11-25-2023, 04:05 PM
Halcron knew he was a Light elf but sadly he felt as if nothing of the sort, An outsider from his Kind as so to say, he revelled within his head as he was further of stimulated by the ever handsome Dark one whom was his beloved Vale. He reached down, letting a dainty gloved hand linger upon his swell for a moment or two, feeling the steady drum like rhythm of gentle kicking as it struggled to find balance within an unstably cramped confines of visceral fleshed womb, not soothed even by the sway of Halcron's gentle rubbing of the stomach that housed her on all sides.
"Shh my little one .. shhh .. you shall have your saying at a later timing but for now .. you must be still for a moment. Papa Vale is retrieving special items for you to ensure you are born in the best way possible. Shhh .." He encouraged the stressed babe, stroking his belly upward then down along the swell that divided his bountiful breasted chest and exuberantly spacious hips, the same ones which were preparing for the eventual width of the child head and body to soon follow.
Feeling surrounded, the child lashed out, clawing at the walls, thrashing, kicking and screaming in silence from within.
"Honey, you must not struggle, you are within a safe space, Papa is frightened too, terrified too in the highest degree possible but we shall be alright. United even .. just become calm and listen to the sound of my voice, hmm?" At first, Halcron responded with a series of soft, yet nervously filled chuckles, gently breathing in and out as he usually did, but then the pains intensified with the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock on the wall, nightfall was nearing and even though he could not sense it his fear had an awful foreboding that rung in his mind clear as a church bell, the same which caused him to clutch his head, struggle to turn to a side and curl up, and not before long his breathing became hitched, panted heavier, deeper and more frantic, eventually causing forth a shriek as the baby ruptured his water-sac causing a stream of clear-crimson fletches of blood to surge forth and burst from him with a loud squelching, temping him into shuddering and expressing a pained wide eyed expressing.
He gently parted his long but well lengthed legs, examining himself only to discover the massive stain and pooling of a puddle, one of which he could not take his wide, horrfiied eyes away from. "Oh no? .. oh no! .. Ohhh no .. something is wrong .. terribly wrong .. um Vale .. V-Vale, my love .. something is occuring to my body now .. something strange .. I .. I think it is t-time .. the babe .. i-it is c-." He stammered and stuttered, fumbling over each word as he felt the increasingness of inner panic creep up upon him and within minutes a harsh slash across the middle from within caused him to grunt, groan and cry out, the wood rod falling from his mouth as his teeth released it, his mouth opened in a silent scream like fashion. He curled up, cringing inwardly, hoping his beloved would be able to retrieve the items from the lower level downstairs before his next pang of labor.
"O-OH GODS! GRACIOUS GODA ABOVE! CEASE THIS TORMENT!" With a sniveling sob like breath, he closed his eyes as he tried not to be horrendously boisterous, tried his hardest but the agony .. it was much too unbearable to bear.
"Shh my little one .. shhh .. you shall have your saying at a later timing but for now .. you must be still for a moment. Papa Vale is retrieving special items for you to ensure you are born in the best way possible. Shhh .." He encouraged the stressed babe, stroking his belly upward then down along the swell that divided his bountiful breasted chest and exuberantly spacious hips, the same ones which were preparing for the eventual width of the child head and body to soon follow.
Feeling surrounded, the child lashed out, clawing at the walls, thrashing, kicking and screaming in silence from within.
"Honey, you must not struggle, you are within a safe space, Papa is frightened too, terrified too in the highest degree possible but we shall be alright. United even .. just become calm and listen to the sound of my voice, hmm?" At first, Halcron responded with a series of soft, yet nervously filled chuckles, gently breathing in and out as he usually did, but then the pains intensified with the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock on the wall, nightfall was nearing and even though he could not sense it his fear had an awful foreboding that rung in his mind clear as a church bell, the same which caused him to clutch his head, struggle to turn to a side and curl up, and not before long his breathing became hitched, panted heavier, deeper and more frantic, eventually causing forth a shriek as the baby ruptured his water-sac causing a stream of clear-crimson fletches of blood to surge forth and burst from him with a loud squelching, temping him into shuddering and expressing a pained wide eyed expressing.
He gently parted his long but well lengthed legs, examining himself only to discover the massive stain and pooling of a puddle, one of which he could not take his wide, horrfiied eyes away from. "Oh no? .. oh no! .. Ohhh no .. something is wrong .. terribly wrong .. um Vale .. V-Vale, my love .. something is occuring to my body now .. something strange .. I .. I think it is t-time .. the babe .. i-it is c-." He stammered and stuttered, fumbling over each word as he felt the increasingness of inner panic creep up upon him and within minutes a harsh slash across the middle from within caused him to grunt, groan and cry out, the wood rod falling from his mouth as his teeth released it, his mouth opened in a silent scream like fashion. He curled up, cringing inwardly, hoping his beloved would be able to retrieve the items from the lower level downstairs before his next pang of labor.
"O-OH GODS! GRACIOUS GODA ABOVE! CEASE THIS TORMENT!" With a sniveling sob like breath, he closed his eyes as he tried not to be horrendously boisterous, tried his hardest but the agony .. it was much too unbearable to bear.
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.