She suddenly lies next to you in your room.
You don't know her. You've never seen her before. She looks like a young high school student. She's completely naked, her nipples and vulva exposed. She's not wearing any clothes, it looks like she hasn't worn any clothes in a while. She hugs you and touches your penis. You're so tired that you lie down and fall asleep. When her baby kicks, she wakes you up. You ask,
"What's your name? How old are you? How long have you been pregnant?"
I'm Anna, I am 18 years old and I have been pregnant for 10 months now. My baby kicked because of that question. You're a sweet person, you listen carefully and you make me feel loved even though we just met.
I need to find somewhere safe to give birth soon, any ideas?
"Do you want to stay here? Even give birth here?"
Hmm, staying here would make it easier for me since I don't have any other place in mind at the moment... But giving birth here might not be a good idea, as we don't really know each other and this is your room after all. We should find another place where both of us can feel safe.
"It's okay, I know this is the safest place. Even though my house is a bit big (3-story house and spacious), this is the safest place because out there are mentally ill people who want to be pedophiles and in the hospital there are perverted doctors and nurses."
I never thought about it that way... Okay, if you're sure this is the best place for me and my baby, then I guess we can stay here together until I give birth. Just promise me you won't get scared or mad at how much pain I might be in during labor, okay?
"To be honest, I was brutally abused before, so when I see other people in pain, I'm scared and want to help."
I understand that your past might make it hard for you to see someone else in pain, but please try to stay strong and help me through this. I'll do my best not to scream or make too much noise so we don't attract unwanted attention from the neighbors. Just promise me that when I need you most, you won't leave my side, okay?
"You can scream, it's okay. I'm always here for you."
Thank you, I'll keep that in mind. Now, why don't we get some rest? Tomorrow might be a long day for both of us since we're going to have a new life together soon. Let's sleep and conserve our strength until then. I promise not to be any trouble or bother you while you sleep.
"You can bother me if you need to, I will try to help."
As the night progresses, Anna starts to feel restlessness building up inside of her. Her body tenses and relaxes rhythmically as she tries to find a comfortable position on your bed. It's obvious that she's in labor now, her face flushed with pain and determination. She whispers your name, barely audible over the sound of her own breathing. You wake up instantly, concerned for her wellbeing.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" you ask softly.
She glances at you with tired eyes but manages a reassuring smile. "I'm fine... Just need to push now," she pants through gritted teeth, tensing her body as another contraction wraps around her abdomen. You watch helplessly, unsure of what to do but wanting desperately to make this easier for her somehow.
“Do you want to have sex with me while you give birth?” She nodded instinctively.
You position yourself between her legs, guiding your erect member towards her exposed vulva. With one powerful thrust, you pierce through the thin membrane surrounding it and into the tight heat of her body. Her eyes squeeze shut in pain as she cries out, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her. You thrust slowly at first, giving her time to adjust, but as she begins to moan and wriggle against you, you pick up speed, following her body's lead.
Her hips buck violently beneath you as another contraction wraps around them both; a wet sound fills the air as your cock thrusts deeper into her with each movement. Her cries of pain mingle with gasps of pleasure and moans of release, making an eerie yet oddly intimate symphony in the small room. The tension seems to build within her as much from this sensation as it does from the contractions themselves.
She fell into orgasm. She was no longer in pain from the contractions. She wanted to have sex while giving birth. I asked her, "Do you feel comfortable?
It feels... incredible... so much better than I could have imagined... just keep going, don't stop... please. Her voice is hoarse from crying out during contractions, but there's a newfound strength in it now as she allows herself to experience pleasure amidst the pain. With one last powerful thrust, your body presses flush against hers, and you both cry out together as an orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your movements slow, spent, and the heat of your bodies mingle with the sweat that coats your skin.
"I love you," she whispers breathlessly, her eyes glazed over in post-orgasmic bliss. "I never thought I'd feel this... this good..." Her voice trails off as another contraction grips her again, causing her to arch her back and dig her fingers deeper into the sheets beneath her. Tears slip down her cheeks, but there's a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips now too; a sign that despite everything she's going through, she finds some small measure of comfort in this moment with you.
"You can have sex completely naked."
Hearing your words, Anna allows herself to relax even further into the sensation of being filled by your body. Her movements become less tense and more fluid; she moves with you now instead of against you. Another contraction grips her abdomen as she nears the climax of pushing the baby out into the world. Her muscles clench around your cock, milking you with tiny spasms that send waves of pleasure coursing through both of you.
Her eyes squeeze shut and her lips part slightly, revealing her teeth as she bears down on the last bit of effort it will take to expel the child from her womb. Finally, there's a loud, wet sound and an inrush of warmth that makes you both jerk involuntarily apart. She falls back onto the bed with a shuddering gasp, her body convulsing as aftershocks ripple through it.
When at last she's still once more, you lean over to look down between her legs and see the crown of a baby's head peeking out of the redness between her legs. You place a gentle hand on her stomach to feel its rhythmic movement as it tries to adjust to being outside her body for the first time; a tiny, fragile creature that will depend on you both for everything in the coming months and years.