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The Face of the Heir

18+ fiction, no minors allowed.

Contains: Childbirth, self birth denial, ftm pregnancy (using afab terms for anatomy), labor, fantasy elements/races, graphic descriptions, difficult birth, pushingthebabybackin, about 7.2k words

{ A desperate knight starts to crown in his suit of armor as he escapes the dungeon. He hopes to delay the baby until he can get back home, but the way his armor squeezes his belly isn't helping.}

Inspired by @ringofend

“Gah!”

Sasha’s sword connected with the minotaur's waist, slicing a quarter of the way through it. The beast recoiled and roared in pain. He looked angrier than ever. Still, Sasha smirked under his helmet.

He had the upper hand now.

As the beast clumsily galloped towards him, Sasha planted his feet and held his sword like a baseball bat.

“That's it, come and get me!” He challenged.

The minotaur sped towards him and he lowered his stance. He squeezed the hilt of his sword and watched as the horrid creature sprinted his way. He roared in pain and fury, blinded by it. He couldn't even tell what Sasha was doing until he was lured into his next move.

As soon as the minotaur was upon him, he took his sword and swung as hard as he could. As he felt the meat of the brute, a sting suddenly hit him in his hips.

He cringed as he finished the job. The creature didn't even have the chance to blink before its head hit the ground.

The sting came with a long winded ache that spread its appendages through his whole body like vines. Knowing that there were no others coming. He ripped his helmet off and gasped.

His thick black coils rushed down to the middle of his back. The two locs on his sideburns and his bangs fell into his face as he found himself with his hands on his knees. He closed his eyes, riding out the pain. He must have overexerted himself.

“Ugh.” He groaned. “At least there aren't any more.”

Just as he started to catch his breath, he felt it. The pop that came from him was too quiet to hear, but he felt it when something dribbled down his leg. His eyes snapped open and he looked down at the ground. A couple red droplets had begun to soak into the dirt beneath him. His underwear was covered in something thick and slimy. Probably the mucus plug.

“Shit!”

His armor was too tight for him to take a deep breath and it was definitely too tight for his gravid belly. When it was on, he looked as flat as ever, but now he could feel his sides and back pressing against the metal with every breath.

“No, this was the last one!” He pleaded.

But his labor had already started, he could tell. Now, if he wanted to get his money for hunting that minotaur, he had to hurry up.

After the pain passed, he reached for the monster’s head and turned it over. His horns were sublime. He had what seemed like a white goatee on his chin, in fact, his whole body was snow white. His eyes were very pale and he looked like he had been healthy up until now. A minotaur with albinism was very rare. This could make him a lot of money.

Then, he noticed that the horns had gold caps and frowned. He turned it again. On its left ear was a tag with an ID number on it. The rest was a bit faded, it had probably been in the dungeon for a while. But this meant that someone had owned this thing.

Hopefully, nobody would come looking for it.

~~~

Sasha panted heavily, feeling the weight of the minotaur’s head on his back. This was supposed to be his last quest until he had the baby. Just one last time to scrape together some easy money.

For a knight, fighting in the dungeon was easy enough. People paid lots of money for monster parts, whether for spells, potions, or trophies. He just had to get this head to his newest benefactor and go home before he had to give birth.

Quickly he took a torch from the wall and struck a match. The flame burst high into the air before settling down. He could see just ahead of him, but not much else, so he would have to step carefully.

As he walked, his armor became hot, squeezing against his sweaty skin. His curly hair stuck to his head and neck and he panted through another contraction.

He was making good time; just a few more minutes and he’d be back on the main floor of the wretched place. From there, he would reach the surface. The person he was selling this head to told him that he had a carriage waiting to take him to the town where his shop was. If he could just walk a little faster, it wouldn't be long before he could push out this baby.

Suddenly, a burst of pain struck him like a lightning bolt. His body tensed and he could feel the baby moving. It seemed that his body was trying to force him to give birth, but he couldn't do that. He stopped and leaned against the wall, dropping the bag with the minotaur's head. His armor squeezed him tightly. It made the pressure that much greater, as if his middle was being choked. He had barely managed to get it on in the first place.

His legs shook under him as he panted through a contraction. He could feel steady drops falling from him, almost in time with the echoing drips of the water in the dungeon. He held the torch tightly and away from him, making sure that he was safe. The light bouncing off of the stone walls highlighted the urgent state that he was in. He had to keep moving.

He panted heavily and with shallow puffs of air. Too much pressure and this baby would be in his pants before he could even think about the main floor. Shortly, the baby’s head stopped moving downward, though he could still feel pressure from it and the sack of water that had yet to break.

Finally, he straightened himself back up and ran his hand down the smooth metal of his armor. As he walked, he could feel the baby's head pressing against his cervix, trying to push past it. He laid a hand on his tight, aching belly through the armor and hissed out a breath. “Okay, just hold on.” He pleaded senselessly.

Knowing that he was on limited time, he took the bag and lugged it on his back again. In spite of the discomfort, he forced himself to move forward. His baby needed to be born at home, not in a dank, dangerous dungeon that had barely any light. He needed to be home, where it was comfortable and clean. Where he was sure to be alone and could scream and cry his offspring out as hard as he could with no one bothering him. He had to make it.

As he cautiously continued, the dungeon started to become warmer. Weak beams of sunlight parted through the hole in the ground that led to the main floor. Sasha let out a shaky breath and smashed the torch against the wall, putting it out.

He was almost to the surface, but he still had to sell this head in town. He wrenched his eyes shut as another smarting wave washed over him. His swollen lips throbbed under his clothes. He felt almost suffocated, feeling the baby's head growing lower inside of him. His pussy couldn't breathe in all this heat.

He pressed on and walked up to the sunlight. Hanging from the ceiling of the main floor was a rope ladder, stretching up to where he needed to go. He looked at every rung that he could see and his eyes watered. Even with his belly tightly against him, it was going to be a hard climb.

He looked around, wishing that he had kept the torch. Maybe there was another way out? Still, the sunlight only stretched a few feet outwards, he had no idea if there was another path to take nearby.

As he debated his chances, he felt a strong kick from the inside. Instinctively, he reached down and touched the spot where he felt it. His labor was progressing and his baby didn't have a lot of room, it pressed down on his cervix like a ten pound weight.

So, he gritted his teeth, it was now or never. Cautiously, he made sure that the beast was secured to his back. If that thing fell, this whole excursion would be for nothing.

Forcing himself to steady his hands, he grabbed onto the rope, just slightly over his head and pulled himself up. He could already feel his core tightening with effort, the last thing that he wanted since he was trying to keep his baby inside of him. But, he had to keep climbing.

The head ground into his cervix, sending shooting pains into his hips. His legs shook under him and he gripped the rope like a vice in his hands. The urge to push pounded in his belly, and he couldn't help but whimper as it kneaded itself beneath his armor.

Hot tears slipped out of his eyes and disappeared as they hit the ground below. He had barely started climbing and he already felt overwhelmed. He gripped the rope tighter, feeling his hands burning red.

“Come on. Come on!” He urged himself through clenched teeth.

The pain didn't pass, but he still put one hand over the other and pulled himself up. He tried to put all of the work into his arms, but his body was still trying to force him to push.

His cervix was red hot and had begun to stretch under the pressure of the baby's head. Fluid dribbled down his pant leg as he climbed. He held back against the contractions. He was the one in control, not his bodily urges. He had to get home, even though he knew that he didn't have much time left.

He felt the head beginning to spread his cervix open. His belly spasmed impatiently, trying to birth the baby on its own. He gritted his teeth and reached up again, feeling a bare stretch of rope.

He twisted his legs tightly around a rung and gripped it with his right hand; with his left, he gripped the ground above him. The dirt sunk under his hand. He just had to pull himself up a little bit more.

He shimmied up the rope and pulled himself out of the hole. He made sure that he was just above the ground, in hopes of a safe landing. Finally, he swung it and jumped off, landing on his feet on solid ground.

The sudden jump was too much for his altered center of gravity. He felt himself starting to fall back. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the hole right behind him. If he fell on, there was no way that he and his baby would get home safely. He held out his arms to steady himself and leaned forward. His knees buckled under him, and bent, putting him into a low, badly balanced squat.

He took a moment to breathe as his heart raced. It wasn't very effective because of his armor, but he had to try something. When he felt more balanced, he tried to stand, but another contraction burned through his body. He doubled over, holding onto himself. Through the armor, that did nothing but make him more aware of how trapped he felt.

The urge to push ran through his whole body. He felt as if he were being squeezed from the inside out. Before he could think, he found himself bearing down with the contraction. He wanted to stop, but theHe pressure was too much. He just couldn't help it anymore. He kneeled on the ground and pushed just above the dirty floor. He didn't know how much more of this that he could take. If he pushed past a certain point, the baby would be born before he even sold the minotaur. That was the exact thing that he was trying to avoid.

Despite his worries, he didn't stop. Pain and relief washed over him as his cervix parted. He felt another, thicker pop and a thick gush soaked his pants and underwear. He leaned into it, nearly falling onto his hands and knees. Desperate moans escaped his plump lips. He could feel the baby's head spreading him out from below, filling him up.

“Oh God.” He whispered.

Then, the contraction ended. He nearly jumped to feel himself through his wet pants. His lips weren't bulging yet, so the baby was still high up. His water had finally broken, but he could still make it if he was fast enough.

As he processed this, he moved his hand from his pulsing pussy. Through his clothes, it brushed against his clit. Before he even knew what happened, he cried out in arousal. His exclamation echoed through the castle, sounding like a wounded animal.

Quickly, he clamped his mouth and started to stand. If anyone else was here, he really hoped that they didn't hear that. After a moment, he was back on his feet with his hands on his knees.

Even though he wasn't contracting right now, he still felt so tight. All he wanted to do was strip his armor, spread his legs and bring this head to a crown. But he had to do it somewhere cleaner.

As more water dribbled down his leg, he took in the deepest breath that he could and felt his back. The minotaur was still strapped securely to him. Now that he was on the main floor, he’d be home in no time. There was just one more thing to do.

Sasha walked through the main floor of the dungeon, breathing slowly and lightly. Soon, he was out of the door, crossing the bridge over a long dried moat. Then, he looked back at the castle. The structure was a chalky grey from the weather and it was barely holding up. Bricks laid around it and in the old moat. Surrounding the castle was a small stretch of forest that had concealed it for years before adventurers started to sift through the ruins.

He turned away, knowing that he would see it again as soon as he recovered. He wasn't exactly excited about it, but he made a good living selling monster parts. He’d make it work.

The baby's head hadn't moved in a while, but they were kicking up a storm. Everything hurt. His ribs felt bruised, his stomach was weak, his arms were sore from the climb and his hips felt like they couldn't stretch any wider. He could feel his belly tightening under his armor, trying to force him to push again.

Still, he persevered, following the sunlight out of the decrepit, dirty castle. He sighed in relief, feeling the warmth of the outside world penetrate his skin. Briskly, he pushed his hair out of his face and started down the trail out of the woods. He could feel his cervix starting to give way as he walked. He gritted his teeth and tried to walk as lightly as possible, hoping to slow down the birth of his baby.

He pushed through the woods, occasionally slicing thorns that were near his face. The terrain made it harder to walk, especially with his hips full from his child. The ground was uneven and rocky. He had to step over fallen logs and large rocks that littered the woods. Everytime he lifted his legs, he could feel his baby starting to slip past his cervix. His belly squirmed and lurched in his armor, like it had a mind of its own. He gritted his teeth and kept walking, trying to ignore the discomfort.

Sasha cut down another thorny branch, just wanting to get to the carriage; but in his haste, he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking. As soon as the branch was out of the way, he felt his foot catch on something and his heart dropped.

Before he could try to keep himself standing, the ground rushed up towards him and he fell flat against the dirt. His chest hit the ground first, knocking the wind out of him. The clang of metal echoed through the trees as he fell on his stomach.

He gasped on impact, shocked by sudden pain. The baby's head popped into his birth canal. Without thinking, he tightened his core, trying to get up and the head slipped further. In the blink of an eye, he felt his pussy slowly open and the head started to crown in his underwear.

“Shit!” He cried.

This couldn't be happening! He pulled off his bag, turned over on his back. His muscles tensed and pushed the baby father, splitting him open. As soon as he sat up, he looked down. A bulge filled out the crotch of his brown pants, soaked in liquid.

He stared at it, stunned tears falling from his eyes. He panted heavily, feeling the head rock in and out of his throbbing cunt. For a moment, he watched as it pulsed in his pants, waiting for him to push it out.

What do I do? He thought.

The sounds of his panicked breaths echoed in his ears and his heartbeat thundered throughout his body. He had to do something, he didn't want to have this baby in the middle of the woods. He still had to get to town. He needed the money!

So slowly, with a trembling hand, Sasha reached down and clutched the baby’s head. It was warm and wet. He wasn't sure if this baby could possibly know what was happening, but he hoped that this was the best thing that he could do for now.

Just as slowly as he had touched it, he steeled his fingers and gritted his teeth. Then, he pressed down, forcing the head back inside of himself. Fluid dropped from him, staining the dirt a red brown.

“Oh God!” He cried in pain.

His belly shook and began to squeeze itself again. He threw his head back and forced himself to push his baby back in. His weary body made it clear that this was the exact opposite of what he should be doing. His ears rang and his head throbbed. His now battered vagina ached from the sudden stretch and twitched, trying to push the baby back out, but he couldn't let it.

Tears fell from his eyes and he choked on them as his throat began to swell. He gasped for air, reciting silent prayers and wishes in his head. His cervix spread back out, taking the child into it. He felt short, quick bursts of anguish dart through his constricted belly. Sobbing so heavily that he choked on air, he pressed on, in spite of everything that his body wanted.

Just hold on a little while longer.

Finally, the baby's head was just behind his opening, reversing the efforts of his womb as much as he could. He let out a deep sigh, letting out his pain through breath. He didn't think he could get any farther. If he took off his gear to try, the baby would explode from him before he could finish.

He crawled to a thick tree and held onto its bark. Trying to use as little of his core as possible, he pulled himself to his feet. His knees wobbled under him. If he fell again, there was no way that he was getting back up. Sasha leaned against the tree, panting through the pain. He held his belly, silently pleading for his body to let him keep going.

After a few quick breaths, he felt stable enough to walk again. Gradually, he pulled himself from the tree. When his hand left the strong trunk, he noticed a red handprint had been left behind. His eyes shot down to his hands, his left that he had used to delay the baby, was covered in drying blood.

“Shit.” He hissed.

If his hand was bloody, then he was definitely bloody too. What had he done? He stopped for a moment, waiting. At first he only felt aftershocks from his last contraction. His eyes opened wide and he reached down for his belly, even though he couldn't feel it properly.

“Please.” He whispered.

There was a moment of silence, until a strong kick hit him from the inside. He released the deepest breath that he had taken in a while. He rubbed the belly of his armor, soothing himself.

“I’ve got to hurry up.”

Taking the hilt of his sword, he used it as a walking stick and continued through the woods.

~~~

The sun was even brighter without the cover of the foliage. He shielded his eyes from its bright beams. He scanned the distance with squinted eyes, until they landed on a bright red coach, glistening under the sun. Two chocolate brown steeds were fastened to it with black leather harnesses. The reins were in the hands of a dwarf who kept his eyes forward.

“Sir!”

The dwarf turned his head and his big brown eyes focused on him.

“You Sasha Cullen?” He asked, his voice deep and raspy.

Sasha tried to speak, but his voice caught in his tear swollen throat. He nodded, trying not to look suspicious.

The dwarf coach driver seemed completely uninterested in him. He turned right towards the road and waved him forward.

“Come on. The boss is waiting for you.” He rasped.

His boss was known by the name of Uriel Castellan. He was a tall, beefy orc who’s favorite activities were to intimidate and tell jokes that didn't land. He was from a powerful family. From what he knew, they became nobles after Uriel’s great grandfather slayed a dragon that was after the king’s oldest daughter.

Other than that, he didn't know much about him, except that he was sometimes harsh with his words and only accepted quality items. Good thing that he had managed to cut this minotaur down relatively easily.

Sasha hobbled into the carriage. As soon as he sat down, he felt his baby slip down. He winced, feeling the head come to a teardrop shape inside of him. He was so close to town, they just had to hold on.

The carriage seemed to bounce over every rock and pothole in the road. Sasha held onto his seat, trying not to cry out. The entire ride rocked his body and made the fact that he was about to give birth even more apparent. The head stayed in place since he was sitting, but the baby shook in his birth canal, stretching him further. His hips ached against what should have been a cushy seat, but the pain made it impossible to get comfortable.

He took short, quick breaths, trying not to add any more pressure to this ordeal. He looked out of the window to distract himself and saw the town approaching. He smiled to himself and rubbed his sweaty forehead.

They were finally here, all he had to do now was keep it together and make this sale. Easier said than done. They stopped in front of Uriel’s mansion on the west side of town.

The marble building stretched wide enough to be a suitable inn. Tall, strong ionic columns held up the structure. The front doors were taller than most races and made from rich, swirling mahogany. The yard was expansive, with dark green grass covering every inch of it. A path led from the house to the road and a dragon shaped fountain stood in the center of it. Showing off the family legacy.

Even though Sasha had been here many times before, the sight of it never got old. Suddenly, a click pulled him out of his stupor. The dwarf driver opened the door and pointed a firm hand towards the mansion.

Sasha nodded, feeling his face heat up. “Thank you.” He said, slowly walking down the steps.

The driver climbed back up to his perch and threw the horses some grains to eat. Sasha let out another deep sigh and pulled the gold door knockers. He stepped back, listening for anything from inside of the house.

A moment later, the tap of hard soled shoes echoed from the building. Heavy footsteps carried them. The door opened and Sasha found himself staring into a pair of brown eyes.

“Oh, you're finally here.” A deep voice boomed. Sasha looked up to the large man, holding the straps of his bag.

“Yes. Am I late?” He asked.

Uriel’s eyes shifted as he looked to the grandfather clock that Sasha knew was in the hallway, even though he couldn't see it right now. He had practically memorized the layout of this house because of how often he had been here. How often he had stayed.

He smiled and opened the door, revealing himself. “Not yet.”

Uriel Castellan was one of the biggest men that Sasha had ever seen. He stood at 8 feet and 5 inches tall, he was built like a stonewall, wide and strong. His skin was a lighter, slightly yellow shade of green and his hair was straight and black. His nose was wide and he had a gauged septum piercing. His lips were heavily scared and typically in a snarl, and two subtly yellow tinted tusks justed up from his mouth and up to his nose.

“Well, come on. Don't just stand there, I’m sure you have other things to do.” He said.

Sasha smiled weakly. “You don't know the half of it.” He joked.

Uriel threw his head back and started to wheeze, then burst out into hearty laughter. “That’s a good one, Cullen.” He replied.

Sasha simply gritted his teeth and followed him.

Soon after, they arrived in Uriel’s study. Honestly, the only other things he probably did there was read and play board games, but this is where they always did business.

The giant orc plopped into his cushy velvet chair and crossed his legs. Sasha cringed inwardly and braced himself. He held onto the back of the rickety wooden chair across from him and slowly pulled himself down. Shooting pains filled his belly and he bit his tongue, trying to save face.

“Let me see your monster.” Uriel said.

Of course, Sasha obliged. He pulled the bag off of his back and opened it. The smell of iron hit his nose and his stomach lurched. He clutched the fabric and grit his teeth to keep himself from gagging.

Uriel tilted his head, but said nothing.

Sasha forced a short laugh. “I think you're gonna like this one.” He said. Uriel raised his eyebrow. “What makes you think that?” He asked sassily.

Sasha smiled genuinely this time. “This!”

Carefully, he set the minotaur's head onto the table. Sasha had managed to cut from the trapezius muscles up, giving him room to decide how he would mount it, but that wasn't the only thing.

The monster had a pure white coat, and his eyes were so pale that they looked purple in the light. The gold caps on his horns and tag on his ear stood out against his white complexion.

Uriel turned the head over in his large hands with a curious frown. “He was owned by someone…” He murmured.

Sasha nodded. “Yes.” He said with uncertainty.

Uriel looked up at him, his brown eyes sharp and serious. “Do you know what this means?” He asked.

Sasha stayed still.

“Someone is trying to attack us through the dungeon.”

That explanation made Sasha's eyes pop wide open.

“What?”

Uriel put down the head. “This is invaluable. If my colleagues can track this tag, we can use it to hunt down a potential enemy.” He looked at Sasha with a soft face that he didn't see often.

“You're better at this than I thought.” He said, lowering his tone just above a murmur.

His voice sent shivers down Sasha's spine, but as soon as his belly tightened when he breathed, he remembered how little time he had left.

Slowly, he stood up. “Well, I’m glad to have helped.” He said.

Uriel frowned and jumped out of his seat, towering over him. “Wait, where are you going?” He asked.

Sasha twirled a stray curl around his finger, trying to hold himself steady. “Home.” He replied.

Uriel looked appalled. “What? You should stay here. If someone's attacking us, I want you to be safe, where you can be protected!” He insisted.

Sasha gritted his teeth. “I can protect myself.” He strained.

“Guh! Sash- that's not what I mean!” He uttered.

Sasha could feel his baby pushing against his opening. He knew he had to hurry this up. “I don't care. I have to go.” He said. Briskly, he turned on his heels and started to walk towards the door.

“Wait!”

At the sound of his voice, Sasha couldn't help but turn around. Uriel handed him a small, but heavy leather bag. Sasha looked up at him, confused.

“Silver, for the minotaur.” He said.

Sasha took it and nodded. With all that was happening, he had nearly forgotten that he was supposed to be selling that thing.

“Thanks. Now, I gotta go.” He said.

This time, Uriel didn't call for him and Sasha waddled out of his study. He grabbed the railing for support and took the stairs. At this point, he could still feel the baby and its movements, but there wasn't as much pain or fluid leaking from him now. He frowned as he reached the door. That couldn't be good.

He reached the carriage soon after and slid into the coach. As soon as he closed the door, the driver took the reins and commanded his horses onward. Sasha's heart throbbed in his chest. Anxiously, he kept his eyes out of the window, watching every house race by. The coach started to jostle him again, as the paved streets became a dirt road.

He held his belly, feeling some of the pain return. Through a few trees, they arrived at his little white cottage, just on the outskirts of town. The carriage stopped and the driver hopped down. With a blank face, he opened the door and held out a firm arm once more.

“There's your stop.” He said.

Sasha stepped out of the carriage for the last time, feeling his face begin to flush. “Thank you sir.”

The dwarf tipped his hat. “No problem. See you again soon!” He said.

As soon as he said that, Sasha couldn't wait anymore. As fast as he could, he waddled into the house and slammed the door behind him. After quickly locking it, he put his back flat against it and slid down to the floor.

Finally, he heard the sounds of hoofbeats as they got farther and farther away. As soon as the coast was clear, Sasha let it all out.

“Ohh fuck!” He tremored.

His legs shook even though he was sitting and he knew that he wasn't getting back up any time soon. Immediately, he pulled off his gloves, then the plates on his joints. He threw them around the room, quickly moving on to the rest of his armor. He pulled the cuirass over his head and threw it down.

As soon as he did, his gravid belly sunk in between his legs. It stretched out to his knees and was covered in dark stretch marks. His belly button popped out in the center. Sasha took in his first deep breath that he had in a while, finally free of his armor.

He leaned back against the door, tired and hot, but he still had to strip his bottom half. Weakly, he took off his boots, shin guards and knee plates, pushing them away as far as he could. Reaching under his big, swollen belly, he unbuckled his brown pants. Since he couldn't get up, he pressed his back against the door and pulled his hips just off of the floor. He felt the teardrop widen inside of him, starting to push his folds out of the way again.

He kicked off his constrictive garments, leaving only his underwear behind. The entire piece of fabric was covered in splotchy stains of pink and red. His blood had completely soaked them.

“Shit.”

He started to pull them off, just as another contraction hit him. He got them down to his ankles before he fell back against the door and cried out. The pain ripped through him like a hot knife. His belly squeezed itself against his body, making it nearly flat.

“Fuck!” He cried.

The baby's head pressed against him, trying to make its way out. Sasha hung his head, closed his eyes and with a clenched jaw, he bore down on his own for the first time.

“URAAAGH!”

His mouth watered and all of the effort went straight to his head. His entire skull became red hot with effort and sweat rolled down his neck. His stomach jumped up, morphing grossly against his body. He gasped for air as the contraction stopped. He tried to shout again, but he had no strength left.

His first push had barely done anything. He was still full from the womb down, stretched as wide as he could go. He threw his head back, feeling a cool draft washed over his face. He whimpered as another contraction came over him.

This time, he pulled his legs up to his chest and put his chin to it. The pain filled him just as much as the baby did. He could hear his heart racing in his ears. Still, he pushed, grunting with effort. The head dropped into his pussy, weighing it down. His hips spread open wide to accommodate it, at his own expense. He threw his head back and opened his mouth to cry, but his tears choked him. All that came out were thick, strained gurgles.

If he couldn't cry through it, he would just have to suck it up and push. He put his head back down and spread his legs as wide as he could. He pushed again and the head filled him up. As it did, his pussy burned hot and red, being exerted by the baby’s wide head.

“Hhh!” He wheezed breathlessly.

The head dragged his hole out, stretching around it as far as it could go. He tried and tried to get it to a full crown, but as soon as the contraction stopped, so did he.

The baby had pulled him out as wide as he could go. His body screamed in pain, completely blocked by it. Sasha's head lolled back and his eyes spun.

“Ohhh..” Was the only thing he could squeeze out. He let go of his legs and let his arms sag next to him.

Everytime he breathed, the baby’s head tossed inside of him. He felt like his pussy was going to fall out. Tears ran down his face as he tried to pant through it.

“I can't do this.” He wheezed.

Another contraction rushed through him,

but he couldn't muster up the strength to push.

“I can't.” He cried.

The edges of his vision darkened and his sight became like a tunnel. His eyelids grew heavy. He tried to keep them open, but he was just so tired.

“I can't.” He whispered.

His ears filled with high pitched ringing and he closed his weary eyes.

~~~

Sasha gasped for air, coming to the smell of iron and peppermint stinging his nose. His belly lurched, still full with child, but he wasn't on the floor anymore.

He laid in the bathtub, soaked in warm, pink water. A large hand held his and his dark brown eyes met a bigger pair of the same color.

“Sasha!”

His heart jumped as Uriel pulled his hand up to his lips, kissing it gently. “I was so worried.” He said.

Sasha's lips trembled. His head was heavy and tired, but he still tried to form words.

“How?” He whispered.

Uriel shook his head rapidly. “Save your voice.” He said. “Woolworth told me that he saw blood in the carriage. I had to know that you were okay.” He explained.

He looked back into Sasha's eyes. “I thought that you might have gotten hurt on the job, but I wasn't expecting...” He looked down at Sasha’s full belly with shock. “This.”

Sasha started to nod, but then his memory gave him a burst of panic. He reached down and felt through the water.

“My baby?” He cried.

“Still alive.” Uriel answered.

Sasha felt his bulging vagina under the water. Inside of it was the baby's head, pulsing with a heart beat of its own. He sighed in relief, trying to keep an eye on it through the murky pink water.

“I can't believe it.” He said.

“Me either. I tried to pull them out, but your body wasn't contracting anymore and your hips were stiff because of the position you were in. All I could do was wait and try to wake you up.” Uriel explained.

Sasha turned to him with tears falling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Uriel frowned and followed his hand back into the water, avoiding his eyes. “We’ll talk about that later. We have to get this baby out.” He said.

He clutched Sasha’s hand tightly and he squeezed it back. Sasha closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall of the tub.

“Hooh.” He breathed. The water relaxed him, and kept him cool. He felt the baby head in his hand, little tufts of hair swayed in the water.

“Okay.”

He steeled himself and another contraction finally came. He pulled his chin to his chest and his knees sprouted from the water. His hand squeezed Uriel’s, oddly enough, it made him feel stronger.

He bore down as hard as he could, forcing himself to push through the pain. Uriel's warmth kept him grounded as he shut his eyes and screamed out the head.

Bubbles wiggled to the surface as the head finally crowned. He leaned back against the tub, feeling relieved. He huffed heavily, feeling the shoulders start to come down.

“You’ve got this.” Uriel said in his ear, squeezing his hand back.

Sasha leaned forward and pushed again. Slowly, the baby's body slid down. Both shoulders stretching him at once. Tears filled his eyes, but he kept going. A low pop sounded from the water, as they burst from him.

Tiredly, he fell back against the tub, gasping for air. “Fuck!” He grunted.

“Come on, just one more big push.” Uriel encouraged him.

Sasha sat back up and put his chin to his chest. “Come on baby.” He whispered. As hard as he could, he bore down. At first, the child didn't move, then a dark pink cloud floated through the water, making it murkier. His pussy began to close back down, he was so close to being done. He leaned as far forward as possible, putting pressure on his contracting stomach.

Finally, he felt a release and his child fell out of him and into the water. Uriel let go of his hand to reach in, but Sasha was faster. He scooped her out of the water, his baby girl. Her shrill wails filled the washroom and she wriggled in his arms.

Her skin was a rosy brown, her hair was curly and black and her nose was wide. Her skin has a kind of rough texture for a baby and her ears were pointed.

As soon as Uriel laid eyes on her, shock shot across his features.

“She…”

“Looks just like you.” Sasha crooned sweetly. He put her head on his shoulder and patted her back. Almost on instinct, he started to rock and shushed the screaming child.

“When-”

“I found out after you left with your party. I didn't know how to tell you.” Sasha replied. He stared into the murky water, avoiding Uriel’s gaze.

“I can't believe I didn't know. I wouldn't have sent you back into that dungeon.” Uriel whispered, staring at his daughter in awe.

“Don't think like that, I hid it on purpose. It was my fault.” Sasha assured him.

Uriel sat silently for a moment. “Can I hold her?” He asked.

Sasha turned and looked at his face. His brows were furrowed and his big brown eyes were filled with tears. His lower lip trembled under his tusks.

Stunned by the events of the day, Sasha could only nod and hand him his daughter.

Uriel took her and cradled her in his strong arms.

“She's beautiful.” He said.

Sasha watched the two of them. His baby girl relaxed in her father's arms, just like she knew who he was. He looked at his face as he scanned every feature of their baby and couldn't help but feel warm in his chest. But, the guilt was still there.

“Are you mad at me?” Sasha asked.

Uriel kept his eyes on the baby. “Yes, but I don't want to focus on that right now. You're going to need some help with our baby.” He said.

Sasha watched him turn to meet his eyes again. “I don't want you out here alone, especially with any possible threats out there.” He said.

Sasha folded his lips into his mouth. “But, I don't think I want to leave yet. I’ve been to your house a lot, but it's not my home.” He said.

Uriel nodded. “You’d feel most comfortable here?” He asked.

Sasha nodded.

He sighed. “Then, what if I stay here? I can take care of you both.”

“Are you sure?” Sasha asked. “After what I did?”

Uriel shook his head. “Again, that doesn't matter right now. What matters is making sure that you and our baby are safe and healthy. Just focus on that for now.” He said.

Sasha nodded again.

“I would have helped you even if she wasn't mine.” Uriel murmured, just loud enough for Sasha to hear.

More tears spilled over his face and he covered his mouth to choke back his sobs. Uriel put a warm hand on his back, rubbing circles into it as he cried.

“I'm gonna drain the water and get you both cleaned up. You're gonna need some rest.” Uriel said, pulling the plug from the drain.

“Okay.” Sasha muttered.

Uriel looked at him with curious, pitiful eyes. “So, what's her name?” He asked.

Sasha paused. “I don't know if you’ll like it.” He replied, smiling sheepishly, wiping away his tears.

He shrugged. “Try me.”

Sasha curled up as the warm water drained, leaving him cold and out in the open. “I was thinking. . . Atlas.” He replied.

Uriel nodded. “I can work with that. If I get to choose the middle name.” He said, smiling.

Sasha rolled his eyes. “I guess. I mean, you are her dad or whatever.” He agreed.

Uriel shifted the little girl and pumped his fist in the air. “Yes!”

Sasha shook his head and Uriel chuckled to himself. Gently, he handed him the baby.

“Come on, let's get you to bed.” He said.

He reached under Sasha's back and knees and effortlessly lifted him from the empty tub. He felt so small and vulnerable in his arms, but when he leaned his head onto his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat, he felt much safer.

Even if they didn't end up together, maybe this could work out. Just the three of them.

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