Mpreg Birth Crowning Novels & Stories

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Marilee hovered over them chanting something with her eyes closed. “Your highness, a typical royal baby is birthed at seven earth months, however, with our king being the first of his kind, it seems he is writing his own rules,” Emma replied closing her eyes again and bringing forth the purple light in her hand. Mitzie let out another horrific scream as the internal kicks to her stomach intensified. “I’ll get some hot water from the kitchen,” Roger said in a terrified voice as he exit the bedroom. Cynthia continued swaying Mitzie in her arms, Marilee continued to chant, and Emma’s eyes were still closed while Mitzie cried in pain.

Rex picked up the radio quickly as soon as Cherry was on the bed and shouts on it. “I’m working on it! And say something else than trigger my temper!” Divine from the other side glances at her fellow nurse who motioned to her not to take all of Rex’s angry reply to heart so she continues. “Sir, no matter what happens, when the baby head crowns or comes out, make sure her legs remain wide open until the baby is totally out else, it will endanger the baby’s life.” “Got it, got it, got it…” He mumbles and steady Cherry’s legs. Out of reflect, her right leg shoots up startling him for a second. “Damn it!.”

He steps forward, bowing slightly, then extends a hand. I take it, feeling the electricity of our bond, the unspoken promise that this moment is ours. Mary leans close to me, whispering, “Go, Eva. Shine. This is your crown, your day.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. The hall is filled with our pack, allies, friends, and family. The music swells, flowers trail along the aisle, and the banners flutter above. Theo lifts the crown—crafted of silver and moonstones—and lowers it toward me.

He was getting on me and he didn't forget that I was pregnant with our fourth child. He exposed his cock and shoved it into my pussy before I could breathe. He was gentle this time around trying not to crush my little bump. He went into me slowly that it was driving me crazy and soon, he lost control and fucked me so hard till my toes curled and I came. He pulled out and licked up my swollen pussy. "You taste so fucking good." He kissed me with it and the next thing. He helped me down and I changed into my coronation dress. It was a royal blue gown. The three elders were the ones to crown me in front of the pack.

Noah said to me with a bad smile. At that moment, a maid came into the room. "Your Royal Highness, tomorrow the King will hold a crowning ceremony for Miss Grace , but because of Miss Grace’s special status, the crowning ceremony will be simplified." The maid said to Noah . "Coronation ceremony?" Noah was surprised, and I found it hard to believe. "Yes, I hope you will be prepared." The maid said, and then left the room. Noah and I looked at each other, somewhat bewildered by all that was happening.

I guess it isn’t. At some sign I don’t see, the women divide themselves into two different lines. They stand facing one another. Wilder shepherds me and Milo over to the side of the roof, and the three of us take a seat on some flat rocks that someone must have lugged up here for this purpose. Regine stands in between the two lines and holds up her hands. “Welcome to the night of prenatal blessing,” she says. Her voice is quiet but carrying, and no one speaks. There’s a real sense of solemnity to the whole thing.

When I glance dad's way, he's surrounded by well wishers, and I can tell he feels the same way. The reading of our vows, the rites and all the prayers are the same as all the mating ceremonies I've ever witnessed. Yet it feels like it's my first time coming across the words. The ceremony itself doesn't last up to a half hour. After that, the high priest blesses my crown and hands it to the Alpha King, who then places it on my head. The crowd's roar and howls are like nothing I've ever heard.

"Okay, I think we can get away with it for the most part as Axel changed a few things because of what Mason did and the effect it had on you, so instead of having to walk by yourself into the ceremony we will be there with you. You will be sitting for some of the ceremony but will have to stand to complete the crowning oath that will be done by the highest Alpha under Axel. The crowning itself will be done by Axel, as even though you have marked each other once he places the crown on your head, he needs to remark you as you need to remark him..." "Yes, Axel has explained this to me.." "The only thing is there will be a power transfer as you become Axel's equal, his Queen. I am just worried t

Once she was in front sitting on her throne, Collin and their son were announced and they came walking down the aisle slowly. Anna fought the tears forming in the back of her eyes as she watched them and Collin grinned when they reached the front. The ceremony wouldn’t be as long as hers since their son was too young to take the oath yet, but Collin went through it with flying colours. The priest held the crown on a beautiful blue pillow and turned to Anna. She took it and placed it on Collin’s head and it was probably the most precious moment she ever experienced.