knotting you through labor. rocking you back and forth, fucking you gently to turn your moans of pain into pleasure. kissing and mouthing at your heavy, leaking tits. hands roaming your stomach, full of pups, writhing under my caresses. and when you get needy, fucking into you like you’re the animal you are, hard and fast, pulling back far enough with each thrust for my knot to stretch your opening more than the last time. but not hastily. your body needs to stretch adequately not to tear. so i grind against your hole and kiss you through the moments of rest between contractions. then a surge of energy starts, and your stomach convulses and tightens, moans falling out of your mouth like music. i pull back farther, my knot stretching your cunt deliciously.
“good job, love,” i whisper just above your ear. “i can feel you pushing, you’re doing so well.” i pet you and stroke along your skin as the contraction ebbs. you nod into the crook of my neck, a soft whimper bubbling up on your lips.
“so much pressure,” you whine. “fuck, sir, i can feel them moving in me.”
“good,” i say. “i can feel your body, baby. time to push again.”
a high noise crests out of you as your body begins to push involuntarily, and hard. i take it as my cue to pin you down on our bed, thrusting my fat knot in your cunt. hard breaths bounce out of you as you writhe and push against me. then there’s a large pop!, and warm amniotic fluid gushes out past my knot as you cry out, pushing with all your might. i fuck in and out of you again, more of your waters leaking out of you with the motion.
“good girl,” i breathe. “i can feel your next contraction starting, my love.” you nod shakily. i pull back from you, stretching your hole again to the point that my knot is practically crowning.
“oh, fuck, sir, please!” you moan. “fuck, it burns, the pup is coming!”
“then push,” i say, eyes locked with yours. your body obeys, convulsing the hardest it has yet.
“fuuuuuuckkaahh,,” you breathe, exhaling long and focused as you push with your body. your breaths mount and careen as finally, you push my knot past its crest and out of your cunt, the rest of my cock following.
“yes, good girl, good dog, just like that,” i say into your neck, mouthing at the soft, sensitive place just above your collarbone while i finger and twist each of your puffy, sore nipples. “breathe deep and push for me.”
you do, and the head of our first pup descends through your sore cunt quickly. you breathe again and bear down, and with a hard exhale the head pops free.
“fuck, sir, thank you,” you slur, drunk on hormones and the mix of pleasure and pain. the pup’s body squirms in your birth canal, its born head rotating, the top of its shoulders beginning to emerge as your body softly pushes, then settles to rest for a moment.
“you’re doing so well, my love. the first pup is almost here.” i run my hands over your full belly. it begins to tighten again, and you breathe in sharply, a wince spreading on your face as pain mounts again.
“i can’t do it, fuck, i can’t!” you shake your head, the reality of what’s happening suddenly crashing down on you all at once.
“you have to, baby,” i say. “i know it hurts, but you have to push.”
a cry starts low in your chest and rises, loud, as you bear down again. “hooo—aaauuuhhhh!!!!” the pup’s first arm pops out of you. its second follows shortly with another gush of liquid. you breathe in sharply, with another short moment of rest. “hello, little darling,” you whisper to our firstborn. though not yet full born, the pup’s tiny muzzle opens with its first breath, hiccuping softly then opening its mouth, nose snuffling the outside world for the first time.
“oh,” you breathe softly, arms reaching down around your gravid form to cup the pup’s upper body. “come along now.” your body pushes again softly and you birth our first pup, wailing properly now. i pick up the pup and place her on your full chest. she latches and begins feeding, suckling eagerly.
“she’s beautiful,” i whisper, in awe of what has occurred, what continues to go on as your face scrunches with a new wave of pain mounting in your taut abdomen.
“fuck, sir,” you moan. “the next one, alre—aaAUUGHH!!” your body pushes again, hard, and the next pup shoots through your cervix without pause.
"yes, puppy, push!" i urge, helping you spread your legs out and up in the air to make room. your cunt starts to bulge out once more, and i run my finger just under the edge of your hole, stretched around the second pup. you moan, your clit swollen and throbbing from the pressure against it.
"please, oh fuck," you whine, trying to push but making less progress as the contraction ends.
"please who, my love?" i say, gripping your hard clit and tugging on it with the question.
"motherfUCK, i mean, fuck, sir, pleeeease," you moan, writhing your hips around as the pup thrashes within you.
"good dog," i breathe over your nipple, licking over it after. your whole body shudders, the pup moving downward with the motion. the three last pups wait impatiently in your womb, distending your stomach with harsh kicks and tumbling around in the space newly freed up by their littermates.
"oh," i say, as your cunt starts to part into a teardrop shape around the body of our second pup. "you better get ready, my love. this one is breech."
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