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She prepped all year to be wide enough to fit the special doll inside. She was having so much fun, this would be her best costume yet.

She might even win first place. Dad called me to the hotel, said it was urgent, that he had to see me right away.

I had gone home for a few hours to give my Dad a break, but after a few hours away, he demanded I come see him. I looked at him, stunned. My insides seemed to drop out from underneath me.

My own father, and the man who gave me our baby almost nine months ago, was So sorry. I have to be The birth of my own brother? I wanted this more than anything.

I mean: look at you, my big swollen boy. My dad hesitated for a moment, like he was going to walk out of the room that second, before he started beaming.

All it took to soothe his guilt was the arrival of his son. The birth. And this way we have a little time before the contractions And the next thing I knew, my dad had pulled down my pants and moved me gently to lay on my back on the bed.

Then, like magic, my dad was in me — all eight, thick inches were pushing inside me. It was bliss, even as I could feel things begin to shift inside my womb.

The contractions started, and my dad buried himself inside me in order to share in the feeling of labour. Pain and pleasure of hitherto unknown levels washed over me, the pain first, the pleasure lingering second.

My dad pulled out, cleaned me up with his tongue, and then set to work helping me to give birth. He was amazing — supportive and calm.

The baby was out in only three hours — an unusually fast birth. Once everything had settled down, Dad apologized for being about to walk out on me.

He cried, and I cried, and then we kissed deeply, while our new son rested quietly on the other bed. All under one condition. Have another with me.

After all, you did make it My dad had never seemed more contented in those moments; how could I take that away from him when it cost me nothing? So I lied about the birth control.

For a full year, it was fine. We did it a lot, too. Over Christmas, that walk after dinner we took?

Nope, we stayed in the garage, locked the door, and hoped no one would try to come in while my dad was railing me in the backseat of the antique Firebird, stored away for the winter.

The father-son golf weekend we did down in Myrtle Beach? About two weeks ago, one of the bros I train with at the gym made a crack about my belly.

But when I went for a shower a half hour later, there was no denying: my body looked different. Then it hit me, and a few hours later the home test kit was confirming my suspicion, my fear: pregnant.

Dad was the only one who was cumming in me, so it had to be his. My baby. Our baby. The ramifications were weird, but I skipped all of that and landed on fear.

What would dad think, feel, say when I would tell him? I woke up this morning feeling nauseous and it had nothing to do with morning sickness.

I left my apartment in the morning and went over to his place. He lived alone, after leaving my mom a few years ago. Real, honest love.

When I got to his place, dad was just finishing his breakfast. He kissed me as I walked in, and took at seat at the kitchen table with him.

He got up and pushed the table away from me so he could get close. He bent down on one knee to look me in the eye again, my own head now bowed down at the tiled floor in shame.

I was crying now. All I could think about was how I had let my dad down. I was supposed to be easy to love, serious but not complicated.

And now I was this floosy who went and got himself knocked up and ruined everything. The thoughts started in my head.

All he likes me for is my body, from all the college sports. If I graduate. Do you know how happy I am?

Why would I— oh, because I asked you once about birth control? No, I was just curious whether you thought we were Raising a kid together is the most exhilarating adventure I can imagine going in with you.

Our kid. The perfect birthing body; your tits, I mean, cmon, a lactating dream. Of course I want this from you.

For you. For us! I thought about it. The next nine months growing larger and larger. Dad would walk by my side at the mall as I waddled under the weight of his baby, and I could imagine my pride at being the one allowed to carry it.

Dad would bring me vitamins and healthy food and throw me the best baby shower just me and him. And Dad would probably want to fuck me.

I thought about nearing labour. Dad would have me on bed rest, rubbing my belly with lotion or eating my tight pussy out while I moan on all fours and grab at my gravid baby bump.

And then birth would come, and dad would be there for the whole thing. My pulse begun to race in excitement. Give me more than just this baby.

At that, my dad swept me off my feet and ran me to his bedroom. My clothes and his clothes were off in a flash, and my damp, wet boipussy was already up in the air, waiting for dad.

When he slid himself in, we both moaned in ecstasy. Dad slapped my ass, and I talked dirty in return. Dad licked at my pussy, and I choked on his cock.

Near the end of our celebratory fuck, dad was pumping harder and slower, so deep that I could feel him knocking at my cervix.

The whole image was too much: my own father, the love of my life, balls deeps in me, with our own child only inches away in my womb.

And then my voice raised itself a third time to a feminine yelp, as my dad was only seconds away from coming.

Give me a son. Give me a brother! Give me a son! My womb shuddered as I too found myself at climax, a rare cervical orgasm that wracked my entire nervous system in ecstasy.

I was again crying a little, this time from the mixture of happy emotions and the physical pleasures I had just endured.

My dad, on the other hand, seemed to calmy purr, and his hand rubbed at my lower stomach. Underneath my abs, I could feel our baby adjust itself in the womb.

Our family was all together. Quick get my panties off, I can feel the baby coming! You little shit!

No one can ever know about this! Hi, everyone. Enjoy and thanks for the support! Katou pulls Iwaki to his knees, his stomach hanging low in front of him.

So full and deep. A palm between his shoulder blades keeps Iwaki at the right angle while Katou thrusts deeper.

Sparks filled their eyes as they reached completion together. A haggard man stares at him in the mirror.

His head hangs off of his shoulders and he pants feeling the next spasm beginning. His legs spread apart and he holds the side of the porcelain in a white knuckled grip.

The huge weight inside has gotten heavier, lower. Without realizing it, the muscles inside bear down. The pain eases, Iwaki lets out another sob and the process begins again.

Seia goes into labor at work. Seia has an important meeting. A career changing meeting. As he waits for the meeting to start a sharp pain hits. His hand flies to his belly.

The other braces himself against the table. The boardroom fills with powerful men in well tailored suits. He braces his arms against the table, head hanging for a moment.

He needs to make it through this meeting. Takes a deep breath and stares the men down. Business jargon falls from his lips and he strides to point at the charts on a monitor.

As he discusses the figures for the next quarter a harsh cramp seizes his stomach. A quiet whimper escapes his throat.

Seia must finish the meeting quickly and get out of the office. He needs to call Mamoru. He groans and sags against the boardroom table as the satisfied board members file out of the room.

A wet sensation runs down his leg darkening his pants and he moans again. They begin to set up for a new scene.

Iwaki is increasingly uncomfortable. He wonders if he hurt his back or ate something strange to cause these cramps.

At least his acting is authentic. With any luck this will be as well received as his performance in that medical drama. Seia falls to his hands and knees and moans low in his throat as he finally enters their home.

Mamoru, disheveled from sleep he attended a dramatic birth the night before rushes to help. Swiftly, Seia is undressed, Mamoru assessing the current state of his lover.

Supplies are brought to their bedroom and Seia is made comfortable. The pains are closer and his back aches. Mamoru suggests something he usually gets the husband to help with when his patients are laboring at home.

Mamoru strips. His arousal is evident. This goes on until Seia cannot handle it any longer he needs… Mamoru is already on it. Fingers scissoring deep inside.

He is also checking progress, but Seia is too disoriented to realize. He just needs to make it a little longer and he can go home and rest.

You can start pushing with the next contraction. They always leave the viewer wanting more. Iwaki is pale and still shaking. He puts his game face on and thankfully gets himself and Katou gone quickly.

He is sweating and panting through his teeth. Something is huge within his walls pressing outward. He cannot resist the instinct to bear down.

His hole distends outwards painfully and something breaches, spreading it open. A trembling hand reaches back to feel.

Such a small thing to exit, but there is something far larger just behind his wall of muscle. A foot! He was the Seahorse. It was pregnancy.

A contraction seizes him once more and he screams, bearing down. The baby, his baby is coming out backwards. He feels the ring of flesh, that Katou lovingly tends, bow outward again but the baby is far too large to pass.

His puckered ring forced outwards and open as part of the second leg begins to come. Questioning noises come from Katou as he holds Iwaki up.

Clearly he is struggling and in pain. Katou shifts his hold on Iwaki to look. Most of a leg and part of the second foot have made it out of his husband.

He helps Iwaki to brace himself against the sink once more. I need you to try and do that again. I will help you push effectively. Katou inserts a finger freeing the first arm, then the second.

Iwaki bears down again and the shoulders are freed. Iwaki collapses to the floor, the pressure finally gone. He is shaking and aches but shrill cries fill the air and he instinctively reaches for the baby.

Katou places a towel over the two of them and rushes to get necessary items. We had a girl. Katou takes care of things and then returns. Thankfully the 24 hour convenience store had formula.

They cuddle until the alarm goes off. I studied. Your performance will be amazing. A mother saw their show and thought that Iwaki and Katou could take care of her.

What realism to use a literal newborn for the birth scene. Think of the ratings. Seia grunts and moans. Keep pushing! It feels so good! Feyre is heavily pregnant and Rhysand is away on a diplomatic errand with Mor, Azriel, and her sisters.

This leaves a nervous Cassian and Lucien to watch over her. Warning scenes of graphic childbirth, nudity, swearing. I refuse to have this baby until then.

At least I was breathing easier. The babe within me had finally removed himself from directly below my ribcage allowing me to draw my first deep breath in ages.

A couple of hours later I had not only amassed a tidy sum, but the ache in my back was now a fire that wrapped around my hips and lower belly.

As Lucien tossed his hand on the table in disgust, I decided, perhaps, to have a bath before dinner. Will one of you help me up please?

Take it easy. Are you alright? Within my womb the pressure built and built until a sudden release. Liquid sluiced down my thighs to splash on the hardwood.

I was mortified. Supporting my weight he helped me to the sitting room across the hall. The twins were already wiping up the mess, while Lucien fetched a glass of water.

While Lucien was gone, I dropped my mental shields and stumbled down the bond to Rhys. He immediately opened his own shields of night-black adamant.

Do you think you could come home early? She thought to him. A thrill of love, lust, excitement, and sickening fear shot through me all at once as he caressed my mind quickly before disappearing as he winnowed towards home.

As he crossed the threshold he was struck by my appearance. Silhouetted against the window, my loose gown was slightly transparent.

Tucking in under my breasts and flowing over my gravid belly. Filled with his offspring. He felt his sac tighten at the thought.

Lucien arrived back at my side just in time for another contraction. Moaning, I gripped the window casing, claws slipping from beneath my skin and digging Into the wood.

It felt as though the world shook with the pressure of my contracting womb. A warm and gentle hand on my shoulder brought my head up as the contraction ended.

With a concerned look and shy smile he handed me the glass of water which I gratefully took. Though it had barely been an hour, I wondered where Rhysand had gotten to.

And for that matter, where was Cassian with Madja? I must have said something out loud. I huffed as my muscles tightened again.

Conveniently we were just passing the couch so I braced myself against its back, arms stiff as I rocked my hips in circles.

There was so much pressure. As I sighed and stood once again he brushed my face gently with a cool cloth. I leaned gratefully into the touch.

As I pulled back to thank him I noticed he was sweating and mussed as well. I was about to question if he was alright when another contraction barrelled into me.

I was very dimly aware of what was happening around me, so concentrating on within that the world had fallen away to nearly nothing.

My breathing was ragged as strong and familiar hands pulled me back. Shields up, Feyre darling. Every surge pulled me out of the winnow.

I could… feel everything. It took some doing and several contractions, but Rhys helped me up the stairs to the room we shared.

I braced myself against the bed and rode out another contraction, its pressure building within me. Rhys made soothing sounds and rubbed my back.

I arched into the touch, relishing the contract, the warmth of his hands. He chuckled. Another damnable contraction spearing through me. Let me help love.

The scent of the soothing fragrant oil we used for other things reached my nose as I rocked my widened hips back and forth. She also told you about her previous births; her first was an unexpected birth in her own bathtub that gave her an intense and shocking orgasm.

A few hours ago, when her water broke and her labor started, she cleaned her bowels with an enema, packed her bag with her delivery kit and a dildo for anal penetration, then went off to the park.

Now she approaches you, breathing harshly. Her labor has progressed into its advanced stage. You put down your book and begin stroking your erection.

Isabel arrives and you assume your position sitting against the tree. She goes through her bag, still huffing and puffing through the pain.

She hands you a bottle of lubricant from her bag. She stands up, ready to take her position. She will be straddling you on a sitting reverse cowgirl position.

She then lowers herself to a squat and spreads her butt with her hands. You aim at her tight dark asshole and slowly insert a lubricated finger inside.

Making sure that the anal canal is lubricated, you then slowly inserts another finger. You follow her instructions then fingered her ass again with more lube.

A contraction hits and her anus spasms around your fingers. She pants and sighs. It enters with a slight resistance due to its tightness, but the lube really helps you slide into her.

She throws her head back in ecstasy. Biting her lip, she lowers herself to your cock. You place the mirror in front of the both of you so you can see it clearly.

You see her shaved vulva bulging out slightly with a slit in the middle where the baby is coming out from. Isabel holds her thighs with her hands as far back as she can and begins to push with the contraction.

Her anus grips hard on your cock as she tries to push her baby out. You gasp and squeeze her belly with your hands; it becomes tight and hard as she pushes.

You groan in delight and start slowly thrusting in and out of her as she keeps on pushing. Milk leaks out of both breasts and drips on her belly.

You look into the mirror. The teardrop shape has gotten bigger. You think of a way to help her. You rub her clitoris with a circling motion that sens her into a frenzy.

You look into the mirror and you see the head of the baby, big and round and wet. You continue rubbing her clitoris, then you flick her nipple with the other hand.

You tug softly at her nipple, then flick it again. Isabel bears down and the head of the baby slides out with a large gush of birth fluids as she simultaneously orgasms.

She flings her head back, moaning, her face contorting in ecstasy. You stop flicking her nipples and start thrusting again. Isabel is limp as she catches her breath for a few minutes.

Another contraction comes. You groan in pleasure and without realizing it, you unload your seeds inside her ass.

Finally, the baby is born. Isabel pulls the baby to her chest. The baby coughs then begins crying. Isabel leans back at you, and you hold her in your arms like that.

A few while later the afterbirth is born and you call the Breeding Assistance Services to take the mother and the baby to the hospital for check up.

You go with Isabel on the ambulance journey to the hospital, holding her hand. Soon after you arrive at the hospital, before she is taken in to the Maternity Ward, she tells you her phone number.

You finally go to your apartment and immediately lay down in bed. You contemplate on your experience: first time anal fucking a woman in labor. Orlando Reyes was a respectable accountant.

He had a well-paying government job in the Special Capital Region, a flat for him and his girlfriend Yulia, a little pug named Shirley, and he was due to receive his child in two months.

In short, this is a man who had lived a comfortable, though average, life. This bland October morning he was suddenly sent by his office to deliver a presentation to an accounting firm in the city of San Natalia.

He knew that San Natalia was a Specialised Breeding Region, which means he should expect to see people copulating and delivering children everywhere, and by everywhere it truly meant everywhere.

Public nudity, which is a crime everywhere else, is a common sight in an SBR. The supervisor told him that the first time he went to San Natalia he nearly fainted after a woman stripped off her clothes, squatted down, and gave birth in front of him in a coffee shop… but that was surely something that Mr.

Reyes nodded in affirmative. The train departed at 9 pm and it was packed with passengers, mostly women, and about a third of them were visibly pregnant.

He had rarely seen a pregnant woman outside the Breeding Regions, and even then she was usually from that region. Now he took his seat as written on his ticket, and, to his surprise, although he did expect to be surprised, he was seated next to a heavily pregnant dame.

The lady quickly put her legs down and excused Reyes to his seat. She had thick legs and an Asian complexion, with black eyes and hair and freckles on her face.

She wore a yellow flowery dress made from thin cotton that accentuated her breasts and belly. In whole she seemed alright, if not for the fact that she just brazenly spreaded her legs in front of other passengers.

He sat down and stored his briefcase under the seat in front of him. On the down side he had to give up half of his space for this lady, but at least he had the window seat.

He had never been so close to a pregnant woman before, he thought. He had pulled his arm rest up to give more space for her, and now her gravid belly was almost, almost touching his right arm.

He tried not to stare at the gigantic display of gravidness. Signing up to be a Breeder? He never kept up with any news from the Breeding Regions, except for their financial situations.

Then they went silent again. Diane closed her eyes and rubbed her belly, while Reyes decided to focus on an article about the life of an opera singer who was formerly a Breeder in Puerpere.

And he was one beast, let me tell ya, always prowling like a tiger. Sensing that he would make things more awkward by saying anything, he put the magazine back, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep it off.

He finally fell asleep less than 15 minutes later, and the last thing he heard was Diane telling someone to fetch a birth kit for her.

He woke up to find that Diane was standing on her knees, facing back, holding the head of the seat tightly.

Her dress was pulled up and tied in front of her breasts, exposing her bare buttocks to Reyes. She had laid out a fluffy pink blanket under her which was wet for some reason.

Reyes blinked. He checked his watch. It was almost 5 am and the train would arrive in about an hour.

The sky was turning a lighter shade of blue, but the disk of the sun had not yet risen. He rubbed his eyes. Surely this must be some weird dream.

He opened his eyes again. She seemed to be unbothered being half naked in front of a stranger. Most of the other passengers in the car were asleep.

Less than an hour ago, I was already in active labour. She took a deep breath and let it out, repeating a couple of times.

Her gigantic belly moved along with each breath, and her body shook with the movement of the train.

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Anya is 20 and Hilde is Hilde loved watching her maid work any time of the year, any day. Hilde would never leave her husband Ivan, too much of both their livelihoods relied on it, and it would tear apart their entire household, meaning all of their workers including Anya would be out of a job.

But Hilde and Ivan had an agreement; as long as they would stay respectful to each other, stay healthy for the sake of their union, and maintain their household and their domestic duties, they could see others discreetly if they wished.

He had let her see him seducing a stable hand, and she knew they where on the same page. No feelings would be hurt, and they where still quite good friends.

Hilde was pleased that she was finally pregnant. But then Anya had come to Hilde one evening and confided that she was pregnant to her mistress.

She had lay with a few of the stable hands Hilde wondered if she shared any conquests with Ivan and now, after about a month, she was starting to show.

Hilde patted Anya comfortingly on the shoulder. The lass was so beautiful, so sweet, that Hilde found herself willing to do anything to protect Anya if she could.

Even spying the milk maid from across a field was enough to make her feel wet. Charlie had always been fascinated with the birthing process, the sounds of a woman giving birth made her wet.

When women would go into labor in the office she would have to hide her excitement. When it was over she would take her break and go to the bathroom to masturbate.

This year for Halloween Charlie decided she was going to be a pregnant woman. A fake belly would not do, she was going to give birth for real, as real as possible in one night with no boyfriend in sight.

She prepped all year to be wide enough to fit the special doll inside. She was having so much fun, this would be her best costume yet. She might even win first place.

Dad called me to the hotel, said it was urgent, that he had to see me right away. I had gone home for a few hours to give my Dad a break, but after a few hours away, he demanded I come see him.

I looked at him, stunned. My insides seemed to drop out from underneath me. My own father, and the man who gave me our baby almost nine months ago, was So sorry.

I have to be The birth of my own brother? I wanted this more than anything. I mean: look at you, my big swollen boy. My dad hesitated for a moment, like he was going to walk out of the room that second, before he started beaming.

All it took to soothe his guilt was the arrival of his son. The birth. And this way we have a little time before the contractions And the next thing I knew, my dad had pulled down my pants and moved me gently to lay on my back on the bed.

Then, like magic, my dad was in me — all eight, thick inches were pushing inside me. It was bliss, even as I could feel things begin to shift inside my womb.

The contractions started, and my dad buried himself inside me in order to share in the feeling of labour.

Pain and pleasure of hitherto unknown levels washed over me, the pain first, the pleasure lingering second. My dad pulled out, cleaned me up with his tongue, and then set to work helping me to give birth.

He was amazing — supportive and calm. The baby was out in only three hours — an unusually fast birth. Once everything had settled down, Dad apologized for being about to walk out on me.

He cried, and I cried, and then we kissed deeply, while our new son rested quietly on the other bed. All under one condition. Have another with me.

After all, you did make it My dad had never seemed more contented in those moments; how could I take that away from him when it cost me nothing?

So I lied about the birth control. For a full year, it was fine. We did it a lot, too. Over Christmas, that walk after dinner we took? Nope, we stayed in the garage, locked the door, and hoped no one would try to come in while my dad was railing me in the backseat of the antique Firebird, stored away for the winter.

The father-son golf weekend we did down in Myrtle Beach? About two weeks ago, one of the bros I train with at the gym made a crack about my belly.

But when I went for a shower a half hour later, there was no denying: my body looked different. Then it hit me, and a few hours later the home test kit was confirming my suspicion, my fear: pregnant.

Dad was the only one who was cumming in me, so it had to be his. My baby. Our baby. The ramifications were weird, but I skipped all of that and landed on fear.

What would dad think, feel, say when I would tell him? I woke up this morning feeling nauseous and it had nothing to do with morning sickness.

I left my apartment in the morning and went over to his place. He lived alone, after leaving my mom a few years ago. Real, honest love.

When I got to his place, dad was just finishing his breakfast. He kissed me as I walked in, and took at seat at the kitchen table with him.

He got up and pushed the table away from me so he could get close. He bent down on one knee to look me in the eye again, my own head now bowed down at the tiled floor in shame.

I was crying now. All I could think about was how I had let my dad down. I was supposed to be easy to love, serious but not complicated.

And now I was this floosy who went and got himself knocked up and ruined everything. The thoughts started in my head.

All he likes me for is my body, from all the college sports. If I graduate. Do you know how happy I am? Why would I— oh, because I asked you once about birth control?

No, I was just curious whether you thought we were Raising a kid together is the most exhilarating adventure I can imagine going in with you.

Our kid. The perfect birthing body; your tits, I mean, cmon, a lactating dream. Of course I want this from you. For you. For us! I thought about it.

The next nine months growing larger and larger. Dad would walk by my side at the mall as I waddled under the weight of his baby, and I could imagine my pride at being the one allowed to carry it.

Dad would bring me vitamins and healthy food and throw me the best baby shower just me and him. And Dad would probably want to fuck me.

I thought about nearing labour. Dad would have me on bed rest, rubbing my belly with lotion or eating my tight pussy out while I moan on all fours and grab at my gravid baby bump.

And then birth would come, and dad would be there for the whole thing. My pulse begun to race in excitement. Give me more than just this baby.

At that, my dad swept me off my feet and ran me to his bedroom. My clothes and his clothes were off in a flash, and my damp, wet boipussy was already up in the air, waiting for dad.

When he slid himself in, we both moaned in ecstasy. Dad slapped my ass, and I talked dirty in return.

Lucien arrived back at my side just in time for another contraction. Moaning, I gripped the window casing, claws slipping from beneath my skin and digging Into the wood.

It felt as though the world shook with the pressure of my contracting womb. A warm and gentle hand on my shoulder brought my head up as the contraction ended.

With a concerned look and shy smile he handed me the glass of water which I gratefully took. Though it had barely been an hour, I wondered where Rhysand had gotten to.

And for that matter, where was Cassian with Madja? I must have said something out loud. I huffed as my muscles tightened again. Conveniently we were just passing the couch so I braced myself against its back, arms stiff as I rocked my hips in circles.

There was so much pressure. As I sighed and stood once again he brushed my face gently with a cool cloth. I leaned gratefully into the touch.

As I pulled back to thank him I noticed he was sweating and mussed as well. I was about to question if he was alright when another contraction barrelled into me.

I was very dimly aware of what was happening around me, so concentrating on within that the world had fallen away to nearly nothing.

My breathing was ragged as strong and familiar hands pulled me back. Shields up, Feyre darling. Every surge pulled me out of the winnow. I could… feel everything.

It took some doing and several contractions, but Rhys helped me up the stairs to the room we shared. I braced myself against the bed and rode out another contraction, its pressure building within me.

Rhys made soothing sounds and rubbed my back. I arched into the touch, relishing the contract, the warmth of his hands.

He chuckled. Another damnable contraction spearing through me. Let me help love. The scent of the soothing fragrant oil we used for other things reached my nose as I rocked my widened hips back and forth.

Its bouquet warming my blood as memories of its use came to mind. He chuckled again at the thoughts in my head, caressing my mental barrier.

The massage helped greatly. I retreated into myself for a bit, unaware of most things. After a while I found myself hanging from his neck during a contraction.

He held my hip and belly, gently rocking us back and forth in a slow dance. When the surge ended I noticed that Rhys had changed.

Gone were his court clothes, replaced with a light linen shirt and loose black slacks. They were coming faster. When it ended I panted, "But that was ages ago.

My hands wrapped his waist and head rested on his heart. I rocked and moaned through another surge. There was a discreet knock on the door.

Then Rhys returned, enveloping me in his warmth. There was an emergency and she has been held up but she will come soon.

Brought to our ensuite, the gigantic tub already filled and waiting. Gently he lowered us into the water where I sagged with relief from the brief respite.

In the bedroom a tray had been laid out. Juices and bread and broth. It must have been the twins again. The contractions returned full force by the time we made it back to the bed, my gravid belly feeling far heavier than before.

Rhys watched in fascination as it pulled up and in with each wave. I sat on the edge of the bed once more, my hands running up and down my thighs and belly in an effort to relieve the tightness.

Rhysand was right there too. He knelt before me, murmuring comforting nonsense. I want to know, to share. I looked at him in the eyes, shining bright violet with stars.

He nodded that he was ready and I let him in. I knew the second he felt the weight of his child sitting hard against my cervix, low in my pelvis.

Saw in his eyes as he felt the infant within stretching with distaste at the ruckus that would bring him forth. He gasped at the heft of the exhaustion dogging me.

And was wholly unprepared as my muscles contracted. Beginning across my lower back and radiating over my hips and up my womb, at the same time the top of my belly pulled inwards and down, stealing my breath and bending me double.

Rhys gasped at the unexpected sensation. Groaning and falling forward, his arm braced upon the mattress next to me fisting the coverlet.

We both fell limp when the pain finally ended. He raised his head, face red, sweat blooming across his lip, sliding down his temple.

He was breathing as hard as I was. You are so brave. So beautiful. So strong. I made to close him from my mind once more.

Let me stay. I think I can help. I drew a deep breath as I felt the tightening of muscles that indicated a new contraction.

This time was different. The pressure was there, but instead of a painful squeezing, I felt expansion.

Like I was opening. Something not quite pleasure but thankfully not pain, pooling inside of me.

Several expansions later, because that is what they felt like now, there was a quiet knock on the door. With grace that still awed me Rhys rose to his feet.

I could tell that he was experiencing similar sensations to myself. The front of his loose trousers tented obscenely before him and his shirt clung to him with sweat.

Even as he opened the door to our room standing so that he blocked the view of my naked body, I still felt him in my mind, stroking, caressing, activating the pleasure points to relieve the tension and pain.

I sighed as another contraction ended. I could hear his loosed breath as well. Madja was still not coming. Rhys was still at the door talking softly with Lucien when another contraction began.

This one brought with it an urge. Pressure built once more, not as bad as when my water broke, but urgent need filled me.

The weight of our child pressed downward like a boulder inside of my pelvis. He gasped, sagging a little against the door frame. Thankfully the contractions had slowed giving me a break between surges, however, the next one left us both gasping unsure if I was ready to give in to the urge.

Suddenly Cerridwen and Nuala were there. One of the shadowy wraiths pulling over a chair and laying out towels while the other hung a long silk curtain from the ceiling.

Once done they lead both Rhys and myself to the middle of the room. Looping the length of fabric behind my shoulders and around my arms, I was lowered into a deep squat that relieved some of the tension pressing down within me.

Rhysand collapsed into the chair next to me. A new surge was building. In this position there was nothing I could do to resist the urge to bear down with the pressure.

Giving in to the need I began to push. Rhys felt it too. The pressure and need. As I gave in, so did he. We both raised our voices at the force of my push.

His hand fisted in the silk next to mine while the other held my swollen stomach. We passed a number of surges in this manner. Feeling the infant slide downward with my efforts, widening me from the inside-out.

It was a case of two steps forward and one step back. Rhysand and I were resting after my last push, foreheads together, panting, when the door opened once again.

The twins were leading a slight looking fey towards us. She was stick thin and long fingered, with blue shimmering skin the same as the one who had lost his wings so long ago.

My Lord, my lady, would it be alright if I were to touch you? I would very much like to see where you are in your labors.

She cleaned her hands and laid them upon my mountainous womb, prodding and massaging. Slowly she reached down to my intimate parts.

Her cool fingers parted my folds gently, her smooth skin sliding deeper. The wee Lord will be here very soon!

Over her shoulders her iridescent wings flared. They were like dragonfly wings. Clear with an iridescent shine, veins of blue crisscrossing them.

I was so distracted, the next contraction took us by surprise. Both Rhys and I were shocked as the urge to bear down crashed over us.

Take a deep breath and push against my fingers. Like that. Keep going. Cerridwen gently blotted my skin with a cool cloth while Nuala assisted my mate.

Seliah tutted. Seliah coached us through breathing as the baby moved closer to the outside world. He is robust. You must work hard to bring him forth.

Another push had us both vocalizing as the baby surged forward. My most intimate area suddenly full and distended as the head came to rest just barely inside my folds.

We could see a sliver of dark hair peeking from between my swollen lips. They were pushed outward, rounded and stretched, misshapen compared to the slender V that usually graced the apex of my thighs.

A small tuft of hair visible. Rhysand slid from the chair to his knees beside me. His normally calm demeanor replaced with awe. The cloth pressed against the flesh directly behind where the baby was emerging.

I tried to pull away from the stretching sting as the head opened me further. Rhys and I both gasped at the sensation. Most of the other passengers in the car were asleep.

Less than an hour ago, I was already in active labour. She took a deep breath and let it out, repeating a couple of times. Her gigantic belly moved along with each breath, and her body shook with the movement of the train.

Her expression changed as a contraction hit and she had the urge to push. He even asked Diane if he could do anything for her, but she told him that she was fine, so Reyes observed without interfering.

He looked around. Still, nobody paid any attention to Diane. There were people sitting there, motionless and soundless in their dreams while Diane fought for her life to deliver her child.

The whole situation was absolutely strange, Reyes thought. Diane reached down towards her unshaved vagina and pushed again, biting her lower lip while suppressing a scream.

Reyes could see some thick mucus dripping from her vagina. He was curious on how a baby could be born from such a small orifice. Diane set her legs further apart and thrusted her hips back so her vagina would be more visible to him.

Reyes peeked between her smooth buttcheeks and spotted her slightly enlarged anus. He felt a strange intimacy inside him. Here is a woman who is giving birth to a new life, he thought, in front of me.

The teardrop shape grew wider and Reyes stared in awe. He could see how she stretched and the head was pushed out for two inches before going back in for half an inch.

It was soft and covered in stickiness. Her vagina was stretched to its limit and it was burning like hell; she closed her eyes and breathed through her mouth to ease the pain.

She waited for a contraction. When the contraction came she bit the seat to muffle her scream; she pushed so hard that her body shivered and her legs went numb.

Diane let out a loud, pleasured moan. She reached back again and caressed its face. Reyes, please catch it for me now! He admired the baby in his hands: it was very large.

He noticed that the baby was dark-skinned while the mother was not, but he refrained from saying anything about it. The other shoulder appeared. It was a very large baby for such a small mother, Reyes thought.

Diane waited out for another contraction. Reyes watched as the humongous, dark-skinned child started gasping and moving its arms.

The baby squirmed and with a gentle pull from Reyes the rest of the body slipped out into his waiting hands, followed by a rush of amniotic fluid. The baby was slippery, covered with birth fluids, and he wiped it gently with the cloth.

Diane sat herself down, cradling her baby girl. She exposed her right breast and her daughter instinctively latched onto her nipple. She began suckling.

Orlando Reyes watched in amazement. Please remember to prepare all the necessary documents and identifications. We will arrive at the train station in 10 minutes.

Orlando stared at the buildings of San Natalia outside. The city looked beautiful under the bath of the morning sun. He had come thinking that he would despise the city, but now he felt a certain respect to the city and its citizens.

Contains rape, prostitution, pregnancy, and childbirth with an underage teenage character. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the subject of this story.

You are a teenager who ran away from home. Your parents disapproved the relationship, and you were treated badly at home.

You were young, beautiful, and reckless. Your boyfriend was the partying type and you soon followed his lifestyle. You had left your friends behind.

He was all that you have. You were 15 and you considered yourself a mature woman. It was addictive. You were no longer thinking of consequences.

You were bound and gagged and crying. Your only food was water and cum. Then they finally let go of you. He abandoned you just like that.

It was then you started your life as a homeless. You stole and begged and dumpster-dived. You lied about your name and age to your first customer, an unattractive junkie who mistook you for another prostitute at first.

His sex was rough and unsatisfactory, but hey, you made enough money to eat. You considered an abortion but you were afraid of going to clinics or hospitals — they would see how young you were and would try to contact your parents.

You decided that it was for the best. Some men would gladly pay extra just to drink your breastmilk. You enter a grocery store.

Hell, it only gets worse. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your huge breasts are pressing tightly on your dress and the cleavage is showing. You wear a thin bra underneath that did nothing to hide the shape of your big, thick nipples.

You walk out of the store. The sky is getting darker outside. You can feel something moving inside your belly. The pain is getting worse and worse.

You grab your stomach in panic when a wave of pain hits you so badly that it makes you see stars. You close your eyes and try to breathe.

You are very embarrassed because it feels like you have to take a dump again. You walk slowly to the corner of the park, adjacent to a short brick wall that will hide you from view.

You hug your knees as a sudden wave of pain seizes your belly. The pain is unbearable and you start crying.

Scared, you touch your pussy lips with your trembling fingers. You gasp when you can feel something hard and sticky coming out from your vaginal canal, and you sob again.

Your worst fear is confirmed: you are in labour. With fingers still on your pussy, you feel an urge to push. Your legs start to get numb.

You then roll your dress up to under your breasts. You take another deep breath before the urge strikes back. You push. The force of the pain makes your legs tremble.

Another urge, and you push again, your chin digging on your chest.

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