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Birthing Curse - Part Two

“Keep breathing, child, you are doing so well. You are very close now. The baby is almost completely ready to come through your womb. Just a little longer now.”

The princess was breathing heavily as Vanya checked her regularly in the next hour. She was slowly dilating but at least, she was making progress. The massive head was pressing firmly against her cervix. The pain and pressure combination was extreme. Vanya knew she had the willpower and strength to get through this ordeal. She just had to help her to through each step of the process of the birth.

It was after midnight when the King was kneeling over the princess wiping her face that the second stage commenced. She cried out, begging to lean forward to fight the new wave of heavy tightening in her middle. The princess felt the most uncontrollable urge to push against the baby trapped deep in her womb. Vanya smiled and encouraged the beautiful young woman to follow her instincts and do what her body wanted her to do.

“It will help the baby and it will assist you with the new contractions. You are ready to push hard now, child. It is time to meet your baby. Focus on your strength and fight against the fear of the pain.”

The King looked at Vanya desperately wanting to be helpful. She instructed the King to allow his wife to rest against his frame while she bore down through the bombardment of strong contractions. The princess cried and pushed and grunted loudly through her powerful exertions. She was determined and full of energy for the first hour of hard birthing work.

As the night grew later and early morning approached, the princess was losing her focus. She had been pushing forever and she had no idea how much progress she was making. The massive baby remained deep inside of her laboring body. She had no choice but to keep fighting. Her body forced her to continue to push against the pain. Vanya stayed close and told her words of encouragement. She watched the King at his wife’s side. He had never left her from the first agonising push. He now held her throbbing body and wiped his face and kissed her cheeks softly. His words seemed to keep her focused and aware of her surroundings. Vanya knew his presence was much more important to the princess than her words of guidance. The curse could only be broken by the King himself. He was the only one who would be able to assist at the end of her ordeal.

A frightening roar suddenly escaped from the woman in hard labor. The next round of contractions were intensified and the very beginning of the child became visible between her legs. The burning sensation of crowning had commenced. From her folds, a very small area of damp hair appeared with each push. The top of the baby’s head powered forward each time the princess bore down. It remained only during her efforts. She collapsed after each surge and feel back into the arms of her husband.

“I am so tired. I cant keep doing this! It does not want to come out of me! I told you I was not strong enough!”

The King looked down at her and through her suffering whispered his response.

“I remember you telling me you would never be able to birth my children. But you are here now and so close to delivering my first son. The child is strong and you are amazing. You have endured so much this night. You will make it. I want you so much right now just watching you bearing my baby.”

The princess suddenly blushed against the King and felt a new found strength to keep going. She had loved him from the minute they met. She hoped that with time, he would come to love her as well as desire her body during their encounters. He needed heirs and it was her duty to carry and deliver. She secretly hoped that love would enter into their relationship with time and patience.

The pain of her labor interrupted her secret wishes and she yelled to the ceiling as another surge flooded her core.

“Help! I think it is coming! I can feel everything! Vanya, please do something! It is happening!”

Vanya hurried over with hot compresses and cooling balms and started to support her stretching folds. The head was enormous and this was going to be the hardest part of the whole birth. The princess started to feel delirious in the next hour. She pushed and screamed through the unbearable parting of her lower body and the agonizing round of the contractions. They were now unstoppable and they came one after the other without mercy.

The King kept talking to her through the entire stage. He was not going to let her give up for one minute. She was going to get through and he was going to support her every step of the way.

“Oh my goodness! I really need to push this time!” The princess gripped her husband’s arm and suddenly roared louder than ever.

“Its the head, my dear child, it is getting ready to come! Push now with all your strength. The baby is wanting to be born.”

The small cottage shook with the excruciating cries of a woman suffering the final stage of childbirth. The howling sounds were like nothing the King had heard in his life. He had seen war but no battle quite like this one. He closed his eyes against her pale face and prayed with all his heart and soul for the safe arrival of his child and her survival.

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Delia and Joy are definitely the physically strong gfs, Delia has mom strength and Joy has nurse strength, that are both forces to be reckoned with 💪 And that strength has the added bonus of sweeping their gfs off their feet ✨

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Maybe losing control a bit. 😅

Still a mile away from crowning; These pictures I’m sharing were taken during the most frustrating part of the pushing stage.

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Me and my gf @qtipialex doing the sports bra meme

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Title: The Unseen Bond: Tale of Mei Ling & Li Mei

In a remote hut in the backdrop of 15th century rural China, two women were embarked on the riveting journey of motherhood. Mei Ling, a rosy-cheeked lady with a heart full of dreams, and Li Mei, a woman of grit, were in the throes of labor. Alone, but simultaneously connected through the shared experience of childbirth, the women strained against their individual burdens.

"Ahh urghh!" Mei Ling groaned, her tiny frame barely visible beneath the oversized garment she wore. She gripped the coarse edges of a makeshift wooden stool tightly as she squatted, straining to bring life into the world. Sweat glistened on her flushed face as she puffed and heaved, "Why is it so difficult, Li Mei, for our children to give birth?"

On the other side of the four-cornered hut, Li Mei was standing, pulling a coarse rope attached to a thick ceiling beam, to augment her pushing efforts. Her child was not making it easy either. A part of the baby's head was visible, but the progress was slow and arduous. Yet, she didn’t allow despair to take over her.

"Don't complain Mei Ling, hurry, and push," she responded breathlessly, managing to spare a glance towards Mei Ling, a hint of sympathetic smile traced her labor-strained face, "Look at my child, his head is sticking out a little."

Their bodies tingled with resentment, exhaustion, but alas, nature cared little about human inadequacies. Both the women bore their pain with grim determination and relentless resilience, encouraging each other between gasping breaths. Hours turned into moments, and moments into eternity. The candle flickered like their wavering spirits, but they didn't yield.

Eventually, the night wanes, and the first light of dawn trickled into the hut. Despite the supernal agony, they held onto each other’s presence throughout their challenging ordeal, cautious not to disturb the other’s concentration or cause panic.

Finally, Mei Ling exhaled a shaky breath as her last push bore yield. The first cry of her child curled around the silent corners of the room, erasing the echo of her gruelling screams. Cradling the tiny infant close, relief washed over her. Gazing at Li Mei with extended grace, she barely whispered, "Meet your new friend, Li Mei."

On the other side, a similar scene was unfolding. Li Mei’s exertion was rewarded, and her eyes pooled with an unhindered mixture of joy, exhaustion, and relief. The cries of two newborns had suddenly filled their narrow world. She whispered back to Mei Ling, matching her tone, "And meet yours, Mei Ling."

In those tentative first hours of sunlight, two babies came into the world: a son for Mei Ling, whom she named Huo, meaning 'fire,' and a daughter for Li Mei, to whom she gave the name Yue, signifying 'Moon.' The new mothers murmured hopes, dreams, apologies, and a thousand silent promises to their respective newborns for what they had made them endure in their first hours of existence.

A friendship was formed that day, not just between Mei Ling and Li Mei, but also between Huo and Yue. Two souls had battled adversities together even before learning to breathe. Surely, a bond like that wasn’t going to fade easily.

From that day onwards, the tale of these two women giving birth alone become a part of the village folklore, embodying endurance, resilience and the undying spirit of motherhood. It became a testament to the unnamed bonds that develop when humans endure tribulations together, even if they're alone in their respective battles.

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The Birth of Richard

Just a little story about life after Sariphi's coronation as queen, the stages of her pregnancy with Richard and Richard's birth. To be honest, I've got quite a fetish for fpreg and birthing stories, and it's kinda embarrassing to even mention it, hahaha...😅 Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,916 words.

Warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness, swollen breasts, lactation, childbirth, episode 12 spoilers.

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Shortly after Sariphi was crowned the official Queen of the Beasts, life in Ozmargo had never been the same. Some of the beasts were still skeptical of having a human woman like Sariphi be their queen, but her kindness and sweet disposition quickly won them over.

Leonhart was happy that Sariphi had proved worthy enough to rule by his side. Then again, he had always known that she was worthy to be Queen of the Beasts.

After their marriage, everyone carried on with their lives as usual. But then, one year later, some changes had slowly begun to materialize. It all started one morning when Sariphi suddenly felt sick and threw up in a basin provided by the maids.

Sariphi tried to focus on her queenly duties, but she would often get dizzy and nauseous in between them. Cy, Clops, Amit, and Lanteveldt would often worry about how pale her face looked, and how she would sometimes pause ther duties to throw up.

Eventually, Leonhart took notice of her getting sick and expressed his concerns. "My queen, are you ill?" he asked. Sariphi's shoulders shook as she panted, leaning over the vomit in the basin.

"So-Sorry, Leo," she sighed as she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. "I just got a bit nauseous." Leonhart frowned. If Sariphi is sick with something, then she'll need to rest. "Sariphi, I'll have the Head Priest look after you tomorrow." he said.

"I'm sure it's nothing serious." Sariphi said with an assuring smile. "It's probably just the flu or something." Despite seeing her smile, Leonhart couldn't help but worry about Sariphi's condition. "Don't take things like this so lightly, Sariphi." he said firmly.

"I do not intend to lose my new queen any time soon. If you truly are ill with something, then it's best that you get some rest and take better care of yourself." Sariphi nodded. "Okay, Leo." she said.

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And so, Sariphi was examined by the Head Priest. After a thorough medical examination, the Head Priest nodded. "It seems that your body is undergoing some changes, my queen." he said. Sariphi tilted her head in confusion. "What does that mean?" she asked.

The Head Priest smiled. "It means, my queen, that you are..."

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"P-PR-PREGNANT?!?!" Amit's screech echoed through the air. Amit has been worried that Sariphi might be suffering some sort of illness since she was constantly nauseous, but to hear Sariphi announce that she was actually pregnant... she was not prepared for that at all!

Neither were Cy and Clops, for Cy's eye was wide and Clops' mouth hung open. Even Lanteveldt was flabbergasted.

Sariphi nodded. "Yep. I was worried that it might be the flu or something, but the Head Priest said that I was actually suffering morning sickness." she replied. "And my body is preparing itself for my baby to develop."

Amit, Lanteveldt, Cy and Clops said nothing as they all stared at Sariphi with wide eyes. Sariphi looked at her friends with concern. "Guys, what's wrong?" she asked.

Then Amit burst into tears as she wrapped her arms around Sariphi's torso. "SARIPHI...!!!" she wailed joyfully. "Congratulations!!! You're going to be a mother!!!" Cy and Clops were equally as excited as they hopped up and down.

"Congratulations, Sariphi! We're so happy for you!!!" Clops cried. "Happy!" Cy squealed, tears streaming from his eye. Lanteveldt just scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Congrats, I guess?" he said.

Sariphi beamed. "Thank you!" she said. If she was being honest, she was excited to be a mother, but at the same time, she also felt pretty anxious. To actually be pregnant for the first time ever... that feeling felt very weird to her.

"I wonder how Leonhart will react to the news...? Would he be happy or... shocked?" she wondered. Most likely the latter. No doubt that Leonhart would be speechless once he finds out he's going to be a father.

She remembered their talk back at the waterfalls during their visit at Sarbul. Leonhart told her how since he was king, he was duty bound to produce an heir to the throne.

He also told her how his dying father, or rather, uncle expressed his deep loathing towards him because of his half-human blood and how he was terrified of passing on the same burden of his cursed blood towards his future offspring.

He even expressed how he was not confident that he could love a child born from his blood. Leonhart once loathed that weak and inferior human side of him. How it was a troublesome curse he didn't wish to pass on to his future offspring if he were to take a queen.

But Sariphi also remembered the next words he told her that night: "No matter what predicament my blood places my heirs in, if they are the children of our union, then I swear on my name, Leonhart, to defend them with all my body and soul."

She had prayed that that curse of his would one day be a blessing. And seems that day finally came true. Even after his whole kingdom discovered his human form, he fought hard to reclaim his kingdom and won back his people's trust.

Now he no longer held any fear of burdening his offspring with his human blood. Sariphi smiled. "I can't wait to tell Leonhart the wonderful news." she thought.

"Oh, Lady Sariphi, does His Majesty know about the wonderous news?" Amit asked. "No," Sariphi replied, "but I'll tell him tonight."

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Later that night, Leonhart returned to his bedchambers, exhausted from a day of work. Sariphi was sitting on the bed, smiling. "Good evening, Leo." she greeted him.

Leonhart noticed that Sariphi was smiling from ear to ear, which was rather strange. What did the Head Priest say to her to make her smile like that? "Sariphi, you look rather joyful tonight. What happened?" Leonhart asked.

Sariphi giggled. "Well, sire. The Head Priest told me that I'm going to be a mother." she said. Leonhart stiffened as his ruby-red eyes widened. Did he just hear her correctly? Did she say what he thought he heard her say? "Sariphi, repeat that one more time." he said.

"I visited the Head Priest, and he told me that I was actually suffering morning sickness, which is normal during the first stages of pregnancy." Sariphi replied joyfully. "That means I'm pregnant! Isn't it exciting? You're going to be a father, Leo!"

Leonhart said nothing as he stood still in his spot. His fur bristled as thoughts rushed through his mind. Sariphi looked at her husband with concern.

"Leo, are you okay?" she asked. "Are you...shocked?" She started to worry. "Oh, no! Was it too soon? I should've been more subtle on letting him know about my pregnancy. Maybe I should..."

Sariphi's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Leonhart suddenly approached her. Sariphi looked up at her large husband, seeing the unreadable expression on his face. "Leonhart...?" she asked. Leonhart said nothing as he tenderly embraced his wife's small frame.

"Sariphi..." he whispered as he rubbed his furry cheek against hers tenderly. "Leo...?" Sariphi asked as she looked at her husband's eyes. It was sometimes difficult to understand his facial expressions, but the look in his eyes told her that he was smiling with elation.

"Sariphi, I cannot tell you how deeply happy I am to be a father." Leonhart said. "I look forward to meeting our child when it is born." Sariphi smiled as she wrapped her arms around Leonhart's neck.

"I have no doubt that you'll be a wonderful father, Leo." Sariphi said. Leonhart nodded.

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Ever since Sariphi's pregnancy was announced, Sariphi had gone through many changes. Besides her morning sickness, she sometimes went through certain mood swings like crying over the littlest things and craving certain foods.

With each passing week, Sariphi's once-flat belly started to noticeably round out. As her belly grew, so did her breasts. They would get big, swollen and tender as they were filled with milk for her baby.

Poor Sariphi would moan in pain as she massaged her sore breasts. And since she started to lactate, she has to hold a large bowl under her breasts as the milk dripped down into it.

Ever her faithful friends and attendants, Cy and Clops stood by her side and tended to her. They even held up the bowl for Sariphi whenever she was lactating. Little by little, the bump on her belly started to grow bigger and bigger until she looked big and gravid.

She couldn't even count the times the unborn baby kicked and moved in her belly. Sariphi smiled. If the little baby can kick her, that proves that the baby will be born healthy.

Sariphi sometimes had trouble walking around the palace grounds. With her gravid stomach, she would only waddle short distances and get tired quickly. Carrying around a growing baby in your belly was certainly no easy task!

Fortunately for her, she wasn't alone. Cy, Clops, Amit, Lanteveldt, Anubis and even Leonhart himself kept constant watch over her and her unborn baby.

One day, Sariphi was in the gardens with Cy, Clops, Amit and Lantevelt having a little picnic. Little Tetra was there with them, enjoying her day together with her companions. Sariphi rubbed her round belly, smiling contently as everyone ate and talked.

Tetra looked at her round belly curiously. "Can I touch it?" she asked. Sariphi nodded. "Of course. Go ahead." she said. Tetra gently placed her little paws on Sariphi's gravid stomach.

When her mother Calra was pregnant was Calcara, she never had the chance to rub her stomach or listen to her unborn brother inside the womb. Now that she was able to listen to Sariphi's unborn baby inside her womb, it felt weird yet also exciting.

"Sariphi, how does it feel to be pregnant?" Tetra asked curiously. Sariphi let out a sigh. "Well, it's pretty difficult to explain. It feels really strange carrying a new life inside you." she said.

"But it's also exhilarating because I get to meet my child after it's born." Tetra tilted her head. "Really?" she asked. "I wonder how I would feel once I'm married and pregnant." she thought. Then suddenly, Sariphi let out a pained gasp.

Everyone stopped chatting and saw Sariphi clutching her gravid belly and groaning in pain. "Sariphi? What's wrong? Are you alright?!" Amit asked worriedly. "Sari!" Cy and Clops yelled, also feeling concerned.

"Lady Sariphi?" Lantevelt asked with wide eyes. Sariphi didn't respond. She started to pant laboriously before she turned to face her friends. "Sorry, guys." she apologized, trying to manage a smile, even though she was obviously in pain. "My stomach hurts..."

Amit then gasped. If Sariphi was in pain, that could mean only one thing... "Don't tell me...! Are you...?" she asked. As Sariphi tried to respond, there was a sudden loud pop!, and water spilled between Sariphi's legs. Amit gasped. "Sariphi, you're...!!!"

Sariphi groaned before she gasped as a painful contraction coursed through her. Amit immediately stood up. This was it! This was the time! "Sariphi's going into labor! That baby is coming!" she announced.

As soon as she said those words, Cy and Clops immediately started to panic. "WHAT DO WE DO?! WHAT DO WE DO?!" the cried as they ran in circles. Lanteveldt, however, remained calm.

"Calm down, you cannonballs." he said. "We'll get her to her bedchamber." Amit and Lanteveldt quickly but carefully helped Sariphi stand up and guided her towards her bedchamber. The trek was difficult, but they've managed to place Sariphi on her bed.

Amit then quickly summoned the priests and the midwife who was hired to aid Sariphi. Once everyone got into position, the labor process began.

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Leonhart was sitting on his throne when one of the palace vassals, a cat, quickly approached him. "Your Majesty! I bring urgent news! Lady Sariphi has gone into labor! She's giving birth to her baby right now!" he yelled.

Leonhart's eyes widened and he immediately stood up from his throne as soon as Clops' words reached his ears. He wasted no time as he rushed towards the bedchamber.

"Sariphi...!" he whispered anxiously, silently praying to the gods that she'll be alright.

Meanwhile, Sariphi panted and gasped in pain as she lay on her bed. Her forehead was wet, and her hair was sticky with perspiration as she struggled to push the baby out from her womb. The midwife was tending to her, wiping her forehead with a cold washcloth.

Another contraction shot though Sariphi's body, making her squeal with pain. She had never known that childbirth could be this painful. She had heard some stories about pregnant women going through painful labor, but never thought much about it since she was to be sacrificed.

Now that she was Queen of the Beasts, she's going through that exact moment of labor. And it was more painful than she had ever imagined it would be!

"Ohhhh, it hurts!" Sariphi cried out in pain. "Please hang in there, Sariphi! I'll be over soon!" Amit said, gripping her hand tightly. "You're crowning, Lady Sariphi! I can see the head! Push!" the midwife said. Gathering up reserves of her strength, Sariphi pushed.

Meanwhile, outside the bedchamber door, Lanteveldt leaned against the wall while Cy and Clops paced by the door nervously, listening to Sariphi's cries of pain.

"Oh, I hope she'll be okay! I wish we could help her in some way!" Clops said anxiously. "Help Sari." Cy added worriedly. "Chill out, you guys. Sariphi may not look it, but she's a tough woman." Lanteveldt said. "I'm sure that she'll tough it-"

A loud, shrill, agonized scream coming from the bedchamber quickly cut him off. Cy and Clops grew even more anxious. "SARI!!!" they wailed, fearing the worst.

Then they noticed Leonhart marching down the hallway towards the bedchamber door followed by Anubis. "Your Highness!" Lanteveldt exclaimed before he quickly bowed before Leonhart. "How is Sariphi?" he asked.

Cy and Clops approached him. "Your Majesty! Sariphi is still in labor!" Clops said. Leonhart didn't want to waste another second longer as he headed towards the double doors.

"Sire, wait! You mustn't! Men are forbidden to enter the birthing room!" Anubis said. Behind the bedchamber doors, they could hear Sariphi gasping in pain. "I must tend to Sariphi! I cannot stand idly by while she's in pain!" Leonhart said as he pushed the bedchamber doors open.

As he entered the room, the sound of an infant's wails reached his ears as he stared at the sight before him.

The midwife was carrying a crying white bundle in her arms. Sariphi was lying in bed, her pale face dotted with drops of sweat and panting heavily. "Sariphi!" Leonhart exclaimed as he quickly rushed to her side. "Sari!" Cy and Clops cried as they followed suit.

Sariphi didn't respond to their cries as she was too exhausted to lift her head. Leonhart knelt beside his queen and gently held her hand. "Sariphi?" he asked.

Sariphi wearily opened her eyes. "Leonhart?" she asked. She tried to get up, but she felt too tired to move. Leonhart gently helped her sit up. All the while, the little infant continued to wail. The midwife turned her attention towards Sariphi as she walked over towards the bed.

"Congratulations, Your Highness." the midwife said with a smile as she placed the swaddled infant into Sariphi's outstretched arms. "It's a boy. You have a healthy son."

Sariphi gently removed the blanket, revealing the baby's face. The little baby beast had soft fur as white as clouds, the same color as her hair, a tiny wet pink nose, soft tiny fluffy ears and two tiny little bumps on top of its head. The newborn beast waved its little paws as it wailed.

Sariphi smiled as joyful tears rolled down her cheeks. Her baby son was simply the cutest little thing she had ever seen. A symbol of her and Leonhart's love, a perfect mixture of both her and him.

Sariphi held her newborn son close to her chest. Hearing his mother's heartbeat, the baby beast's wails softened into whimpers. He then reached his tiny paws out to her. Sariphi gently pressed her thumb against her son's little pink paw pads.

Soft and squishy, just like Leonhart's, she thought. Leonhart gazed down at his newborn son with a mixture of curiosity, pride and joy. He could hardly believe it. He was now a father. A father.

Leonhart knelt beside Sariphi and his newborn son. "Isn't he beautiful, Leo?" Sariphi whispered. "Indeed he is. I'm so proud of you, Sariphi." Leonhart replied. He then gently pressed his snout against his son's furry cheek.

Sariphi wanted to squeal at such an adorable sight, but she didn't want to wake her son. As Leonhart looked at his son, the words of the vow he made years ago rang in his mind:

"No matter what predicament my blood places my heirs in, if they are the children of our union, then I swear on my name, Leonhart, to defend them with all my body and soul." And he will see to it that his vow will be fulfilled.

"What should we name him?" Leonhart asked. Sariphi smiled. "I've already thought of it. From now on, our son's name will be Richard." she replied.

"Richard?" Leonhart asked. Sariphi nodded. "Since you've taken Leonhart as your name, we should name our son Richard." she said. "Richard. I think that name suits him." Leonhart said. "Welcome, Richard, our son."

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