Mpreg Giving Birth Novels & Stories

The sensation was overwhelming, sending both of us into screaming, squirting fits that soaked everyone around. By late night, we were completely destroyed, holes gaping wider than ever, bodies covered in milk, cum, piss, and light whip marks, pregnant bellies shining with fluids. Large, custom pregnancy plugs were inflated inside us again, shaped to press against the cervix and keep everything locked deep. Marcus addressed the group, his cock still hard against my cheek. “The bloodline is secured. These two will carry our children to term while continuing to serve every cock in the family. We’ll film the pregnancies, the births, and start the cycle again immediately after.”

Micalo murmured before finally shifting. As his bones cracked to shift, his painful howls and screams rang throughout the hospital and I am pretty sure he scarred everyone in it. I could bet Chester’s s*xy ass that the number of male pregs was going to come crashing down after this. “Now remember, breathe and push, breathe and push, breathe and push …. ,” Ingrid instructed.

It was my birthday, and I had made a big meal. I waited happily for Heather Pond’s return, but I received news that she was pregnant and the baby was not mine. I loved children very much. So, after we got married, I bought a lot of baby products. I often dreamed about our future children. However, Heather said she did not like children. She was afraid that her body would be disfigured after she gave birth. She was also worried that having children would affect her career. Hence, she had no plans to get pregnant.

Jax yelled back to me. Before I could respond Star turned sadly to Jax and knelt to the girl again. Her fingers brushed through her hair. "I'm sorry Jax, but it's impossible for a human to survive the birth of a supernatural. Too much magic will flow through her, and her body will give out. You should plan a c-section a few days before she is due to protect the child." "No!" Jax shook his head looking to Riley. "She won't die. It was impossible for her to get pregnant, yet she is. She can handle it." He demanded, but the tremble in his voice I knew he didn't believe it.

He asked. The conflicted emotions in his eyes made my heart twist in pain and empathy. I know this situation hurts him just as much as it hurts me, possibly more. I’m not the one who’s suffering from PTSD. I don’t even know the extent of his PTSD. I can conclude that being pregnant is a trigger. That makes sense, given what I know. Regina said he was distant when she made the Facetime pregnancy announcement. She’s purposely been as sensitive in her delivery of the news. Being pregnant so soon after mating did surprise everyone. And, of course, her family had their reactions and issues.

Not the one from the night we met—the carefree, laughing version of her—but the woman I saw last night, fierce and terrified and brave all at once. She’s pregnant. With my child. I rubbed a hand over my face and sat up in bed, the silk sheets suddenly suffocating. I’d dealt with oil mergers worth billions, negotiated with ruthless executives, and walked into meetings where a single slip-up could cost me everything. And yet none of it prepared me for this. This wasn’t a deal I could walk away from. I didn’t want to walk away from it. The thought surprised me. Even as I moved through the motions of my morning—coffee, shower, silence—I couldn’t shake the image of her hand subconsciously resting

I didn't deserve to live like this. The day of the assault flashed through my head and all I could see were bloody sheets and bruised thighs. I shook feverishly as I remembered the day I'd found out I was pregnant. My breath came out in sharp gasps as I clutched the material of my joggers, willing myself to forget. Breathe, Mel. Please. I lay in a foetal position, my hands placed firmly on my ears, trying to block out my screams from that day. After a while, I felt Nana's warm hands wrap around me in a tight embrace.

“How Silas couldn’t see it, I don’t know, but you are the spitting image of your mother.” My eyes widened but I just smiled. “You’re as bad a Maggie. The two of you knew instantly.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corner. “Now, what can I do you for?” I turned back to look at Finn, who was completely flushed and fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. “Finn is pregnant. He and his mate are both Beta’s. I don’t know how far along he is and I wanted to make sure he got checked over by someone who understood male pregnancies.”

Instinctively, I pressed my hand to my belly and waited several long seconds before the wave of nausea passed. I looked down at my swollen stomach and remembered what the doctor had said. Carrying a vampire's half-blood child was already dangerous for a human, especially in the third trimester. Too much emotional distress or physical shock could trigger serious complications. And a half-blood's vitality far exceeded that of a normal fetus — if the baby became agitated inside the womb, the strain on the mother would be even worse. But didn't Clara claim she was pregnant too? If she were really carrying Adrian's child, how could she be reckless enough to be doing all this?

She used the knife, to slightly widen my tight, weary, and dry opening. “I don’t have any more strength,” I whimpered. I had lost lots of blood, and even water “We’ll soon be done here.” Melinda urged with conviction, “Just follow my lead! Now, breathe in. Breathe out.” “Breathe in, again. Breathe out.” “Breathe in. Now, Push!” I channeled the last ounces of strength in my body, and I pushed the rest of the second pup, out of my body. I let out a loud groan, and I gave birth to my second pup; a female.