Does anyone know of any good medieval or fantasy stories?

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Dan and Fey
by Nipu Musume
His name was Dan, and those were his woods. Well, strictly speaking they’re the king’s, but Dan was their protector; in all greens and browns and facepaint he stalked his prey through them. A half dozen orcs passed his way only a few hours before, and with his bow at the ready he closed the distance. Bursting into a small, secluded glade of downy grass, though, he could never have anticipated what they would have left behind, swollen and stricken, in their wake.
Feydra couldn’t muster the strength to curse the orcs as they left her in a small clearing, wearing little but a leather bra and panties to cover her body. Though her massively pregnant stomach was left uncovered, fertility tattoos from some god unknown to her were painted around her bellybutton. She’d sunk to the forest floor, resting against a tree as her chest heaved with each breath she took, her eyes anxiously affixed upon the curve of her stomach. She was pregnant, and enormously so. For an elf, it seemed as if she was carrying twins or even triplets, and she was carrying heavy, but in fact it was the single child of an orc father that was going to be making its way soon into the world.
Dan’s eyes widened a great deal, just then, and mercifully for him the paint covered up the flush that rose to his face at the sight. Even stricken the way she was, the sight of so much skin on display - and that belly, which hardly seemed to belong to a creature of such otherwise fragile build - astonished him. Down came his bow, its arrow unnocked once more, as he crept closer. With a trifle of distaste he noticed that her skin was still spattered with the creatures’ seed, sticky half-dried patches on her front and thighs. He’d heard of such things, the orcs taking women as trophies and herding them along, breeding on them until they were ‘used up,’ so to speak… But he’d never seen it with his own eyes.
"Milady?" He whispered, scarcely trusting the scene to have room for his full voice.
She hardly noticed the man approaching her, glancing up suddenly as he spoke. She could hardly answer, gripping the grass beneath her with one small, delicate hand as she clutched her big belly with the other. A few strands of her long, blond hair obscured her features, her brow glistening with beads of sweat. Her bright blue eyes glistened with tears as her gaze met his own. He must have been sent by the gods to her that day.
"Oh… Please, help me. The baby… ughn!" She spoke quietly, wincing as another contraction seized her massive belly as soon as the first seemed to end.
With the astonished look on his face still plastered there, he strode closer - though hesitantly - and crouched near her bare, dirty feet. He removed his cap and clutched it to his chest, his own longish brown hair flopping free.
"I, uh…" His eyes roamed her form again, trapped beneath that towering bulge. He had seen elves before, and the feeling it was a dream never seemed to pass… But this one had overfull breasts nearly pouring free from clasps that would have fit nicely nine months before, and the bulge of her swollen mound likewise barely fitted in the smeared panties that cover it. It feet like a dream, but of a much different type and for greatly different reasons. "Uhh… have your pains come, milady? Have you been having them long?"
She looked up at him shyly, a brush of blush spreading across her cheeks. Though, this wasn’t really the time to worry about modesty, in front of company like him she felt the urge to cover her body a bit more than the scraps she’d worn her time with the orcs, dirty and tattered away. Her chest rose and fell softly as she caught her breath, closing her spread legs to hide anything from his view, even though it was a bit less than comfortable for her.
"I-it started before I left the camp with the orcs… But they’re coming so strong now. It won’t be long, until…" She winced, exhaling a tremulous breath as one hand stroked the soft, pale skin of her stomach in slow circles. "I- I dont think I could get back on my feet if I tried."
"Ye gods above. Well… I suppose we won’t be getting you on your feet until afterward, then." He reached out and put a tentative hand on her knee. "I can help you, though. I used to have a farm back home." He clamped himself off there, before he went comparing birthing a child to calving. And that was ancient history, and not the kind to be brought up in new company. "Would it be uncomfortable if we were to free you from your… your clothes, milady?"
In the end, it wasn’t all that different from calving, and thus he stood a chance of assisting this eminently challenging birth-to-be, but he doubted the poor creature with her belly so full would appreciate the comparison.
Feydra normally would have scoffed at the birth of her child being compared to farmers work, but she understood at the moment she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. She squeezed her tearful eyes shut as her stomach contracted, forcing her to double over as she clutched the tree trunk behind her for support. She could feel so much pressure, with each contraction it seemed to get harder and harder to resist giving in and bearing down against the weight she felt slowly descending in her hips.
"N-no its fine, um… please." As he spoke she reached down to wiggle out of her panties, before stopping midway and clutching her stomach with a yelp as the strong muscles beneath her skin heaved. "AhHhh… oh goddss.."
"Ohhh my… please relax, milady, please…" He scrambled desperately for anything he could remember, any advice to give to her that a mother with two legs could use. Suddenly it hit him from a season long past, a woman at her labor in an inn room near his. He had cursed being unable to sleep, but now he was grateful for it. "Take in a deep breath for me, and breathe it out like this. Hooo… hoooo… hoooo…" He demonstrated, the puffs outward strong and steady. "Feel the way it bounces your belly, and concentrate on the breathing. I’ll handle all else."
She nodded urgently at his advice, squeezing her tearful eyes shut as she rounded her lips and began panting as he instructed. Her big belly and full chest bounced gently with each breath, though her breaths were much more rapid than his example.
"Hooo hoooo hoo…OhhHh…!" She threw her head back, clutching at her belly with both hands. She didn’t know how much long she could take this, the pressure between her legs growing more and more unbearable with each passing moment. "S-something’s happening..! I can feel it, down there.."
"Good… very good. Just focus on your breath now, milady. The babe may not take its time, but we must." Clamping his lips shut tight, he reached to her well-broadened hips and slowly, slowly took down her panties to reveal a woman in the fullest bloom. Stickiness smeared her crotch, matting down the downy dark hair that ringed it. Her skin had flushed a deep red, and swollen pink labia protruded out at the ranger as soon as he revealed them. Even from where he knelt he could feel the heat coming off her sex - even if she wasn’t ready to give birth, it was. His cheeks burned as he slipped the panties off at her ankles and set them aside.
"Oh, oh, ohh.." She moaned and gasped, squirming and bracing herself against the mighty tree trunk behind her. Her small, delicate fingers dug into the earth. It was all she could do to ease the pain that was wracking her small body, the pressures crashing over her like waves and leaving her head spinning. She gazed down at him shyly as the pain slowly began to subside, giving her a much-needed break for a short while. Her glistening opening clenched, though she knew this was no time to feel embarrassed. "I feel… a lot of pressure!" She admitted, arching her back uncomfortably as she brought one hand to her belly, cupping her small fingers over its curve as if to support its weight. She closed her eyes softly, reveling in the passing moments of calm between contractions.
"Lot of pressure, lot of child. It’ll be right, milady…" He bit his lip, having to keep his eyes on her face to avoid them drifting down her swollen, naked front - and failed repeatedly. Instead he spoke in low tones, her sounds and his the only ones to be heard. "Listen to me, now. Breathe in through your nose and let it out through your mouth in little puffs. Like this." He stared into her eyes as he demonstrated, letting out a soft "Hoo… hoo… hoo…"
She nodded quickly, biting her lower lip as her hands cradled her swollen stomach at the crease where its lower curve gently met her pubis. Her tearful eyes gazing up into his own, she inhaled a slow, deep breath through her nose, her chest rising, and closing her eyes began to gently exhale. Her breasts bounced with her sharp pants, the same quiet “hoooo… hoo hooo..” escaping her lips. She moaned softly as she felt the strong muscles of her womb beginning to harden and contract again, a whimper escaping her throat as she squirmed and spread her thighs a bit further apart, trying to ease the pressure she felt on her hips as the baby slowly descended.
"Ohh Gods!" She gasped, rolling her head back against the tree trunk as her soft ‘hoo hoo hoo’s grew quick and desperate.
"You’ll be fine, yooouuu’ll be fine… keep breathing, just like that. Just like that." He put his hands gently over hers, his palms rough, and guided her to smooth her touch over her enormous dome, stay in contact with her baby. Eyes on the prize… "Hoo… hoo… hoooo, don’t stop, keep going…" Before his eyes a tiny leak sprung between her legs, the slightest fraction of release in the pressure - a slow drool of amnion bubbled from between her nether lips and trickled down the cleft of her bottom.
She whimpered softly, reopening her tearful, glistening blue eyes to gaze up at him as she felt the warmth of his large hands atop her own. She could feel the baby coming, but slowly, painfully slowly, inching its way down her small birth canal. The pressure between her hips was growing unbearable, so when she felt a small gush of fluids from between her legs she couldn’t control herself from gasping. Her legs were trembling as the massive baby barreled towards her tiny opening, her skin damp with sweat. The skin of her stomach had only a little give beneath her fingers, and with her hands so firmly planted atop it she could feel every heave and every quiver it made.
"Ohh…" She gasped, exhaling a breathy sigh. "I can feel it! Ohh Gods, I need to push..!"
"Wait! Wait, just breathe, wait… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…" He stared into her eyes as he removed one hand from over hers. It wasn’t immediately apparent what he was sorry for, until she realized through the pressure and hurt that he had two fingers buried tight in her vagina, her labia spread taut around them. They pushed in deeper, deeper into her body until he could go no further. "Yes, you’re right, it’s coming - all right, all right milady - push!"
"Ah… ahn.." She panted softly as she felt his large, human fingers spreading her open around them, her desperate pants slowing to soft, tremulous sighs. His fingers pressed inside easily, her opening slick with birth fluids, and slowly they met the hard, slick head of her child within. As he gave her the okay, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, rolling her head back against the tree trunk she braced herself against.
"O-ohHh..!" She gave a moan that resonated through the forest as a moan more of pleasure than of pain, her cheeks tinted red with effort as she finally gave in to the pressure wracking her body. It surprised her how good it felt to give into that urge, how amazing, and perfect and just so wonderfully right it felt. She groaned softly, the strain evident on her face until she simply couldn’t bear down anymore and she gasped to catch her breath. Panting softly, her full breasts and heavy stomach bouncing with the heaving of her chest, she gazed up at him for a look of approval, sweat glistening on her forehead.
Staring back, he gave a slight nod, monitoring her progress all through that supreme effort. A sputter and gush of fluid washed over her thighs and bottom, the water that cushioned the baby making its way out.
"Perfect. Just like that, that’ll do it soon enough." He offered a hand across her swollen body, two fingers slick and pungent, for her to grip as she worked. "Now get a deep breath, fill your lungs, and do it all over again."
She gulped down a deep breath and clutched his hand, squeezing it with more strength than a girl of her size should be able to muster. She pushed with all her strength, her legs trembling heavily and her belly visibly heaving from the might of her push and the contractions crashing over her. They were right on top of each other now, with no break between, and it was all she could do not to push for just the moment she needed to catch her breath. She gasped, squealing as she felt the baby lurch forward, her free hand pressing against the side of her belly as if trying to gauge its position within.
"O-ohh… its coming! Its coming!! It feels so big..!" She shook her head from side to side quickly, throwing her long, blond hair about. "I dont know if I can manage!"
"You can and you will. If you keep at it, this babe will come." He smiled grimly, trying not to buckle as you wring his hand to a fleshy glove full of bone powder. Every push drove the thing downward in what feels like fractions of millimeters, stretching the tight pink walls of her vagina as it filled with head. Her belly was so tight, the form of an enormous child stands out against her skin beneath the heaving pink button atop her dome. "You can’t stop now, though, not until your body does. Deep breaths now, keep pushing, love, keep pushing!"
"Ugn..!" She grunted, gritting her teeth as she gave another strong push. She braced herself heavily against the thick tree trunk behind her and arched her back, thrusting her big belly out in front of her. She was already exhausted from such an intense labor, his encouragements coaxing her to fight onward and the weight of the child nearly at her opening the only things resounding through her mind. Finally she gasped, panting to catch her breath as she looked up at him with tearful eyes, biting her lower lip uneasily. "I..nh… need to squat. Its big… I don’t think I can do it in this position." She admitted softly, her body forcing her to give gentle pushes even as she spoke.
"That’s fine… you’ll be fine." He trusted her instincts, since his experience mostly related to creatures lying on their side and staying there until the end. But instinct was a mother’s best weapon, surely. He gave her heaving belly a gentle stroke and then took hold of her hands. With a soft grunt he pulled, hoisting her up off your bottom and into a wide squatting position - her spreading legs became the pillars of balance, her belly hanging large and low between her thighs with her breasts heavy atop them. As she moved upright, amnion spills from beneath her, splitting her swollen lips. "Is this better, milady?"
She closed her eyes tightly, and in an instant and flurry of movement he had hefted her up into a deep squat, her legs trembling beneath her weight. A sudden deluge of fluids spilt from her and she gasped, it seemed as if the pressure of the baby within her tiny canal increased a thousandfold.
"Ohhh… yes!" She moaned, curling in around the massive orb of her belly and giving a great heave. She could feel the massive child’s weight as it eased down, slowly, very slowly splitting her and stretching her opening more than she ever imagined her body could take. "Ah..! Ohh it hurts, oh gods it hurts..!" She stopped pushing for a moment, only to catch her breath before bearing down again, seemingly unable to stop. "A-ahhHHhnn..!"
On his knees now, opposite her, he leaned over to sneak a peek at what’s happening under her, out of necessity and curiosity both. The difference even from before was astonishing. It looked like her whole crotch had swollen, the fuzz-covered flesh between her legs bulging out in a gentle dome. Those plump pink lips have spread just the slightest bit, revealing the top of the baby’s head - a sliver of pale green, coated in mucus and blood.
"There it is… I can see it, you’re doing it!" Kneeling front to front with her now, her tight globe pressed to the ranger’s front, he wrapped his arms around her to hold her up. "Get it out then, milady. Pant your breaths out and push!"
"Y-you can? Oh..!" She brought one small hand down to her opening, her delicate fingers cupping her bulging lips. She drew in a quick breath, looking up with widened eyes. She’d touched her body down there a million times but this time it seemed all so foreign, her lips slick and swollen and bulging out from her body so deeply around the baby’s head. Her delicate fingers traced the sliver of the baby’s head slowly, and lovingly. More lovingly than one would expect from the mother of a big, slimy green monster. She exhaled a soft, tremulous breath before filling her lungs and giving another hard, steady push. She squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks blushing deeply with exertion as the baby eased down, slowly bulging out from between her lips. She could feel herself spreading around it, so very slowly, the warm, slick surface of its head emerging between her plump lips. She whimpered, stopping suddenly as she felt the burn of her perineum being stretched thin and her lips stretching to their max, fearful that if she continued pushing it would tear her delicate flesh. As she panted to catch her breath, the visible sliver of the newborn orc’s head eased slowly back inside, and she dropped her hand quickly to the earth to support her weight. "Ohh, its so big… I’m surely going to tear!"
Cradling her close, just the two of them stuck out here together in the wild, he slipped his hand beneath her. His touch was warm and gentle as he felt the child’s scalp, his fingers brushing over her burning labia.
"It’s so strange, isn’t it? That’s your child… it’ll be with us before you know it." Biting his lip, he kept his hand where it was, gently caressing over her strained sex as he cupped its bulging tissue. "All you have to do is keep this up. Breathe, pant, and push on it. All that matters is getting it out as safely as we can." He held her closer, her belly pushed against his, close enough that the hot, trembling breath of each caressed the face of the other. "Don’t stop, milady, you’ve come so far - push, please, push!"
Feydra closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly for support. She tucked her head beneath his chin, her breath hot on his neck as she panted, and her smooth skin glistening with beads of sweat. As a contraction overtook her she drew in a quick gasp, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"Oh!! Its coming..!" She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and pushed, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as she deepened her squat and bore down against the weight between your legs. She could feel it slowly begin to spread her open, and surely he could too, as it eased down more and more, her swollen pink sex blossoming out around it. It was burning as it stretched her open, certainly a ring of fire as she’d heard it referred to long ago. She whimpered, fearing it was too much for her, but pushed onwards, her hips rolling slowly back and forth now from the sensation, mimicking the motions of the love making. "Ohh god, oh my god! Uhhgn… its too big!"
"That’s your baby - just remember, that’s your baby, your baby’s coming…" Through it all she could feel the hand cupping her burning crotch, making gentle circles around her slippery, stretching lips as they give way to a head the size of a cantaloupe. But so slow to come, compared to the ache it brings, a wedge of pain arcing between her holes. Each push moves it, though, grinding that big green head down against her spreading slit. If she could only keep it up, it would come - one way or another.
The girth of this thing wedges her hips open; she had no choice but to squat and push, squeezing the thing out the only way it could come. So much child in so frail a creature… She rested her forehead against his shoulder, panting softly for a moment before drawing in deep breath and bearing down again. Her eyes closed, she focused on his soft words in her ear and the feeling of his hand on her burning sex, the sensation of her baby slowly moving into the world.
"Mmhh..!" She moaned with her effort, though she was so exhausted by now she felt she was near collapsing. Her belly, hardened with a contraction, rested heavily against him, propped up by her widely spread thighs. Quickly she brought one diminutive hand down to her sex, placing it atop his and feeling with her own small fingers as she stretched, feeling him traced around her swollen lips, and the tuft of glistening wet hair atop the slowly growing proportion of the baby’s head that was visible between her legs.
"Oh, please, get it out! Pull it out!!" She cried out, a few strands of sweat dampened hair falling down in front of her eyes. "If I were an animal on your farm, you’d surely pull it out of me!"
One of the ranger’s big, coarse hands stayed pressed to her vagina, only hoping he could protect it as it stretched too wide for her. The other he placed on the back of her neck, staring intensely into her beautiful eyes.
"I would, but you are no animal. You must live! And if you would live, you must push! Push!"
Even as she rested that bare moment, she could feel the whole thing receded, the feeling bizarre as it retreated through her wide-open pelvis until only the tiniest tip showed from her. Her only choice was to bear down with all she had until the thing came out of her. The pressure in her big round rock of a belly demanded no less.
Fey gasped, resting her head against his shoulder, her hair falling down over her shoulder as she panted to catch her breath. As soon as she’d stopped bearing down she’d felt the whole, big thing slide slowly back inside, her plump, swollen lips nearly closing around it and she groaned in frustration. Her hand trembling against his own, she slid her fingers in a small circle, and then, without thinking, up to her tiny, swollen clit, pressing on it gently. She gave a small whimper and pushed as her body demanded, both hands, one small and one large, ready to support her pinkish, glistening skin as it stretched open once again around the baby’s big head. Her mind swimming from exhaustion she threw her head back, gritting her teeth as she pushed and crying out.
"Ohh come on, come on..! Come outtt! Ughnn, get it out!"
The nub beneath her fingers was like a burning rock, fat and hard and hot, and the merest touch makes her underside twitch, her anus clenching from its gape.
"Good girl, good girl!" he repeated over and over, goading her to push at all costs as her baby’s head slid down, down, cradled in his cupped hand. Using his larger size he rocked her gently on her feet, her body swaying and humping of its own volition as it expels its child. "Don’t stop, please, such a good girl. Breeeeathe it out, puuuush it out…"
Quickly, she expelled her breath in a deep moan and drew in another lungful, desperate to push again before it could sink back inside, reversing her progress. She squeaked as she felt it stretching her tiny opening, forcing her lips apart even further than last time, the thin skin of her perineum bulging out with the shape of the baby’s head.
"I-its coming!" She gasped, nuzzling her head softly against his chest, her body pressed in close against his own, and he could clearly feel each breath she took and each heave and twitch of her belly. She stroked the baby’s slick head softly as it appeared more and more, seeming to move at a millimeter at a time, her fingers sticky with birth fluids. The burning was growing to be too much for her, and she felt with every grunt and push and heave that she would surely tear open, but somehow her skin continued to stretch, her lips parting further and further around the babe lodged between her legs. "O-oohhh!"
The dome of the head was slowly revealed now - the deep bulge set between her legs; now each push forces her lips to peel back. They grew to form a taut O, their pinkness growing pale and bloodless as she birthed. Baby’s scalp was big and slick in his hand, the ranger’s touch helping her avoided tearing straight open with your orc baby. Her whole crotch was aflame, distended incredibly with the size of the thing emerging from it. Closing his eyes and finding his way around your body by touch, Dan absentmindedly pressed a kiss to her sweat-slick neck, whispering an endless litany of coaching and urges as he begged her to work, to breathe, to push and push until her mighty labor was done.
"Ow ow oww! Agh..!" She cried out, tossing her head from side to side, her long blond hair shaking about. She’d surely continue to protest until this labor was through, but for now it was all she could do, to gasp and pant, and push, and protest. Her whole body was trembling against his, her big belly pressing in against him heavily as she brought one sticky, sweet smelling hand up to it to press against the top of that massive dome, as if she could aid the child in moving down. She could no longer hold a single steady push, her voice growing raspy as she grunted and bore down in soft sporadic heaves. Though even if she wanted to stop, she couldn’t, her body demanded each push, and the weight of the massive child against her burning opening wouldn’t let up until it was finally free.
She gasped, feeling it lurch down with her next push, but this time… it didn’t recede as she stopped to pant.
"I-its coming!! Ohh, Dan, its coming out!" She cried out, tears glistening in her eyes as she spoke through small, desperate pushes. "Ohh its coming! F-feel it, quickly..! Its coming to a crown!"
"It’s coming, it’s coming for sure!" Leaning into you, he supported her as he craned his neck underneath - both hands coming to her womanhood to support it. That once-tiny vagina was split wide open, her lips taut to their breaking point - outer labia a plump ring against her thighs, her clit like a bullet poking out from under its hood. It looked like there’s no more room under her, and that’s exactly the case. The huge head was emerging from her, that slick green dome at the very point of slipping from her on its own. He cupped both hands under it, ready to catch it. "Once more, milady, once more with all you’ve got! Please!"
Feydra exhaled a tremulous breath, before gulping down another lungful and pushing with renewed vigor. Her body trembled in his arms, her legs nearly giving out from under her as she deepened her squat. Her swollen lips were spread now into a perfect circle, so tight that she felt she would tear any moment.
"A-ahnn!" She cried out, tears glistening on her cheeks as she gave a final, massive heave, feeling the massive orc child’s head that had been lodged between her tiny legs for what seemed like hours finally easing down enough to slip, and with a gush of fluids it began sliding so slowly out of her.
She gasped, panting desperately as she felt the curve of its brow pulling her open, unable to stop it from coming even as she huffed and puffed quietly. She clung to him with both hands, her fingers digging into his shirt as she buried her face in the crook between his neck and shoulder.
"O-ohh! Its coming, its coming out!!" She cried out, her voice cracking with quiet sobs. "It hurts, Dan, its coming and I- I can’t stop it..!"
"Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!" His eyes were wide as he felt this incredible thing happening in his hands. Slowly her crowning gave way to the slope of the pale green forehead, the thick brow… Her baby’s eyes were clenched tightly shut - surprisingly little nose for an orc, a button on its big head - its soft lips squeezed out from under her taut rim - and at last, at the end of an eternity, its chin popped out, sending a splatter of amnion all over his thighs and the grass below. Even outside her it felt enormous - was enormous - its chin wedging her rear cheeks apart as it hung underneath you. "That’s it, milady!" He cried out, clasping your head to his chest. "You’ve done it, that’s the head out!"
"A-ahNNNnnn!!" Feydra’s small body gave a great heave, pushing on its own volition as the head finally slipped free just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, her massive belly shuddering as it popped out with a gush of clear fluids. She’d never felt anything like the wave of relief that washed over her with the babe’s massive head hanging low between her legs, its pale green skin slick and glistening with birth fluids. As electricity coursed through her body stronger than any orgasm, she knew she still couldn’t rest, her full breasts bouncing as she panted rapidly with the thing’s great head lodged between her legs.
She slowly deepened her squat, both hands placed against the firm, damp ground beneath her, thick fluids still steadily dripping from her and soaking the earth.
"Ohh gods, the shoulders.." She moaned as her belly heaved, the pressure growing too much for her. She shook her head from side to side, tossing her sweat-dampened hair about. "I- I don’t know if I can do this, I… ohhh.."
"You can do it, love! The worst of it’s done now…" Kneeling before her, he took hold of the head, cautiously guiding it to turn toward its mother’s quivering thigh. "From here on out, here’s what I need you to do, I need you to do that good panting just like you did before… and make little squeezes on it. Hard, fast squeezes, as many as you can manage. And get ready to hold your child!"
That said, the ranger and her belly don’t give you much choice in the matter. Sensing its victory, your womb clamps down in a deep, nagging contraction, and Dan begins to ease the head downward - shoulders grinding on your taut slit - giving you little choice but to puuuuuush -
It took everything she had not to bear down as her body was demanding, instead panting rapidly as you instructed, desperately, her full breasts and still so swollen belly bouncing from the heaves of her chest.
"H-here it comes..! Oh!" Her delicate fingers dug into the dirt beneath her, her thighs trembling and slick with fluids with the big orc child’s head nestled beneath them, its head slowly turning into position with another quick deluge of amnion. She threw her head back and pushed with a raspy grunt, her mouth open wide as if to speak though she simply couldn’t form words, her mind swimming from the pain and the pressure of her baby resting right at her opening. She nuzzled her head against his shoulder, his shirt stained with her tears and her sweat, as she gave another small, sharp push, panting and grunting as the contraction gripping her big belly peaked. "O-ohh! A-almost..!"
"Almost there… so close!"
Cradling him as he cradled the head, together they worked to bring the child into the world. It seemed stuck on the taut rim of her vagina, no matter how she squeezed and huffed - the pressure intense, arcing through her from the fat pink nub of her belly button all the way to her butt hole, gaping wide open as she heaved. Gradually, with nowhere else to go, the body stretched her still wider - a miracle she hadn’t split wide open - and in one sudden gush, the baby was born! Its shoulders came through and the body slid out with a loud slurp in one slippery gush, coming to rest gently in the grass as the ranger supported its head.
Her belly, enormous with fluid and child, deflated just enough for her to see the slippery, scrunched face of her new orc baby, safely delivered into the world.
Fey’s cries resounded off the trees of the forest as she grunted and heaved, and finally, with one last mighty push she felt the shoulders slip free and soon after, the rest of her baby. It slid out with a deluge of fluids, her belly shuddering as what felt like gallons of water spilt from between her legs, soaking the ground beneath her with a splash. She opened her tearful eyes slowly, just enough to see the big healthy baby resting between her legs, the twisted and purple umbilical cord still connected.
She gave a tremulous sigh before her voice cracked and she broke into quiet, relieved sobs, her legs shaking and threatening to give out. Her hair was damp with sweat and tangled, her skin clammy and glistening with sweat and her gentle face red and stained with tears, though gazing down at her newborn she surely looked like a goddess.
"I… I did it." She spoke breathlessly with exhaustion and disbelief. "Its out..!"
In the eyes of Dan the ranger, she did indeed look like a goddess. Without his knowing, this ordeal had cemented his heart to hers. His hands trembled as they reached for her child - his adoptive son, for better or worse - and gently lifted him up. A moment of surprise at the weight of the new boy, as she had successfully passed eleven pounds and a few ounces of baby through her vagina without so much as a tear, and then he pressed the warm, wet little one to her breasts for her to hold. And he wrapped his arms around her, gently bringing her to her bottom in the wet grass so she could relax as they both goggled over the newborn in her arms. Before their eyes he began to wail, loud and healthy.
"You’ve done it, milady, look at him.. you did that…"

magnificent.