Chapter 655 - 654- Mira become a Mother: FIRST BABY IS HERE!

Chapter 655: Chapter 654- Mira become a Mother: FIRST BABY IS HERE!

His speed increased. Each thrust battered her cervix — the muscle ring loosening, yielding, the resistance fading. Her walls were bleeding — the friction tearing the tissue, the blood mixing with her arousal, creating a slick, red-streaked mess. Her pregnant belly moved with each impact — the child inside shifting, the skin rippling.

Her moans were loud. Broken. The cries of a woman being fucked through her cervix while carrying a child.

"AAHH~!!♡♡!! PLEASE — HUSBAND — AAANGH~!!♡♡♡!! SLOW — PLEASE — HAAAH~!!♡♡!!"

His tail arrived.

The incubus appendage slid between her ass cheeks. Found her anal entrance. The tight, never-penetrated hole — puckered, resisting. The tail pushed.

"NO — NOT THERE — NOT BOTH — AAHHH~!!♡♡♡!!!"

The tail entered. Six inches. Eight. The vibration started — the low, constant, incubus-frequency pulsation that made her entire body twitch. Her anal canal clenched around the scaled appendage. The double penetration — cock in her cunt, tail in her ass — separated by a thin wall of tissue — sent her nervous system into overload.

Her eyes rolled back.

"NAAAAAHH~!!♡♡♡!!! F-FULL — I’M SO FULL — AAHHH~!!♡♡!! HAAANGH~!!♡♡♡!!!"

Helena climbed.

The nanny moved to Viktor’s side. Her own pregnant body — thick, heavy, milk-swollen — pressed against him. Her hands found his face. She turned him. Kissed him.

’Mmwah. Slurp. Mmm—’

Her tongue in his mouth. His tail in Mira’s ass. His cock in Mira’s cunt. Helena’s lips on his. Three bodies. Three connections. The chamber filled with sounds — flesh on flesh, wet mouths, screaming moans, muffled kisses.

Helena’s hand found Mira’s leg. She held it — spreading it wider, giving Viktor deeper access. Her brown eyes watched. Her maternal hand on the trembling thigh of the woman being fucked next to her.

Preparing herself. For what was coming.

PAH PAAH PAH!!

"AAAAHH~!!♡♡♡!! I CAN’T — IT’S TOO — MY CERVIX — IT’S BREAKING — AAHHH~!!♡♡♡!!"

Viktor slammed.

One thrust. Full depth. Full force. His cock punched through her cervix — the muscle ring tearing, the barrier collapsing. His cockhead entered her womb. The space where his child lived. The sacred, protected, ’no-one-goes-here’ space.

Mira screamed.

The sound resonated throughout the chamber. Through the manor. Through the halls. The scream of a woman whose cervix had just been broken by a cock.

"AAAAAIIIIEEEEEEE~~~!!!♡♡♡♡♡!!!"

He pulled out.

The withdrawal was sudden. Complete. The vacuum — the sudden, empty, ’where-did-it-go’ absence — hit her body like a shockwave. Her cunt spasmed. Her cervix — broken, torn, gaping — convulsed.

And then she came.

Not an orgasm. Not a squirt. A full-body, system-reboot, ’everything-leaves’ expulsion. Her body seized. Her back arched off the bed. Her eyes rolled back — fully, the green irises disappearing. Her mouth opened wide, her tongue lolled out, drool running down her chin.

Fluid erupted from her cunt.

Not just arousal — everything. The cum from the earlier blowjob, absorbed and re-expelled. Her own juices, built up over a month. The fluid was thick, pressurized, shooting from her cunt in a stream that hit the bed, the floor, Viktor’s thighs.

And then — the baby.

Her body pushed. The cervix — broken, open, no longer a barrier — allowed the child to move. The contractions hit — not painful, not the agonizing, rending contractions of natural birth. Different. The easy birth ability — the pre-built package that Viktor had transferred to his wives long ago, using his Clap Points — activated.

The pain was replaced.

Not with numbness. With pleasure. The contractions — the uterine walls pushing the child downward, through the dilated cervix, into the birth canal — produced sensation. But the ability rewired the pain signals. Converted them. Every contraction became a wave of pleasure. Every push became an orgasm.

Mira’s eyes widened.

"Wh — what — AAHHH~♡♡!! THIS FEELS — AAHHH~♡♡♡!!"

Her body pushed. The baby moved. Another contraction — another wave. Her cunt was squirting with each push, the fluid mixing with the birth fluids, the bed soaked.

"IT FEELS GOOD~♡♡♡!! THE BABY — IT FEELS — AAHHH~♡♡♡!!"

She squirted. Hard. The stream hit the bed. And with the stream — the baby.

The child emerged.

Small. Wet. Covered in vernix and blood and amniotic fluid. The umbilical cord — thick, blue, pulsing — connected it to Mira’s womb. The baby cried.

"WAAAAAHH—! WAAAAAH—! WAAAAAH—!"

The sound was loud. Piercing. The first breath. The first cry. The first announcement of a life that had been forced into the world through a broken cervix and a wave of pleasure.

Viktor grabbed his own cock.

His fist closed around the base — squeezing, cutting off the orgasm that had been building. His cock throbbed. His balls ached. The cum wanted out. But he held it. His knuckles white, his jaw clenched, the incubus blood howling for release.

He looked at Helena.

"Help her," he said. "Now."

Helena moved. The nanny — the maternal woman — was in action before the word finished leaving his mouth. She was beside Mira. Her hands found the baby. Small, slippery, wet. She lifted it. Cradled it. Her experienced hands — hands that had raised children, including Viktor himself — knew exactly what to do.

The door burst open.

Maids. Three of them — summoned by the scream, running, their faces pale, their eyes wide. They burst into the chamber and stopped.

The scene before them:

Their lord — Viktor — standing by the bed, his fist wrapped around the largest cock any of them had ever seen. Twelve inches. Thick. Veiny. Dripping. His knuckles white from holding back an orgasm. His tail — a scaled, incubus appendage — still slick with fluids, swaying behind him.

Mira — naked, pregnant (no — not pregnant anymore), lying on a soaked bed, her legs spread, her cunt gaping, fluid everywhere. Her eyes were rolled back. Her tongue was out. She was trembling.

Helena — naked from the waist up, her enormous tits leaking milk, holding a newborn baby in her hands, the umbilical cord still attached.

The chamber — smelling of sex and blood and milk and birth and cum.

"Can’t you see?!" Viktor’s voice was sharp. Commanding. The voice of a lord addressing servants who were standing frozen while a newborn cried. "THE BABY! Now, you idiots! HELP!"

The maids snapped into action. One rushed to Helena — taking the baby, wrapping it in clean cloth, handling the umbilical cord with practiced efficiency. Another grabbed towels, pressing them between Mira’s legs. The third ran for water, clean cloths, the birthing supplies.

The baby cried.

"WAAAAH—! WAAAAAH—! WAAAH—!"

The sound filled the chamber. Mixed with Mira’s moans, Helena’s murmured instructions, the maids’ frantic movements. Life. New life. Announcing itself at the top of its tiny lungs.

Viktor stood.

He watched. His cock was still hard — held, aching, the orgasm suppressed but not gone. His eyes were on Mira. On her body. On the way she was trembling — not from pain, not anymore. From something else.

Her eyes.

They were glowing.

Green. Bright. The irises luminous, the pupils contracting to pinpricks. A light — faint, then brighter, then blazing — emanated from her skin. From her hands. From her belly — the deflated, post-birth belly that was still rounded but no longer taut.

The system window popped.

[ SYSTEM ]

CONDITION MET: PROGENY BORN — POWER TRANSFER INITIATED

Transferring host abilities to Second Wife: Mira Redwood

[ TRANSFERRING ]

Beast Marshal (100× Cavalry Master & Beast Tamer): Complete dominion over mounts and beasts, telepathic command, perfect synchronization. (Targets Acquired From: Mira)

Soul Sovereign (100× Soul Whisperer): Emotions, morale and fear manipulation. (Targets Acquired From: Mira)

Silver Emperor’s Tongue (100× Silver Tongue): Supreme diplomacy, deception, negotiation and leadership. (Targets Acquired From: Mira)