My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb Novels & Stories

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance. She repeated the words, voice dead and hollow, “Power Married couple.” Her chest tightened, a thousand questions surging but none dared to escape. How long? Why hide? Who was she to him really, and what the fuck it is, A wife?! ~ The bathroom door clicked shut behind her. She stared at the reflection. Her eyes red, swollen from tears she hadn’t allowed until now. The face looking back at her was cracked, fragile. “You’re my only one,” she whispered, the memory slicing through her.

She clapped her hands in excitement and I realized this was what brought her joyful expression. “Oh okay, great..?” I said. “I would strongly encourage you to copulate multiple times in the next coming days. Your womb should be relaxed to encourage a fertile mating. No stress, good nutrition, regular intercourse. Doctor’s orders, okay?” She looks so pleased with herself so I just nod.

"Why not? Is there a problem with my eggs, or are Mr. Ashton’s sperms weak?" I could feel the glare of my husband, and I looked at him. "Don’t worry if that’s the case. But we need to make sure what the cause is." His jaw flexed, and I turned my focus to Doctor Picklewood, who was pretending that he didn’t hear our personal talk. "Your ovaries are fine, and Mr Ashton’s sperms are strong and healthy. But conceiving is a complex procedure. Don’t worry, it will happen soon." I let out a defeated sigh. "Excuse me," I murmured and walked out of the hospital room.

The eggs inside me shifted with each thrust, creating new waves of pleasure. "Your womb is perfect," Vexar growled. "It accepts my seed and eggs eagerly." I came violently, body shaking. He released more eggs and thick fluid. My belly swelled further. The fullness felt incredible. He released the restraints and let me take control for a moment. I straddled him, sinking down on his cock. Tentacles supported me as I rode hard. "Fuck, your cock and eggs inside me feel so good." "Ride faster, human. Milk me for more."

I smiled slightly, ignoring her request. "We already have one child in Nikkie's womb. Let's raise that child until it's big enough and ready to have a sibling." My fingers skillfully placed the condom. "What do you mean? Don't you know my eggs are weak? My eggs don't allow for fertilization!" Krystal exclaimed fiercely. I remained calm, the answer to this question had already been compiled while I was in the shower. "I've always believed that miracles are real. I once read a journal that mentioned a woman who had bad eggs. But, that woman miraculously got pregnant after having intercourse with her partner.

He hit her g-spot several times so that she almost squirmed in pleasure. Mauro held his wife’s hips tightly while banging her fast. He made sure that he wouldn’t run on her stomach so that their baby wouldn't get crushed. Each time he buried himself in his wife’s p*ssy was accompanied by a shiver until the heat first exploded in her body. Diana moaned in pleasure at the same time as her body arched as the heat that seemed to accumulate in her womanhood was released. In less than a minute, her husband also followed and sprayed his seed again in her womb.

"Sometimes the issue lies elsewhere. I'd recommend your husband also undergo testing." "My husband?" "It takes two people to create a pregnancy," the doctor said gently. "If we're going to find answers, we need the complete picture." I scheduled the follow-up and walked toward the exit in a daze. Three months of degradation, and nothing to show for it. Three months of feeling like a failure, a defective machine that couldn't perform its one required function. Maybe there's something wrong with me after all. I was almost at the hospital entrance when I saw her.

For the first time during this conversation I am unable to meet her gaze. “My son is one of them. My husband and I were unable to conceive. I will never forget the day that I heard it on the radio. Someone had given the egg to us as a gift and I ran so fast to grab it. I caught him right before he hit the floor and have treasured him ever since. Over the years I have watched what being alone does to him.” she says as I finally meet her gaze. Her grey eyes are sincere as she tells me this.

“I am fully Yours. No one else exists.” He lifted me onto the altar, spreading me wide. “You are ready, my divine wife.” He entered me in one claiming thrust. I cried out in rapture. “Yes! Plant Your holy seed!” Each thrust was deliberate, deep, his balls slapping against me. “Recite the vows as I breed you,” he commanded. “I vow eternal incestuous marriage to my Father-Husband, My god,” I moaned, my legs wrapped around him. “My womb is Your temple. Cum inside me. Impregnate Your daughter-wife!”