Orgasmic Birth Book Novels & Stories

He was coming undone in a way he never had before. Lillah was screaming against his neck, swearing and praising their Goddess as her orgasm built and built and built. The egg was moving slowly. It was large and despite all the relaxant and dilating fluids she flet like she was being shredded with glorious intensity. The egg popped into her womb at the exact moment her orgasm peaked. Unending pleasure thundered, radiating from her core out and she bit into Sarmin’s neck, right down to the bone, utilising Neeri’s teeth without a second thought. Another chorus on MINE filling the mind-link.

Moon’s pov "Breathe, breathe through the contractions." The midwife said. "You fucking breathe." I replied, getting sick of hearing her voice. "I’m sorry." Kai said to the midwife, "She didn’t mean it like that." The hell I didn’t. The midwife smiled at us, "don’t worry, I’ve been told worse." "You know, I read somewhere that an orgasm can help with the pain." Kai suggested. "An orgasm? You’re thinking about sex right now? That’s the thing that got me into this situation in the first place."

His eyes close as I tighten with my intimate muscles. I know he loves it, and with the pregnancy and the classes I've taken for a natural birth, I'm learning to drive my husband wild too. I arch my back from the sofa to give him much more pleasure, just as he brings me to the edge. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck, longing to kiss his lips. I feel my abdomen start to contract as another orgasm forms. I hear the impact of our bodies and how Mattia speeds up in pursuit of our shared pleasure.

"One person?" "Symbiosis," I whispered, resting my chin on her head. "We're a single organism." "That sounds like a sci-fi horror movie." "It's a romance," I corrected. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands resting over hers on the baby. "A really good one." Emma kicked against my palms, a strong, rolling movement. She was part of the rhythm now, too. The Heavy Lifting "Labor isn't static," Martha reminded the class. "You need to move. Let's practice the supported stand."

Angela screamed out, trying not to touch herself due to the throbbing sensation in her clit… “An erotic book? You must be all wet right now, you did touch yourself, didn’t you?” He gave her a dirty smirk as his eyes checked her out. “Dirty mind! I do no such t…” Before she could defend herself, he lifted her in his arms and headed towards the bed. “What are you doing with an erotic book, then?”he asked. “Can you let me go, put me down right now, we need to talk. It’s important”. “You are still ovulating, I see, and I will be glad to help”.

Lusia I could feel the orgasm coming, a surge building deep inside me like an untamed force of nature. It started as a soft flutter, a delicate tease that slowly grew into a relentless wave of pressure. My breaths came in shallow gasps, my chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm as the intensity consumed me. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire, a heat spreading from the pit of my stomach outward, searing through my veins like molten lava. My thighs clenched instinctively, tightening against the relentless rhythm of the object moving inside me, its vibrations pushing me closer to the edge.

He was truly exasperating me and causing a whirlwind of confusion in my heart and mind. What was I supposed to do with this book on how to masturbate? I wasn't sure if it was out of curiosity or if I wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't affected by him. I cautiously opened the book. The illustrations depicted a man holding his genitals and a woman with her fingers covering her intimate area. It wasn't explicit or pornographic, per se, but rather educational, with black ink graphics. However, it evoked a different sensation within me—a warmth that intensified as I continued to observe the pages.

The young master was never going to be calm after seeing this. The pages described pregnancy and childbirth in vivid detail. Women, it said, were blessed with a sacred gift from God-the ability to carry life and continue the family line. But the process came with unimaginable challenges. It was said that giving birth felt like having twenty bones in the body broken at once. Damian's body went rigid. He turned to look at the bed, where his wife lay peacefully under the blanket, only the tips of her hair visible. "Young master, please lower your voice. Miss might wake up," Brown urged.

AVA I was going to give birth on an explosive-wired floor. That was all I could think about as pain raced through my lower back and up my spine. The world around me blurred and sirens in the distance, Elias yelling orders, and the countdown on the screen flashing like a curse: 00:02:34. "Do not push yet!" Damian shouted. "I do not have an option!" I yelled back, sweat running down my temples. My vision was blurry. The pain was relentless, coming in sharp and quick waves. My body was already performing what instinct required. And what about this baby?

“It’s time.” Everything moved quickly after that. The halls of Galahad filled with soft footsteps and hushed voices as healers prepared the birthing chamber. Melissa was at my side within seconds, holding my hand while Fayne cleared the path ahead. I had trained for battles, stood bleeding on battlefields—but this... this was different. This was creation and destruction all wrapped in one blazing storm of pain. The first scream tore from me as I was lowered onto the birthing bed, sweat already beading along my forehead. I gritted my teeth, gripping Melissa’s hand like a lifeline.