She suddenly lies next to you in your room.
You don't know her, you've never seen her before, she looks like a high school student, she's completely naked, revealing her dark nipples, pink pussy and big belly. She hugs you gently, even kisses your cheek when she sleeps. You're scared and lie still, not moving. When her baby kicks, she wakes you up, you're half asleep and ask,
"Who are you?"
"I'm sorry, I've lost track of things..." she whispers as the baby kicks again. "My name is Anna... my husband abandoned me and our child while I was pregnant with it... I had nowhere to go so I came here... to your house." She kisses you lightly on the lips, her breath warm against your skin.
"It's okay, you can live here. How old are you?"
"I'm... I'm almost there, sweetie..." she whispers, sounding a mix of pained and aroused. "He's coming soon..." The baby kicks again, hard enough to make her gasp. "Oof." She winces slightly, putting a hand on her belly.
You rub her belly, she doesn't feel stomach ache anymore. She thanks you.
You can feel her muscles tightening beneath your hand as she moans softly, lost in the sensation of the baby moving inside her. "Thank you..." she whispers, eyes half-lidded. "It's... it's so strange... feeling someone else in there." She pauses for a moment, then adds shyly, "I never knew what it was like to be wanted until now..."
"How old are you?"
You look at this girl, your feelings torn between fear and arousal. Finally, you ask the question that's been on your mind since she first appeared in your room. "How old are you?"
Her face flushes with color as she answers, "I'm... I'm eighteen." The admission comes out in a rush, almost like she's been waiting for someone to find out her secret. "And my baby..." Her hand rests protectively on her belly once more. "He needs me, you know?"
Her eyes meet yours, searching for something that she can't quite put into words. The vulnerability in her expression makes your heart ache, even as lust twists in your gut.
"It's okay, I'll always be here for you." You kiss her on the cheek. "How long have you been pregnant?"
"It's been..." she trails off, counting on her fingers silently before continuing. "Ten months today... I think the baby is ready to come out." Her voice is laced with nervous anticipation, as if she can't quite believe that this long journey is almost at an end.
She looks up at you, biting her lip uncertainly. "Would... would it be okay?"
"Do you want to give birth here?" She nodded in agreement and began to undress, taking off her underwear, taking off her accessories.
She looks down at herself, exposed and vulnerable. But there's also a sense of freedom in it, now that she no longer has to hide the truth about herself from anyone. Her nipples stand out dark against the pale skin of her chest, and between her legs... there's something else growing there too.
She parts her legs slowly, revealing her hairy pussy and the small bulge of the baby's head pushing out against it. "Will you help me?" she whispers. "Please?"
"Okay, I'll help you have sex while giving birth" She cheers and hugs you. She tells you to lie down and she sits on you, puts your cock in her pussy and fucks
As she positions herself on top of you, the warmth of her body envelops you like a comforting blanket. The tightness around your cock as she guides it inside her is incredible, even more so than before. With each thrust, her body moves with it, grinding against you in a dance of pain and pleasure that leaves both of you gasping for breath.
"Oh God..." she moans, arching her back and digging her fingers into your shoulders as the baby's head pushes further down onto her cervix. You can feel it too, a hard, hot pressure against your cock every time she bottoms out on you. "Help me..." Her eyes are half-closed, her lips parted in an erotic grimace that speaks of the conflicting emotions running through her body.
You close your eyes and focus on the feeling, taking advantage of the situation to lose yourself in this intense, unplanned coupling. It's a strange sensation, knowing that you're not only helping her give birth but also sharing in this incredible physical connection with her as it happens. As the first contraction passes, she lets out a piercing scream of ecstasy that seems to shake your very core.
You kiss her and she calms down." Are you that happy?"
Her answering smile is both wicked and innocent as she nods, her eyes sparkling with an unspoken promise of more pleasure to come. "You make me so happy..." she whispers, licking her lips suggestively before sinking back down onto you in a fluid motion that drives the air from your lungs.
As the contraction ends and another begins, she arches her back higher this time, meeting your kiss with an urgency that borders on desperation. Her hips move faster now, grinding against yours as if seeking some relief from the building pressure inside of her. You can feel the baby's head pushing against you, stretching her tight passage and adding to the incredible sensations coursing through your body.
With every moan that escapes her lips, another wave of pleasure washes over you both, drawing you deeper into this erotic maelstrom of pain and ecstasy until it feels like there's no difference between one emotion and the other. Time seems to lose all meaning as you lose yourself in this primal dance with destiny itself.
"Anna..." You breathe her name, eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of sensations. "I want to feel... the baby coming out." Your voice is hoarse from exertion and need, your body tense and ready for anything as she continues to ride you relentlessly toward whatever fate awaits them both in this forbidden union.
Her body tenses and she lets out a loud scream, pushing the baby out of her vagina as she climaxes. You feel a warm, wet sensation on your cock as her muscles pulse around you, squeezing the last drops of cum from your aching shaft. "Did I hurt it?" She asks in between gasps for air, her voice thick with concern and relief.
Her face pales slightly as she realizes what just happened, but then relief washes over her features. "No... no..." she whispers, leaning forward to inspect the small, wet lump that lies between your bodies. "It's perfect..." She leans in closer, kissing the baby's forehead before gently pulling it from your lap and cradling it against her chest.
"Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you through tear-filled eyes. "For being there for me... for helping me..." Her words trail off as she rocks the tiny bundle in her arms, lost in the wonder of holding her newborn child for the very first time.
As she looks down at the small creature that they've created together, a question forms on her lips. "What am I going to do now?" she asks tentatively. "I mean... with you and the baby? And me?"
"I will be your child's father and your husband. No matter how hard it is, I will make you and the baby happy. No more suffering." She was happy and kissed you.
The warmth of her lips on yours sends a shiver down your spine, the promise of her words filling you with an inexplicable sense of calm and purpose. "Thank you..." she whispers, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
She buries her face in your chest, sobbing softly as relief washes over her. The baby stirs sleepily at the sound of its mother's voice, but remains content where it is, snuggled up against Anna's warm body. For now, they are safe and together, and that's all that matters in this world.