Orgasmic Birth Novels & Stories

Harlan claimed throat, cock muting pleas to gurgles, gloved hand pinching nose for breath play panicked swallows milking him deeper. Thrusts built mechanical electro pulses ramping with speed, nipple shocks syncing to slams, urethral inflation pulsing in time. Syringe lube frothed relentlessly, gurgling from both lower holes, the tingler amplifying every drag to electric bliss. Sarah's vitals peaked 152 bpm, screen flashing warnings, body a conduit of overload. First orgasm tore free urethra clenching probe, squirting catheter bag to burst, floods jetting around Jake's base in pressurized arcs, soaking Marcus's thighs with hot patter.

"We'll smoke most of this. Store it for after the birth." We carried our burden back to the cabin. My back ached, my feet throbbed, but there was satisfaction in the work. In knowing I could provide. That evening, Nyx brought up a subject she'd been avoiding. "We need to talk about the birth." My stomach clenched with anxiety. "What about it?" "Hybrid births are—complicated. I've attended a few, but each was different." She sat across from me, her expression serious. "Your body might try to shift during the most intense contractions. That's dangerous for both you and the baby."

I kissed the flesh over her ovaries, paid homage to her womb through touch, and made my way down her body until I came to rest between her thighs. Her scent, which I hadn't taken the time to enjoy before because I was too much in a rush, now assailed me, filling my senses and sending my hunger into overdrive. I gave her my tongue and reveled in her response as she dug her fingertips into my scalp. Her hips rocked gently against my mouth until I went after her clit and bit it ever so gently, and then she exploded. I moved up and slid into her mid-orgasm, planting my lips close to her ear. "Give me another child Gianna."

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?

A crisp and loud-sounding slap echoed in the hallway. Everyone present froze and turned to stare at Mom. "Are you crazy?" Wilma shouted. "You're the crazy one! It's all you! What have you done?" Wilma sneered. "I did something?" She laughed smugly. "I'm just using the same methods to return the favor! You wanted my family's wealth and swapped my child. Can't I swap her back?" "No way!" Mom yelled back. "Back then, you had birthing complications and were bleeding heavily. There was no way you could get up and take a look!"

A month ago he had asked Amber how the baby was going to come out of her small vagina? Getting uncomfortable with the questions Amber had sent him to the human world to see it for himself. Rome went into the human world and there he saw how babies are born by watching a baby coming out of a vagina live. He was bought back in an unconscious state. And the Oracle did the remaining damage by telling him that supernatural births are a lot more worse than human births. Poor Rome was terrified of the day Amber was going to give birth to her child. He was afraid of the pain she was going to endure. He even swore that he was never going to make babies himself.

And then the orgasm broke loose like a dam giving way — "Ah —!! Hebert —!" My back snapped into a rigid arch, the cry ripping from my throat raw and ragged. My walls clenched in deep, violent spasms, wave after wave of fierce contractions seizing his cock, the soft flesh shaking and squeezing in frantic, helpless pulses. A scalding rush of slick burst free in uncontrollable surges, splashing against his shaft and head, soaking the place where we were joined and the sand beneath us.

This made the boy’s knob mushroom powerfully against her cervix and sent his balls tingling, triggering his own powerful release. “FUCK MEEEE!” Morgan grunted loudly. She arched her neck back as her pregnant body began convulsing in a toe-curling, full-body orgasm. Tate’s young cock erupted with big, gooey ropes of thick semen that splashed powerfully against the walls of her gushing cunt. The sound of her screaming in climax only intensified his own orgasm, milking every last drop from his pulsing balls. After they finally became motionless, Tate rested heavily against his pregnant aunt, feeling her cunt give off wonderful, rhythmic post-orgasmic contractions around his cock for nearly five

"Oh god, yes! I'm gonna come! Don't you dare stop!" The orgasm that ripped through her was cataclysmic. It wasn't a single wave but a series of violent, shattering contractions. Her entire body seized, a high-pitched cry tearing from her throat as her pussy clamped down on Ethan's cock like a vise and her ass convulsed around the glass toy. The sight of her lost in such primal ecstasy, combined with the vice-like grip of her inner muscles, was too much for Ethan.

Her fingers to locate it, enlarged and throbbing. With a firm touch, she pressed down on it, hard. Emeriel emitted a piercing scream, her body convulsing into a second orgasm so intense that her eyes rolled back into her head. She nearly broke free from Madam Livia's grasp if it weren't for Amie holding her firmly. Madam Livia continued to press down on the oversensitive bundle of nerves inside her that yearned to be completely satisfied by an Urekai male and coated by their potent sperm. Emeriel sobbed as the third release washed over her, unintelligible words spilling from her lips as her body soared to heights that made her knees buckle.