Theres a new writer at Lots Cave with a bunchaa preggo fantasy books, you have to buy at $3.99. Its a series calld Sex Slave Game Preserve. Looks like nine books sofar. 

Heres link Lots Cave Preggo Fantasy Writer. This is a sampel from site: 

The naked white slave had her back to them: a beautiful, unmarked expanse of pale skin, a crown of straight, luxurious blonde hair down past her shoulders.

She was crouched down, one folded leg up at a sharp angle. Her thigh of her other folded leg was more or less horizontal, so her ass cheeks were up off the dirt as she struggled to steady herself on the ball of one foot, the other foot planted. Trou noticed immediately that this slave had no shackles. Her two feet were bare, and so were her ankles.

One ripe, full ass cheek — as it happened, the one nearer them — was slightly higher than the other, so both Trou and the younger master could clearly see the tube of an enema bag disappear into her.

“Master, I am thankful so much to seeing you,” the squatting slave said in an Eastern European accent, responding to their noise and genuinely brightening as she looked over her shoulder.

“I was .. honored you say ... to service guest masters short time ago, so my keeper she tidies me up. My keeper she cleanses asshole so that I take your prick, or cocks of other masters, deep into asshole without your dicks getting … dirty you say.”

They all stood, waiting awkwardly, while more of the enema bag emptied into her. She bowed her head, patient, serene, and relaxed, as the warm liquid surged into her.

Another naked sex slave, the slave’s keeper, stood beside the bag as it hung from a wall peg above the crouching slave. She gave it one last squeeze and then reached down, unceremoniously pulling the tube and its bulbous end from the slave’s asshole.

A small amount of liquid dribbled out of the willing sex slave, but then the flow stopped.

“I keep liquid in me until ordered release it. Either keeper or master. If you want for pleasuring, I offer body to pleasure, or for to pleasure other master. I service your dick and his cock with mouth, cunt, titties.” Karova pronounced the word as “tityuz.”

Saying this, she leaned forward slightly and stood slowly, revealing her enormous, bulging belly and swollen tits. She was at least seven months pregnant. A prominent, jutting belly contrasting with a sleek frame.

She leaned back to relieve some of the stiffness in her joints that set in by crouching to receive the enema. She wobbled uncertainly as she climbed onto a little platform, a sort of stage, that was built into a corner of the small calving room. Mirrors on the wall behind the stage offered her no privacy, instead revealing every part of her naked, bulging body.

Now is this a genuine pregnancy fetish ebook, or is this something where she's flat as a board for 90% of the book and then gets pregnant at the very end?

The site has nine boosk. It seems like the preggo theme runs through them all. You can read pieces from each at the site Lots Cave. Maybe worth a buy and try for one?

The preggo fantasy writer has a website: 

http://mikekokadjo.com/

But I think everythnig there sends you bakc to Lots Cave to buy. Did anybody buy one of the books? How are they?

Very nice indeed. I bought a number of his book. There is also bdsm stuff in his book on preggos.

Good to hear. Tahnks for the update!

At that Lots Cave site that wrter is still cranking out preggo books
I pulld down some of the cover art. 
THeres also ecxerpts from the books
SOme of it looks intens but hes got alot of pregnant stuff. 

This is a lift from his ANAL RAPED IN LABOR, which seems prety hardcore if you like that kind of stuff 


Anais was unsure how far along she was in her pregnancy. All she knew, from her small, low-ceilinged and dimly lit living quarters beneath her owner’s house, was that her belly was big enough to stir her owner to take her several times a day and again at least three times each night. His cock was not so big as to be uncomfortable when he shoved it into her swollen cunt, but he also enjoyed hurting her by fucking her asshole, forcing her to choke on his cock, and wrapping her milk-filled tits around him until he show cum on her neck, face, and hair.

Her tits ached and began to leak milk, so she figured she was close to the end of her time being the center and focus of her owner’s lust. Once the outcome of his constant explosions of cum into her tight cunt issued from her, he would lose interest, she assumed. She would be busy and he would turn elsewhere for sexual satisfaction.

Hadn’t he done exactly that the three previous times he got her pregnant? Once he knew his cum had forced her into another pregnancy, he largely ignored her for several months until she was large enough that he could enjoy her full, ripe belly and burgeoning tits. And then he enjoyed her constantly. He ran his hands over her belly. He squeezed and pummeled her tits. He played with her ass cheeks, spreading them apart and running several fingers into her asshole.

Anais looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the foot of the large bed her owner provided her. She knew the bed and mirror were not for her enjoyment — nothing in her quarters was for her enjoyment — but she did like to look at herself. Her owner treated her well while she was pregnant. Abundant supplies of creams and lotions to minimize stretch marks. Pumps for the milk that seemed to flow endlessly from her large tits. Hair brushes, lipstick, eyeliner, blush — he demanded that she always look presentable anytime he deigned to descend the stairs from his home and use her.

The quarters were comfortable in their own windowless way. With each pregnancy, he removed her burden swiftly and quietly, to allow her time to recover from giving birth unaided. She kept the space clean; he fed her well. She had an extensive library of books to read, an endless supply of extreme porn on DVDs, sketch pads and artist’s pencils for her creative urges; what more could she want?

And really, that he allowed her no clothes was of little consequence to Anais. What did she need clothes for, anyway? She was perpetually naked and available to her owner, never went out, and in the three-plus years he owned her, only her owner had seen her.

He’d gotten her pregnant within a few weeks of her arrival in her quarters. Probability worked to his advantage. He’d fucked her in every hole for hours on end, always cumming in her cunt no matter how he began using her. At first, Anais marveled at his stamina and how quickly he recovered. He could use her five or six times, let her sleep, and then take her another four times.


Enjoy! 
LinK; https://www.lotscave.com/ebooks/author/mike-kokadjo.php
                       

So Ive ben keeping a eye on that preggo fantasy writerat Lots Cave and findly bought one of his boosk. Not all of them is rough stuff, but he does do alot of BDSM with the one series but he also has this new one Sharing My Pregnant Wife and this is a peice of it. Not realy BDSM and only $4. 

Sorry I dont type so well and he def rwrites better then me but her it is:

My wife Valeria is carrying twins. Her belly is enormous, round, smooth, and (so far) free of stretch marks. Of course her belly is perfect — I massage it, apply oils and lotions, and unload cum on it every day and every night. She quietly rubs my cum into her taut skin from just under her tits down to her shaved cunt. She looks up at me and smiles and uses her fingers to spread my cum over her distended belly. She pushes the cum into little rolling waves, then smears it across her stretched belly. Then she licks her fingers. I love fucking my wife anytime, but when she’s pregnant, I am consumed by her jutting, thrusting, gorgeous belly.
 
You and I aren’t the only ones, you know. A lot of guys — even some gals — enjoy a pregnant woman. To me (maybe to you) a pregnant woman is the height of femininity. Fucked by some massive cock and filled with cum over and over until the seed is planted, until she’s so full of cum that it leaks out of her gash like a waterfall in a cleft of rock, she grows big and full.

She displays her belly to everyone, a public announcement that she opened her cunt to a man’s big dick and took his seed, prized it, and nurtured it. Her belly is her confession that she services her man, she pleases his big dick, she takes his cum. In my wife’s case, my big dick and my cum.

I’m not big-big. Big normal big. She measures my cock from time to time, because she keeps saying when I stay at my goal weight my cock looks bigger. She says it’s just under eight inches of thick, sturdy dick. Plenty to please her. Thick, meaty head and long, straight shaft. Two hefty balls always pumping out sperm and a healthy prostate always pumping out cum. Mix, stir, erupt. Three or four times a day.

Please understand, my wife is deferential to me, not afraid of me. From long before our wedding night she concentrated on my happiness before her own.
Blowjobs.

Back seat, late-night fucks in the driveway of her parents’ house.

Titjobs in restaurant bathroom stalls.

She was daring in her own way, but deferential to me and shy around other men. She liked me to be happy. She sometimes got off just by opening her mouth and ass to me until I spewed and she pushed it out into her own hand. She’d stare at me and lick my cum from her own palm and then shiver and moan, and her cunt would drip like the kitchen faucet. She could cum simply from pleasing me.

So when I got her pregnant, she nested in a serious way. She asked me if I wanted her to quit her job to stay home and get our house ready for our new arrival. She asked me if she minded if she bought one of those body pillows. She asked me to help her pick out nursing bras so her tits could stick way the fuck out from about her second month on, her nipples available for my enjoyment when we were shopping, dining out, or just driving. She asked me if I’d be okay with her no longer wearing panties and only wearing dresses and skirts so I could have access to what was mine, whenever I wanted. She asked me everything.

I told her she could buy all the nursing bras she wanted, and maybe after the baby came she could still wear them so I could always get to her tits. She nodded and ordered about nine nursing bras.

I told her she could stay home; we had plenty of savings and I had a good job.

I told her I didn’t want her wearing panties ever, and skirts and dresses would be fine. I told her I wanted to fuck her in parking garages and elevators and in darkened theatres. Her cunt got sopping wet when I said those things. It dripped when I did those things.

I didn’t know she interpreted that permission to stay home to mean she would stop wearing clothes around the house. But she did. I came home from work one afternoon and there she was, sitting naked on the entry hall carpet. Just sitting, bare-assed on the carpet. Her legs were folded under her with her thighs spread apart to show me her cunt. Her tits were gently rising and falling with every breath, the nipples rigid and stabbing the air. I could see her cunt had deposited a little staining pool of pussy juice on the carpet. She must have been there for a while, simply waiting for me, waiting to please her man.

Right there, right then, she asked me if she should suck my cock.

I said, sure, why the hell not? And then she explained that she would stay home and stay naked and always be ready for me when I came home. She explained that on weekends and my days off, she would always be available to me, to open herself for me and do whatever I asked of her. She wanted me to be happy with her as my stay-at-home wife. She wanted me to know my cock was very important to her.

I think she thought I’d be jealous of the baby she was protecting in her womb. As I watched her belly grow, I was not at all jealous.
I was turned on, yes, but not jealous.

She kept telling me that, after the baby, she would still be available to me. She said the doctor told her she would have to stay away from cunt/dick sex for a few weeks, but she was up for anything else. Titfucks, she said. Cocksucking, she said. Anal, she said.

You have to understand, my wife is beautiful but not the kind of woman who enters a room and pulls every guy’s focus. She is shy around other men, polite and self-effacing around other women. Blessed with long, gently curling dusty-blonde hair, she’s about seven inches shorter than I am but has one of those curvy, fit bodies with naturally big tits and wide hips and creamy, full thighs. And she has an ass that looks the way a master sculptor would carve the perfect ass in pure white marble. She is blessed with a cunt mound that we keep trimmed and neat, showing off a proud cunt that always forms camel toes in bikinis, pants, tights.
And now, sweeping out under those big tits and overshadowing that thick-lipped, self-advertising cunt, she carried a seven-month pregnant belly cradling twins. She played with it. She let me play with it. She did a slight squat and then hefted her belly for me, raising it and lowering it and brushing it up against my cock. She grinned and laughed a trilling, light laugh of complete happiness and then stroked my cock until I surged cum onto that belly, and then she smiled and murmured satisfied sounds and smeared my cum all over her so I knew she was marked as mine.

We started playing a game, her naked body moving around the house with me slow-chasing her. Come and find me, come and get me! Come and nail your pregnant wife! She hid behind a door — her belly jutted out. She hid beside the refrigerator — her belly stuck out. Where, O where can my little wife be? Just behind that magnificent, bulging belly, that’s where.

We’re opposites, clearly. Sure, I have this hungry cock and she’s got her thirsty cunt, but I mean more opposite than cock and cunt. She’s also deferential, even submissive, and I’m more of a dominator. So from the get-go she just let me decide things, plan things, direct things, direct her.
Order her.

Control her.

That first day coming home to find her kneeling on the entry hall carpet, asking if I wanted a blowjob, told me a lot. A lot a lot. I had a submissive, obedient wife. A pregnant, beautiful but obedient wife.

I could live with that.

Sometimes, with her on all fours on the bed and me assfucking her again until my nuts were about to shrivel and die from cumming so much, worrying thoughts raced through my mind.
I looked down onto this perfect, plump ass shaking and moving with my thrusts. I looked at my thick cock going in and out of her stretched little whorl of flesh, her tiny asshole stretched wide to take me.

I leaned over her and ran my hands down over her belly, hanging low like some rutting farm animal, and then I ran my hands up over her big, dropped tits. And then I pulled her hair to raise her head up and thrust really hard into her and she made whimpering, moaning, guttural sounds.



I can't rwite anymore but I aslo put in some picts of the covers. Let me know what you think!