[Lovebite]

"Don't you think I fucking know that?!" The general snapped in reply, he felt sick as his stomach tightened so much and he felt as if he would vomit but he didn't. He too caught up in the tightness of his belly to puke, his hands grasped at the tight skin and he panted, his face twisted up,"Fuck!" He cried, more of his potty mouth revealed itself and he shook his head, planting his boots against the ground and trying to shift his position onto his knees. His hands moved down and struggled with the rope of his pants, not being able to get it untied to drop his pants. He moaned again and leaned against the tree, the nails of his free hand digging into the hard bark,"Help... I can't..." He realized he was panicking, the shaking of his hands was probably why he couldn't undo his belt.

This pregnancy had been easy on him, he had grown plump with life, like the good carrier he was to his king and yet this labor had to be the harshest pain he had ever experienced. Even above being stabbed and shot, he groaned, pressing his forhead against the tree trunk he was grasping onto for dear life. He stayed in that spot, wet and trembling as he struggled with the agony of his labor.

"Yes. Please." He nodded and glanced to the knight, he even had tears in his eyes, he was out of his league and he knew it. He couldn't let his pride get the better of him, it wasn't only his life on the line if he made a mistake,"It hurts so fucking bad." He complained, one of his hands pressed to his belly firmly as if to counteract the pain.