[SimonBrownMpreg]

Jacob screamed. The wind snake's body seemed never-ending. With Terri's help, about 12 inches of the infant had been pulled free, but Jacob couldn't take the pain. "Stop! Stop!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. Contractions continued to wrack his body one after the other, but he needed to rest again. This birth was such a tiring, long-lasing ordeal. The babe's tiny front claws tried swiping at the moon god. At the far end of its body, still coiled in Jacob's womb, the back feet began kicking. "Aaaaahn! Ghn...Ghn... Nyyyaah!" Jacob's poor bellybutton bulged up and down violently as the claws of those back feet struck at him again and again.