My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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...

“My cock is kissing your cervix with every thrust. This is where the magic wants my seed — deep, right against your womb.” “‘The vessel must be flooded repeatedly…’” I read, voice breaking as pleasure built fast. Elias increased his pace, fucking me with powerful, claiming strokes. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed through the archives. He kept one hand on my belly, the other rubbing slow circles on my swollen clit. “Your body was made for this,” he growled. “Soft, tight, fertile. I can feel your womb fluttering around the head of my cock, begging to be filled. Keep reading while I breed you.”

"Yes, you don't need to be ashamed, dear. I am your husband. We are officially husband and wife. So, whatever is inside me, you can see it." Can you see? Eka rounded her eyes. Her mind started to wander.

I spit out, making him scoff a laugh, but I'm offended, "How could I possibly give you an egg?" "You're actually so dumb," he lets out with a laugh, always so nice, "You donate your eggs... the eggs in your reproductive system, dumbass. It's a whole process, they take them out of you, they mix it together with my sperm and they put that concoction inside another woman so she can carry the kid and then give it to me." I'm not actually that dumb, I already knew about that process, but him talking about a seahorse before threw me off.

“We are strongest together. That’s what he’s attacking. Not just our company….us. So we fight as us. Not just business partners. Husband and wife. Mom and Dad. Family.” Bella looked at him and saw the man she fell in love with years back and still the same one she is in love with now, the one who stayed, the one who tried, the one who loved her even when things were hard. Some of the tightness in her chest loosened.

"Drink it all. It helps keep your immune system strong." Amelia swallowed the bitter, slightly sweet liquid, leaning her head against his chest. She had no reason to suspect that the custom tonic was carefully formulated to suppress her fertility, ensuring she remained unable to conceive while he blamed his own fabricated medical condition. To her, it was simply another proof of her husband's gentle, protective care. On the opposite side of the city, inside a locked private conference room at a high-end financial firm, Marcus sat across from David beneath the glare of fluorescent lights.

Thankfully, her husband held her waist so tightly. He came inside of her again, letting out every single drop into her womb, writhing against her behind. Cole concluded there was no way his wife would not fall pregnant by the end of their honeymoon!

The deep brown hooded eyes rimmed with thick lashes and the dark melanin of their skin. With the memories of Prince had come the memories of feeling the baby kicking in her womb. The way Mindy and Prince would lay on either side of her and rub her belly and talk to the baby growing there. How they would promise to love her and take care of her forever was engrained in her brain. The deep love Mindy had for her husband and had agreed to do whatever it took to give him the family he craved, even if it meant using another woman’s eggs, was on her mind.