Orgasmic Birth Novels & Stories

I had to bite a gag he provided to stay quiet as orgasm after orgasm tore through me. He switched holes constantly, pounding my pussy, then my ass, then back, always talking filthy. “Gonna keep you pregnant forever. Fuck you through every trimester. Suck milk from these tits while I breed you again.” The breeding talk, combined with the pregnancy hormones and the constant risk, sent me into a near-constant state of overstimulation. I sobbed and begged, body shaking uncontrollably.

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.

Cum poured from her in thick rivers, mixing with the warm sand. Nights in the grand central amphitheater — suspended in golden harnesses that carefully supported her pregnant belly, she was displayed for the entire gathering. One thousand men used her in waves. The air grew thick and humid with the overwhelming scent of sex, sweat, warm milk, and tropical flowers. Her raw, broken moans echoed across the island as orgasm after devastating orgasm ripped through her fertile, mature body. Her pregnancy made everything more intense. Every thrust felt deeper. Every climax more violent. Milk sprayed freely from her heavy breasts when she came especially hard.

Intent on what he’s doing, oblivious to our presence, not that either of us is worth anything right now. “Push, baby... the head right here. Just a little push and we get this one out. Fastest birth ever, Bambino.” Emma makes a horrible grunty, groany, almost scream-like noise, that has me screwing up my face in complete traumatization; mentally telling myself that I never want to do this, ever. It’s awful. I only become aware of Arrick’s arm around my back when his breath hits my cheek. I realize we’re both cuddled close and watching the same thing, except he too seems totally freaked out now that I am not focusing on him to keep me sane.

An agonizingly intense wave unlike anything I've ever felt. My body convulses violently around him, an orgasm triggered by the terrifying, lethal cocktail of asphyxiation, the lingering sting from his hand on my skin, the brutal friction of his cock, and the overwhelming sensory overload. It’s the most intense, shattering release of my life, a supernova exploding behind my eyes, turning the encroaching blackness blindingly white for one infinite second, even as the true light fades. It feels like dying and being born at the same moment.

" I added, rolling my eyes. Suddenly I heard the door of the office open. But I didn't turn around to look at who it was. I was bent on getting a response from the doctor. "All pregnant women know this except you of course. Orgasms are contractions of your pelvic muscles and it strengthens them. It basically helps to ease labour pains and improves bladder control which is mainly to avoid leaks or urination during pregnancy. I just want you to know that stronger pelvic muscles can also lead to a quicker recovery after you give birth. It is not necessary and I am not trying to force you."

The sensation of being so completely filled while massively pregnant pushed Emma into a subspace deeper than she had ever known. Tears of overwhelming pleasure ran down her cheeks as another shattering orgasm ripped through her. She tried to scream around the cock in her throat but could only gurgle wetly. They gave her brief breaks to breathe and drink water, but never for long. During one break, they made her crawl around the room on hands and knees, belly dragging, while they stroked themselves and occasionally slapped her ass or tits, making milk spray. Then they pulled her back into the center for another round.

I groaned, enduring an extraordinary pain that felt like it was splitting my hips in two. “Yes, baby! I'm here! I'm not going anywhere,” Samuel whispered intently beside my ear. His strong fingers gripped my hand tightly, letting my nails dig deep into his skin without any regard for his own pain. “You're such a strong woman, Emelia. Just a little more... for our child.” “Come on, Mrs.! One more strong push! One... two... three... push!” “ARGHHH...!” With the very last of my strength, I focused everything I had into that final push, letting the peak of the pain shatter through my consciousness. And right at that peak, a miracle so vividly real filled the entire room.

Perfect for ruining my tight little cunt in the slowest, most devastating way. "These," he said, voice heavy as he picked up the smallest one. Rolling it between his thick fingers. “Are gonna teach your pussy what real birth feels like. Start small, build the stretch. Push 'em in, hold, push 'em out. Each one's bigger, Sam. By the end… you'll be gaping and sobbing for more." My cunt clenched at the explanation, juices already slicking my thighs. Devastating didn't cover it. Knowing he planned every filthy inch made heat flood me harder.

Sean had taken it away to make sure I couldn’t contact anyone. The baby kicked wildly inside me. I was shaking from the cold and sweating from the pain. I strained my voice and called out for help, clinging to the smallest scrap of hope. Finally, I heard footsteps outside. “Please, somebody help me!” I screamed. “I’m locked in a basement! I’m about to give birth!” I kept shouting, thinking someone would come. Instead, a triumphant voice answered, “Zoe, how does it feel to lie in a basement in the middle of winter? To me, Sean should’ve done this ages ago to teach you a lesson.”