Firstborn

The next several days confirmed Farangis' fear. Her breasts grew larger and felt itchy. She constantly felt tired and nauseous. But the most visible proof was that her belly swelled at an incredible rate. Each morning she woke up, she found it become bigger than the last day.

By the time she reached halfway, her belly had become so enormous. She worried that she could not reach the temple at this speed. But days after days passed and she still showed no sign of popping. Her belly simply kept growing, albeit slower. If this was a normal pregnancy, she must be long overdue.

But everything would come to an end.

One day, Farangis woke up feeling unwell. Touching her belly, she could feel a lot of movements under her skin. The baby rolled and squirmed like it was trying to bust out of her. The weight pressed into her pelvis became heavier than ever.

Farangis had worked as a midwife before and gained a lot of knowledge about childbirth. She knew this was the early signs of labor. The baby was about to arrive in this world. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning. But a baby this size would come along with a lot of pain, and maybe a mortal danger to the mother.

She had thought of visiting the nearest village and calling a midwife but quickly dismissed that thought. People would recognize her as a priestess from her clothes and she didn't want to bring shame to the Temple of Mithra.

It's my fault to be careless. I must endure this by myself. Alone.

She wandered around all day to find a suitable place to give birth. It wasn't until dusk fell that she found the right place.

She tied both horses to a tree nearby and gathered wood to make a campfire. Then she spread a clean sheet on the ground, took off her clothes, and sat on the sheet, waiting for the inevitable.

It didn’t take long before she felt her belly tightened, then a clenched sensation ran through her body. She heard a little "pop" sound and fluids oozed out from between her legs. The water has been broken. The childbirth has officially begun.

At first, the sensation was even pleasured. She moaned as contractions made her pussy feel good. She got through almost an hour before the first twinge of pain hit.

Farangis was writhing and moaning. Both her arms gripped the sheet tightly and she began to change from sitting up straight to leaning backward. Her legs spread widely, ready to bring a new life to this world.

“Fuck,” she groaned as another contraction hit. It only lasted for a minute before the fist-clenching her insides loosened.

“Okay, okay,” she talked to herself. “The Djinns will bless me.”

She tried moving again but slower this time. She held the bulge in her hand, feeling it rise and fall as she breathed. My core tightened again, this time sending pain through her body like an electric shock. She breathed in deep and let it out slowly, like what she had advised other birthing women.

“Ugh,” Farangis moaned as my belly squeezed and hardened. The pain had become more intense, and the pressure in the base of her pelvis made her feel like her bones were broken apart.

“I can hear you, baby,” She said, rubbing her belly. The beach ball-sized orb was still a little tighter than it should’ve been. “Just a little more and we can meet face to face.”

The bottom of her stomach was starting to hang downward a bit and she could feel the weight of the baby shifted to her underbelly. It's moving toward the birth canal.

​ As the pain intensified, a burn spread through her center. She gripped both sides of my belly as it tightened up hard as a rock. The labor pain radiated from her belly to every limb of her body. And the urge to push only made it that much worse. She moaned and groaned out loud this time, unable to hold it in.

​ She tried to look down but she couldn’t see over her still swollen belly. But she could feel her pussy stretched to its farthest point. It was so strange how the sensation made me even hornier. She was birthing a baby for him it was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.

​ “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Farangis cried as the pleasure only intensified with the pain. The sore on her pussy indicated that the baby was crowning.

She groaned as the head popped out. She could feel it start to rotate inside of her and she inhaled a long breath. Then she pushed with every bit of her strength and the baby was out.

Holding the baby in her hands, Farangis first looked at the genitalia. It's a baby girl.

She breathed out a sigh of relief. The words of the ghost still haunted her, she feared that if the baby was a boy, he would kill Arslan when he grew up.

She cut the umbilical cord, pushed out the placenta, and then cleaned up the mess. Then she finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell **** instantly.