#giving birth

[ftm-udders]

i have no idea how long i've been trapped in this tentacle's cave. i only went in to seek shelter from the rain, but it was a very enthusiastic host; taking off my soaked clothes, cradling my tired body with its limbs, massaging every inch of my sore body. and then, of course, it started working itself into my holes. i was so relaxed i hardly noticed the eggs being pumped into my womb until a small bump, maybe equivalent to a couple months of a normal pregnancy, appeared on my navel.

now, my belly has swollen dramatically, so heavy i look full term even though i'm sure its nowhere near nine months. i've been completely pampered, the tentacles alternating between cradling and caring for me, and fucking me so hard i see stars. no matter what though, they always keep my holes full. i've never been more content.

a dull ache in my abdomen stirs me out of my comfortable haze of having my clit lazily rubbed by one of the tentacles. it seems to notice my discomfort, and ups its efforts at pleasuring me. the sensations of the tentacle on my clit feel electrifying, the pleasure completely masking whatever was going on, and i find myself moaning loudly, arching my back into the monster as i make a pathetic attempt at rocking my hips. its impossible for me to actually move that much, the combination of the tentacles holding me and my egg filled belly weighing me down proving too much for my body to be able to move much at all.

the tentacles in my holes start slowly thrusting in and out of me, and its not long before my hole is clenching around them as i scream in pleasure, i'm so sensitive all the time now that it doesn't take much for me to cum, and when i do a flood of fluids gushes out of my constantly soaked pussy. the pressure in my navel is worse now, only barely overshadowed by the tentacles fucking me through my orgasm.

its only when my second orgasm comes and i can feel a weight going lower down my body that i realise whats happening. the pressure has only gotten worse, and i can feel my body urging me to push. i pant and moan as i attempt to bear down, but the tentacles still thrust deep into me, interrupting my attempts as they fuck me so hard i can't help but pause my efforts as my body clenches and shakes with pleasure. the feeling of being fucked by the tentacles mingles with the eggs attempted to force their way out, leaving me feeling more stretched and well fucked than i ever have before.

i reach my third orgasm screaming with the weight of both it and a contraction, struggling to push even as it feels oh so good. if it weren't for my bodies instincts urging me to get the eggs out, i could probably stay like this, at least for a little longer. but they're so heavy and have settled in my birth canal, uncomfortably stuck as they keep me stretched wide, visible bumps on my belly highlighting their progress. one more good contraction and push and i can feel it lower to where the tentacle has been fucking into me. maybe now it'll realise whats happening and leave my pussy? it doesn't, instead opting to thrust even deeper into me, pushing the egg it connected with (and the line of eggs behind it) back up into me. i scream as the furthest back one to have escaped my cervix gets pushed back through it, it's weight settling once again in my womb.

it feels like an eternity i stay like this, locked in a battle with my own body and the tentacle monster that molded my body to its own desires. everytime i manage to push the eggs down through my birth canal, the tentacle fucks them back into me.

i have no idea how long its been, i've had countless orgasms (no doubt the best orgasms i will ever have), i've seen the light fluctuate with the passing of days so many times i've lost count, i've completely lost the energy to push, letting my body go entirely limp as i succumb to the tentacles, the only thing allowing the eggs to make any progress being the contractions still wracking my body and forcing it to push.

if i wasn't so out of it, i could have cried with relief when the tentacle finally removed itself from my ruined hole, moving to rub my throbbing clit as my body shuddered through another contraction, one that was thankfully unimpeded by the tentacle. it still took some time to get them all the way down, i was still too tired to push and had to rely on my contractions and instincts, but i finally could feel the first egg started to crown in my pussy. it felt strange, i could feel myself bulging as another contraction came and pushed it forward even further. i gasped at the feeling of being stretched so wide and involuntarily clenched, holding the egg in place at what must have been its widest point. the tentacle started rubbing my clit gently, attempting to relax me, and another contraction soon came that allowed me to lay my first egg. i could only hope its siblings came easier

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[gravid-transluna]

I love birthing noises. When the baby drops real low, and you can’t control your breathing anymore. Can’t even speak. You’re just diminished to grunts, moaning and groaning as you bear down uncontrollably.

You don’t care if people hear you anymore. The only thought in your mind is the need to give birth.

#birth kink #labor kink #giving birth #kink discussion

[birrthvid]

RAW Unmedicated Labor | Natural Birth

Amazing birth

#giving birth #birth kink #birth #labor kink #youtube #birth fettish

[pushforpapa]

source : https://www.deviantart.com/birthcoachandmidwife/art/00064-2815275364-birthfetish-1035053931

#preggophilia #preggie #birth kink #giving birth #labor kink #labor and delivery

[shhhsecretsideblog]

No Time To Hide

This was something I wrote for an Imagine You’re Pregnant prompt, original post here. Thought I’d make a side blog and post it here as well cos I really enjoyed writing this and might be tempted to write more birth fics

Eva opened the wooden window of her small cottage, letting the cool autumn air whip through her hair. The smell of woodland and damp grass filled her nostrils as she took a long, calming breath.

Describing herself as a green witch, Eva loved her little cottage hidden away from everyone deep within the rich forest. Coven life was never something that appealed to her; the idea of being constantly surrounded by other witches, their opinions and their magic, was torture for Eva. She much preferred her own company, free to live her life the way she wanted. Free to use her own style of magic, without the distraction or judgement of others. It was why she decided to live here in the heart of the forest. There was a river that flowed through the centre of the woodland, the ancient trees stood tall around her home, and the forest floor was packed with all manner of plant life. It was perfect; just her, the elements and Mother Nature.

Despite her preference of living alone, as time passed Eva began to yearn for something… it wasn’t romance or friendship, but the idea of a child. Children were never something she had considered, but as she grew older Eva had begun to see the benefit of having children. Someone to pass all her knowledge and wisdom to, someone to love and care for and share all that she’d learnt. She wanted to pass on this way of living, to create a legacy.

A few months ago, nine to be exact, she enchanted a local townsman - not that he would ever remember it. And now here she was, rocking side to side and cradling the underneath of her heavily pregnant stomach, preparing herself as birth drew near.

The cramps had started yesterday afternoon, small and barely noticeable at first. Eva had been terribly uncomfortable these last few weeks, suffering constant aches and twinges, so she did not immediately give them any thought. However when they got sharper and more frequent, forcing her to pause whatever she was doing, they soon got her full attention.

Not knowing how long this could take but knowing she would eventually lose mobily as her labour progressed, she collected all her preparations and got the supplies ready. Blankets, towels, sterilised medical equipment, all within easy reach in the main living room. Snacks and drinks lay available on the coffee table and a pot of hot water sat by the open fire keeping a constant warm temperature.

“Mmmnnngghhhhh” Eva moaned deeply as the latest wave peaked. She leaned forward resting her elbows on the window sill, jutting her hips back and swaying them slightly. The baby was low and heavy in her pelvis, the head pressing downwards as her body slowly opened up.

When the latest pain had eased Eva straightened and looked down at her swollen stomach, speaking lovingly towards her unborn babe. “You’re really coming aren’t you little one? I’ve not done this before so please take it easy on me.” Her child responded with a gentle kick prompting the witch to smile.

Over the next few hours Eva got into a good rhythm riding out the contractions, each one hitting sooner than the last and with incrementally more vigour. She paced, rocked, squatted, kneeled, trying to find any comfortable position to ride out the waves. Her low and heavy stomach made moving from position to position cumbersome; one hand staying on her bump or her lower back at any given time, while the other kept her supported on whatever furniture or surface was nearby.

As the contractions ramped up, creeping steadily towards unbearable, the witch’s teeth clenched tight and she growled behind them. Three minutes apart. Holding on to the back of her armchair Eva lowered herself into a deep squat. Sweat covered every inch of her body, her thin linen dress and underwear clinging to every curve of her fertile frame.

Her hips were in agony, the pressure building. She opened her mouth to wail but no sound came out, shocked into silence by a sudden burst between her open thighs. Immediately the pressure eased and Eva could catch her breath again. The wooden floor below her feet was soaked; her waters had broken.

“Oooooooh okay- We’re getting so close- Are you ready to come out now baby? I cannot wait to meet you.”

Eva stood up, cradling the curve of her spasming bump. Her bare feet stepped ungainly out of the puddle on the floor and she quickly threw a tea towel down to soak up the worst of it.

“It’s just you and me, little one. We can do this.” Eva reassured herself, rubbing circles around her swell, preparing for the intensity to soar now her waters had gone.

However, before the next contraction could strike the witch startled at the sudden loud interruption of ringing bells. Rapid and urgent, the piercing chimes echoed all around her cottage, howling through every room.

Witch hunter!

The enchantments set up around her hidden home in the forest hadn’t gone off in decades - she had almost forgotten the wards were still in place. And yet the incessant ringing immediately chilled her to her very bones, suddenly haunting her with long forgotten memories of the brutal murders of her fellow witches.

Her stomach clenched with a new, different sensation - fear. At any other time Eva would arm herself with weapons and potions and storm outside on the offence, making sure to take down her enemy before he had the opportunity to strike. But now… the pressing weight in her hips and the constant aching of her contracting womb showed she was in no position to attack, or even defend herself, if put up against a murderous witch hunter.

She had to get out of here. The warning bells throughout her home would soon reach the ears of the witch hunter and then he would beeline straight to her hidden sanctuary. She needed to find somewhere else to hide.

Distracted by the chimes, Eva was unprepared for the next contraction when it ripped across her body, rooting her to the spot. She doubled over in pain, palms planted firmly on her thighs.

“Unnnhhhhhhhhhhhh no-no-no-no……” she whimpered through strained breaths as the pain skyrocketed and her belly hardened. Panting heavily the witch ignored growing desire to bear down. Her waters had broken, she was probably almost fully dilated, if not already. But she couldn’t stay here. If she stayed, both her and her child would certainly be killed. She had to leave and find somewhere safe to deliver this baby.

After what felt like an eternity, the contraction finally faded and she bolted straight out the back door of her cottage, leaving barefoot with nothing but the clothes on her back. She had wasted precious minutes since the warning alarm riding out that last pain - she couldn’t afford to waste any more time gathering supplies to take with her. Eva took off as quickly as she could, disappearing deep into the lush green forest.

She barely got out of sight behind the first set of oak trees before another contraction was already upon her. Two minutes apart. Leaning against the rough bark of the nearest tree, Eva squeezed her eyes shut and tried hard to swallow the whimper creeping out her throat. The unbearable pressure was demanding in its silent request and her knees trembled with the effort of ignoring it. The baby was so heavy, and dangerously low. Feeling like it would just fall out if she took a step too wide. Yet she remained strong, persevering and weathering the storm in her uterus, determined to keep this baby inside of her until she got somewhere safe.

The second the pain let up an inch the witch was on the move again running as fast as she could across the forest floor. Over ferns and moss, rocks and fallen branches, thankfully the hardened soles of her bare feet were used to the uneven terrain. She made sure to keep off the main footpath and stayed hidden within the dense trees, but it made for more of an obstacle course than she’d like. With added weight of her labouring belly she couldn’t move at speed and on a few occasions nearly lost her balance. But deeper and deeper into the forest she went.

The trees became her allies, providing cover and support when she was forced to stop with each new powerful contraction… 90 seconds apart... 60 seconds apart. A large, ancient willow tree with an unusually curved trunk was the latest comrade in her fight for survival. Eva had pitched herself within the alcove of the trunk, out of sight and leaning back against the bark, lifting the weight of her hardened stomach with both hands. The long hanging branches brushed the forest floor in a circle around her position, hiding the witch behind a nature-made curtain.

“Grnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Eva could no longer hold in the animalistic sounds of her extremely advanced labour. The baby was right there, nestled deep in her widened cervix, desperate to be born.

“Nooooooooo-please-baby-wait-a-bit-moreeeeeee-” she begged through gritted teeth. The next contraction started before the current had even finished and the need to push was too powerful to refrain. Knees bending and thighs widening, Eva’s body pushed of its own accord.

It felt right, pushing. It was what she was meant to be doing - to follow nature's primal instinct. And yet she couldn’t forget the very real threat of the witch hunter, still hidden somewhere in this forest, poised and primed to kill her.

The fierce contraction continued to hold her hostage. A long grunt escaped her mouth as her body pushed along with the pain.

“I can hear you, witch!” A gravelled voice taunted from across the thick forest.

Eva’s eyes widened and immediately clamped her mouth shut, biting her lips together drawing blood. Half squatting against the tree, every muscle in her body continued to strain as it forced the baby lower and lower and lower. She couldn’t stop pushing even if she tried. One of the hands cradling her stomach shakily ventured south, lifting up her dress and feeling between her legs. Through the thin damp fabric of her underwear she could feel the baby’s head begin to enter the world.

She panted silently, tears streaming down her cheeks. The forest stretched out for miles, completely uninhabited in all directions; she was all alone. There was nowhere to go and no one to help. Heavily pregnant, being hunted, and seconds away from birthing this child.

A loud snap of wood echoed from a few metres away. Eva suddenly bolted like a startled deer, consumed entirely by fear and survival, and disappeared again into the thickened wood. She ran, wide legged, the heavy boulder of a baby’s head deep in her pelvis screaming to be born. Push! Her body cried out. Stop running and PUSH!

But she couldn’t. If she stopped she’d be dead.

Another contraction ripped through her as she ran. 30 seconds apart. Her muscles tensed and squeezed as she ran, her body trying to force the baby out despite the mother’s desire to hold on a bit longer. She could barely stay upright, the raw adrenaline no longer enough to keep this birth at bay. Her legs became jelly, all she could feel was pain and pressure and fear. Eva faltered, she couldn’t go any further. Out in the open she planted her hands against the nearest tree, widening her stance, and pushed. Hard.

“Mnnnnnnnrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!”

More of her baby’s head began to appear behind the fabric of her tight underwear.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh-Hecateeeeeeeeeeee!” she whimpered, praying to the deity.

Her baby was close to fully crowning, she could feel it. The white hot agony of being widened and stretched beyond anything she imagined made her eyes water and throat nauseous. She retched, a dry heave, and desperately tried to catch a breath through the dual need to push and the sudden urge to vomit. The texture of the rough bark beneath her palms was the only thing keeping the witch semi-grounded and preventing her getting swept away in the overwhelming sensations currently tearing her body apart. Still bracing the tree, Eva’s head dipped as she took slow deep breaths, ignoring the instinct to push in order to ride out the sudden nausea.

An ominous whistling sound drifted through the trees carried on the wind. Eva could barely hear it over the thundering beating of her heart, that is until she heard:

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” The voice sang.

The witch hunter was close. But so was her baby... Eva felt between her legs again to evaluate just how bad her situation was. It was bad. Her underwear was stretched beyond repair as it housed a significant portion of her baby’s head, filling her cupped palm. Ignoring all the pain and her body’s pleas to push, she panted heavily and tried to think! She needed a plan to survive.

The witch hunter had physical strength, yes, but he did not know these woods like Eva did. This was her home, her sanctuary, and she knew every inch like the back of her hand. Beyond her laboured breaths and the unnerving whistling of the approaching witch hunter, Eva registered another sound nearby - the swooshing sound of running water. The river - she was by the river!

Lifting her head the witch frantically scanned the surrounding area, getting her bearings of where she’d ended up within the woodland. She was a few hundred yards from the river’s edge, about a mile from her cottage. It wasn’t an area she often visited because of…. That’s it! Okay, it wasn’t a great plan, and there was no way to know if it would work, but it was her only shot of survival.

She took a steadying breath through the current contraction squeezing her womb, fighting once more against the primal need to push. The baby’s head filled her underwear, millimetres from a full crown. If she pushed again there was no way she’d be able to stop until the head was fully born.

Whimpering through the pain Eva stood up straight, one hand staying between her legs, and she prepared herself to move. Just get to the river. She told herself before making her way unsteadily east.

The sound of rushing water grew louder as she stumbled slowly through the forest. One step. Another step. Nearly there. She knew exactly where to go, and where to avoid, desperately trying to stay focussed on her surroundings and not succumb to the agonising pain crowning between her thighs. Keep going.

“You can’t escape me, witch!” The voice threatened, getting closer.

Eva stumbled into the side of a tree, her bare shoulder scraping against the bark. Pausing, she took a brief moment to breathe through the pain. It was a mistake. The second she stopped to inhale deeply her body started bearing down again, forcing the baby down. Immediately the head came to a full crown in her damp underwear and she screamed.

“WITCH!” The murderous voice roared.

Eva turned and saw a flash of black leather through the distant trees, and it was coming her way. Cupping the baby’s head she tentatively wobbled forwards, knees trembling, staggering towards the riverbank. The blinding pain was constant, her eyes barely focussing. She had to make it to the exact right spot or her plan would certainly fail. Her footsteps were shaky but determined as she continued the last few carefully placed steps in her journey. Behind her the crunching sound of a disturbed forest floor drew ever closer.

Reaching the river’s edge Eva collapsed against the large boulder that sat on the grassy bank. She made it. Turning around against the stone, the cold granite pressed against her back as she faced the woods and waited for the imminent arrival of the witch hunter. But the baby’s head inched lower, her body stretched to its absolute limit. She wanted to cry, to howl, to scream. Instead she focussed inward, drawing on all the power from the earth under her feet, and taking a deep breath she finally, and intentionally, followed her body’s demands. Teeth gritted, a growl behind them, she pushed with everything she had. Her whole body trembled, bearing down against the pressure of the large round head slowly appearing between her thighs. The ears… a nose… she could feel it all. Her hands frantically scrambled under her dress and within seconds the baby’s head popped out into her underwear and she cupped it quickly within her palm. The relief was instant and for a brief moment Eva’s heart calmed as she held her child’s newly born crown.

The witch’s reprieve was short-lived as the approaching footsteps from behind one of the nearby trees resulted in another person soon entering the river's edge. The witch hunter was dark haired, full beard, but was not as athletic as Eva was expecting. There was sweat glistening on his temple and dripping down his neck, disappearing beneath a thick leather jacket. His mouth practically drooled at the sight of her and he gripped the long hunting knife in his hand. The lust for her death was haunting.

“At last… you’ve given it a good go, I’ll give you that, but you cannot escape your fate.” The man said as he took a step towards her, threateningly swishing the knife in readiness. “You are an abomination, evil incarnate. Witchcraft has no place here. My family has been taking your lot out for centuries. And it looks like I get the honour of not only killing you… but the next generation as well.” He glared at her pregnant swell.

“No- no! This- this child is innocent…” Eva panted, still holding the head of her half-born babe hidden under the draped fabric of her dress.

The witch hunter scoffed and took another two ominous steps in her direction through the fallen autumn leaves. Eva watched each step with a laser focus.

“No descendant of a witch is truly innocent.” He drawled, tilting his head with an unnerving animalistic incline. “Wickedness will run through its veins, there is no saving its soul.”

Eva couldn’t take her eyes off his feet, watching every step he took. She chose this location for a reason, knowing she needed to end up exactly here by the rivers edge - dangerously using herself as bait. His heavy boots crunched through the orange leaves, sauntering slowly towards her like he was toying with his prey. So close. Her heart stopped, breath held as Eva prayed to all the Goddesses for her plan to work. Then whoosh!

The witch hunter was suddenly hoisted in the air by his foot, caught in a primitive trap laid here many years ago by the previous inhabitants of these woods, whom were long dead and forgotten. The man roared as he was pulled sharply towards the sky, his arms flailing, the hunting knife falling from his hand in his shock.

Eva exhaled heavily and closed her eyes in pure relief. The steady thumping of heart pulsed around her body, beating once more now the immediate threat disappeared. The man yelled and shouted at her as he hung limply from the tree, but the sound barely registered with the witch. Her senses had been overtaken by the sudden movement of the baby, turning inside her, and an all too familiar urgent weight pressing down signalling her work was not yet over.

Eva tried to move but she was too far gone, too deep in labour, every muscle seemingly locked in position. “Unhhhhhhhh Hecate….. mnnnggghhhhh the baby- the baby is comingg…..” she whimpered, the pain splitting her in half as she was stretched once more with the baby’s shoulders. All her bodyweight was pressed back against the boulder, and she managed to sink towards the ground. Squatting deeply, her large rounded stomach rested heavily between her thighs.

“Ohhhh it’s coming…. I- need… mnghhhhhhhh I’ve got to… got to pushh...”

She ripped off her underwear as the next contraction started, freeing the baby’s head from the confines of the damp linen. With both hands ready to catch, the witch pushed with renewed determination. “Urghhhhhhhhhhhh!” One shoulder was out! Then the next shoulder. She took a breath, panting, holding the child dangling from her body. Eva became suddenly hyper-aware of the breeze and leaves, the nearby river and the crisp autumn air, all the elements surrounding them which her child was now being born directly into. Trembling, she beared down fiercely once more and within another few minutes a newly born witch entered the world.

Eva sobbed with relief, quickly pulling her daughter up over her stomach and placing her against her chest. The infant made a soft gurgling sound, her first breath, and then started to cry. To a new mother it was the most beautiful and reassuring sound in the world.

“Disgusting…. Filthy little vermin.” The witch hunter sneered with venom.

Eva had forgotten her audience and looked up with hatred at the man still swinging upside down from the tree. She held her baby tight and secure against her skin, as if shielding the child from the mere sight of him.

“You should drown that thing in the river.” He spat.

Red, blinding fury overwhelmed the new mother. With the pain gone and her baby safe in arms, pure fury raced through every pore of the witch’s body, consuming every atom of her being. Rising slowly, babe still clutched in hand, Eva approached the hanging man with eyes glowing with revenge.

“When I get free, I'm gonna enjoy splitting you from ear to ear!” He roared.

Her head tilted in observation watching the man’s disgusting arrogance in his determination to kill her despite still struggling against the rope binding his leg. Apparently unaware his threats were idle and his attempts to escape the trap were futile.

The witch bent down carefully to pick up the large silver blade that had fallen amongst the browning leaves. The man didn’t see the new mother pick up his weapon, and didn't notice the switch when the hunted became the hunter. Eva stalked silently, murderously towards the hanging man.

Before he could open his mouth to mock or belittle or challenge her, Eva’s hand swished past his vision in a flash, the blade gliding through the witch hunter's throat like a knife through butter. The man’s eyes widened, taking a heartbeat to register what just happened, before the cascade of blood erupted from the open wound and he began to choke and splutter.

Eva dropped the knife.

Delicately readjusting and shhhing the newborn cradled in her arm, she took one final look and started their journey back to the cottage. Eva found comfort in the sounds of the forest; of the flowing river, the whistle of a breeze, and the drip drip dripping of her enemies blood now pooling onto the forest floor.

#birth kink #pregnant kink #clothing birth #panty birth #birth denial #public birth #forest birth #giving birth #birth fic #birth fiction #fpreg birth #tw: blood #tw: death #my writing

[realseeno]

The Queen’s Delectation Pt.2

“Does something bother you my Queen?” Prince Jamie asked, speaking in a soft and tender tone. Still lightly panting from his orgasm, he gently rubbed his sex into her now cum-covered bump while waiting for a response. Queen Angelica took a moment to respond, easing off of a particularly painful cramp. Her wince slowly subsiding into a normal, calmed expression. The Prince felt her hand gently grasp his as they both rubbed the side of her belly, feeling movements that were more dramatic than usual.

“I..I think our child may be ready my love..it..it moves..quite rapaciously within me,” responded the Queen. The Prince showed immediate concern, able to switch off the lust of his previous action in love for his betrothed.

“O..oh my Queen..w..what do you desire? A bath? Rest? Anything my Queen..we must ensure your comfort..the child should be brought safely into this world..” The Queen offered a small smile, shaking her head lightly. Trying to offset the Prince’s obvious but subdued concern. Her opposite hand moved to run through his light hair, her soft fingers parting strands as she massaged his scalp.

“Don’t fret my love..it’s merely the beginning..I shall try and sleep some, in preparation for the more intense labor. Just..lie here with me, will you?” She ended her words with a more expressive smile, leaning forward to kiss her beloved and hold his hand closer to her swollen midsection. He of course complied, gladly wrapping his arms around his Queen and letting her sleep on her side. Cozying up behind her, making sure to keep his palm splayed on her stretched belly. He never faulted, spending the night embracing her and feeling how much his unborn strained and twisted inside. Peppering her incredibly soft neck and cheeks with warm, loving kisses. Her body so warm, so beautiful in this state. Though Prince Jamie tried to match his Queen’s restlessness, he eventually fell asleep, leaving her to try and sleep, mostly unsuccessfully. She spent the rest of the night stifling moans, gently roaming her overdue belly with a loving hand, whispering for her baby to calm. Unfortunately the little one was quite raucous, and constantly pushed on her already full bladder. Only adding to her sleeplessness, as she was unwilling to wake her Prince for a pee break. The night slowly passed for her, though Jamie was well-rested, as he usually was when cuddling with his wife. When the sun started to stream in through cracks in the curtains and woke the content Prince, he stretched with a soft yawn, rubbing his eyes and finally letting go of his beloved’s belly. Expecting to find her sleeping, though turning and finding her already starting to look back, not noticing the dark spots indicative of her clear lack of said sleep. He greeted her with a warm kiss, giving a soft rub to her tummy and partially sitting up, propping himself with his elbow.

“Sleep well, my love?” He asked, speaking in a quiet tone, still waking up himself. Turning to pull a velvet cord which rung a bell outside the bedroom, alerting the servants that the couple was ready for breakfast in bed. Queen Angelica turned toward him, heaving her belly and lying on her back, quite an uncomfortable position nowadays.

“Q..quite well my Prince,” she lied, deciding to spare him the worry of knowing she had gotten near to no sleep. Asking the same to him and getting a more enthusiastic yes. They spent some time wrapped around each other, pecking one another’s lips with gentle, tired kisses. The Prince of course couldn’t keep his hands off her bloated midsection, feeling all around after pulling the sheets just below the bottom curve of her bump. Making small comments at the exaggerated position of their unborn, a childlike wonder on his eyes, one which the Queen enjoyed watching, no matter how uncomfortable her situation had gotten. Soon after a single servant arrived, a young maiden who had just been plucked off the streets for the job. She wore the usual attire, a simple wrap around her breasts and a small loincloth-like bottom, one which was longer down the middle and back than the sides. The servant carried a large platter filled with eggs, fruit, bacon, and other food items which the couple would have free rein over. She bent over the Prince’s side to gently place it along their laps, but made a soft interjection when it found some resistance, his morning erection pushing through the sheets and standing tall before the platter. She pushed once more, though found the same blockage as she nervously looked to the Prince’s face, realizing her mistake. Quickly she managed to maneuver the platter into a new position, her cheeks glowing a hot red at her embarrassment. Almost stuck as she gazed between the couple’s faces, then at the Queen’s exposed breasts, and even more intently at her massive bump which Prince Jamie’s hand remained steadfastly attached to. Eventually she pulled her eyes away, quietly scurrying off, feeling the royal couple’s eyes follow her till she shut the door a bit too hard. The Queen and Prince looked back at each other, taking a moment to process, as if to comment. Queen Angelica started, a somewhat devious smile on her lips as she spoke.

“Look at you..making the servant girl’s heart flutter,” she commented, a soft chuckle following her words. Seeing her husband’s expression remain unsure, almost worried. She lightened the mood by bending in for a kiss, then pushing a small piece of cheese between his lips.

“Don’t worry my love..just make sure she doesn’t end up with a swollen belly in a few months..or do..I wouldn’t really mind..” added the Queen, a more mischievous expression following as she laughed more audibly and smooched her lover once more, seeing he was still stiff.

“Oh c’mon! The food will go cold,” she said playfully.

The Prince slowly dug in, the slight blush leaving his cheeks. He did find the servant girl..quite attractive. But he wanted to ensure his Queen felt worshipped, adored more than anything. Especially as she was bound to give birth to the heir any hour now. They didn’t take long, with how voracious she had gotten with the pregnancy. His hands frequently offering up more to her, egging her on “for the baby.” Watching the juices leak down his arm when she took a bite of a soft fruit, licking up what remained. Ending it all with two tall goblets, one with wine for the Prince, while the other contained regular fruit concentrate for the Queen. Today was set to be a relaxed one, with all of the Queen’s appointments and showings cancelled, save for one. A very important diplomatic talk which could not be delayed. Angelica dreaded having to show up to the event, but eventually did. Dressed in a simple yet very much royal outfit. A light purple wrap for her top, just enough to cover her breasts. And a golden-colored skirt-like piece. Both adorned with the finest of gems to show the queendom’s wealth. Jamie accompanied, frequently watching his beloved as she communicated with the foreign representatives. Feeling his wife’s pain when there was a visible shift in her belly or a dramatic wince that she tried to hide. He couldn’t wait to be alone with her again, in their chambers. His wishes would come true soon enough, and he held the Queen’s hands while she stood, trying to ease the weight on her hips. Making sure to give her frequent kisses and belly rubs, feeling his baby twist and turn, clearly past ready to come out. Both of them nude as before, primed for the royal birth.

“Our baby..it’s almost here isn’t it? Do you think it will be a beautiful little girl or boy?” His eyes were gleaming with anticipation, clearly not weighed down by the pains of labor like his wife. She gazed back at him with a weak smile, starting to sweat from the added heat of labor. She wiped her head and thought quietly, sighing.

“A girl..I think. Though I’d love either.” She responded, eliciting a smile out of Jamie. But before he had time to respond, her eyes fluttered and she let out a strange moan, unlike the somewhat casual ones earlier. A hand immediately went to her belly, clutching it as she laid into Jamie. Neither of them had time to question it before a sudden splash of water popped, rushing down her legs. It coated the Prince’s throbbing erection in fluid, and drenched his legs as well. Both of them momentarily confused as the puddle of water grew between their bodies.

“J..Jamie..my waters..” was all the Queen could mutter, followed by a softer moan. Leaning heavily into her Prince, she looked for comfort.

“O..oh my..my Queen..” Jamie was temporarily stunned, though his instincts and teaching eventually kicked in, rubbing his hands along his expectant wife’s back.

“You’re okay..you’re okay..we’ve got time. Deep breaths my love..I’m here for you,” comforted Jamie, in awe at the beauty of the moment. The fluids drenching his lower body bothered him none, and he looked to make his wife as comfortable as possible as his hands grasped her soft love handles, helping her to stand. They gently swayed for hours, transitioning from standing, to sitting, and back again. As the more intense contractions arrived, Jamie pressed his body behind Queen Angelica. His hands palming her belly, feeling how it pushed out and down with the entrance of the baby into her cervix. They got into a squatting position, with his erection remaining firm and lined up with her sex. Never entering, just hovering against it. The quivering of the Queen’s vagina keeping Jamie erect sending soft waves of pleasure through his body. He shooed off any servants, ensuring this would be a private, intimate affair. Listening to the Queen’s prolonged, low moans and clutching tighter.

“You’re so perfect my Queen..to see you bring our child into this world..it hypnotizes me.” The Queen kept up her constant, rhythmic groans. Trying to stretch for the overdue baby. Its size already overwhelming as it pressed against the exit. Resting against her Prince, feeling him support her along the way. Her low moans changing to occasional, shaky screams as the head began to bulge. The Prince feeling the sensation against his own sex, making sure she was progressing well with a gentle arm rub and kiss to the cheek. Slowly pushed further and further down by the crowning head, the Prince clutched his Queen’s belly. Praying quietly to the goddesses that the birth would progress well. When the head was beginning to exit he placed a hand below, cradling the head, noting how full of hair it was. Tearing up as his Queen cried, bravely pushing. The baby stuck for some time in this position, mucus leaking onto the floor. After more time stretching and some downwards belly rubs by the Prince, the baby’s shoulders began to emerge. Followed by a sudden plop as it fell to the floor, a splash of liquids showing the little one was finally here. Soft crying beginning, its airways being cleared. Both the Prince and Queen a bit dazed, still clutching each other.

“M..my Queen..your heir has finally arrived!” He said in joyous tears, hugging her close. His excited erection pushing upward against the stretched vagina, tangling with the thick umbilical cord. He couldn’t stop kissing her, rubbing the now soft belly, feeling how it remained to show what she had carried but began to sink and loose its firmness. Spending a few moments showing her his love before finally bending down and picking up their baby. Lifting the soaked infant to its mothers chest and checking the sex.

“A little girl!” She exclaimed, kissing the baby and the Prince. Cradling the little one, proclaiming her love. Jamie looking over her shoulder, rubbing the baby’s head.

“Our little Princess,” he muttered, smiling at the one who would be the next Queen.

#preggophilia #birth #pregnancy #preggo kink #birth fiction #labor kink #pregnant #difficult birth #maesiophilia #royalty #older women and younger men #giving birth #heavily pregnant

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I had a baby but it was so ugly people thought I got knocked up by a goat.

#dream #text #January 5th 2024 #baby #pregnancy #giving birth

[camilleflyingrotten]

The last centaurs, Aziraphale and Crowley, and their little foal Orion 💛

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #orion #centaurs #centaur #centaur au #centaurs aren’t gendered when they’re foals #they’ll decide who they want to be while growing up #so Orion can go by any pronouns for now #also the dog name is Pantoufle #procreate #digital art #fanart #my art #I have no idea how horse anatomy works I’m super sorry #I was too lazy to check for refs 💀 #pregnancy #giving birth

[dontpushbaby]

I know you didn't want to be pregnant but look at you now, baby.

You're so horny all the time, now that you're getting closer to your due date. You don't have to lie to me, don't be embarrassed. Daddy knows you love the way your chest has gotten so swollen with milk, your nipples so hard, your belly so heavy and full of life. I know your navel is so sensitive you can't even wear any clothes without getting needy and desperate to be taken care of.

You thought I wouldn't notice the way you can't stop rubbing your massive belly? You're so cute. So ripe already, looks like you're going to pop soon.

Don't worry, Daddy will fill you up again and again. You'll be my perfect little breeding toy, pushing out litter after litter for me.

#birth denial #big pregnant belly #inconvenient birth #labor kink #birth kink #giving birth #labor #male pregnancy #pregnantbelly #pregnant #pregnancy #pregnant kink #mpreg kink #mpreg belly #mpregnancy #mpreg labor #mpreg #contractions #labor denial #lactating kink #labor and delivery #public birth #long overdue

[maxpreggoluv]

I would love to plug her up, making it impossible to push the baby(or babies) out just to keep hearing her groan

#pregnant #baby belly #giving birth #birth denial #preggers #pregnant kink #pregnancy

[mrmisosdomain]

She had no time to make it to bed, dropping to a squat and bearing down she can feel her baby slowly inching out of her. Giving firm pushes she breathes through the intense sensation of her baby spreading her wide. The bathroom now marked as the birthplace for her newborn.

#birth kink #giving birth

[bighardpush]

Sexy body in labor, good faces and sound id love to have helped her deliver

#birth #preggophilia #birth kink #giving birth #labor kink #preggie #preggo kink #huge titts #pregnant #pregnancy #pregblr #preg #birth gif #crowning #crown #nsft

[pushforpapa]

Relax and put your legs on the stirrups

#preggophilia #birth kink #giving birth #stirrups #labor kink

[birrthvid]

I finally found the vid back

#birth kink #giving birth #birth #labor kink #pregnant #pregnancy #belly pregnany

[birthing1020]

Back arching, belly hung low and my water broke. Fuck my ass until it’s time. 🤤

#labor kink #maieusiophilia #preggophilia #birth kink #giving birth #labor sex #birth sex #preggo kink

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hal congrats on the 5k you absolutely deserve it.

I have a request for the 5k event so here it is

The reader is John's wife who's 9 months pregnant and basically about to burst. Reader goes into Labour while John is out on the field.

Again congratulations on 5k you absolutely deserve every single follower since your Storys are just chefs kiss. I'm very glad i found your blog when i did!

—Here Now

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [He nearly misses one of the most important moments of your lives together.] ❞

You had told him you would be fine, and, of course, John knew he could take your word—even if over these nine months he’d been more worried than he had been in his entire life. It would have been difficult for you to say how you were truly feeling about being home alone two days past your due date with no one but the birds outside to give you company. 

He had been up at arms about being with you through this, and the man’s stubbornness about that fact had made your face go soft with love. John was the most loyal man you’d ever met; add in a child on the way and he became no better than a hound baying at the scent of a fox. But this had apparently been so important that he’d asked you about the idea of being away for a day—a single day, the man had emphasized, even if the others had to stay wherever they were going for longer. He’d take the red-eye back the second after the time was up, a whole military Heli and all.

One day was far better than one week—far better than one month. So, you’d agreed albeit a bit reluctantly as the man reassured you he’d be back safe and whole. He’d be back for the birth. 

Yeah, that was a load of bullshit. 

You lay in the hospital room, panting and trying to keep your eyes open as the contractions hit once more; a whimper hidden as you bend your neck forward to let your chin hit your chest. 

“Shit,” you breathe, the nurse moving out of the room quickly to grab more water and the doctor for you. 

This had been going on for a good four hours—levels of shaking pain that lasted upwards of a minute and had been increasing in frequency more so in the last sixty minutes. They’d finally had you lay back on the bed only a little bit ago, and you knew at that point that John would be unable to make it for the birth of your first child.

The thought terrified you. 

You place a hand on your stomach and blink down at it, the raised half of the bed behind you and the chill of the room making you shiver. The buzz of the lights—the closed windows. Your heart is running not only from the thought of this, of all that could go wrong, but also because you now lacked the most steady rock you’d had in your entire life: John. He’d know what to tell you to make you calm down, to make your mind stop with all the panic. 

But he’s not here, and that alone makes you want to—

The door opens so quickly it nearly busts off of its hinges.

Your heart sputters, head jerking back as you wince from another contraction, this one far more painful and promising to stay for longer. Closer now. But your eyes blink on something more important. 

“I’m here, Love.” As if a phantom, John hurries through, a gaggle of wide-eyed nurses behind him before the door to your room is shut by firm hands. “Fuckin’ hell, Sweetheart, I’m ‘ere, it’s alright.”

He’s still in his gear—lacking weapons as those had probably been tossed away on Base—but vest and hat are present; the large boots with tucked pants and that compression shirt. You watch in shock as he speeds up to the side of your bed, taking your hand in his large one and squeezing. His other grabs the motion-less chair and drags it over with a grunt. 

“Now,” John says, shaking his head at you as you simply stare. “You squeeze my hand as hard as you well please then, yeah? Don’t care if you break a few fingers, Love, I’ve been through worse.” 

“How…” You mutter, tears welling in your eyes. “How did you…?”

He blinks those tiny blues at you, twitching his nose as his gaze darts down your body. 

“Had a feeling,” is all he says. 

You laugh through a sob and he presses his forehead into yours, hand on the base of your skull. 

“I’m here right now,” he utters. “Gonna have to have a few words with the little Muppet when they’re out about timing. Nearly made me bloody miss it.” 

“John Price,” you scolded lightly, laughing. 

He only hums and tries to hide his wide grin, eyes shimmering. 

By the time it’s all over, he holds the both of you to his vest-less top as he leans back beside your bare dewy skin, the small bundle kept to your chest with its gripping hands. John’s arm was around your shoulders, drawing you to him. You had fallen asleep not minutes prior, and the soldier kept watch as he always had when his girl was needing him. 

Well, girls now. 

He watches, not speaking, barely breathing, only pulling you closer to him as you sigh and shift. The baby, his and yours baby, gargles and kicks her little feet until he shifts a hand to assist your own in cupping her higher. His smile is uncontainable, just like the sudden glossiness to his eyes at such a tiny weight in his grip.

John watches, and he comes to a conclusion as he presses a deep kiss into your scalp, his thumb taken into the smallest grip that has ever held it. 

There was never a more beautiful sight than the one right in front of him. 

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