My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb Novels & Stories

my husband says one moment before I realize why as the pleasure changes to pressure as my one remaining egg decends. "Nonononononononononooooo" I scream as the egg pushes its way down the birthing canal, cresting my opening. Remembering how much pain I had been in last time, he rushes to press his lower fork it my anus, and as it releases its muscle relaxants, my leg as my egg rolls out slowly, supported by both of us. "It's too early," I weep. I was hoping to learn to walk the shadows first. "I can't let the Magi have her. I won't..."

Emma continued, her voice steady yet filled with maternal firmness. “I see you with a loving and attentive husband—a man who exceeded every expectation left unfulfilled by your first marriage. A man who is, above all, a man, a husband, a father, and a lover. Let’s not forget that these two babies growing inside you didn’t arrive by divine intervention.” She leaned closer, her gaze piercing.

After the meeting with Greg Knox, who was the supposed Trevor Holt , Tracy Hall could not bring herself any sort of peace of comfort . From the moment she got back home from the previous night, she had been worried to the very core of it. Marry me. The very words of Greg came alive again in her head. It has always returned over and over again since she had heard him. ” Son of a bitch . ” She muttered to herself while still fiddling with her duvet.

He raised his eyebrows. "You're the best husband in the world. I'm so surprised that you don't hate me because I told you I don't have a womb. Some men get divorced with their wives because she's barren." Jayda sniffed. She knew she was getting too emotional which was something she hadn't done in ages. "I'm not 'some men'. I'm your husband and I promise to love you till the end of time. I'll forever love and cherish you, my queen." He kissed her forehead and she deepened the kiss on his lips.

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.

"Oh God! When? I mean, I took a ‘plan B’ recently. That doesn’t-” “‘Plan Bs’ don’t work after ovulation. The pill’s job is delaying ovulation, so... it's pretty meaningless after.” He answers, but the words ‘Oh my God’ still hang at the tip of my tongue. “Wait, you said something about cavity sites in my womb?" "Yes, eggs implant themselves on the lining of the uterus. From the looks of it, you have two cavity sites-” He pauses to show me an image of my womb in black and white attached to his documents.

"I can feel it inside me. I can feel your egg in my womb." The first of many. The voice sounds pleased. Your body is accepting it perfectly. You were made for this, Kira. Then another egg. And another. Each one passes through my cervix with a stretch that makes me gasp and moan, each one settling into my womb alongside its siblings, each one making me feel more complete, more full, more perfectly used. You're doing so well. The voice croons praise as the eggs keep coming, one after another in a steady stream. Taking them so beautifully. Each one makes you more mine. Each one seals our bond. Each one makes you more of a mother.

For years, Richard– my ex husband always told me I couldn't have children, saying I had a damaged womb which taunted me, giving me sleepless nights, the doctors had confirmed it, I had no chance and there wasn't even a probability I would have children, I lost all hope and now…this? Tears fell from my pale face, blurring my vision, distorting the world around me into flickering streaks of light. I wasn't sure if I was happy laughing with closed eyes, or they were paralyzed with fear, or both, my heart wrapped with new emotions made my breath become shaky as my hands drifted to my stomach, trying to feel the living human in my stomach. I felt the soft fabric of my jacket, I pressed slowly and

My whole body quaked under his as I felt his thick sticky ropes lancing inside me, his heavy balls jerking against me as they injected their fertilizing load. I flashed to images of cum splashing inside my womb, the cum easily overwhelmed by superior forces. They fought each other deep inside my spiraling line towards my great prize suspended within my warm depths. They surrounded my egg, the Alpha sperm easily covering its whole surface in a carpet of wriggling tails and pushing heads. I felt a twinge in my orgasmic belly as one of those sperm disappeared inside my fertile egg...

Initially she kept mewing and sucking in but as tempo increased she rode high on her own excitement encouraging me. 'Oooo...oof Son fill me up, sow your seed in your mother's womb my darling.' And so on. I realized we are not using any protection and she could get knocked up. Erotic feeling, huh! Knocking up the womb which carried you for 9 months. But soon my worries were put to rest.