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I love the trope of being fucked into labor (water breaking) because it can be such a spectrum:

- You haven't even started fucking me yet, but Im just so ripe and ready to pop thay just a single touch to my sopping wet cunt or a hard slap against my fat ass and my waters are gushing out of me

-We're still in foreplay mode, you haven't even put it in yet, just made me cum on your tongue, and that was enough to have my waters splashing all over your face

- I've only just gotten all of you inside me, the weight of my gravid womb forcing me all the way down to the hilt. Neither of us have begun moving yet, and I feel a rush and release of the pressure in my belly that's been building up for hours.

- You've orgasmed inside me, with my legs locked around your waist, and my waters come flooding out with your cum.

-It takes a bit longer than either of us expected, considering I've looked seconds away from labor for days now, but after a few times of making me cum so hard I see stars, I feel an even sweeter release and the head of our child moves even lower in my belly.

-We've been at it for practically days now, contractions and orgasms repeatedly rocking through my body, yet my waters refuse to break no matter how desperately you've fucked into the base of my cervix. By the time it happens, I'm so delirious and cum-drunk, I don't even realize until our child is crowning at my cunt.

- Why. Won't. My. Water. Break. No matter what we've tried, even beyond sex, no matter how close together and intense my contractions are, no matter the fact that our baby has started to grow too big in my womb, my water won't break. I refuse to get a c-section because now I'm determined, I know if we try harder, fuck harder, my waters will break on your cock... eventually.

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imagine being pregnant and the person who knocked you up constantly sends you videos of people having difficult agonizing screaming births like "this'll be you <33"

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Annabeth's Joy

Hi folks!

This here is my first ever birth fic that I write and share!

I’d love your honest opinion and criticism, but please keep in mind I’m new at this, that English isn’t my first language, and that I’m a virgin who knows nothing of sex.

That said, I sincerely hope you all enjoy, and hope it will make you feel hot and bothered ;).

Take care

Herald of Passion

Tags: Pregnancy kink, labor kink, birth kink, sex, sex in labor, orgasmic birth, threesome

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Annabeth was the sexiest girl of our year in college. It became even more true when she got pregnant.

No one knew who knocked her up, but everyone had their own theory. The football captain, the English teacher, pretty much anyone with looks and charisma. But I was going to learn two very important things about Annabeth: she didn’t care about status, and I didn’t care who got her pregnant; I only wished it was me.

We had biology together, and soon got to talking. She and her friend Melanie were inseparable but made place for me at their table. I was the new guy in this college, and they wanted to learn more about me.

How to describe Annabeth? Well, she was stunning, with long flowing brown hair falling down her back, a perfectly chiseled face and piercing eyes. She had pretty big breasts, barely covered by her crop top, her nipples sometimes pointing out. That girl wasn’t afraid of her body and sexuality and encouraged others to do the same.

Every time we were sitting next to each other, she would laugh and touch my arm, and look at me with interest when asking me about my girlfriends and experiences. She almost couldn’t believe I was a virgin.

“Aww sweetie. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find a girl to fuck you soon.” She told me with a wink, while my cheeks started to burn. I was already imagining bending her over the desk, caressing her growing belly and kissing her neck, our moans mixing as we reach climax.

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A few months later, she invited me to a fun evening with her friends. We were maybe a dozen, chatting, partying, having fun, and soon, most of them left or were too drunk to stay awake, leaving only me, Annabeth, and Mel who didn’t drink (Anna for obvious reason).

Speaking of obvious, Anna came back to us in a short bikini, clearly dating from before getting pregnant. Her belly was coming out so large in front of her, and her breasts were barely contained by her bra. She told us to get into our swimwear and to join her in the pool, turning around to go outside, my eyes fixed on her perfect ass and rolling hips. Mel gave me an amused look, before taking off her clothes, leaving herself in her bra and panties, before jumping in the water. A bit more self-conscious, but not wanting to miss this opportunity, I got into my underwear too and got into the pool.

There, we chatted and swam for most of the night. I hoped my erection wasn’t too apparent, but the girls’ cheeky look and shared laughs told me it probably wasn’t. I decided to follow Anna’s lack of shame, and simply took off my swimsuit, leaving myself naked. Anna whistled and winked and didn’t make a joke about it. She really was the best girl ever.

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People were following Anna’s growth and development, and she wasn’t shy with telling everyone about her progress, which meant everyone knew she had been overdue for a week at the point of our last biology session.

“Great news everyone!” exclaimed miss Berkeley as she stood in front of us, a large couch covered with soft covers between us and her. “This year, for our final project, you will assist to a live birth and then write an essay about what the experience. For this, we are very lucky to have Annabeth with us, who graciously offered her birth as a class project.”

Anna smiled and waddled to the front of the room while everyone looked at her. She finally let out a sigh and groan, probably having held them all day at this point. She turned toward Mel and me.

“Will you help send me into actual labor, and then birth my baby?” She asked in her sweet tone as a contraction took her, gripping onto the desk.

We didn’t answer, but I looked at Mel, and we were in harmony. We joined her in front of everyone and started kissing her. Mel and she exchanged a deep and passionate kiss, while I was caressing her big overdue belly. My cock was already making a bulge in my pants, but I wanted to focus on Anna for now. I freed Anna’s breasts from her tank top and placed my lips around her nipple, while Mel took the other. Anna had already started lactating, as she had showed us before, but drinking her milk was ten times better then I could have imagined. Annabeth was moaning and panting, caressing my hair and pulling us closer.

She sat on the desk and spread her legs, revealing her lack of panties. Her pussy lips, wet and puffy, were already soaked with her pleasure. “Lick me, please….” She almost whispered, as she threw her head back to endure another contraction.

I smiled and obliged, my tongue gently sliding between her folds as she moaned, before exchanging a steamy kiss with Mel. They were clearly both liking it, since they took off their clothes and started to caress their breasts, rubbing their nipples between kisses.

While that was happening, I was licking Anna’s lips and circling her clit with my fingers. I could feel her shake from pleasure, but also the pressure and pain building inside of her. My cock was throbbing in my pants, and I just wanted to fuck her and feel her water breaks all over me.

Anna placed her legs over my shoulders and pulled me closer. Mel was gently pulling on her nipples, milk leaking out like faucets over Anna’s contracting belly.

“Ah… Ah… God please… please fuck me… both of you… Ah… make me cum!” Anna panted, jerking her hips to find my mouth.

I placed the tip of my cock between her pussy lips while Mel sat over her face, her hands fondling Anna’s heavy milk-filled breasts. We exchanged a look, and I slid all the way inside in one stroke, sharing a moan with the girls. My first time having sex, with the sexiest girl, actively in labor! I started to move in and out, while Mel and Anna were teasing and touching each other like there was no tomorrow. I could feel Annas contractions as I fucked her, her birth canal pulsing around me as she was slowly dilating, her cervix opening to let her give birth.

Anna was moaning, grunting, and panting, not caring about our classmates watching her at her most vulnerable which, in my mind, was also at her peak of beauty and sensuality.

“You’re so bea… fuck… beautiful Anna!” I groan, before jerking my hips forward again, grinding against her clit, both of us seeking our pleasure.

“…Gonna cum… gonna cum…” she whispered back as both Mel and I caress her large pregnant belly, covered by a sheen of sweat and milk.

“Cum for us darling, let that pregnant pussy of yours gush for all to see…” Mel moaned in Anna’s ear, loud enough for me to understand. Those words were enough to push us all over the edge, cumming and screaming our respective orgasm. Mel grabbed onto Anna’s tits and tried to close her legs, shaking from head to toe, while I was emptying the biggest load of my life deep in our pregnant friend’s pussy, my body jerking on its own, seemingly trying to impregnate the girl actively giving birth. As for Annabeth, she was screaming her heart out, not caring about volume, her cries of pain, discomfort, and sheer pleasure mixing together as her water broke like a floodgate, drenching me in squirt and amniotic fluid.

“Oh god… oh god… my water broke… did my water really break?” She asked, still a bit out of breath, trying to look at me over her pregnant belly, Mel having jumped off her face.

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow with humor, my waist and torso still wet, cock softening slowly, but staying aloft for now.

“Yeah, I think your water broke. Do you need to change position?”

“Maybe… I’ll try standing UPPP!” She shouted, her legs wanting to give out, but Mel and I were quick enough to grab her arms. Anna dropped to a squat, her slit starting to bulge out and part.

“I feel like pushing… fuck! Fuck I need to push!” She shouted, her belly hardening as a contraction wracked her body. Her face scrunched up and she pushed, her lips moving further and further apart under the amazed looks of me and the rest of the class. With me not actively fucking Anna, I was able to split my focus and look at my classmates. Those that weren’t fucking each other or touching themselves were among the minority. The room was filled with shed clothes and moans of pleasure. Anna’s moaning brought me back to the present as she squatted lower, the head peaking out of her pussy. Her nipples were still leaking, ready to feed her baby, but Mel latched onto one of them, while I took the other into my mouth. We drank her sweet-tasting milk as she pushed her baby out, the head now crowning between her legs.

“Fuck it feels good! Keep going… keep going I’m gonna… cuuuuuuuum!” Anna groaned as she squirted the head out, a gush of fluid following her baby making its appearance into the world.

“You’re so hot mama, you’re doing so good. Almost there, ok?” Mel whispered while stroking the future mother’s hair and kissing her neck.

Anna almost purred at the touch, and wrapped her arms around me, squatting low, forcing me down with her. My arms were massaging her hips and offering counterpressure, her belly moving against me.

“Need to push… need to push… need to push…” She was repeating, almost in a trance. Even with her body covered in sweat and her hair sticking to her face, she was the most beautiful women I’d ever seen.

“Do it love, push your baby out. We all believe in you. I know you can.” I told her, kissing her neck and shoulder, before she pressed her lips against mine.

We kissed for what felt like an eternity, before she moaned louder into my mouth, her body shook again, and she finally gave birth into my waiting hands, who started to cry. Mel supported and helped Anna sit down, and I gave her the baby she pushed out with so much effort and grace. She started to nurse, exhausted, but beaming. Motherhood suited her so well.

Miss Bekerley, trying to readjust her skirt, soaked through with her juices, cleared her throat.

“Good job Anna, and congratulations on your bundle of joy! That was… quite a presentation. How will you call her?”

She turned to look at Mel and I, smiling softly, before turning to our newborn daughter.

“Like you said… Joy.”

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Might be one of the hottest births I've ever seen.

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Mpreg Brothel

Hello! This is my third time submitting a story so I figured it's time I share a name for myself. You can call me Salty. I'm the author of "The Heir" as well as "The Stable Boy". I also have a blog under the name of Swollenpregnantbellies. 

Anywho, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! 

Fill for request:

Mpreg brothel. Imagine you're a client visiting the brothel for the first time. Dozens of men in various stages of pregnancy are there for you and others to enjoy. You take a particular liking to the newbie: eighteen, shy, naive, and freshly pregnant with his first. You visit over and over again to view his progress. He's embarrassed by your attention, but does not refuse, letting you touch and fuck him. You pay premium to be there for his first, extremely difficult labor, which the brothel is sure to make a show of for you.

The Brooding Fox.

A high end brothel with a very special set of workers for special clientele. It was named that way not because it was dark or dour, no. It got it's name because of what happens to the prostitutes. Named as such because the male prostitutes are fertile and bred quite well. Every single one of them are required to get pregnant within the first few weeks of starting, else they are fired. At least, that was the word on the street.

The first time you went to the Brooding Fox you weren't certain what to expect. However, you were pleasantly surprised by what you found.

A friend had brought you the first time and it was quite the experience. The instant you walked past the threshold you were met with the beautiful sight of dozens of young men all in varying stages of pregnancy. Some had small bellies in their earlier months while others had ripe bellies, rounded and taught. Then there were the ones who looked like they could pop at any minute.

You were shown around and told about the different workers, their prices, and what they offered. The first time you found yourself spending time with a young man around five months pregnant. His belly was wonderful to caress and feel the growing roundness of it.

You discovered very quickly how much you liked feeling his belly as you entered him. It was incredible how hard just looking at all of their swollen bellies made you.

After the first night you went back for more at least once a week, sometimes more than that.

You couldn't get enough of rubbing their growing tummies, feeling the babies squirm around inside their wombs and fucking them until both of you collapsed bonelessly into the bedding. You thought it couldn't get any better than that.

Until one day, it did.

You were about to request one of your regulars when you saw him: a young man, no older than eighteen, sitting off in the corner by himself. At first you thought he might be a client, until the head mistress spoke to him and he very timidly went to attend to an actual client.

That was when you made the connection: he was fresh.

You inquired with the head mistress about him and was told that he was, in fact, eighteen years old and pregnant off the streets. He had just been hired.

You could barely keep your erection in your pants as you watched him from across the open room. He was petite, lithe; practically skin and bones, with a bit of meat on them. You could already imagine his belly outgrowing him within just the first few months. He would be nothing but belly around month four, you wagered.

About half and hour later you found yourself alone in one of the room with the young man. Whilst he still had his clothes on there wasn't a noticeable bump just yet, but that would soon change. You decide to strike up a conversation with the young man.

"So, you're new?" You ask.

He nods wordlessly.

"Is today your first day?"

He shakes his head. "Yesterday was." His voice is meek and has a lovely tenor pitch to it. You think it will sound angelic when he moans.

"And you've already been bred, I hear?"

He looks up, surprised as his face turns red. "Oh. I--um. I'm not sure."

"Oh?" You say.

He doesn't offer a reply.

"Well, isn't it required to be pregnant within the first few weeks of working here or else you get kicked out?" You prompt.

He nods, again giving no verbal answer.

"Well then, how about we make sure that you're nice a bred, shall we? We wouldn't want you getting thrown back out onto the streets now would we?"

"I--um--well," He stammered adorably.

"Excellent," You purr, scooting closer to the boy. You've already snuck your hand underneath his shirt and have begun inching it up his torso. His skin is wonderfully supple and creamy, perfect for bearing a brood.

If he wasn't pregnant already you were definitely going to make certain he was after tonight.

He made no protest when his shirt was taken off, nor when his pants and undergarments were undone and cast aside. He now stood before you in naked glory, showing you everything he had and it was stunning.

His skin was immaculate and his little cock was so cute you couldn't help but oogle it for a few moments. However, what caught your eye was not his lovely neck or chest, but in fact the little belly that just barely jutted out. It wasn't much but if one was looking for it, which you were, it was obvious: he had been bred and from the looks of it quite well.

He couldn't have been more than a few months along, but it was enough that his belly was bloated and at the stage right before becoming rounded. You could hardly contain your erection. So you didn't.

Your cock rose excitedly and sprung forth the instant you freed it from your own pants. You stepped towards the boy and instantly felt all over his body, but specifically his little belly. You savored the feeling because you knew it wouldn't be little for much longer.

"Now, where were we?"

You caressed every part of him and loved how he melted under you touch. Especially how he would let out the tiniest little sounds when you touched his lower tummy. Oh how you ate that up and knew it would only get better as his belly grew.

"Now, you said you're not sure if you got knocked up before coming here?" You asked, rubbing his lower belly again.

He managed a breathless nod.

You were both still upright, something that you wanted to amend soon. "Is that so? Would you like to make sure then?" You murmur in his ear.

He lets out a quiet whimper but nods his head once more.

You don't waste another second. You slide a finger inside his hole. It goes in rather easily and so you add in another.

He gasps in delight as you move your fingers deftly inside of him. His wetness becomes quite evident, as does his enjoyment of what you're doing because his little cock rises to the occasion, leaking just a bit of precum.

Your cock has already been weeping for the last several minutes, but you've held off because you want to save it for him.

You insert a third finger and he is practically bouncing on your hand, gyrating his hips to stimulate more movement.

"My my. Eager aren't we?"

Breaths start to quicken and you can't wait any longer. You pull your fingers out and in the same motion replace them with your cock. He takes you so beautifully and the sound he makes when you do it nothing short of angelic, just as you'd hoped.

You start thrusting with vigor, holding him in place with one hand across his chest and the other placed low on his belly. You can feel your length going deep inside, pushing into his entrance and kissing his cervix. It isn't long before you are both a panting mess, nearing completion. As warmth builds inside you, your thrusts become desperate. You chase that ecstasy and by the gods you finally catch it.

You both cum with heavy moans and you unload every last drop of your seed inside his fertile womb. He slumps against you, enervated from your coupling. You are still holding his little belly as you let the last bit of cum empty inside him. You imagine that it is enough to make his belly more bloated than it already is.

"Now there's no possible way you aren't pregnant now, boy, is there?"

He shakes his head in embarrassment.

You look forward to your weekly visit even more now. So much so that your weekly visits turn into nearly every other day visits.

Weeks of going to the Brooding Fox go by and every night you find yourself spending it with the newcomer. You absolutely relish watching his little tummy swell with life, becoming rounder with each passing week. You love how embarrassed he is by his condition. How much his belly is growing and how large it seems for being only four months pregnant.

He isn't wrong, though. He is only four months along but looks closer to six. You suspect that whomever bred his fertile womb did such a good job that they put at least two babies in his belly. And you couldn't wait to see how big he would get.

The next night you see him he is nearly five months along and his belly has grown beautifully. It has become the most lovely swell you've ever laid eyes on. His hips have started to widen just enough that he'll be able to give birth naturally and his breasts have turned from barely there to nice, little buds on his chest.

When you he finally sits down beside you your hands immediately go to his belly, caressing and rubbing the swollen roundness. You focus your ministrations low, which elicit the most exquisite sounds from him.

"You like being touched like this don't you?" You croon, continuing to rub his firm swell. "You like knowing your womb has been bred so nicely and you're growing more with every day?"

He nods, already breathless and melting in your arms.

"You want me to fill your belly even more?" You ask.

This has become a recurring conversation between the two of you, usually at the beginning of your sessions. But without fail it does wonders for both of you and often leads to him being bent over and with your cock buried inside him, shooting ropes of cum into his already occupied, but very fertile womb.

Just before you finish, you lean in and whisper: "Once you push this one out I'll make sure your belly is filled with my babies next."

Without fail that phrase brings both of you to the edge. It's quite obvious that despite his embarrassment, the boy rather enjoys having his belly filled to the brim and swollen with babies.

"I'll make sure to put at least three babies in that tummy of yours when the time comes." You add after cumming buckets inside him. Just saying it is often enough to bring your member to full hardness and make the poor boy wet all over again.

Two more months of this pass and he is absolutely glowing. His belly has started to turn into a nice teardrop shape, hanging low on his small frame. His hips have only slightly widened in the past few weeks which only serves to accentuate his gravid, rounded middle. You love rubbing his belly even more now that it's so tight and swollen, yet somehow larger each time you see it. He seems to love it just as much, you caressing his overtaxed and growing tummy.

When he sits now his belly spills into his lap, covering nearly half of it. Your length grows hard thinking about how much larger he will get in the final weeks of his pregnancy.

As time grows near for the birth, you go to the head mistress with a request. You wanted to watch the birth and were willing to pay extra to see it. Naturally, she agreed, seeing no issue in this, especially if you were willing to pay an additional fee up front.

Then, soon enough, the time came.

It miraculously happened during one of your fuck sessions with him, pounding him from behind, holding his incredibly swollen belly and filling him entirely. However when you pulled out, there was a gush of fluid that came with you and a groan from the boy, who clutched at his poor tummy.

"I suppose it's time for the little ones to join the world." You smile with a dark grin as the boy's face scrunches in pain with a contraction.

Several hours pass with his belly tightening and his face contorting in agony as he prepares to push. You rub his overtaxed tummy in a soothing manner, speaking in soft tones to him.

"Don't worry, it'll all be over soon." You say, though secretly hoping it takes much longer. You don't want this to go too quickly. You wanted to savor every moment of this. After all, it would be at least a few weeks before you'd be able to pump him full of cum and breed that little belly of his again.

He cries out in pain, pushing with all his might many times over before one of the midwives announces the head is out. Once this happens you've been asked to move to the side, which you oblige. At this point your cock is at near full mast in your trousers and needs attention immediately.

As the boy bears down with another contraction, you reach inside and begin stroking your length slowly, not wanting to cum too quickly. However this proves difficult at you watch his belly tighten again, the skin rippling across as he pushes hard one last time and the room is suddenly filled with a shrill cry of new lungs.

"It's a boy." The midwife says. "We will clean him off while you rest. There is still another in there!" She says with urgency.

"Wait...another?" The exhausted you man says with defeat. You spurt cum in your pants hearing that your theory was right. He really was meant to be bred if he was having twins on the first go.

"Yes, another. Be ready to push again soon."

As the boy slumps bonelessly against the cushion, your cock is already twitching, eager for the next babe to be pushed out.

Before long the young man is breathlessly pushing, his entrance straining against the babe's head.

"I think--" He pants. "I think it's stuck!"

"I know, I know. But you must keep pushing!" The midwife urges. Your length is hard as a rock in your hand again and you stroke it excitedly, hearing that the second baby seems to be larger than the first. It wasn't surprising given how round his belly had been since the beginning.

"That's it, keep pushing! Another!"

He screamed, echoing down the corridors and into the night air. With one last push the head popped out, leaving him enervated on the floor.

"I need to change positions." He says breathlessly, before shifting to his hands and knees.

You could hardly believe your eyes and neither could your cock. He was now bent into the position in which you consistently fucked him raw. It was almost too good to be true, yet there he was; pushing out a second baby like an animal in heat. Your cock leaked precum all over your hand, but you held out just a bit longer.

He grunted and groaned loudly as he bore down again, pushing with all his strength. You pumped up and down your shaft, grunting and groaning in your own way, just much more quietly. His belly tightened and he screamed, then suddenly the second baby was out and you were cumming for the second time in almost as many minutes.

"It's a girl!" Said the midwife, before taking the baby away to be cleaned.

You relax against the wall, watching as your favorite conquest collapses to the floor, entirely spent and practically asleep. You decide it is time to take your leave.

You clean yourself up and before stepping out you go over to the barely conscious young man and say just loud enough for only him to hear: "I'll be back in a few weeks to fill that belly of yours all over again. Don't worry. I'll make sure you're never out of a job while you're here."

He gives the barest of mumbled responses as you step away and disappear into the night.

Six weeks later, true to your word, you are pounding him from behind for the fifth time that night. His little belly round and filled to the brim with your seed. You just know it's already taking root in his fertile womb. It wouldn't be long before his tummy began to swell with young and this time, it would be you that claimed his womb.

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The Commune

Written by @pregnancyismykink :) Hope you enjoy!

“Morning Emma!”

Lou Anne, Paul’s adorable wife, calls from across the way. She’s standing in her garden naked but for her large sun hat, her sun kissed skin shining with a thin sheen of sweat in the early morning light. 

Emma waves back with a grin, balancing the basket on her hip as she bends over to harvest the egg plants that have thrived this year. 

Around her, the commune came to life, neighbors and friends alike coming out of their tents, greeting the morning with smiles and joy. Clothes were a non-issue in their commune, many walking around just as naked as the day they were born, and Emma was much the same. 

It felt freeing to walk around bare, her breasts able to bounce and sway as God intended, every inch of her skin graced by the light of the sun. Her long, brown hair brushed over her ass as she decided to forgo the braid today, for the breeze was quite nice, lazily making its way around the camp. 

She waved and greeted several other people, a few of them stopping by to admire her sizable crop this year and she couldn’t help but feel blessed. Her vegetables did marvelously well this season, and the chickens in the roost were providing ample eggs for the crowd. Lou Anne across the way was well known for her innate ability to grow any fruit, no matter the requirements. Emma often thought she was blessed with more than the Lord’s light, but she didn’t bring it to attention, much preferring to just enjoy the supple supply. 

Waverly and her husband Frankie stop by with a batch of their delicious freshly baked bread and Emma of course stops to admire Waverly’s swollen middle. This would be her third child, Waverly’s belly showing clear signs of well-use. 

“I added a touch of rosemary to today’s batch since I know you like it so much.”

Emma grins, taking the offered loaf and sniffing. “It smells amazing, Wavy. You’re awesome!”

Waverly blushes, tucking a stray hair behind her ear before turning to her husband. “We should stop at Lou Anne and Paul’s before we head to Sunny’s tent.” 

Emma watches Frankie nod, a quiet sort of man but a good one nonetheless. He didn’t talk much, but it was very clear he loved his wife. Nobody could deny it. Wavy smiles and waves goodbye before skipping the few yards to Lou Anne’s, Frankie following content behind her. 

Emma sighed, content and incredibly happy she found these people. Especially Sunny. 

She risked a glance over to the tent near the edge of the camp, comfy lawn chairs strewn out in front of it, fairy lights strung from pole to pole. The man in question steps out of the tent with a soft smile on his face, stretching his arms over his head. His hair, thick and wavy and always unruly brushed over his face with the breeze and he sighed, pulling it back into a messy bun. 

Emma blushed at his nakedness, the way he held himself so firmly. She would never admit it, but she knew he woke up hard every morning, his large cock always thick and heavy when he stepped out of his tent. Emma didn’t much care for the other men in the commune, but something about Sunny just made her feel warm all over, her body responding in ways she didn’t know it could. 

He looks over towards her and she looks away quickly, going back to gathering the veggies that were ready to be harvested. She didn’t look back again, not wanting to appear too needy. 

She picks the last tomato from the vine, leaving a few smaller, less red veggies on the vine and places it in the basket just as the bell tolls. 9 AM. 

People move a little quicker when the bell rings, the signal of Sunny’s commencement speech. It didn’t matter that he gave a speech every morning, everyone was required to show. Emma grinned and placed her basket down by the edge of her garden, deciding to come back for it later as she made her way to the center of the commune, where rows of pews had been set up. 

Wavy comes up next to her and giggles, grabbing Emma’s arm and heading for the front pews, where the women sat. Lou Anne sidled up next to Wavy, her older body still spry even at her age. Emma wanted to be as lively as her when she was older. 

Lisa and Ida showed up soon after, taking their respective seats on the pew behind Emma. They were quieter than most, but that didn’t stop them from being amazing healers. Ida knew every plant inside and out, along with all the ways she could use them to hurt or to heal. And Lisa knew far too many ways to concoct tonics that one might need. Emma herself had been to visit one winter when she suffered with a bout of the flu. 

Emma smiles in greeting and the women smile back, keeping to themselves. 

The front two pews typically consisted of the women in the camp. Emma being one of the younger, unclaimed ones, of course sat closer to the front. She was joined by Georgina, Harper, Uma, Grace, and Penny, who were all also unmatched. Lou Anne and the healers, as well as Waverly, sat one row back as they were already married. Kina, Opal and Tealy also sat near them. 

The men lined up in the pews just behind the married women, oldest to youngest, opposite of the women, and the children were to sit on the pews on either side of the women’s pews. For the younger children, like Kina and Opal’s infants, they were permitted to sit with their mother’s if keeping them quiet was not an option. 

Emma felt anticipation grow in her chest as she waited for Sunny to take to the makeshift stage, where he would enlighten them with his words so they could start their day blessed. She also couldn’t help the stirring of warmth between her legs at the thought of getting to see him up close. She looked forward to every morning for that exact reason. 

Quiet murmurs spread through the group and then a gentle hush falls as Sunny appears, tanned and perfect. His hair is already falling out of the tangled bun but he doesn’t seem to mind, brushing a lock behind his ear as he steps up onto the stage and stares at everyone. 

The sheer adoration they all felt for him could be physically felt, every person’s attention locked on him and him only, with the exception of the younger kids whose attention spans were still maturing. 

“Good morning. It is so incredibly lovely to see all of your smiling faces here this morning. The weather has turned out beautifully, hasn’t it?”

There’s a loud murmur of agreement and Sunny smiles again, his teeth glinting in the sunlight. Her thighs ache. 

“As you all well know, the harvest has been plentiful this year. Once again, we will have a bountiful winter.”

There is another echo of happiness through the crowd, men patting each other on the backs and women brushing shoulders of their neighbors. Sunny put his hands to his sides, his palms showing, and everyone quiets once more, surprisingly even the children. 

“I would also like to congratulate Tealy and Thurman on now expecting their first child. May you continue to grow our crop as well as our family.”

Emma beams at Tealy, clapping softly. Tealy blushes but seems incredibly happy. Even Thurman gets several good pats on the back from the men. 

Sunny continues, updating the commune on the new items, and then the bell tolls once more.

“May your crops be plentiful and your wombs never barren. We thank the Lord for all we have, and embrace his soul through our own. May we all rise in worship of our Lord and Savior.”

Emma stands to her feet, closing her eyes and turning to the sun, holding her hands out to her side. Everything was perfect, and the sun graced her naked skin with all her spiritual needs.

Sunny, satisfied with his people, dismisses everyone back to their chores. Emma bounces on the balls of her feet, ready to start the day but Sunny’s voice interrupts her.

“Emma, dearest. Would you mind coming to visit me in my tent? There are some things I should like to discuss with you.”

Murmurs whisper behind her but she doesn’t notice over the thumping in her chest. Sunny rarely, or if she’s being honest, never, invited people to his tent. They may congregate in front of it some nights, but this was different. He was inviting her inside. 

Sunny grins and turns towards his tent, disappearing inside and Emma stumbles after him, not seeing the crowd of people behind her whispering ear to ear. 

She braces herself before pushing past the tent flap and into the sizeable and cozy space. Pillows and blankets graced the floor in a large, comfortable looking bed, while a small stovetop warms the tent with its heat. Sunny is sitting on a pillow criss-cross, his hands resting on his knees and Emma feels her own knees grow weak at the sight. 

“Sit please. I would like to discuss something with you. Would you like tea?”

She would’ve liked to refuse, her nerves already short circuiting, but refusing an offering from Sunny would be seen as poor belief. 

“Yes please.”

She settles on the pillow on the edge of the bed, humming softly at how comfortable it really is. Everything is so warm and amazing. She’s lost in thought when a hand brushes her shoulder and she jumps, her eyes rushing to meet Sunny’s gorgeous green ones. 

“Your tea.”

“Oh, yes thank you!”

He chuckles and moves back to sit on his own pillow, eyeing her every move as she sips at the tea. The fruity, floral taste hits her tongue and explodes in her mouth, making her moan softly. 

“Do you like it?” he asks, his eyes roaming over her body.

Emma nods, placing the cup on the small table next to her. “Oh yes, it’s quite delicious. I should like to have some as well. Who makes it?”

Sunny smiles, his eyes knowing and gorgeous. 

“Ida has learned how to dry the leaves of the spring roses and lavender. She’s quite skilled at that.”

Emma makes a mental note to visit her later to ask for some tea for herself as it really is quite delicious. But Sunny distracts her once more. 

“But of course, we aren’t here to discuss tea. I have a proposition for you.”

Emma nods eagerly, desperate to do anything for her leader and crush. 

“As you know, I have yet to take a female to my own bed. I have been much too worried about keeping the commune happy and the people inside it well cared for.”

Emma knew that very well. It was quite the topic of discussion every year at the winter festival they held. 

“Well this year, I have decided to do some soul searching. Now that we are stable, and able to sustain ourselves and future generations, I would like to join in. Would like to create my own legacy.”

Emma sat enraptured, listening to his every word. 

“I have done some searching within myself, and within the commune, and I believe you would be the perfect woman to carry my seed into the future.”

Emma froze, her whole world collapsing down to this one, pivotal moment. It was everything she’d ever wished for, and more. So, so much more. 

“Of course, I expect you to bear several children. Seeing as you are a young and ripe 19, I foresee many successful heirs to my success here. Should you accept it, you will be mine and mine alone to help me carry on our legacy.”

Emma didn’t even know a world in which she would not accept. 

“Of course, I would love to be your wife. It would be the biggest blessing of my life.”

Sunny’s grin widens and he nods, clearly satisfied with Emma’s decision.

“Then it is set. We shall be married at the end of the week. Carry out your preparations and I will make my announcement in the morning.”

Emma nods, unable to contain the sheer elation exploding through her. Sunny’s wife. She would become his wife! 

“You shall be the perfect wife, I’m sure of it. I look forward to our coupling, Emma.”

His words wound through her chest, finding every crevice and every hidden inch inside of her only to explode in desire and pride at the praise she received. It almost didn’t seem real. 

“I will do everything in my power to provide you with a lineage you can be proud of.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will.”

**

By the end of the week, the word had already spread, of course kicked into action by Sunny’s words. Every member of the commune, young and old alike, came by her tent and garden, congratulating her on being the pick of the century. 

It still didn’t feel real but she was growing accustomed to the attention. Tealy and Georgina found her to discuss what she would like on the wedding table and Emma decided on a pig, for pork, while deemed unclean by many, was also plentiful and nutritious. They also discussed her flower selection and Emma chose lilacs for their delicate purple color, as well as their representation of hope and new love. She also chose peonies for their abundance in the commune as well as their representation of fertility. She truly hoped Sunny would be satisfied with her choices. 

By nightfall, a bonfire had been lit on the edge of camp, the pews moved around to encompass the sight. Children danced in intricate circles around the fire, their naked forms glowing in the orange light. 

Emma, adorned in a flower crown of her chosen flowers, steps before the fire, embracing the heat as a cleansing, a new start with a lover. 

Sunny’s warm hands embraced her soon, his fingers brushing over her hips and she swayed softly, the smell of incense strong. She knew what it was, knew what it was designed for, and knew it would only affect her and Sunny. 

“By the grace of the good Lord, I do take your hand in loving marriage, with the hopes of one day seeing you flourishing and spreading our seed around this camp.”

His words echoed through her ears, her body warming at the gentle touch and affirming words. His fingers moved up, embracing her breasts and massaging, making her melt back into his arms. 

“I too take your hand in marriage,” she manages to barely get out. “For creating your legacy and spreading the word of our Lord to our future. I give myself to you, body and soul. Mind and heart. Skin and bones.”

A slow, joyful song starts up in the crowd and Emma’s body ignites, the fire too hot, everything moving far too slow. Sunny’s face swims into view and Emma grins, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

The song swells and Sunny relents, pulling her legs up over his waist as he leads her to the spot behind the fire, set up with just a curtain to block the view. Nothing but grass and dirt meet her bare back as he lays her down, his hands gentle on her skin. 

“We give ourselves back to our Lord by doing this where Nature intended. The sweat you give out, the breath you release, will be carried to our Lord by the wind and fire, proving your love and desire as one of his disciples. After tonight, you and I will be one, for the rest of time, in soul and in heart.”

He leans in closer, his breath brushing over her lips, distracting and delicious. 

“I will consume your body the same way you will consume mine, and we will be inseparable. Do you accept?”

Emma could hardly breathe through the heat raging through her, her body aching to be filled and accepted. Her hips twitch at the feel of his cock ever so close, and she nods. 

“I accept you, body and soul. Mind and heart. Skin and bones.”

Sunny grins so beautifully she’s almost blinded, but soon she’s lost in the feeling of his lips on hers. He presses into her warmth, taking no time to bury himself inside her, giving her the piece of his soul he can never take back. 

She moans, the song growing even louder by the fire, sending her spiraling as her spirit surges with Sunny’s, her body convulsing at the sheer pleasure coursing through it. Sunny leans into it, his own body trembling with the need to release, and with only a few more thrusts, Emma and Sunny lose themselves in each other, the desire far too strong and the call of Nature loud. Heat swells inside of her, so fast and intense that she screams, every inch of her body singing with release and newly found connection. 

Sunny gasps and collapses on top of her, their souls now intertwined, the smoke of the fire dancing just above her, visions of happiness and joy swirling into view. Even without the help of the Lord, she knows she is fertile and the seed has taken. She will do what is required, and what is desired.

**

Their success is confirmed only a month later with the arrival of morning sickness. Ida so kindly prepares a morning tea that helps quell the nausea, and Waverly shares some of her homemade ginger root candies that helped her get through all of her pregnancies. 

She moved into Sunny’s tent the morning after their first coupling, and she isn’t ashamed to admit they’ve done it many times since. Nearly every morning she wakes with Sunny buried inside her, sharing his body and soul with her without hesitation. The feeling of his lips on her throat, on her shoulder, his warm hands on her stomach, she relishes in it. 

Lou Anne and Paul dropped off a basket full of apples and pears, their wedding gift to the newlyweds, and Emma would cut an apple every night and feed it to Sunny, providing him strength for his worship. 

The commune continued to thrive, growing in peace and happiness, the joy felt across the acreage. Emma blossomed into a young woman in front of everyone’s eyes. 

At her three month mark, Waverly’s new baby announced her arrival. Their first girl, and an adorably chubby, dark haired infant graced the commune. Emma was there for the birth, as were the other women of the camp, all in silent support as Waverly did what she knew best. 

The sight of Waverly’s legs spreading, of her lips parting as the baby pushed past, it nearly drove Emma crazy with desire, to one day be doing the same. To provide Sunny with an heir, and then many more to follow.

**

As she grew, so did her appetite. And her sex drive. Sunny was blessedly able to keep up as she rode him until exhaustion every night, her body calling for his in many ways. Their baby clearly wanted to be closer to the father, to share his body and soul as well. 

Her body thickened over time as well. While she’d been young and supple when she first arrived, she now looked the image of fertile. Her hips grew wider and her breasts filled out, sitting heavy on her chest now. Her nipples had darkened as well, growing thicker and far more enticing for Sunny who enjoyed suckling at them at night. 

She enjoyed their nights together, cuddled up together in the mass of blankets and pillows that covered his tent floor, and she more often than not fell asleep to the feeling of Sunny’s cum seeping from between her legs. 

She was glowing, and everyone noted it. Even Georgina, who’d been unclaimed since arriving 2 years prior, spoke high praise for Emma’s body and how well she wore her praise. Emma couldn’t be happier here.

**

Around her 8th month, it was Tealy’s turn to birth her first child. Tealy labored in the large tent on the edge of the camp, surrounded by every woman, all of them gathered to celebrate the blessing of a new child. 

Tealy struggled, her screams echoing around the camp as she labored, and Emma’s heart ached for her as the child’s bum came out first. Wavy wrapped a hand around Emma’s waist, laying her head on Emma’s shoulder, and Emma reached over to Lou Anne, gripping her hand and sending quiet prayers up to their lord, praying for a safe arrival. 

Ida patted Tealy’s brow with a rag, wiping the sweat gathering there, and then Tealy was screaming again, her poor body struggling to provide safe passage for her little one. It ached to see her struggle so much, and a sense of melancholy fell over the camp. Not many struggled here, but they would love her all the same. 

At the end of a rough push, Tealy gasped and sobbed, her head falling back against Lisa’s shoulder.

“I can’t do it,” she sobbed, her hands clasped tight around the offered hands. Ida and many others shushed her, everyone scooting closer to rest a hand on the poor woman’s body, muttering prayers under their breaths. 

“The lord provided you with a miracle, and a test. You must pass this test, and prove you were meant to be a mother. Prove you are strong enough to follow his teachings.”

Tealy’s face grew red, her eyes bloodshot and watery, but she nodded. She was determined, and so was Emma, to see her through this. 

Ida whispered instructions, as Tealy’s screams once again filled the packed tent, and soon the wide hips of her baby were hanging between her legs, her thighs trembling and bloody. Emma grew enraptured by the sight, truly impressed by the sight of the baby fighting just as hard as the mother to do what she must. 

“It’s a little boy,” Ida said, congratulating Tealy as she cried. Tealy, enlightened and renewed with energy at the news, spread her legs a little wider, and did as God had always intended. 

She pushed. She labored. She screamed. And soon there was a screaming, red faced baby boy being pressed into her waiting arms, his tiny body a miracle. They rejoiced together, all of the women crowding in closer to pray over the new arrival as he suckled onto Tealy’s nipple. Their family had grown this night, and Emma couldn’t wait for her turn.

**

At the arrival of her own due date, Emma had grown used to staying close to their tent most days. Sunny doted on her, his hands always finding a way to caress her belly or her breast, his lips always covering her in kisses. She truly enjoyed the attention. 

Her belly had grown massive over the last several months, and she massaged it as she watched Sunny get out of bed, his cock still hard despite having gone 3 times in the past hour. 

Her thighs ached from the frequent coupling, but the soreness also felt so good. 

“One more time? Please?” 

She looked up at her husband, his hair unruly on his head and his cock twitching between his legs as he beheld her. His green eyes sparked and she knew she had him. 

He smiled and knelt between her legs, disappearing behind her heavy belly and before she could speak he was there, his tongue circling her clit like a thirsty man. Her thighs tightened around his head and he groaned, his tongue growing in speed as it flicked over the little nub, his fingers pressing inside her as well. 

His cum and her slick made it easy to put 4 fingers inside, her vagina red and aching from so much use, but as he sucked at her clit, she massaged her breasts, marveling at the milk leaking from them in rivulets. 

It leaked and dripped over the rounded top of her belly and she cried out as Sunny’s fingers twitched, pressing deeper and driving her over the edge. He continued to eat her out like a man who’d been starving for years, until she was delirious with the pleasure. He fucked into her one more time, his thick and heavy cock filling her so nicely, and as she felt his cum leaking into her once more, she grinned. This was her life. 

Sunny left her there, leaking and exhausted, and yet Emma couldn’t wait for him to come back and do it all again.

**

A week overdue, Emma had grown used to her large belly making it hard to walk. Lou Anne measured her one day and noted that she was nearly 3 times the size Tealy and Waverly had been, and while the thought made her happy, it also concerned her. Was she carrying a large baby? Would she have a difficult time pushing?

Sunny helped her out of bed, steadying her as she wavered, the heaviness of her middle cumbersome. 

The bell tolling outside told her exactly what time it was. 

“Come on, my love. It’s time for morning commencement.”

Emma nodded and wrapped a hand under her belly as she followed Sunny out of the tent, at a much slower pace than he. 

She only made it about halfway across the camp yard before she felt something wet leaking between her legs. At first she thought it was leftover cum from the copious amounts Sunny pumped into her, but as she continued to walk further, she could feel a cramp starting in her lower back. 

It was nothing crazy and not nearly often enough to even notice, so she sat through the commencement speech, staring at her husband with love and lust. 

By the time he was done and they had their morning prayer, she felt better. She just wanted to walk around the commune and Sunny dismissed her with a kiss, his hand caressing her ass as she turned away. 

She stopped by Lou Anne’s first, wanting to chat with the other woman since she hadn’t seen her in a while. Her fruit crop continued to grow despite the winter creeping closer, and Emma left her tent with an apple pie in each hand. One for her and one for Waverly, who was once more pregnant. She wasted no time. 

By midday, she couldn’t ignore the cramps anymore. They seized her lower back and sent spikes of pain up her back and down her thighs, making her slow her pace, her hand resting on her lower back. 

“Ease up, little one,” she muttered softly, rubbing her other hand over her middle, hoping to quell the eager child. But soon she could no longer handle it. 

Every few steps would lead to another cramp, and by the time she made it to Ida’s, the desire to push was nearly incapacitating her. 

“Oh Emma, it’s time,” Ida cried joyfully, turning to ring the bell to announce it to the camp. 

Cries of joy and cheers were heard all around the camp and as Ida helped Emma settle down in the middle of the tent, her friends and family pushed through the tent flaps, surrounding her much like they had done for Tealy and Waverly. 

Emma relished in having so many close friends and family, Lou Anne sitting just behind her and Waverly holding her hand. Someone started a fire in the corner of the tent, to warm the chilled room, and then they all chatted and conversed, patient with Emma as she worked through the contractions.

Delivery was a blessed thing in the commune, and many celebrated the joyous occasion, but with Emma it was different. More intense. She was giving birth to their leader’s heir, to his seed that would soon carry on his teachings. The excitement was nearly palpable. 

Sunny stopped by only once, before being shooed from the tent. The men tended to stay out during such vulnerable moments as the women wanted to share it among themselves. 

Emma shifted slightly as another contraction spread across her back, her stomach tightening visibly. “It’s time,” she gasped, needing to push.

Ida nodded and many of the women quieted, gathering closer to share in this burden as Emma started to push. 

Emma groaned, holding the hands offered to her as she tucked her chin, pulling her legs up under her and letting her body work. It hurt, much more than she’d expected. But for the pain it also felt amazing, rewarding. Despite the heavy bowling ball of her baby’s head falling through her hips and pressing tight against her vagina lips, she hummed and breathed through the pain, not letting it get to her. 

Ida helped her shift into a squat, and kept a gentle hand between Emma’s legs as she pushed, feeling the head spreading her open. The burn ached through her, spreading her open so very slowly.

She took a break and breathed deep, her hair falling across her face as Ida wiped the sweat from her brow. With the next contraction, she pushed again, scrunching her face up as the burn grew wider and spread between her legs. 

“You’re doing great, love. You have a beautiful little tear drop forming.”

Emma hummed, determined not to scream, bouncing slightly on her toes as she waited for the next cramp. And it came soon enough.

She groaned, her thighs shaking as she pushed, feeling it spread a little wider with every push. It felt like she was being torn open at the seams, nothing like how it felt to have Sunny inside her, but she knew this pain was special. It marked the beginning of her womanhood, and would show her strength and fertility to her husband.

“That’s it Emma, just like that.”

Ida didn’t interfere, let Emma do what she needed to do, but her presence helped astronomically. 

“Oh perfect, I see some hair Emma! Look at how well you’re spreading!”

There are whispers around the tent, praising Emma’s ability to spread so wide, and she suddenly wished she could watch it. 

“Can I see?” she gasped out at the end of a push, wanting to watch herself give birth. 

The women nod and pass over a mirror, holding it in front of Emma. 

Emma is shocked to find her vagina stretched into a rather large teardrop, the head so large. Dark hair peeks through, blood and amniotic fluid dripping off the baby’s head. Lou Anne helps her adjust so she’s leaning back, legs spread as she pushes again.

She watches enraptured as her vagina lips spread with the push, revealing a little more of her perfect child. With renewed vigor, she takes a few more deep breaths and pushes again, tucking her chin and holding her breath as she struggles to pass the large baby. 

It takes hours. What little progress she made had seemed impressive at first, but now she felt scared. Like she wouldn’t be able to handle it. 

She pushed again and again and again until finally her vagina had spread into a full circle, the head finally staying where it was. It hurt, but she still continued to breathe and hum through the pain, her legs trembling but strong. 

The moon is high in the sky and casting a beautiful white glow over the door of the tent when the head finally crowns, falling out of her in only a few more pushes. Her hips jerk with the feeling, a splash of fluids falling out of her.

Everyone rejoices and she wants to join but the pain is so intense. 

“The shoulders are the hardest part,” Waverly says, backed up by several of the other women. 

Emma nodded and pressed her chin to her chest, determined once more. 

With every push, she felt the baby stretching her more and more, and on one particularly hard push, she felt immense relief as the baby slid out of her, leaving her gasping. 

“It’s a boy!” Ida cried, everyone’s eyes watery as the baby let out loud cries. 

Emma sobbed as the large baby was passed into her arms, his hair filthy and his body red from the struggle, but he was perfect. So incredibly perfect. 

“From here on, you will be known as Moonlight. The first of many to come,” she said, her own little blessing to her firstborn. The women cried and moved in closer, pressing fingers to the newborn and crossing their fingers over their chests, blessing the infant. 

Emma was tired and sore, but already she was excited for when she would get to do it again.

**

Moonlight’s christening ceremony came a week after his birth. Sunny cried when he laid eyes on the infant the first time, the boy’s little cries pulling at the heartstrings of the whole camp. 

Dried lilacs and peonies were crushed up and added to the water as Sunny dipped his little head, reciting the lord’s blessing over the child as the rest of the commune raised their hands to the sky, calling for a life of ease. Emma stood at Sunny’s side, her body changed forever. 

Moonlight struggled in Sunny’s arms but didn’t cry, and soon he was placed back on Emma’s chest, where he suckled to his heart’s content. He had already grown well past the size of the other infants, clearly larger and well cared for. 

Emma and Sunny were already planning for child number 2.

**

The sun shone bright through the trees and Emma grinned as Moonlight and Lilac raced through the falling autumn leaves. Her twins June and Ivory were both attached to her chest, nursing for the third time that day, while her third child Ruby crawled around at her feet. Five kids in 4 years was a lot but she didn’t regret it one bit. 

Moonlight grew to look more and more like Sunny with every passing day and Lilac, born only 10 months after Moonlight, was turning out to look just like her mother. Ruby had just turned 2 a few weeks ago, and June and Ivory were approaching their first birthdays. 

She was close to term with another one as well, Sunny’s virulence clear and amazing. She watched as he approached, his beard having grown longer over the years, his hair still just as unruly, and his face just as beautiful. 

“How are my loves doing?”

June, hearing her father approach, pops off of Emma’s nipple and reaches for him. Emma watches as he lifts her into his arms and spins her around, pressing raspberries all over her bare belly as she giggles. The kids move closer, gathering around their father, all vying for his praise and attention, and Emma can’t help but imagine what life will be like in a few more years, when even more kids grace the camp. The lord has been so generous, yet she still prayed for more generosity, wanting to provide as many children as possible.

**

Emma cries as she stretches around the head of her 10th child. It had only been 8 years since Moonlight’s birth, but the Lord continued to provide her a fertile womb. Not long after Peonie’s birth, she was pregnant again. And just a month after Zephyr was born, she was pregnant all over again. 

Now, with the Lord’s guidance and clear blessing, she was pushing out the head of her third child, triplets. Exhausted didn’t even begin to cover how she felt, but her soul felt full. Stretch marks littered her belly, evidence of her fertility and happiness, and as she pushed once more, she rejoiced at the sound of yet another healthy young baby being born into the world. 

Ida places the young boy in her arms, along with the other 2 boys, and Emma cries. They’re so perfect, even if they are a little small.

Sunny cries after every birth, the shock and surprise and just sheer adoration he has for his children so clear in his face. He helps so much too, even as Emma struggles to feed them all throughout the day. 

With the arrival of the triplets, she has to enlist the help of Waverly, who just had her 7th child, and Tealy, who just had her 4th child. They helped her breastfeed the older ones as she handled the babies, wanting them used to her first. 

Moonlight turned 8 on the night of the winter solstice, and the camp rejoiced and celebrated with a bonfire and a banquet, and though Emma was exhausted from taking care of the triplets, she made sure to take the time to congratulate her firstborn boy on his 8 successful years of life. 

Snaggle toothed and scrappy haired, Moonlight was still a born leader. He followed his dad everywhere, helped with the younger kids, played with them when Emma couldn’t, and took care of the people around the camp with a brilliance Emma had only ever seen in Sunny. He was unmistakable as Sunny’s child. 

Her own birthday approached soon after, and she celebrated 27 beautiful and happy years with her children and family by her side. The triplets grew older, filling out more and more as the milk took effect, and soon she was once again laying in bed, looking up at her husband and the father of her 10 kids, wanting it all over again. 

And Sunny, of course, was happy to please. He settled between her legs, kissing her happily as if his feelings hadn’t changed in over 8 years. As he pushed himself inside her, taking his time to make love to his wife and the mother of all of his children, she felt her soul growing even more. She knew without a doubt that she would soon be pregnant again, and her brood would continue to grow for as long as they both could.

End.

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