Orgasmic Birth Book Novels & Stories

He made the hands open inside me. Palms flat against my insides. Pushing outward. My ribs expanded. My belly swelled like I was pregnant with my own destruction. I screamed until my voice broke. The orgasm that followed wasn’t human. It started from the center of my being—every nerve firing at once. My cock spasmed, dry-heaving. My hole clenched around the impossible intrusion. Fluid—cum, piss, prostate milk—gushed out in a flood. I blacked out for seconds.

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

"Hold it, Emily. Do not defy me." I gave it my all, but the intense pleasure proved too overwhelming. After a few more seconds of blissful torment, I knew there was no turning back. The orgasm surged through me like a powerful wave, starting from my toes and crashing into my core, leaving me breathless. Humiliation mingled with the pleasure, a deep sense of shame washing over me. I was enjoying this. I was... Oh, dear God. The single orgasm transformed into an incredible cascade, pulsating through every fiber of my being. It overwhelmed my senses, rendering me unable to think or breathe on my own.

00But the woman didn't mean to stop, "You, young, definitely don't know what's inside." 00The woman leaned in again, and even the  intern behind Stacy lowered his body, trying to find out how much the birth of a child affected the woman. 00He had never thought about this problem before, and thought it was a natural thing, pregnancy and childbirth. 00The book he bought before only talked about the process of pregnancy, and did not say what kind of damage a woman's body would cause a woman's birth.

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By the time I hit 30 weeks the doctor scheduled me for an induction. Robert had been there for me and truly cared for me and the baby. I figured I should marry him eventually. On June 26 we had a 5-pound 20-inch-long bouncing baby girl. Emiry Marie was beautiful, she had a head full of light red hair that reminded me of my mother. Her eyes were big and from the looks of them a teal-ish blue type color similar to her father's. She was our light in the darkness and both Robert and I could have never imagined the life we were destined to have from here on out.

She felt a burning, stretching sensation, immense and terrifying. "I can see the head!" Jo called out, her voice excited. "Lots of dark hair! Keep going, Keira! With the next one!" The rest was a blur of pain, effort, and voices guiding her. "Pant now, pant! Slow the head down! Beautiful!" The burning, stretching sensation intensified to a point where she was sure she was tearing in two. And then, suddenly, a release. A slippery, immense relief as the baby's head was born.

(Aurora's POV) Pain ripped through my body like claws tearing me apart from the inside. The birthing chamber of the Silver Creek Territory Healing Den felt suffocating despite its spaciousness. Rain lashed against the windows, matching the storm of agony inside me. "Push, Aurora," my mother urged, her grip on my hand firm and reassuring. I bore down again, sweat drenching my ceremonial birthing gown. The contractions were coming faster now, more intense than I'd imagined possible. My wolf Zoe whimpered inside me, sharing my pain but lending me her strength.

"Yes, Elder Lucien. Very standard. The birth ball in particular is recommended for women in their final weeks of pregnancy. It helps relieve pressure on the spine and pelvis, and can make labor easier." Lucien nodded slowly. "I have heard of such things. My own wife used similar techniques when she was pregnant with Leone and his siblings." "You cannot be defending this," I interrupted. "You did not see what I saw." "I do not need to see it to understand what happened. These exercises can look misleading to a partner who does not understand their purpose. But they are effective for smooth childbirth. Would you rather Seraphina suffer unnecessarily just because you are uncomfortable with prop

"And since when did you become such an expert on childbirth?" He gave an unfamiliar and sheepish grin. "I went out and bought just about every book there was on the subject." "And how many was that?" she asked faintly. He counted off on his fingers. "Four books on pregnancy. There’s an even bigger section on the first year of life, and then—" "I’ve heard everything I need to know." "Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong!" He poured them out some more mineral water, as if playing for time. "Whatever objections you may put up, you know in your heart that I’m right."