and your pregnancy.” She starts.

“Sure.” You are more than ready.

“I see this is not your first pregnancy.” She looks towards Abby. “How many other pregnancies have you had?”

“Just one, she is by now my only daughter.”

“Alright.” She keeps a bright, interested look, not taking any notes, just focusing on your answers. “Have you suffered any miscarriage in your life?”

“No, and I’ve never had an abortion either.”

“And how far along are you now? I see you are clearly showing a beautiful bump.” She smiles looking at the tightness in your jumper around your belly.

“I’m in my twenty-fifth week now” As you answer, you drive both your hands to your belly.

“And have you gone to any medical visits or have you gone unmedicated in this pregnancy?”

“I’ve been having regular appointments with two doctors, one from the town we lived before and one from this town.”

“Alright, and is everything looking good? Anything to worry about?”

“Well, my age seems to be the main focus of concern. I’ve even been told not to have a natural birth and consider having a planned C-section.” 

“How old are you?”

“I’m forty years old.”

“Well, yes, when talking about pregnancy, you are not young. However, that doesn’t mean that a natural birth is impossible at your age. Of course there are risks related to age, but having a good plan to go to the hospital if needed should be enough if you are willing to have a natural home birth. Also, being this your second pregnancy, it should not be that much concerning. So, have you thought about where you want to have your child, here at home, or maybe somewhere outdoors?”

“Oh no, at home, right here. I consider it natural enough!” you smile.

“Sure, and have you been told the gender of the child? Well, I’m assuming there’s only one child, am I wrong?”

“No, not at all. There’s just one baby in there, at least that’s what the doctors said, and I hope they’re right. About the gender, I preferred it to be a surprise.”

“Alright. Well, then I have nothing more to say. I suppose you have many questions, but let me give you this.” She takes a card out of her pocket. “It has my webpage where you can watch some births I assisted, of course all the videos are posted with the mother’s consent. There is also some information about the way I understand the birth process. Take a look, explore as deep as you want, and we can meet the day after tomorrow to discuss anything you want to, and decide whether you want my services or not.” 

After saying this, she stands up and, giving a cordial goodbye, she leaves. 

That afternoon, you were in front of your laptop, sitting at the dining table. Diving into the content of Maya’s webpage you were feeling an overwhelming amount of mixed feelings. You have seen a couple of videos, you have seen womanhood in an extraordinary new way, you have seen raw births, you have seen laboring mommas being respected and almost adored. The determination and courage to have a home birth has increased almost immediately, but so has the fear. 

Before these videos, you remembered your own experience, you already had a clear idea of what birth implies, but seeing it was shocking. The videos gave you a new perspective about birth. Of course, you have seen birth videos before, and even some realistic birth scenes, but not being pregnant, not planning your own birth, not home births as the one you are planning to have. One hand of yours goes instinctively to the lower part of your belly as you watch a woman pushing and making some screams between pushes while her vagina bugles around the unstoppable baby’s head. In the last video, the woman is squatting and reclined over the sofa as she does the final pushes. With evident effort, she brings the baby to a full crown before getting the head out and, after taking some deep breaths with the baby halfway out of her, she births it completely in a powerful push. You pause the video just after the baby is born, and your sight gets lost looking at your own sofa, imagining yourself there, pushing, breathing, opening up, feeling your baby move down and out, with Abby and Maya by your side.

That marvelous thought gets suddenly interrupted when Abby rushes down the stairs. When she gets by your side she is almost in shock.

“Abby, darling, what’s happening?” You ask taking one of her hands as she sits by your side.

“Oh mom, I’ve been checking out Maya’s website and…” Tears fell down her face.

“No Abby, don’t you worry, I saw the videos too. I know they’re raw…”

“It’s not just that!” She interrupts you. “I feel terribly sorry mom…”

“What are you talking about?” You don’t understand what’s happening. She wipes away the tears from her face and looks at you.

“Everything is my fault.” She looks back to the table, not being able to keep eye contact. “All this situation is my fault. Your pregnancy is my fault.” You don’t have a clue of what she is referring to, so you wait for her to continue. “Mom, I caused your pregnancy.”

“What?”

“Oh mom, I was so stupid! I once saw Logan’s car parked in front of our home and, when I got in, I heard the two of you having sex. I couldn’t believe it until I silently went upstairs and saw you with your legs to the air and Logan between them. I was so angry with you that I punched a hole in your diaphragm. I knew you used them because you told me about them when you warned me about the importance of contraceptive methods. I just thought that after having sex you would check the diaphragm and, after discovering its leaks, you would get a morning-after pill.” She reveals all this information speaking fast.

“Wait, wait. What are you talking about? Why…”

“There’s no reason why mom. It was stupid! I supposed that a pregnancy scare would make you reconsider your relationship with Logan.”

“Abby, that makes no sense! And why are you saying it now?”

“I was shocked when you told me you were pregnant, but you seemed so happy about it that I decided to keep this to myself. But now I saw those births. Mom, at school I once saw a birth video, but it was a woman in a hospital. She was making efforts but, though the video was graphic, it was kind of calmed. The video I’ve just seen has nothing to do with that! That woman was almost out of her mind, screaming, changing positions apparently to get the shoulders free. I didn’t want you to suffer that much.”

These revelations would have probably made you so angry with her a couple of months ago, but not now. This pregnancy is making you have a new aim in your life so you find it easy to forgive Abby.

“Abby, look, as I’ve told you before, I consider this pregnancy almost a blessing. I’ve done bad thighs too. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ve seen some of the videos and I loved them. Of course labor and birth is not a pleasant experience, but it is the inevitable bridge between the wonderful worlds of pregnancy and motherhood. The best we can do now is get ready for it. I would love you being by my side.”

“Of course mom. I’ll try to do everything to become the best birthing partner ever!”

After that afternoon full of emotions, Abby became fully dedicated to your birth preparations. The second meeting with Maya gave you a clear way to begin working. She gave you a book full of exercises, you must now try to spend one hour a day doing them. She told you that it would improve your strength and would make it easier to endure the labor. The book also suggested ways to get yourself ready to endure the pain, providing mental tricks that must be tested confronting uncomfortable situations like holding ice for a long time. Abby became the perfect couple to have during all these preparations. She does all those exercises together with you, the yoga routines, the stretches and the breathing techniques.

You keep having regular appointments with Maya and week after week, you feel more ready for the birth. The exercises have helped you be able to spread your legs wider than before, and you have also worked on hips movements that would make it easier for your pelvis to let a baby pass through. Even though your belly has been growing, you’ve managed to feel more agile than before.

Entering the thirty-fourth week of pregnancy, Maya began talking to you about the importance of working on the strength of your pelvic floor. She presented a device to improve your vaginal and perineal flexibility. The Epi-No, a kind of balloon designed to be inflated once inserted in you. It’s supposed to mimic the sensation of the baby opening you up as well as getting your body ready for such stretch. If it wasn’t because it was on sale in a maternity online shop, you would have guessed it was a sexual toy.

The first time you tried it, you understood the usefulness of that device. You sat on the yoga mat, with your back supported in some large pillows. At first, you felt awkward being with your pussy exposed in front of Abby but, surprisingly, she was more than ready for it.

“Don’t be shy mom, I’ll have to see you naked down there sooner or later.”

You put a bit of lubricant on the top of the deflated device before gently getting it in you. Once it is fully inside you, you begin to inflate it. Slowly your right hand squeezes the pump completely, then releases it before gently squeezing it again. After the seventh full pump, the balloon began to seriously stretch you. The fullness in your pussy was as evident as the burning feeling.

“Hofff….” You take a deep breath.

“Is it working mom, are you alright?” Abby asks, keeping one hand over one of your spread knees.

“Yes, it is an intense feeling. I’ll try to do some more gentle pumps”

“Remember that you must go on little by little, this is just the first time.”

You are able to do three more pumps. The burning is almost unbearable, but you fight to resist it. Maya told you to try and keep it in for some time, feeling your body stretch around it, being able to breath and relax your mussels. In the pump’s pressure clock, you are able to see how your birth canal contracts around the balloon, making the hand move slightly towards higher pressures. After ten minutes, you have a decision to make. You can deflate the balloon or try to push it out. As it’s the first time you are trying it, you consider it will be small enough to push it out, so you let your body surrender to the urge to bring that thing out. 

Taking deep breaths, you feel the widest part of the balloon stretch outer parts of your canal as it is moved out.

“Oh, wow mom, it’s almost out!” Abby says with excitement as she sees your folds spread open around the black balloon.

“AAahhh…” You let out a short scream as the balloon fully emerges.

“Look, not bad for the first time.” Abby says grabbing the recently birthed device using gloves. She then uses a ruler to inform you that you have achieved a 6 centimeter stretch.

“Well, there’s still work to do, but it felt better than I expected.”

Actually, you found yourself imagining the baby’s head making that stretch, about to crown, being pushed out. You are aching to use the Epi-No again.

In your last weeks of pregnancy it felt hard to keep doing the birth preparation workout. Your belly was huge, though Maya assured you it has a normal size. You, however, found old pictures from your first pregnancy. You looked much smaller in those. Maya came out with a very conceivable explanation to all your sensations.

“Look Shannon, when we talked about your age, we didn’t focus on the body changes during pregnancy. It’s normal for young women to have a more tight looking bump, they even began showing later in pregnancy. Not being this your first pregnancy, and given your age, it’s normal to get a bigger belly. Other things to take into account is that your uterus may have less strength but, given that your canal had been already opened in your first birth, it should be fine. Also, that lack of young tightness may cause the baby to drop much sooner, so you might experience that discomfort earlier.”

That information gave you even more confidence to face your desired home birth, she sure looks like she knows what she is talking about. You also found a growing excitement when using the Epi-No, even using it when Abby was not at home. Without her watching, you got more theatrical. Instead of getting semi-reclined and doing calmed breaths, you lay on your bed and push the balloon out in different positions, with exaggerated grunts and moans, unnecessary holding your breath and taking your chin to your chest. You do it on your back, holding your legs spread wide, on your hands and knees, squatting by the bed and even standing up. Lord, you are wishing for the real thing to happen, you are not scared at all.

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Mom's Punishment - Part 1

This story is inspired by the plot of the movie A Tiger’s Tale (1987) with Ann-Margret, Kelly Preston and C. Thomas Howell (at least for the beginning of the pregnancy). This movie is, at the same time, based on the novel Love and Other Natural Disasters by Allen Hannay III.

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You are Shannon, a forty-year-old woman living in a beautiful neighborhood outside a small town. You live, together with your eighteen-year-old daughter, in a two-story house. Her father left the two of you when she was three, and then you moved to this lovely place. Here you have seen Abby grow, you can recall her learning to ride a bicycle, then spending whole afternoons outside with her friends, going alone to school, her first love and then her first heartbreak. She is almost an adult woman, and a pretty beautiful one to be sincere. You can see in her much of the same captivative beauty you had when you were more nubile.

It’s not surprising, then, that all her boyfriends look as if being taken out from the cast of a romantic movie. Logan, her current boyfriend, is on the basketball team and is fit and handsome. As far as you know, he is a year older than Abby. 

Tonight, they both went to watch a movie. You know what that really means, but you had the proper talk with Abby a couple of years ago. She is a smart girl, and you know she must have some fun considering her age.

You wake up past midnight in the living room, the TV is on because you’ve fallen asleep watching a show. You get off the sofa, as you don’t want Abby to find you there and believe you are trying to control how late she is arriving home. Before going upstairs to your room, you head to the kitchen, to have a glass of water. Then you see it, there’s a car parked in front of your house, an old pickup truck. It’s Logan’s car, or so you suppose because Abby and Logan are in it. You get an overwhelming mixture of emotions. Abby is legged spread and being fucked hard by Logan. 

You don’t feel good seeing your daughter in this situation. She has her head hitting the side window with each of Logan’s thrusts, one of her legs over the seat and with her panties hanging from it and her hands scratching the roof of the car. But you have a clearer sight of Logan, of his naked muscular and sweaty torso. He is moving rhythmically back and forth, driving his dick in and out. He is so hot that you find yourself driving three fingers under your pants and start rubbing your clit. You keep rubbing it at the same rhythm as Logan is fucking Abby. You imagine yourself in her situation, with your legs wide open and getting pounded by a handsome guy. Actually, you remember yourself in that situation, though that happened a long time ago, before Abby. You were young and, in the summer, you and your boyfriend would drive out of town to a lonely place to just have sex. You took his dick in the car, bent over the car hood, standing by a tree or lying on the grass, almost day after day. You still remember that guy, or at least you remember how he looked back then. He was not your first one, but he was the first to drive you to an orgasm. And Logan is very similar to that past boyfriend of yours. 

All these thoughts are mixed in your mind together with the feeling of your fingers over your clit and in your pussy. You are moving your hips and making some moans. Your free hand comes to your mouth to have something to bite as an orgasm is building up. Louder moans are muffled before escaping you. And you climax. 

The hand in your mouth goes to the wall to support yourself as a final and short scream escapes your mouth. Your legs tremble and your knees collide together. Sweat is covering your neck and between your breasts. Your panties are wet although you didn't squirt. You take a few seconds to recover, taking deep breaths, and serve yourself the glass of water you came here for. Then, with one last look through the window, you go to your bed.

In the following days, you don’t ask Abby anything about Logan, as you are afraid of looking suspicious while talking about him. Weeks pass by and one day you discover Abby crying in her room. She is devastated because a friend of hers had sent her a photo of Logan kissing another girl. Her feelings go from sadness to anger as she tries to express them to you while still crying.

From this moment, her relation with Logan came to an end. This is confirmed by the way she screams through the phone that same afternoon when talking to him. However, Logan didn’t fully disappear from your life.

Some weeks later, he started to appear at your house. The first time, he made clear he knew Abby wasn’t there, as he had seen her at the mall. Nothing really strange after all, he was there to search for a jacket. You understood that he didn’t want to coincide with her, to avoid causing more pain. But he kept coming back, with different excuses. 

Today, he showed up about lunchtime, so you invited him to stay and eat with you. A strange bond is appearing between you two. And you get involved in some apparently nonsense situations, like him telling you his ideas about his breakup with Abby. Apparently, he gets “easily distracted by feminine beauty.” And, to your own surprise, you replying that “easily distracted by beauty is surely something most women feel when he’s around.”

Once the meal is finished, he helps you clean the table. When you get to the kitchen, you put the dishes in the sink and, suddenly, your hands touch. None of you move apart for a moment, until he lets the plate he was holding go and grabs your hand.

You turn to look at him, just to find out he’s already looking at you, and then you kiss him. Your hands go as quickly to his back and neck as his go to your butt. Then, you stop for a moment.

“I can’t, It’s not right.” You whisper, as if your thoughts were escaping your mind. He keeps you tight against him, and moves to kiss your neck.

“It’s alright, Shannon, we can just have a little fun together.” You feel his dick get hard under his pants. You haven’t been with a man for almost a year now. You can’t say no to him.

Logan keeps one hand firmly grabbing your butt while he drives his other one down your leg and then up under your dress. You feel how he’s pulling your panties down, so you decide to help him. Once they fall to your feet, you get rid of them. 

Moving slowly, driving Logan with you, you reach a free part of the countertop. You sit on it and, when he stops kissing you, you spread your legs open, resting your feet at the edge of the surface. He starts kissing your inner thighs, slowly traveling towards your pussy. You feel increasing pleasure as he comes near it, until his tongue runs through your lips and a gasp escapes your mouth. He doesn’t stop, seems he hasn’t even started yet, and keeps moving her tongue marvelously. He constantly changes from making it hard and attempting to get inside you, to turning it wide flat and gently pass it over your clit. You are enjoying it. He is fully dedicated, not seeming to be interested in stopping. You grab his hair and massage your boobs, trying to intensify the experience. 

Some time later, he moves away from your pussy as gently as he had reached it, with constant kisses on your thighs. Although you got close to it, you didn’t really reach an orgasm, but now you are more than ready to get him in. So you move down to the floor, turn around, and bend over the countertop. You lift your dress with one hand and rub your pussy with another. The look you give to him makes it clear that you're aching for him to fuck you. 

He gets near and, with one hand, makes you look forward, to the wall, while you can hear him taking his pants down. He seems to be taking his time, but suddenly, he moves one hand to your pussy and, soon after, you feel the head of her dick in your folds. After moving it around your wetness for a moment, he drives it inside you.

“Ah…” You gasp, it’s thick. “Oohh…” He keeps pushing it inside, it feels long. “OOHH… My fucking GOOOOOD!” Once he stops you can tell it’s just huge. It’s opening you more than any man has ever done. He takes it halfway out and then thrusts it in vigorously. “FUUUUUK…. don’t stop.” And he keeps making those almost violent thrusts, as you firmly grab the edge of the countertop. “YES… YES… OOHhh… OOHhhh… I’m cumming…. I’m cumming…. I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming…. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhh…” Your feet leave the floor, you bend over with uncontrollable convulsions.  

He keeps fucking you from behind, not stopping or giving you any break, so the orgasm seems to last much longer. Some pleasurable time later, you feel him making some harder thrusts and breathing stronger until he stops. “Are you cumming inside!?” You freak out for a moment.

“No Shannon, I’m wearing a condom. Don’t worry.” He then pulls out and, turning your head, you can see he’s not lying. 

“Oh wow! You’re so discrete, I didn't even notice you putting it on.” You can’t stand perfectly up, as your legs are still trembling a bit. He doesn’t reply, and starts getting her pants on again. 

“It’s been good.” He says and kisses you. “Maybe next time will be even better.” And he walks to the door.

You almost can’t believe what just happened. You’ve just been fucked by a well-hung boy in his twenties. How has it happened? One moment you were both eating and the next you were orgasming. And now he’s gone. Will there ever be a next time? You hope so, you won’t be able to forget him. How could Abby and her almost virginal cunt be able to stand it? Abby. Oh, Abby. What have you done! He was her boyfriend just a month ago. Oh, but you have needs. As long as it’s kept as a secret it will be alright. Will Logan keep the secret? Well, he sure has other friends with benefits who are much younger than you, more suitable to show off.

This waterfall of ideas keeps going in and out of your mind as you are still standing in the kitchen, with no panties. One final conclusion is clear, you are willing to meet him again.

Your wish comes true some days later. He gets to your home and, after a little talking, you both are completely naked on your bed. He gets over you as you keep your legs open up and, in this position, he gets even deeper inside you.

From then on, you both meet regularly once a week. You have to admit that he is not really creative during your sexual encounters, but he doesn't really need to be. He uses to kind of decide a position with you and then he just bangs you until he cums. Somehow, though, it’s enough. Once the pain from the first thrusts turns into pleasure, you just don’t need anything more, you just wish it to last as long as possible. 

As time passes by, a bond between you builds up. Then you can share your fantasies with each other. That way, you star to use a diaphragm, so he can fuck you without condoms. You just love the feeling of cum filling you. He asked in response to have sex somewhere else outside your house, he loves free spaces. You then found yourself in some remote forests, bent over his car or lying on the backseats. You have to admit that having such a young lover is making you live again like in your teen years.

Even though he tends to be dominant, on some occasions you are the dominant one. Then, you make him lie down so you can ride him. Those are even more pleasurable experiences, being that possible. Even though the first time you were quite nervous, wondering whether you would be able to keep your mind clear enough to keep playing with his huge dick, you took it as a challenge. You discovered that being you the one controlling the depth made it so much easier to focus on the pleasure avoiding any pain. As a result, you were able to reach several orgasms. Even though he confessed that letting you do all the job is not what turns him on the most, the way you are able to reach multiple orgasms one after another makes it more exciting. You assume that’s because being a man with direct pornographic references to sexual relations, making a woman scream is his true fetish.

Weeks turned into months, you tried to start a relationship with a guy from the post office but, as you didn’t stop meeting Logan, that didn’t work. That, though, is not the most relevant consequence of your relationship with him. Yesterday, you woke up feeling nauseous. After going to the bathroom to splash some water at your face, you kept your normal routine. However, today it’s been even worse. Once you recover, the inevitable scary thought appears in your mind. “When was my last period? Oh, shit! Could it be…”

You rush to the nearest shop to get a pregnancy test. You are so nervous that you buy two of them. Whatever the result might be, you want it to be undoubtedly true. Back home again, you take the two tests at once. The result is clear: positive.

“Pregnant! I’m pregnant! It can’t be true. I’ve always used protection! Oh, god! Stupid slut of me, begging to get a creampie every time. What will I do now?” At the beginning you freak out for a moment.

Once you get partially recovered from the first shock, you begin to admit it. A baby, at your age, maybe it’s not that bad. A second maternity time in your life, it can be even great. Of course, you must tell it to Logan, you don’t expect him to be pleasantly surprised, but you won’t ask him to get involved. Telling it to Abby worries you more. You will not only confess that you’ve been knocked up, but also that the father of her future brother or sister is her last boyfriend. It’s crazy just to think about it.

First things first, so you make a quick appointment to the doctor. You drive to another town, just a thirty-minute ride far from your home but far enough to keep it more private by now. He tells you that with a second positive test it’s almost sure that it’s not a false alarm, however, as you asked for it, he does another test. Unsurprisingly the result is still positive. Then the doctor starts asking you questions to try and give you some initial prescriptions, but you decide to leave, telling him you have to tell the news to some people and that there will be time for that kind of stuff later on.

From there, you text Logan. You tell him to meet you in your spot in the forest. You know he’ll be there expecting something more than a talk, but you need to meet him now and this is the best way to get to him.

Once he arrives, you tell it straight away. You are pregnant, you are planning to keep it, it’s not his fault, he doesn't need to get involved and, if everything goes as planned, you’ll move away from this town, to begin this following chapter of your life in a new place. 

He tries to be responsible, telling you he can be there for you, but you cut it straight away. Your relationship is only based on sex, and he is so young, with a whole life ahead. He must live it, you’ll be alright. You are even excited to have this child, and you already know what it is to do it alone. This can be your secret, only Abby will know about it. He can go on with his life, and you’ll just be another woman knocked up in a one-night stand. It’s not that bad nowadays, people will even consider you brave for keeping the child. He now must meet with his friends, have some drinks, go to some parties, make love with other girls and try to forget you.

He ends up agreeing and, with a last long kiss, he leaves.

You drive back home, having just experienced the most intense morning of your life. From time to time, you rest one hand on your still flat belly. You remember it big, round and tight, but that was so long ago. You are excited, surprisingly excited, actually. 

Once you arrive home, you make something for lunch while you wait for Abby to arrive. She does shortly after.

“Abby, please, come here.” You call her from the sofa. “Sit darling, I need to tell you something”.

“What happened mum?” She looks quite nervous as she feels you are about to tell her something serious.

“Abby, I have some news which I consider great and exciting, but that will affect you. Firstly, I have to apologize. I’ve done a really stupid thing, I didn’t want to hurt you, It just happened…” You stop for a moment.

“Tell me mum, I’m getting worried” She insists.

“Oh Abby, now it seems even more stupid for me to have done it! Alright. I’ve been meeting with Logan some time after you both broke up and then things got more intense, and we began intimating.” You tell her the truth, looking at some point on her shoulder.

“What! You and Logan… Ugh! Mom, that's gross! He was my boyfriend, we’ve been… and then you… eww…”

“I know darling, I’m so sorry, but I can’t be sad because there is something great about it. I’m pregnant, I took some tests, and I’m having a baby” Your excitement for revealing to her that big news makes you forget for a moment your shame.

“You are… wait mum. Are you telling me that you’ve been fucking with my ex-boyfriend, and he knocked you up? Will I have a little brother whose father is Logan?” She stands up and paces in front of the sofa.

“Abby, my love, I understand you, I was not planning it. I can't even express how bad I’m feeling for what I’ve done to you. You are the most important person in my life and I can’t stand hurting you. Even though I’m not glad about my relationship with Logan, I can’t say I’m not happy with this pregnancy. I repeat it’s been unplanned, but now it feels as the perfect thing to have happened. You’ve grown up so rapidly, you are a young adult woman now. You’ll be living your life away from me in the near future, so this child will bring a new meaning to my life.” She stops walking and sits again on the sofa, closer to you than before. “I was thinking that maybe we should take this chance to move to another town, we could start this new life there. I’ve already talked to Logan, I was not expecting him to get involved, I didn’t even ask him to. We can leave this story in this place and build our future far from here”

“Mum, I understand your will to raise a child now that I’m older. And this time you’ll not be alone. Maybe it’s time for me to fly from home, but that doesn’t mean I must fly far from home. I’ll be there for you. You are also the most important person in my life, so I can’t let you handle this alone as dad did time ago.” 

Tears fall down your face as you hug each other. They are the product of both relief and happiness.

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This midwide tells you the hard truth.

She has seen it so many times, and now she is about to experience it herself. When the time comes, she will spread her legs wide, making room for the baby to be pushed down and out between them.

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We’ve been longtime friends, but, since I became their surrogate, our relationship has become more intimate. They really made me feel like I was part of their family. In the last weeks, we even spent some time on the bed, you know what I mean.

They are a lovely couple that seemed to empathize with the pregnancy I was going through but now the time has come. None of them can imagine what I’m feeling, pushing a large baby through my pelvis. I’m feeling the burning of my bulging pussy being stretched to its limit, lighted by the midwife and her team so nobody loses a detail of my hard and painful job. Meanwhile, those two are happy and enjoying the view of their future child being born, inch by inch. He can't take his hand out from my tight contracting bump, which will soon get deflated as I get the baby out in a primal scream.

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I've just changed the main image of the story "Madame de Montespan Birthing in Secret". I was not happy with the last one and the ai generators have improved a lot.

Here I share some of the other ai images I've created. It's been hard to choose just one!

Feel free to create your own ones. Enjoy!

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Madame de Montespan Birthing in Secret - Part 2/2

Madame de Montespan gets out of the king's bed not long after they ended having sex. Usually, she feels kind of dirty every time the king asks her to leave his bed for the night. At that moment she gets fully aware that she is mainly a sexual toy for the king. But today, she feels relieved to be able to get to her chambers as quickly as possible. She is walking through the dark corridors, holding a candle up in front of herself when she feels a cramp in her belly.

“Ah…” Her free hand goes immediately to her lower belly. “Fuck!” She whispers, as she realizes that the child in her wants to go out as soon as possible.

She is fully aware that she still has some time to labor before the things get serious, so she goes to her chambers and lies on the bed to take some rest. During the night she is able to sleep even though being interrupted by about ten more contractions. 

Soon after the sun rises, Jacqueline knocks on her door as usual. She brings with her a bowl full of hot and soapy water to help Madame de Montespan get clean. 

“Jacqueline, come in.” Once the girl gets in and closes the door behind her, Madame de Montespan lets her know about her present situation. “Jacqueline, I think today’s the day. I’ve been having contractions since yesterday’s evening, just a few, but they keep coming regularly.”

“You’ve been… Alright. Do you need anything? What do you want me to do?”

“For now, let’s follow a normal routine. Help me get ready.”

Jacqueline helps Madame de Montespan get out of bed and get naked. She notices that her belly has changed, it’s no longer round, it now has a pear shape. With a sponge soaked in the warm water, Jacqueline rubs all the lady’s body. She cleans her arms, neck, back, boobs and, when she is rubbing her belly she notices it gets tight.

“Ouch. Another one. Mmmmmmh… Hof… Hof…” With her own hands as well as with Jacqueline’s hands around her belly, Madame de Montespan bends slightly over and moves her hips until the pain ends. “They are getting closer together, I had the last one about fifteen minutes ago.”

Jacqueline keeps rubbing her belly for a while and then passes quickly over her pussy before going to her legs. Once the lady is fully clean, she starts helping her get dressed. They start with the white full body underwear, just like the one in which she visited the king last light. Then a special corset for pregnant women, smaller than the normal ones as it doesn’t have to squeeze the belly, just enhance the boobs. Over all these clothes goes a beautiful olive green dress with gold stitches. It fits tight on her chest and clearly shows the top shape of her pregnant belly but gets loose as it falls to her feet. Jacqueline also styles the lady’s hair, finishing it with a beautiful tiara with a handful of pearls. 

When Madame de Montespan sits to get a pair of long boots on, she feels another contraction. “Mmmmmmmh… Mmmmmmmmh… Oh good. Mmmmaah… They are getting stronger.”

“Don’t you worry Madame, you still have a long way to go. There’s enough time to get to the cabin. Meanwhile, what would you like to do, maybe go to the main rooms?” Jacqueline says as she works with the boots.

“Of course not! If I show signs of labor in public, I will be taken by the guards. We should spend some more time here and once the pains get closer together, we’ll pretend that we want to go out to the gardens. That will be my excuse for the king, that I gave birth unexpectedly in the forest, fortunately with you by my side.”

Both women wait at Madame de Montespan’s chamber playing some popular card games, without betting any money, just to kill some time. Madame de Montespan gets hit by the labor pains regularly. After about two hours, her pains are about five minutes apart.

“They are getting closer. We should leave now.” Jacqueline says.

“Do you think so? We can’t spend much time in the forest, the king might send someone to fetch me.”

“Well, to be sure, I can check how open you are, If you don’t mind it Madame. I’ve done it once before to my mother.”

“Sure. It’s better to know… Do I have to lay on the bed?”

“No Madame, just move a bit to the end of the chair and spread your legs.”

“Just like this?” Madame de Montespan asks once she is positioned with her legs as far apart as the chair’s armrests allow her to do. “Don’t you need me to get undressed?”

“Well Madame, It will be easier that way, but that would take too much time. In order to do it faster, I can make a hole in your underwear.” Jacqueline says holding a small knife. She then makes a cut wide enough to let her hand pass through and leaves the knife on the floor. “Now breathe, it might be quite uncomfortable.” With one hand holding Madame de Montespan’s dress above her pregnant belly she began to insert two fingers in her pussy. “Good Madame, it seems you are about six centimeters dilated, we’d better leave now.”

The walk to the cabin proved harder than Madame de Montespan had expected. Just before getting out of the palace, both women must go down the main stairs. With each step downwards, she feels the full weight of her unborn child pressing down. Then, at the garden, she was hit by another contraction. Having no place to support herself, and being surrounded by some couples, she grabs Jaqueline’s hand firmly as it was the only way to get distracted from the pain and prevent making any labouring moans. 

They get as quickly as possible out of the gardens and into the forest. Now, without anybody in sight, Madame de Montespan’s steps became slower. She keeps walking, focused on getting to the cabin. However, she is less worried about showing clear signs of labor. Now her legs are a bit spread, she keeps both hands on her belly and her posture is hunched. Some sweat drops are clearly visible in her forehead and her breath is becoming louder. 

As she feels another contraction building up, she turns those loud breaths into moans and quickly changes the direction of her steps to reach for the nearest tree. With both hands on the tree, she goes down to a half squat and moves her hips from side to side.

“Mmmmmmmhhh…. hof, hof… ” Once the contraction is over, she stands up again and starts walking again. “Jacqueline, would you please go ahead and start lighting up a fire and getting the place ready?”

“And leave you alone Madame? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ll be alright. These pains are coming stronger and faster, but there is still time for the birth to really begin. So it makes no sense for you to keep my path when you could be doing necessary tasks.” Jacqueline’s face clearly showed her concern so she added “I should arrive there in twenty minutes, half an hour at most, depending on the contractions. If I’m not there by then, all you have to do is get back and search for me in this direction, I won’t be far.”

Jacqueline, despite still having some concerns, leaves Madame de Montespan at her labouring path. The feeling of the baby’s head at the top of her pelvis is now constant, feeling like a heavy cannonball trying to make its way out. On her way to the cabin, she endures five more contractions. Each of them forcing her to stop. To face the pain, she gets her back supported against a tree, lowers herself down a bit as she opens her legs wide apart. With both hands on her belly, she is able to feel its tightness. 

Despite all the pain and the effort, clearly evident in the sweat covering all her face and neck, she feels confident to reach her destination because she hasn’t yet felt the urge to bear down and push. So, she keeps her slow but steady path. Not long after the fifth contraction while being alone, she is able to see the cabin right in front of her with a bit of smoke coming out its little chimney. Relieved to be here at last, Madame de Montespan goes out of the shades of the forest to end this exhausting walk. 

Once she has already done about ten steps over the sunny wild grass, she feels another pain. This contraction hits faster and harder than she was expecting and makes her fall to her knees.

“AAAH… JACQUELINE!” She screams. As the pain keeps increasing, she puts her hands to the grown and firmly grabs some of the plants. 

Jacqueline quickly comes out of the cabin and, after seeing Madame de Montespan on her hands and knees right in front of it, rushes to help her stand up and get in. 

“AAAH… Just a moment… HAAH… Oh… Hof…” Madame de Montespan takes some time to rest on the ground once the contraction is over and then gets back up again and follows Jacqueline into the cabin.

Once into the cabin, Madame de Montespan is able to see Jacqueline’s work. The small room is much more clean, the bed has white sheets and a couple of pillows and over the table there are some folded towels, a couple of knives and a pair of scissors. At the fireplace there’s a small pot with boiling water and next to it a bigger one full of fresh water. The wall with the tools looks pretty much the same, but the general appearance is clearly better. 

“You did a great job here” Madame de Montespan confesses. “Now it’s more cozy. Please, help me take this off. I’m very hot in this dress.”

“Sure Madame, shall I start with the boots?”

“Hmmm… Yes, sure.” She answers, realizing a rug covering part of the floor. 

As Jacqueline pulls off her boots, she takes her tiara off and leaves it over the table. Then, she takes one of the towels to wipe off the seat covering all her face. 

Madame de Montespan is laying on her side and breathing heavily. Even though she only wears a white loose full body underwear, she is sweating. Her hair sticks to her cheeks and her breasts are more visible through the wet clothes. With one hand under her head and the other rubbing her bump, her sight is lost in the sunbeams coming in from between some of the wooden boards. Together with the fire, they provide the main light source inside the cabin.

As another pain comes, she moves to a sitting position at the edge of the bed. Jacqueline kneels in front of her and places her both hands over her belly. “Oooooh… oooooooooh…” Madame de Montespan groans while moving her upper body back and forth. Jacqueline can feel how the contraction makes her belly get tight around the solid shape of the unborn child.

Now the contractions are coming really close together, Madame de Montespan endures a couple more of them in the following five minutes. The labour is becoming so intense that she needs to get rid of the light underwear she is wearing. 

“Aahh… need this off. Aahhh… now” She says as she undresses her upper body. 

“Sure Madame, you’ll need to get up”

She stands and supports herself on the table while Jacqueline helps her get the dress down her legs until she is fully naked. Jacqueline could now see how imminent the birth is. Madame de Montespan is standing, with both hands on the table’s edge. Because of the pain and discomfort of having a baby resting deep between her pelvis, her legs remain quite spread and bent. Her belly, once perfectly round, now has clearly dropped, and it’s almost flat for half a palm under her breasts.

Another contraction hits as she is still standing.

“Aaaaaahhh….. Aaaaaaaaahhhhh……  OOOOOOHHHH…. FUUUUCK!!!” A splash of water comes from between her legs. She feels the baby suddenly being pushed downwards. “AAAAAAHHH…. My waters. OOOHHH GOOOD It’s coming now!”

“Alright Madame, sit again on the bed, I’ll check you, everything is alright”

“AAAAAAAHHH… Need to push! UNNNNNNGGGGGGHHH…” She follows the unstoppable need to bear down and push while the contraction doesn't fade away. In this first push she feels the baby’s head force its way deeper between her pelvis.

Jacqueline pays no attention to Madame de Montespan’s screams and, while she is giving the first push, she drives two fingers in her just to find that the lady is not only fully dilated but also the baby is beginning its path through the birthing canal. “Alright Madame, this baby is coming now. Are you comfortable in this position?”

“Ooohhh… hooofff…. hooooffff… I’ll stay like this for now” Soon another contraction comes. She grabs firmly the bedsheets near her spread thighs and pushes screaming in pain. “AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHH…. AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH…..” 

“Push Madame! Push!” Jacqueline encourages her while rubbing a towel all over her to dry out the sweat. 

After about half an hour of constant and agonizingly painful pushes Madame de Montespan’s pussy began to bulge in the shape of the baby’s head. She is still sitting at the edge of the bed but now, as she is getting exhausted, lets all her body fall back to rest between contractions. With one arm over her eyes, she moves her other hand from her belly to the burning spot her pussy is turning into. She feels it.

A waterfall of ideas quickly crosses her mind immediately after her hand felt the head just behind her pussy lips. A portrait of her last and only husband, a portrait of the king, herself on a birthing chair with her second son’s head hanging out of her, again a portrait of the king, the queen birthing in agony and another portrait of the king. All these apparently nonsense ideas just followed the evident conclusion, the head is huge, there is no other way to describe it. 

“OOHHH Lord! What have I done!” Of course, this child has bourbon blood so it also has the big eggy bourbon head. She hadn't thought about it even though the signs were evident.

“Come on Madame, I can see the head of the baby!” Jacqueline says, thinking that Madame de Montespan’s words were just a result of her.

“I can’t! It’s too big! It won’t come out! AAAAAHHHH….  UNNNNGGHHHH….” Another contraction hits her, and she gives another push, as her body is telling her to do.

“Alright Madame, It won’t be easy, but you can do It. We’ll just go little by little. And I think you should change your position.”

Madame de Montespan agrees without words, only by lifting her arms for Jacqueline to help her stand. Then she gently kneels on the floor before the bed, letting her head and chest rest again. Jacqueline, with one hand under her, feeling her belly, notices it getting hard once again.

“Now push Madame! Push!” She says while driving her other hand to the opening pussy.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH….  NNNGGGGGGGHHHHHH……” Madame de Montespan pushes in this kind of hands and knees position, with her arms extended over the bed to firmly grab the farthest possible piece of bedsheets. In this position, the baby seems to move a little bit faster. With each push, the black shape between her lips grows a bit more. However, once the contraction is over, more than half of the progress is erased by the fighting tightness of her birth canal walls.

“You are doing so well Madame! Some more pushes and the head will be fully born.”

Desperate for this torture to be over, Madame de Montespan gives the strongest pushes to the point in the following contractions. Jacqueline helps her stretch between contractions, trying to speed up the birth, but this turns out to be essential once the head comes to a full crown. Jacqueline is surprised by its size, and thanks good for having given her the idea of doing that finger job in Madame de Montespan’s pussy. In other case, she would have had a serious tear.

Madame de Montespan doesn't consider herself that lucky though. She is feeling the ring of fire like she has never done before as her pussy is stretched to its limit.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH… AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH….  UUNNNNGGGGGHHH… AAAAaahhhh…  aahhhhh…  YEESS!” After a final push the baby’s head is fully born, and she gets some relief as her lips come a little close together around the baby’s neck.

“Great Madame! It’s almost done now! Just move your knees together and your feet far apart and this baby will be born in the next push.”

She does as Jacqueline says, feeling with her tights the massive head hanging from her. As the following contraction comes, she pushes. Fortunately, the head turns out to be the biggest part of the baby. So with this final push the shoulders come out, followed by the rest of the baby, and Jacqueline catches it.

“Oh! It’s a beautiful baby girl!”

Madame de Montespan moves to a sitting position on the floor, moving one of her trembling legs over the newborn. Then she catches the baby. Although she has just gone through the most intense feelings of her life, her mind still works fast, knowing this is not over yet.

“We must leave now Jacqueline. We can’t wait for the afterbirth to come.”

“No Madame. Why? You must rest!”

“It can’t be discovered that I gave birth here. It must look like an accident. Like we two were walking in the forest when suddenly I fell and my water broke, or something like this. Otherwise, I could be arrested for disobeying his majesty's orders. So now, help me get dressed.”

With the umbilical cord still connecting her to the baby girl, she puts the white underwear and her dress back on. She keeps both clothes and the pair of boots united. They also change the towel wrapping the newborn for Jacqueline’s coat before putting out the fire.

Once they leave the cabin, they start walking towards the palace. Madame de Montespan’s steps are short but steady, as she is determined to leave that place far behind. She is supported by Jacqueline. Both women walk for about twenty minutes before Madame de Montespan feels the afterbirth beginning to come out.

“Wait Jacqueline! Grab her.” She passes the baby to her. Then, she drives one hand under her dress and her other hand at Jacqueline’s shoulder for support. “NNNGGHHaahh….” She gives a little push to birth the placenta which falls to the ground.

“Now Jacqueline, you must go and ask for help. Pretend that my labor has started and that I’m unable to move. Guide some guards here to help take me back to the palace to give birth there.”

“Alright Madame, just let me help you rest in that tree.”

Once Madame de Montespan is on the floor with her back resting on a tree, her baby in her arms and the afterbirth next to her, Jacqueline leaves her alone. Before falling asleep due to the exhausting labor she had endured, she grabs the bloody afterbirth and places it between her legs, letting it stain the dress, to make it more convincing.

Some distant voices wake her up. Jacqueline has returned with a couple of guards. Those strong men gently lift her and carry her towards the palace. They get in through a service entrance and discreetly reach her chambers. A doctor arrives soon after. Once he is sure that both the mother and the child are alright, he cuts the cord. Everybody leaves the room to let her rest.

She is laying on her bed, unable to move her eyes out of her child, truly looking at her for the first time. Then, a door opens, and the king enters the room.

“Oh, Athénaïs, my love, are you alright?”

“Sire, thanks for coming. I’m alright, I had a beautiful girl.” Being fully aware that the king is disappointed, she adds “I’m sorry that you have not seen the birth…”

“What happened?”

“Oh, it was my fault. I was walking with Jacqueline when I tripped over a fallen branch. I hit my belly and the pains began soon after. I sent Jacqueline to get some help but nothing stopped this little one from coming out of me. Fortunately, she seems to be alright.” She tells this story with a very convincing acting.

“So you did it all alone? In the forest?”

“Yes Sire.” And, noticing the excitement in his voice, she sensually adds. “It’s been so hard, I was not expecting it. I thought that being my third birth and having a normal sized belly, it would be easier. She is not that big, after all, but I swear to you that her head made me fight. I had to spread my legs as far apart as I was able to let your bastard open me as I’ve never been opened before.”

“Well Athénaïs.” The king, with a noticeable boner due to the scene he had pictured in his mind, kisses her forehead. “Take some rest now. And don't worry about me, I sure will have more opportunities to enjoy your births.”

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Madame de Montespan Birthing in Secret - Part 1/2

This story is set in the palace of Versailles, under the reign of Louis XIV, and is about the pregnant story of one of her mistresses: Madame de Montespan. It doesn't pretend to be historically accurate at any point.

If you like this scenario, I recommend you check out the Dropster story At the King's Pleasure. The 2015 series Versailles also played an important role in etching these courtly pregnancies into many of our minds.

Feel free to write any related or follow-up story with vanilla pregnancies. I’ll sure enjoy them.

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At the great palace of Versailles, a twenty-seven year-old Madame de Montespan walks alone through a corridor. It’s past midnight, and this part of the palace does not have any candles to provide light. Only the moonlight that goes in through all the regularly spaced windows makes it possible for her to know where she is going. She is walking quite slowly, trying not to make any sound to get to her chambers without being noticed. She is coming from his majesty’s royal chambers, where she has been in a pleasurable sex encounter with the king. The night dress she is wearing under a dark coat is still wet in her lower part because the king made her come and squirt a couple of times.

Suddenly, she stops and makes a short gasp of surprise. She moves both her hands to her belly, to her pregnant belly, and for the first time she feels the baby moving in her.

“Oh, you’re awake, little one.” She thinks. “Sure, your mommy’s moves had woken you up.”

The fact is that Madame de Montespan is, as far as she knows, the favorite mistress of Louis XIV, the King of France. After all the times they had sex, she is unsurprisingly carrying his bastard. This is not really a secret within the court at Versailles, a king is supposed to have mistresses and Madame de Montespan became a widow a year ago, when her husband died during a battle. So, when she started to show clear signs of pregnancy, everybody assumed she was carrying a Bourbon bastard. Following the king’s orders, she never confirmed it, but it was clear for everybody that the king had a preference for her.

She is not worried at all about the other aristocrats judging her reputation for having extramarital relations. This is not her first pregnancy, she has two sons, and when her husband died, she thought that the best she could do was to get close to the royal family and try to be well-connected with the most powerful people of the country. That, she thought, would give her the opportunity to get really good positions for both her sons in the court. 

This romance with the king was not planned at all but, of course, she did nothing to stop it. She knew that a widow like her is likely to end up married to some ugly and odious old man, so she prefers to be in this sinful relationship. The king, a handsome man that is about her same age, is such a great lover. He made her have her first orgasm and is able to drive her crazy in the bed each time they meet.

Even though the gossiping about her pregnancy doesn’t worry her at all, there is one thing that sure does. The king seems to have a kink for pregnant women and, what’s more alarming, for pregnant women giving birth. She discovered it about a month after her arrival at Versailles. It was time for her majesty the queen to give birth to her second child. As tradition rules, royal births must be public, for everybody to be sure that a legitimate heir is brought to the world. Madame de Montespan had been flirting with the king for a week and, when the time came for witnessing the birth, she was at the king's side. They were alerted by a guard that the queen was close to start pushing the baby out. On their way to the chamber, she could hear other guards saying out loud that the royal birth was ready for anyone interested in witnessing it.

Once in place, the king and his guests were placed just in front of the birthing bed, the queen was laying on her back and with her legs spread in some wooden stirrups. The room was quite dark, but the laboring figure was lit with some candles near the bed. Everybody was in silence and the only sound was the heavy breaths of the queen. Not long after they arrived, the queen started pushing. She was screaming during each long push. It seemed she was having some troubles in bringing the baby out, and it took her about an hour of painful pushes to make the head appear in a teardrop shape in her pussy. Madame de Montespan remembered her two births on a birthing chair. They were hard to endure, especially the first one when she was just twenty-one years old but, compared to what she was seeing, they seemed almost easy.  

She understood that the queen was kept in such an uncomfortable position for the king to be able to better watch the baby coming out. The fact is that the king was enjoying each push and each scream her wife made, and everybody around could notice it because he had a boner during all the pushing state. Madame de Montespan was even more horrified when she saw how the queen had to push the baby’s head upwards, against gravity. When the queen finally pushed the whole baby out, releasing its shoulders in a final primal scream, the doctor immediately announced to the king that he had an heir.

The king was happy, but also so turned on. He had been with a boner for almost three hours, the time that it took the queen to push the baby out. He needed some relief, so he took Madame de Montespan with him to the nearest chamber. A small one with only a chest of drawers and a bed. She immediately knew what was about to happen and was not against it at all. When the king closed the door behind her, she bent towards the chest of drawers and lifted her clothes, exposing her butt. The king quickly took her hard dick out and put it in her. The king’s hard thrusts made her impact repeatedly into the piece of furniture as she screamed of pleasure. She quickly forgot the shocking experience she had just witnessed, as she was experiencing an unknown pleasure, better than what her husband had ever given her.

“YES… YES… OH… OH… OH SIRE… YEEESSS…” She begged with each of the king’s thrusts. “OH LORD… OOHH… OOOOOOOOOHHH…” She reached an orgasm and her legs began to shake. The king, noticing that she couldn’t stand herself up, guided her to the bed. She instinctively opened her legs widespread. The king got over her and continued fucking her roughly. He managed to unbutton her dress and reveal her breasts, which he began to grope. “AH… AH… OH… AH…” Her groans and her neck covered with sweat made the king imagine how she would look while birthing a baby. When that thought crossed his mind, he came in her.

Since that day, Madame de Montespan visited the king’s chamber three or four times a week. A month later, she found out she was pregnant. She was not sure how the king would react to this news, so she decided to postpone the announcement for a month. During that period, she carefully tried to get some signs of the king’s feelings about a possible pregnancy.

One evening, when she ended riding the king’s dick until they both reached an orgasm, she laid to rest at his side. Fully naked, sweating and with cum coming out her pussy, she said: “Sire, don’t you think we are taking too much risk getting me filled with your seed every time we meet? What would the court say if I end up pregnant?”

“Oh Athénaïs.” He called her by her name, as he usually does when they are alone. “Getting you pregnant is my only aim each time I fuck you.” He puts one hand on her flat belly. “I thought you already knew that. And just don’t care what the rest of the court will say. I know it will be hard for you, an unmarried woman, to stand all the gossipers making guesses about who the father of your future bastard would be, but remember that I’ll always be secretly by your side.”

“And what will happen to the child, Sire? What kind of life will he have as a bastard?”

“Don’t you worry about that. Our child won’t be like the many other illegitimate sons, born from cheap whores, whose fathers agreed in giving their surname. Our son will be the fruit of our romance, and I’ll make sure he will be a Bourbon. Of course, he won’t be in the line of succession to the throne, but being a Bourbon will help him.”

Madame de Montespan got fully sure that there wouldn’t be any problem in revealing her pregnancy after this conversation with the king. She decided that she would tell the king she was pregnant after two weeks, so as not to look suspicious. All she could think then was that she had done it. She had reached a position in which she and her sons would get a future full of wealths, and she had done it through a romance and a pregnancy with the king. What better way could exist?  

About a month after being sure she was pregnant, she announced it to the king. He reacted euphorically, kissing her and kissing her belly. Their relationship became even more passionate since the king knew about her pregnancy. She noticed how her growing bump made the king get more and more excited as the weeks went by. 

Now, back to the present, Madame de Montespan arrives at her chamber and lays naked on the bed rubbing her 25-weeks pregnant belly. Her belly is still small, but it grew enough for her to have to change almost all her wardrobe. In fact, now that she is laying down, her belly looks as tall as her breasts. She rubs it unconsciously because her mind is thinking about the last post-sex conversation she just had with the king. The king, enjoying her belly size and her grown breasts, confessed how he would enjoy being present at her birth. 

She, trying not to look shocked, assured him that it would be a pleasure for her to give birth in her presence. However, the image of the queen screaming wildly with her legs forced open and a head coming out her pussy and pointing to the roof made her become a bit scared. 

“What were you thinking, Athénaïs?” She starts thinking. “Oh, fuck! What will I do? He will order some doctor to tide me up in that horrendous thing! I will have to push a baby out of me in such an uncomfortable place! I can’t! I won’t!” As it was late, her thoughts began getting mixed with dreams in which she had a head hanging from her pussy as she tried to push the rest of the baby in the most unexpected positions.

Of course, by the following morning she feels tired, but she starts planning a way to evade the king's desires. She knows that one of her servants is the daughter of the gardener in charge of the north part of the palace. When she finds herself alone with her, she starts:

“Jacqueline, would you mind accompanying me for a walk? Today’s a wonderful day to be out of these walls.”

“Sure Madame. Do you want me to prepare some breakfast?”

“Oh, that would be great. Maybe something we can take with us.”

Half an hour later, both of them were crossing the north gate towards the garden.

“Look how beautiful these flowers are! Will you tell your father he’s doing a wonderful job?”

“I will Madame. I’m sure he will be glad.”

Madame de Montespan looked around to be sure they were alone.

“Let’s get a bit into the forest.” They get past the first trees and they stop walking. “Look, Jacqueline, I was wondering whether you could help me. Do you know any hidden shelter in this forest? Maybe some place your father uses to keep his tools or to eat and rest when it starts raining.”

“Hmm…” She realizes that this walk in the garden had a secret aim from the beginning. However, she can’t lose anything helping a rich woman so she answers: “Yes, there’s a place… A small cabin, my father uses it to take some rest. It’s in this same forest.” Fully decided to help, she adds. “Do you want to see it, Madame?”

“Sure, I’d like to take a look at it.”

They keep walking through the forest for about fifteen minutes until they can see a clearing in which stands a little wooden cabin. They keep their path until they reach the only door of the cabin.

“Can we take a look inside?”

“Yes Madame. It’s always open, and you don’t really have to ask me, it doesn’t belong to my father, although he is the only one using it by now.”

Madame de Montespan goes in first. The room is as tiny as she had judged from the outside. There is a table with a couple of bottles of wine at the right and a tiny fireplace, a repaired old chair in front of it and a small dirty bed opposite to the door. In the wall on the left, as well as hanging from the roof, there are plenty of the gardener’s tools. 

“Madame, I know that whatever you have in mind must not be of my interest but, if you tell me, I could help you.”

“Well Jacqueline…” She considers having at least one accomplice by her side. “In about four months, I will need this place to be cleaned, as I will secretly give birth to my child here.”

Jacqueline takes some time to respond. She is shocked by this revelation, but she quickly realizes that Madame de Montespan is carrying a child without having a husband. So, she has a reason to bring it to the world in private, far from the crowded palace.

“Alright, Madame. Sure, I can help with that.” She takes a look at the dirty room. “I’ll clean it up and make it a bit more comfortable.”

“I’m glad you want to help me. Jacqueline, if everything goes as planned, I’ll make sure you get a better job and a better pay. But it’s important to keep it a secret. Just the two of us must know what I’m planning to do.”

“I understand it, Madame. The only person I can think of that might make some questions is my father. I’ll tell him not to come around here for some time because some aristocrat needs this place to spend some time with her lover. It won’t be the first time, he’ll understand. But, Madame, are you really planning to give birth alone? Have you done it before?”

“Not really. At the birth of my two sons, I was assisted by a doctor and a midwife. However, there were no complications, so I felt they were there just to encourage me. I’m confident of doing it alone. Also, my second child felt easier than the first. Hopefully this one will be too.”

“Well, I’m the eldest of seven brothers, so I had to assist my mother in her last births. If you want me to, I could be with you when the time comes.”

“Jacqueline, that would be perfect.”

The two women return to the palace. In the following weeks and months, they don’t talk about the hidden cabin in the palace’s forests at all. Jacqueline goes there from time to time to make it a comfortable space, but she doesn’t give any news about that process to Madame de Montespan. They had agreed that any conversation inside the palace is likely to be heard by someone else, so the best way to keep it secret is by not talking about it. 

As weeks went by, Madame de Montespan noticed her pregnant belly grew. She could feel how some of her first pregnancy dresses got tighter and tighter around her bump until becoming useless. She even found uncomfortable with some of her more loose night dresses she had since before pregnancy. The child's weight increased more and more as weeks passed, so her moves turned less agile. Even after a short walk in the gardens, she feels exhausted and needs to take a rest.

Even though the other woman in the court talked about her size and how her fun with the king will bring her pain and suffering, Madame de Montespan stayed calm. Her husband was a really big man, so in her previous pregnancies she grew a bit more than in this one.

Her relation with the king improved. Now that her belly is round and tight, she spends most part of the evenings they share laying on the bed, letting the king rub and kiss her bump. Let’s remind ourselves that the king thinks she is pregnant for about four weeks less than she really is. So now she is in her thirty-ninth week, the king is excited about her size, believing she is just starting her ninth month.

Tonight she’s been asked by the king to visit his chamber. Although she is worried that her labor could start while being with the king, leaving her with no other option than giving birth for him, she knows she can’t refuse the invitation.

She goes to her chambers, where she gets ready for meeting the king. She uses a bit of perfume and styles her hair, just for the king to be able to put it in a mess. Not only that, but she also changes her clothes, going out, as usual, with just an almost transparent white dress under a coat. She knows that is the way to get the king excited, making him see her naked body as fast as possible. That is something impossible to do wearing a usual dress, they are heavy and make it difficult to get undressed sensually. With her current outfit, all she has to do is take off the coat and the king can immediately see her pregnant body’s shape. Especially when she does it in front of the fire, because her figure gets lightened from behind, making the dress appear almost transparent.

The king sees all her curves. He knows that not only her belly has changed. Her breasts are bigger and with darker areolas and her hips are wider, ready for the birth. He moves towards her and when he is close enough she takes his hands and places them on her belly. 

“Oh, look what we’ve got here.” He says rubbing her navel, now pointing out. He presses it softly as she makes an excited moan. With one hand making its way to her pussy, they both start walking close together towards the bed, placed at the other side of the room. She helps the king pull her dress up until he is able to start rubbing her pussy. Suddenly she stops walking, her moans becoming louder, feeling the king pleasuring her. The king makes her keep moving until they reach the bed. She lies on it, spreading her legs and the king crawls to meet her pussy with his mouth.

“Ooooh… Oh yes… Oooh yess… Ooh Sire…” She rubs her breasts as she gets more and more excited. Her belly makes it impossible for her to see what the king is doing, but she sure can feel it. “OOHH YES… OOHH… OOOOHH… OOAAAAAAHHH…” She screams, reaching an orgasm. 

The king stops pleasuring her and gives her time to get fully naked. He reaches one of the near tables to get a bottle full of oil. As Madame de Montespan lays down again, he opens it and pours some of the oil on her belly. She knows what to do now, let the king watch while she extends the oil over her naked body. 

She begins rubbing her belly, which immediately turns brighter, reflecting the light of the candles. She then passes both her hands between her breasts, moving them up and down a couple of times before rubbing her whole breasts. Now that her torso is covered with oil, she starts pleasuring herself, with one hand on her pussy and the other stimulating her nipples.

“Look Sire… Aahh… Look what you’ve done… Ohh… You made me look like Venus… Oohh… I’m your goddess… Aaahh… Your pregnant goddess… Oohh… OOHH… I’m yours… AAAHH… Take me… Take… AAAAAHHHH…” Her legs shake uncontrollably as she squirts, her arms grab her belly, and she lets her head fall back to the bed. Some of the liquid has gone far enough to reach the king, exciting him even more. When she recovers herself, she looks at the king while sensually biting one of her fingers. 

The king has had enough of the show and now wants to act. He starts moving towards her, slowly climbing all over her body. When he reaches her breasts, he gently bites one of them, just for a moment, before meeting Madame de Montespan’s lips. They kiss passionately for a while, until the king decides to stop. He goes off the bed and gives a hand to her to help her stand up. Then she bends over the bed, offering her pussy to the king. The king, having her dick already erect, puts two fingers up her thighs. Feeling how wet she is, he takes no time to wait before going in. She has her head between her elbows, resting on the bed, and she moans in pleasure feeling the king going in and out in the initial gentle thrusts. The king bends over her to grab her whole belly as he increases the speed. She starts to feel an orgasm building up so takes one hand to her clit to get more pleasure. When the king's thrusts turn more rough she comes, screaming wildly as she feels her legs get wet from her own squirt. The king keeps his fast rhythm, making her scream for over a minute until he comes in her, feeling her with his seed. 

Madame de Montespan goes up the bed and rests side-lying, still making some groans. The king lies behind her and kisses her neck while rubbing her belly. He feels it tighter and lower than before the sex.

“Athénaïs, If you keep orgasming this crazy, this child will be born in no time. Do you feel how tight your belly is?” The king says while rubbing her belly.

“Sure Sire, any day now you are gonna pop this baby out of me.” She tries to keep a sensual voice, but she knows that the king is right. While she was standing by the bed, being fucked hard and orgasming more than ever before, she felt her belly get tight and, as the king kept fucking her, she felt the baby fall deeper in her pelvis. She is really worried because she knows that since the belly drops, the birth could occur in a matter of hours.

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Xena's Unexpected Desire - Part 2/2

In the following hours, Xena’s labor progressed quickly. Now we are almost in the doggy position. She is on her hands and knees, gently moving her hips from side to side.

“Here comes another one.” She says. I feel her pain in her words. Then, her breaths become stronger, mixed with low guttural sounds and she moves her hips with desperation, trying to ease the pain. I’m right behind her, doing my best not to get excited watching her movements and hearing her sounds. I’m applying pressure on her lower back, as she asked me to do but I can’t resist lowering one of my hands from time to time to feel how tight her belly gets during a contraction.

“I feel the baby getting lower with each contraction.” Xena informs me once the contraction is over. “I can feel it right in my bones. Please, check my progress.” I step back to see her pussy.

“I can’t see any changes down here” 

“Haha! No Dan. I know the baby is not coming out yet.” She is laughing at my ignorance. “I need you to tell me how dilated I am. Put two fingers in me and find how much of the baby you can feel, right?” After saying this, she changes her position, now touching the grass with her head and shoulders, better exposing her pussy to me.

“Oh! Ok. I get it.” I lick two of my fingers before inserting them in Xena’s pussy. I immediately feel that there was no need in doing it as she is so wet. I keep driving my fingers deeper and deeper. She makes some moans of discomfort. 

“Quickly. Aahh. Another contraction.” I can’t do it fast. I need some time to figure out what I am touching. Then, I feel how her pussy becomes even tighter around my fingers as she is contracting. I already know, or suppose to know, how dilated she is. However, I keep my fingers in her until the contraction ended, enjoying that marvelous tightness.

“If I’m not wrong, you are about this much dilated.” She is panting, with her head still on the grass and turned to the left, looking at my wet fingers. 

“Right. Soon I will be pushing it out.” She says with determination.

I lay on her side, facing her, and I notice how she is sweating. I gently start rubbing her back.

“Xena, how did you check your progress being alone in your first birth?” 

“Oh. I didn’t. Actually there’s no real need, I’ll feel the urge to push anyway. But, these last contractions were strong, I’m quite nervous and I just wanted to know. Luckily for me, now I have you here.” Of course, I feel I’m even luckier. “Can you help me stand up and walk a bit?”

She gets on her knees as I stand up. I help her stand up.

“Your belly is lower.” I notice now I can see it clearly. I touch it with both my hands. “Oh, and so tight.”

“Yeah” She puts her hands over mine, still on her belly. “I’m not joking when I say I’ll be pushing in no time.” She starts pacing around the fire, moving with difficulty, with her legs more spread than normal. “Ahhh. DAN COME! Ooooooh. Contraction!” She screams.

I rush and stand behind her. Putting my arms under her shoulders I am able to support her weight while rubbing her belly. She is making low guttural sounds and moving her hips while feeling the pain. Her hands are again over mine. Then, as the contraction fades away, I can feel her belly change shape. She doesn’t remove her hands and doesn’t stop moving her hips, so we are kind of dancing just hearing the fire cracking. 

About a minute later, she turns around. She is smiling, with tears in her eyes and, without saying a thing, she kisses me, placing her hands on my neck. I don’t need words to understand she is thankful, she is experiencing pain to extents I can’t even imagine and values my aid. Suddenly, she hangs her weight off my neck, spreads her legs and a flush of water falls to the grass, near my feet.

“Ooooghh goood. My water Dan. Ooohhhh. Water broke. Aaaaahhh gotta push! Gotta PUSH! Ah ah oh. Help me to the wall. Aaaagghh.” With her legs spread, she is able to make some steps until reaching the nearest corner, where two on the low walls meet. She positions herself resting on the corner. Her back is upright, her body is low, as if she was sitting in an imaginary chair. She spreads her legs until each one touches the walls,  forming a right angle as the walls do. “NNGGGGHH.” As she pushes, her hands grab her knees tightly, her chin goes deep between her breasts and her face turns red. “Ah. It hurts!”

“Come on Xena! Keep pushing!” I encourage her, feeling I have never seen a woman in such powerful look. Seeing her squeezing her big belly and seeing her tight pussy, is when I fully realize, fully understand, the hard and unbelievable job she’s got ahead. I start getting concerned about it but I have to remind myself that as there’s not much I can do to help her with her efforts, the least I can do is keep encouraging her. “Push! Push! You can do it.”

“Hof, hof, hof, hof…” She pants heavily before pushing again. “I’m pushing. UUNNGGGGHHHH. I can feel it. UUNNGGGGHHHH. Moving down. UUNNGGGGHHHH. Hurts!” When she stops pushing to pant, her head falls back to the wall and her hands move to her belly. She realizes I’m just standing, looking at her, with nothing to do. “Dan, come here. Do you wanna feel it coming down? Come quickly.” I kneel in front of her. As I get two fingers close to her pussy, she looks at me and nods. “Ah, aaah. OOOOOOOOH! Can you feel?”

“Yes Xena. It’s coming down!” I feel my hand being squeezed by the contraction and pushed out by a mass that’s making its way through. “It’s coming fast! Keep pushing!”

“UUNNGGGGHHHH Should be faster! Ah, aaah AAAAAGGGHHH. I feel somthing wrong!”

“Come on Xena, don’t give up! It’s coming. Just push!” I don’t give much credit to her words as I understand she is in so much pain and can’t think properly. With her next push I realize that her pussy is beginning to be stretched wide apart. “OH! Xena! I can see it! You are so close. Keep pushing!”

“UUNNGGHHH….   UUNNNGHHH…. Oh I feel it! HURTS! It’s ripping me!” Xena starts losing control. I can see the baby making her tight pussy open in a teardrop shape. “AAAAAHH…   AAAAAHH… Something is wrong! Something feels wrong! Could it be…  AAAAAAHH…  Dan Oh Dan. Tell me, does it have hair?”

“Eh? No…. it’s bald” I’m quite confused for the question until…

“FUCK! It’s breach Dan! AAAAAAAHH… It’s fucking breach! That’s why it feels so strange, so hard” Xena seems to be in control again. “Can you see the legs or the butt coming out first?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s the butt. Xena, is everything right?” I don’t fully understand what’s happening.

“AAAAAAH…  Hof, hof, hof. Well, it could be better. Babies usually are born head first. That’s, let’s say, easier. Ah ah AAAAGGH. This is just making me suffer a bit more.” She explains between pushes as her pussy is expanded to a growing full circle. “OOOOOOHH…  It burns!”

“It’s coming out! Come on push!”

“OOOOOOOHH… I’m pushing FUCK! OOOOOOOGH…Dan, don’t touch it until the shoulders are about to come out, then grab it while I push the… OOOOOOOGGGH…  head out.” With each push, the baby moves slowly out. Xena is screaming in agony as it starts to emerge. “AAAAAAAAAH… NNNNNNNNNGGH… Come on!” Now, almost half of the baby is out. The legs are bent backwards and the feet are still trapped inside Xena. That makes it look like a rigid block of bones and skin.

“It’s half way out. PUSH!”

“NNNNGGGGHHHH….” With this push the legs become free. “Grab it!” She says before pushing again amb bringing all the baby’s body out.

“Xena, come on, just the head and it will be over”

“AAAAAAAAGGH… AAAAAAAAAAGGGHH…. AAAAAAAOOOhhhhh” She pushes the head out and falls to the grown, exhausted, and I give her the baby. “It’s a girl. Oh a precious girl” She says. She is now sitting on the grown and I notice her legs shaking a bit. “Dan, please, bring me a piece of rope and a knife. I’ll cut the umbilical cord”

I do as she says. Once she's done with the cord, she places the baby girl to rest on her chest and a smile appears on her face. She is semi-lying, the sweat that covers all her body makes her hair look messy, and she keeps her legs quite spread. 

  “Do you want to hold her?” She asks.

“Oh, me, eh… of course I do.” I get on my knees to grab the baby. 

“Just hold her head.” She says.

“Do you know what name you are gonna give her?” 

“Yes, Mel, as my mother.”

“I’m gonna give her back to you, I’m sure she wants to be with her momma.” I return Mel to Xena and I sit on her side. “I have to admit that she looks smaller than I had expected judging by your size.”

“Well you’re right I suppose. But I’d say that I’ve been quite lucky. I don’t think I could have endured a breach birth with a bigger baby.” She looks at me. “And I’m sure this birth would have been worse without having you here.”

“Xena, I’ve almost done nothing! It’s just you that are marvelous.”

“No Dan.” She insists. “You’ve seen how vulnerable I looked pushing this baby out of me.”

“I would say powerful, not vulnerable.”

“Well, anyway I felt vulnerable. And your kind support made it easier to find the strength I needed.”

“Xena.” I smile. “Considering how this birth started, I think it’s too much to consider it a kind support.”

“I see you insist on not accepting your merits, but I must thank you anyway.” She says smiling and caressing my face. Then she feels pain. “Ah, ounch!”

“Are you alright Xena?” I ask her.

“Yes, don’t worry. I have to deliver the afterbirth.” She says with one hand on her belly while the other supports the newborn. “Aaah... AAAAAH…   OOOOOHHH…   Fuck!” 

“Is it supposed to hurt that much, Xena?” I ask her.

“Sure I remember it to be less painful. Maybe it hurts more when you just had a hard birth.” She looks a bit concerned. “Oh, here comes again. OOH… OOOOOHHHH… AAAAAAAAGGGHHH… Ahh, ahh, ahhh. Dan, It feels wrong! AAAAGGGGGHHH” She starts massaging her not so tight belly until… “DAN! It’s another baby! I can feel it!” She grabs one of my hands and put it on her lower belly, near her pussy. “Can you feel it? I WAS CARRYING TWINS!” I can feel a strange bulge just above her hips.

“Are you sure it’s not the placenta?”

“Of course I am. The placenta is not made of bones! AAAAAAAHHHH… Hof hof hof… ”

“Alright. Can you push in this position?” She is semi-reclined. “Shall I hold Mel?” I position myself on my knees in front of her.

“I’ll just push and see what happens.” She sits herself up a bit more and spreads her legs once again. “And I’ll hold Mel. I need you with both hands free. Here it comes. Ah, ah, ah, PUSHHHHAAAAGGHHHH…  AAAGGGGHHHHH…” I keep her knees apart as she pushes. “It’s working! It’s moving down!”

“Then keep pushing!”

“AAAAAAAGGGHHHHH…  AAAAAGGGGHHHH… ah, ah, ah… It’s faster this time.” She is right. With just two pushes a slippery black mass starts opening her pussy in a teardrop shape.

“Xena. I can see it! And it’s a head!”

“Hof, hof. Yeahh. Oh oh OOOOOOOHHH… AAAAAAAAAAHHH… Burns! It’s too big!”

“Come on! You’re almost there!”

“AAAAAAAGGGGHH… AAAAAAaaahhh…” The head reaches a full crown and she reaches one hand to feel it.

“It’s almost out, Xena! Push!”

“AAAAAAHHHH…  AAAAHHH…” The head comes out followed by some fluids.

“The head is out! Come on, one last effort!”

“Hof, hof, hof, hof NNHGGG… Hof hof hof NNNGGGHH…” She gives small pushes as I can see the baby rotate. Then she pushes hard again. “AAAAAAAGGGHHHH… AAAAHHH…” Nothing happens. “AAAAAGGGGHHHH… OOOOOOHHH… It’s stuck! I need to give it more room” With her free hand, she grabs one of her legs under the knee and pulls it as far back as possible. “Help me open up more.” I push her other leg back as much as I can. Now, considering her lower body, she looks like a turkey about to be stuffed. Both her legs are kept spread, her belly has a strange sharp look and there’s a head hanging out her pussy.

“Push now Xena. PUSH!”

“OOOOOOOHHHHH… OOOOOOOHHHHH… AAAHH, NOT WORKING AAAHH… ”

“Keep Pushing! Keep Pushing!”

“NO! AAAAAAHHHH… IT’S ON MY BONE! Ah, ah… The shoulder is stuck. Hof, hof… You have to get it free! Hof, hof…Help me on my hands and knees. AAAHH, hof, hof…” She says between heavy breaths. “Quickly! I must not push until you release it. Grab Mel.” She gives the little baby to me. “AAHH. Make sure the head is safe while I turn” Then, keeping her legs spread, she begins rotating to one side until she rests on her hands and knees. “Give Mel back to me and get behind me!” I pass her the baby, she puts it on the grass in front of her, and I get behind her on my knees.

“Alright, what should I do?”

“I’ll arc my back, you have to put two fingers in my pussy, find one of the shoulders and gently make it pass my bone.” I put two fingers on her pussy following the baby’s neck. “AAAAAAHHHH…” She screams in response. I push the shoulder back in and down. “AAAAAAAHHHH… you son of a bitch!”

“It’s free, now push.”

“AAAAAGGGHHHH… AAAAAOOOOOHHHH… OHHH, OHHH, OHHH…” The baby’s shoulders are pushed out and now make her pussy be as stretched as it was with the breach. “AAAAAGGGHHHH… AAAAAAAOOoohhh…” With two more pushes the baby comes out to my hands.

“You did it again! It’s a boy, Xena, you have a son!”

“Oh, a boy…”

She sits on the grass, and grabs the two newborns. She cuts the baby boy’s cord with the tools she had used before, which are still by her side.

“I’m gonna name him Dan, so as to never forget this night and all your help.”

“Xena, you’re so kind.”

Thirty minutes later, Xena is delivering the placenta. As she had said, it looks like an easy process and Xena only makes some faces of discomfort and a couple of groans. Both babies learn quickly to suck milk from her breasts and, once they are satisfied, they fall asleep.

The sun is rising when Xena too falls asleep. She is fully naked, lying on her side with the two babies in front of her. I cover her up with one of the blankets we have and I let her rest. 

We spend the rest of the day doing almost nothing in our little secret place. The following day, we resume our journey, each of us carrying one baby. There’s only one thought that keeps coming to my mind. I’m fully aware that my situation with Xena will not get past the friendship. Even considering the amazing intimate moments we have shared these past days, I know she doesn't want to be in a relationship with anybody. However, witnessing her delivering the babies has been a really exciting experience, it really turned me on. So, I can’t wait to meet a woman who I can marry, get her pregnant several times and be her only helper in the births.

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Xena's Unexpected Desire - Part 1/2

Disclaimer: This story is a fanfic of the TV series Xena: Warrior Princess. I do not own the characters in this story.

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Here we are, preparing our camp now that we still have 2 hours left of sunlight. We started walking 10 hours ago today and just stopped to eat some dinner in a small village we found on the way. This has been the fourth day of our journey and we expect to get to our destination the day after tomorrow.

Let me introduce myself. I’m Dan, a 28 year old man and I’m on this journey just because a friend of mine asked me to accompany her. She is Xena, although you might know her as the Warrior Princess. I’m sure you wonder why a powerful warrior as she is would need anybody by her side during a journey. Well, the fact is that she is pregnant, heavily pregnant I’d say. She is due in a week and this is the main reason we are doing this trip, so she can get to where Gabrielle, her closest friend, is and stay there to give birth with her support. 

Gabrielle is taking care of an old man who recently got ill. He has a daughter, Stephanie,  but she can’t stay much at home as she is an experienced midwife with lots of patients that are due in this month. When Xena knew Gabrielle couldn’t be with her at the end of her pregnancy, she got quite disappointed. However, she sent a letter to Stephanie, asking her whether she could pay a visit and stay for a couple of weeks at her place. Stephanie answered back saying: “Of course Xena, Gabrielle’s friends are my friends. I’m quite worried for a woman in your state doing such a long trip but, if you feel confident about it, I’ll see you next week.” Two days later we were starting this trip.

Now I’m trying to light a fire where we have chosen to spend the night. It seems to be the ruins of a little cottage that had two rooms. Only the bottom part of the walls are still standing and what used to be the floor is covered by grass, but it will be enough to protect us from the wind. Xena arrives carrying some wood she found. I notice she is moving with some difficulties, she must be tired. The fire builds up quickly so I can start cooking the meat we bought on our way while Xena is resting, sitting on the grass. We are in silence and, as night closes up, the only sound we hear is the fire cracking. This may be why I can notice a sudden change in Xena’s breaths. Then, as I turn my head towards her, I see how she places one hand over her belly.

“Is everything right Xena?”  I ask.

She looks quite concerned. “Yes I suppose, but today’s journey has been really hard for me in my state.”

“Why didn’t you told me It before? We could have stopped earlier.”

“Well, I saw no use in worrying you. This pregnancy is my responsibility.”

“You can’t be serious Xena, I decided to do this trip with you, It was my choice to be here helping you. You just have to let me.”

She doesn’t give me any reply. I finish cooking the meat and we eat it still in silence, avoiding looking at each other's eyes. 

Then she said, “Dan, I’m sorry. I told you I had an awful day today and I can’t stop thinking that I can’t make It to Gabrielle’s place.”

“Do you mean… You have been having contractions, haven’t you?” 

“Oh, not really contractions. Just practice contractions, ones we don’t have to worry about. I mean I can’t stand another day and a half walking.”

“Alright. We can walk just in the mornings or until you feel tired and then stop to rest.”

“Yes, I’ve thought about it but that would mean we will end this trip in maybe four or five days.”

“I see where you are trying to get” I start to get worried, “Maybe you don’t have that time until birth begins… But Xena, we must try it anyway!”

“It’s easy for you to say Dan. I would be making a considerable effort and if labor starts, maybe I won’t have enough strength to endure it, which would mean lots of suffering during a long birth.”

“But what other option do we have? If we keep our journey we can make it to Gabrielle’s place. That was the original plan.”

“The original plan implied arriving there a few days before my due date, so I would be able to rest. If we keep walking just in the mornings, even if my labor doesn't start during the journey, I will be giving birth shortly after arriving, with no time to rest. The main problem remains then. ”

“Well, Xena, you are the one carrying a child. The decision is yours but I don’t see any alternatives.”

“Dan, what I’m trying to tell you is that I want to birth this baby now.”

“WHAT! Now? Here? With no help?”

“You are here, you can help me. It won't be much different from giving birth where Gabrielle is. There I would also have her support but not much more. Stephanie, as you know, won’t be there to assist me, she has so many patients to take care of.”

I am shocked by this revelation. Before starting this trip, I assumed that I would be assisting Xena in her labor, but not in the middle of nowhere, not alone. I thought Gabrielle would be there and I’d just have to give extra support. 

With all these thoughts in my mind, I’m not able to speak. Then, after a few seconds of silence, she keeps talking.

“Look, Dan. As you know, this is my second pregnancy. Four years ago I gave birth alone, hiding from enemies in a cold mountain covered with snow. Birth is hard, exhausting, but I know I can handle It. And the best moment to do it is now. We’ve found this hidden place, and I’ve just rested a little and ate.”

“Xena, of course I will help you. But I must say I’m quite worried. I remember your last pregnancy and, I haven’t said it to you before, but your belly is now much bigger. Doesn’t it mean that this will be a harder delivery?”

“You’re right, I’ve been thinking about it also but there’s nothing we can do about it now. This baby is gonna come out of me anyway so maybe birthing it a bit sooner might make it easier, right? ”

“Yes, I suppose… But Xena, If we stay here waiting for your labor to start, we will eventually run out of food. I can go to get more if needed but that would mean leaving you here alone for maybe half a day. That would be risky for you.”

“Oh Dan. I don’t want to be here waiting. I want it to start now, I want you to induce my labor”

This situation seems to be getting from bad to worse. What does Xena have in mind? Although my worries haven't disapeared, I understand that she is going to go through a hard experience. She is not telling it to me but I’m sure she is quite nervous about it. I can only give her my support. 

“Ok Xena, I told you I’m here to help. What do I have to do?”

“Well Dan, labor can be induced by eating some special roots, by walking, which I had enough for today, and also doing something we both did in the past, in your backyard, the summer we first met. Something we have never done since.”

Of course I remember those summer nights. I was a virgin boy captivated by Xena’s young beauty. She is a year older than me so I felt I was dreaming the moment she guided me to my backyard, after we both left the tavern together and talked for a while. She undressed herself, got fully naked and layed on the ground. Her firm breasts and hot body made me get a boner immediately. I quickly got naked too, she then spread her legs exposing her wet pussy for me. That was my first time and, to my amaze, we kept having sex almost every night during that summer. 

Even now, about ten years later, I still can recall those amazing nights. Now my relation with Xena has become more of a friendship. As she said, we had never had sex since then. Her adventures took her far away and, when we reunited, we kept being good friends.

“Look Xena, I’m not gonna pretend that I don’t wanna have sex with you. I mean, I’ve always found you gorgeous and now, well, let me say that for me this pregnancy makes you look hotter than ever before. ”

“Then, say nothing more. I’m fully aware of what I want Dan. I’m not asking this to a stranger while being driven by desperation. I’m asking this to you, I trust you. Would you pop this baby out of me?” She said sensually, grabbing her belly with two hands. She starts pacing towards me.

I can’t say no. “Of course…” I get closer to her, she takes both my hands and places one on her belly and one on her breast. We kiss for quite a long time, she keeps me pressed against her belly and I rub every little part of It. 

I keep moving the hand I have on her belly, placing It lower and lower until I reach her pussy. When I start pleasuring her, she stops kissing with a gasp of surprise that quickly becomes pleasure. In her excitement, she rushes to get fully naked. Now I drive her to the wall so she feels kind of trapped in a situation she wishes would last forever. I haven’t stopped pleasuring her but now my attention is set on her exposed breasts. I recall those moments where they were nubile, and were mine. They have changed, have got bigger and tighter, becoming even more attractive. I grab them with my free hand, enjoying their new look. Xena, gets an orgasm that makes her fall to her knees making loud groans.

“Oh Dan, just don’t stop” She begs.

I lower myself, grab her by her hair and make her face me. Still with an excited breathing, she shortly kisses me before laying on her back and exposing her pussy to me. I crawl to reach that treasure with my mouth while keeping her legs wide spread.

“Oh, oh, oh good, oh good, DAN. I’M CUMMING” She screams, quickly reaching another orgasm.

Her uncontrollable spasm makes her thighs press against my head as I keep licking her pussy. When she gets over it, I start slowly climbing her belly, her breasts, her mouth. I unnecessarily stimulate my erect dick, which is getting closer to Xena’s pussy. When I’m about to put it in, she sais:

“Please Dan, not like this. It will be so uncomfortable for me.”

“Right” I say moving to one side. 

Xena then sits herself up and, smiling, rubs my dick and kisses me just before getting on all fours in front of me. She turns her head, looking at me as I get closer, as I get in. I began doing slow and gentle thrusts, letting her rhythmically respond with her movements. With both my hands on her waist, I increase the speed and start fucking her a bit rougher. In response, her goans get louder. She takes one hand off the grass to rub her clit, increasing her pleasure and crying out loud “YES, DAN, YES.”

I bend over, grab her tits and whisper in her ear: “Oh Xena, I want you to ride me, I want to enjoy your pregnant belly moving up and down.”

“I can try.” She says panting.

I lay on my back, watching Xena standing over me and slowly squatting. I offer her a hand to support, which she grabs tightly. With her free hand, she guides my dick into her and begins bouncing. I rub her big pregnant belly, now fully exposed for me to see. I’m enjoying this position so much but Xena gets tired after a couple of minutes. Next we move to a spooning position. I kiss her neck and rub her clit while fucking her quite hard. 

“Yes Dan, yes Dan. Oh good I’m cumming, I’M CUMMING. AAAAHHHH...” She screams as I also cum in her with three final strong thrusts.

We are both exhausted, and in so much pleasure. We feel as if we are a bit drunk. Laying on the grass, looking at the stars above, we feel our breaths and our heart rate going back to normality. 

“I hope It has been useful.” I say almost whispering and smiling.

“It has, I promise you. I haven’t been with a man for the last 6 months, since I started showing. For most men pregnancy is a turn-off. That made me feel so bad about my body. Dan, you make me feel sexy”

“You are Xena, you are so sexy. And even more now you’re pregnant. I’ve told you.”

“Aahh” Xena feels a sharp pain in her belly. “Dan, Dan. You did it. I’m having contractions. You popped me!” Says with excitement.

“Really? Oh, ok. Great!” I’m a bit shocked, It started so fast.

“Yeah. I should rest now,  I have a birth to endure. And Dan, you did it perfectly, you made me cum several times and I’m sure It helped in bridging up labor so fast.”

“Rest for now Xena. I’m gonna pick some wood to keep the fire alive” I kiss her belly before standing up, get dressed and leave.

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Pregnant Xena, The Warrior Princess

A new story I wrote is comming soon.

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