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need a man who will press down on my stomach when he fucks me to tell me thatâs where heâs gonna put the baby just before he cums

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Reconnecting with nature, but it's me pushing your face into soft, mossy forest floor while I rut into your ovulating pussy like an animal in heat.
i yearn for⌠and desire⌠hard thick cock sliding against my pussy over my clit again and again with someone teasing me for how wet iâm getting until i reluctantly cum and as my walls are clenching and iâm whining through the orgasm they force their dick inside me and start fucking me senseless like a stupid little self-lubricating toy
your baby growing inside me when???
it must feel so good watching a woman with her legs open up in the air, having a really hard time getting your baby to come out. might be the best most satisfying thing ever to see. especially when she starts screaming too omg

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âEasy,â I murmur, âeasy.â I show her what a deep breath looks like, trying to steady her growing panic. Her body shakes, her blue eyes wide, sweat glistens across her forehead. I rub my thumb against her knuckles, her hand gripping mine like life depends on it.
âIt hurts,â she whimpers, eyes closing with a hard wince. My other hand closes around her jaw and I softly blow hair into her face to cool her down.
âI've got you, darling.â
She shakes her head in refusal, a cry bubbling up her throat, âoh. Oh.â
âTension isn't helping our baby, please relax.â She gives me a look that makes me want to bury myself alive to recover from it. A hopeless scared gaze that makes me want to claw out my eyes on top of being five feet underground.
âHelp me,â she whines, âget him out of me.â
I flash a look at the royal healers around me, their eyes mildly impatient. I give them a cold stern look that has them shifting into action to avoid my ire.
âI'm still convinced it's a little girl,â I smile, brushing her hair that's matted onto her forehead.
âThere's nothing little about her then,â she groans and shifts away from me, her body locking up, âno, not again,â she cries and her fingernails dig into me. I have several of these wounds now but I can't even register it with the way I've been watching her so intently.
âBreathe,â I remind her quickly, âbreath in and out. Relax your jaw.â
Her teeth are bared to the world, the entirety of her rigid, airless.
âBreathe,â I bark, my worry crawling up my mouth.
She does but the sound that leaves with it is enough to drive me over an edge. My hand leaves her face and falls onto the swell of her stomach, bare to the room, our child begging to escape it. A blanket covers her lower half and I'm tempted to tear it away to see if there is progress. A healer beats me to it, bending my wifeâs knee up and opening her legs like a butterfly, blanket falling away.
âThat's the sound we were waiting for, your majesty,â the midwife coos gently. âYouâre ready to start pushing. Itâll all be over soon.â
Terror strikes me like a hard fist to the jaw and I sit there in stunned silence. My wife on the other hand starts a tantrum, limps a chaos as she tries to leave the bed. None of us expect this but with her so bloated, she barely makes it before I'm holding her still, pinning to the mattress. Her eyes are crazed and dazed with pain and anger.
âI am not pushing,â she hisses at me as if I was the one who suggested it.
âAre you saying that because you're afraid of the pain or because you don't think you can do it?â I challenge, raising an eyebrow. I dare to let my hand travel down between her legs, my fingers breaching the now expanded opening. I almost groan, âdarling,â my head slumps towards her with near relief, âyou are so close.â I feel the spot of thin hair, the curvature of a babyâs head. Our child.
âGet your fingers out of me,â she groans, whimpering.
âFirst I've heard that one,â I smirk. She flashes me a warning look that I eat up.
She again seems to be primed with a retort when both hands furiously find the bottom sheet. Giving my hand, wrist, and arm a break from her piercing touch. A terrified little yelp breaks from her mouth and one leg loses grip on the bedding and kicks out.
âOh please,â she heartbreakingly pleads. So unlike my vicious wife. âMake it stop.â
I instinctively brush my knuckles to her cheek, my other hand resting low on her stomach. âYou need to push, darling,â I press on her skin, âand hard. You're going to be just fine if you do that.â
She says something incoherent, a blubbering mess of raw emotion, exhaustion, and pain. Still she does what we all hoped, pushed. Her face tight with determination, chin to her chest, the sound of an animal in full heat coming out of her. She's never looked so beautiful.
âThat's it,â I encourage softly and twist, getting a cold cloth for her forehead and neck. She relaxes instantly, tears streaming down her face.
âI can't do this,â she says, voice breaking.
âOf course you can,â I say softly.
She shakes her head in defiance of my words. Head tipping back against the pile of pillows behind her. My wife shrieks, her body shaking violently. âNo, please, no,â she begs.
âIt comes, your majesty, push,â the healer beckons.
My focus waivers between how vulnerable and how strong my wife is in this moment that I too am breathless for a spell before I am smiling, staring down at the peek of dark hair.
âI see her, darling, push oh please push.â Our âpleaseâ is so contrasting that I laugh. She follows my suggestion and cries out again, this time her hand finding my forearm and holding tight. She looks at me, a face full of unabashed fear and loathing, âyou did this to me.â
I still can't wipe the joy from my face so my, âI know,â comes out manic.
She whimpers, tears cascading down her face and mingling with sweat. She swears colorfully. That head of dark hair moves forward and now holds her folds open and taut. She's screaming loud enough to break the windows and I'm there, holding her head against mine, getting closer and closer. âShh, it's almost over, you're doing so well.â
âSmall pushes now, blow out, stretch wide,â the healer mimics the breathing she wants to achieve but my wife just lets out the most pathetic of whimpers.
âHurts,â she mumbles.
âYou're amazing. I'm so impressed,â my lips brush into her sweaty hair.
âDon't say that like you're surprised,â she huffs at me.
I chuckle, leaning back to take in her burning blue eyes. âI'm not surprised.â
âJust a few more pushes,â the healer coaxs.
I watch the head pop out with a bit of liquid and a shrill cry from my partner, who now pants wildly, eyes lidded with weariness. âPull it out,â she demands, narrowing her gaze to menacing.
âYou'll push in a minute here,â the healer amends for her.
âJust take it out,â she begs and then groans deeply, eyes closing quickly, âohhh noooâ I watch in fascination as the baby starts to rotate slowly.
âHold on, dearie,â the healer tugs the cord up and over our childâs head eliminating a threat against its life already. âOpen these legs wider for me, there you go. Push, push, push.â
Thankfully my wife follows her orders. Her face bright red, and voice raising as more and more of the child emerges. Unceremoniously the screaming is replaced by the baby who now flails around in her mother's arms. Her. Our daughter. My wife and I lock eyes, her face split with adorable shock as if she hadn't just gone through all the work to make this happen. I slump towards them both, my adrenaline wearing off and I'm realizing my own hand has left crescent moons into my flesh from concern. I relax my body and take a deep breath.
âThank gods,â I murmured to no one in particular. I look up timidly to my wife who wipes our baby with a towel and scrunches her entire chin towards her neck to get a better look at the purple screeching face. Our daughter finally has a lapse in annoyance and her eyes open, stormy gray eyes forming a perfect mirror to gaze into. My wife drops back, a lifeless laugh forcing out of her, âall that only for her to look like you.â She sounds both bitter and proud.
I grin, âshe will no doubt be a stunner like me then.â
She huffs loudly but matches my smile, content with such a notion.
âThe next one will look like you.â
Her jaw drops open. âThe next one?!â
Nine months ago, you had a really hard day at work. You came home to me in your favorite outfit, waiting on the bed, keen on making it better.
Today, you had another hard day at work. I barely fit in that outfit, and you can see the head of one of the two babies you pounded into me that day starting to crown. But I have two other holes, and I'm eager to please.
tell me to pant the baby out while your holding it's head in place so it can't slide out any further
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She slunk as quietly as she could into the camp, but her heavy belly made it hard to move quietly. She hated when she got big like this. She was slow and useless and fat and it meant that soon there would be a lot of pain and another mouth to feed. There were already five and she was not a good enough hunter to provide for them, especially not laden with a swollen belly like this.
Oh to have deep sex while in active labor.
I want the father of my child to fuck me while contractions get stronger and closer together. I want to feel his cock take away all of the pressure building between my pelvis as he penetrates my plump pussy.
Every stroke stretches out my future birth canal and my body gets overwhelmed, whimpering while taking him and breathing through the pain. My contractions coil me tighter around him. When his cock starts twitching inside of my overdue pussy I hold his hands, making sure he presses into the body he made ripe with his child.
I could feel his tip push into my dilated cervix and kiss the baby's head deep inside of me. And right before he cums inside of me I'd wrap my legs around him and push him even deeper. His cock pierces the amniotic sac and my waters gush against his hips while he fills my emptying womb with his cum.

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daddy fucking my ass and rubbing my belly while im in labour telling me how good it feels for him when i push đľâđŤ keeping me in labour and pushing the head back because he wants to come a couple more times
the moment just before a head crowns might be the hottest part of birth videos to me. pussy bulging out with the life that has grown inside you, suddenly incredibly real and about to potentially rip you. itâs going to stretch you to your limit within the next contraction, and thereâs nothing you can do. it has to come out. your entire vagina is full and bulging.
i like when it takes a couple pushes to fully crown, too. when the head slips back in. it has to be agony, and terrifyingâthe undeniable question of is it too big? comes to mind. but youâll feel the burn. incredibly soon.
thinking about the early stages of crowning where the skin is bulging out but only a sliver of the head is visible as the opening adjusts and needs time to open wider and how intense that must feel 𼴠feeling your body bulge out and open slowly with every push, moaning from intense pressure
i 100% need a fat, overdue baby trying to come out in my panties rn. I want my water to break in public, i need my underwear/pants to be so tight that it's keeping my baby logged up in me until you give me the relief i need đŠ clothes so drenched with fluid that they're clinging to my body, needing you to rip them off me so the baby can slide out. like please just let me give birth oh my godddd!!! im such a good lil pup, such a good carrier. can you imagine me with an enormous bump, laying on my back while struggling to pop out ur seed? thighs so slick, belly so heavy. im so horny just thinking about it. my loud, wild screaming filling the room, thick sweat and contractions take over my body as my tiny opening is stretched with the huge head of your child, playing peak-a-boo as I push with all my strength, but it stays put. sitting heavily between my lips. you'd give me encouraging phrases, showering me with attention, swooning over me as I brought our child into this word. "I put a fat one in you, huh darling?" you'd coo as I wailed and squirmed beneath the pain, your eyes fixated on my slit being spread so wide with the crown of your baby. words cant express how ready I am to be bred, my belly needs to be round and plump. I physically need to be pushing out someone's baby rn đŚđŚ
At midnight, she draws a sigil over her swollen belly in red paint. The line in the middle stretches from her navel to her clitoris, opening the gateway. This day has been months in the making, the birth of the child of the demon she worships. In order to properly blend the likes of demonic and human heritage, a soul is to be summoned as the baby is born, giving the body life. When this is done, she labors by her bed, surrounded by candles. The baby's head is like a stone barreling through her, she barely has time to squat before the baby is pressing against the outside world. After multiple agonizing pushes, the baby's head bursts out and all the candles in the room are suddenly extinguished. Her baby got a soul, now all that left is to finish the birth. She drops lower and pushes again, but as the shoulders approach her opening, she feels bony structures poking and scratching her, making her flinch. She keeps trying, but it's so painful, that her body forces her to give up before she makes any more progress. She knew it was a possibility that her baby would have wings, but she never knew how excruciating it would be to birth them. After multiple attempts, she gives in, gets on her knees, spreads them out to make room for the head and prays to her master in hopes of solace. She pushes and prays until noon the next day, when her baby boy finally drops between her legs. She's absolutely enamored with him, but even though the ritual is over, the signal hasn't disappeared. She tried to rub it off, but it only heats up under her touch. It seems that having her gateway open so long has allowed for other souls to attempt to make their way earth side.
I hope I can write a full story for this one.

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one thing that turns me on about birth is how it makes people act like animals. they can be the most stoic, or quiet, or shy person but as soon as that baby starts to fill their pelvis its screaming, crying, begging. theyd do anything to get it out like twist themselves into weird positions or rip their legs open uncaring of whoever is there to witness their pussy and ass bulge open wide. its so hot.