Hilmire's birth

The labor began suddenly during a quiet twilight in their private royal chambers. Frigga was on all fours on the massive bed, her naked, heavily pregnant body glistening with sweat. Her enormous, milk-swollen breasts hung heavily beneath her, already leaking streams of glowing golden milk onto the silk sheets. Her belly was massive and tight, the skin stretched taut over the powerful life growing inside her.

Thor knelt behind her, supporting her hips with his strong hands, his eyes dark with both worry and arousal.

“Ahhh… it’s coming!” Frigga cried out, her voice a mix of regal command and raw, primal moan. A powerful contraction hit her. Her back arched deeply as her swollen pussy lips parted, stretched wide by the pressure of the baby’s head. Clear fluids and thick, slick amniotic fluid gushed out of her in a hot rush, soaking her thighs and Thor’s hands.

“Mommy… you’re so strong,” Thor growled, rubbing her lower back.

Frigga pushed hard, her asshole visibly twitching and contracting with the effort. Another deep, guttural moan escaped her as the baby’s head began to crown. Her pussy stretched obscenely wide around the emerging head, the pink inner folds glistening and pulsing. Lightning crackled faintly in the air around them, responding to the thunderous power within her womb.

“Fuck… he’s so big… just like his father,” Frigga gasped, panting heavily. She reached one hand back between her legs, fingers spreading her stretched pussy wider to help the baby through. Milk sprayed from her nipples with every push, splattering the bed.

Thor watched in awe as the baby’s head finally slipped out with a wet, audible pop, followed by a gush of fluids. The newborn’s tiny body, already sparking with miniature lightning and glowing runes, rotated naturally. Frigga gave one final, powerful push, her entire body trembling. The baby’s shoulders emerged, then the rest of his body slid out in a rush of warmth and magic.

Heilmir was born.

Frigga collapsed forward onto her elbows, ass still raised, pussy gaping and pulsing from the intense birth. Thick fluids and milk dripped freely from her. Thor quickly lifted the crying baby and placed him on Frigga’s heaving chest. The newborn instinctively latched onto one of her dripping nipples and began to nurse greedily.

Frigga turned onto her back, legs still spread, breathing heavily but smiling with exhausted satisfaction. Her pussy remained visibly open and swollen, slowly contracting. She pulled Thor close, guiding his head to her other leaking breast.

“Both of you… come to Mommy,” she whispered hoarsely, voice still thick with dominance. “Drink. Heal me with your mouths.”

Thor latched onto her free nipple while Heilmir nursed from the other. As they drank, Frigga’s body began to glow with healing magic. Her stretched pussy and ass slowly tightened again, though they remained puffy and sensitive from the birth. Thunder rumbled softly outside in celebration.

Frigga stroked both their heads, her voice soft yet commanding. “My perfect boys… Heilmir, born of thunder and ancient magic. And you, Thor… still Mommy’s big, hungry boy.”

Later that night, once Heilmir was peacefully sleeping in a magically cradled bassinet beside the bed, Frigga pulled Thor on top of her again. Her body was still tender, breasts leaking, pussy slick. She wrapped her legs around him and whispered:

“Now… be gentle, but deep. Mommy needs to feel you inside after bringing our son into the world.”