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My long lost forgotten family

... was to do.

'I need to get back home, I think the baby's coming,' I told him. He glanced down at my stomach, then lifted me in his arms, marching straight back to the castle; it took him no more than ten minutes, shouting for Adonis and the king, who were at the time in a monthly meeting, but when they heard the guard, they dismissed everyone, telling the guards to clear everyone out immediately. The guard gently placed me on a seat, and I couldn't help but spread my legs wide he then had to jump to the side of me as my waters broke, 'Adonis,' I screamed. A pool of fluid and blood poured from my pussy as I heard them come running toward me. Both Adonis and the king lifted me in their arms, making sure my pussy was on full show. They took me to the nursing room and placed me on the bed, putting my feet in stirrups, the king busied himself preparing me for my birth, while Adonis came to my head running his soothing fingers on my temples, quietly speaking soft soothing words of love to me.

The pains came and went and at that moment another agonizing pain ripped through me, the king holding my pussy lips wide, his fingers opening me more. 'I can see the head, push hard for me Katrina.' Adonis tried to help the king, but I was gripping him so tight, he stayed where he was, gently trying to soothe me. 'Katrina when you feel another pain push down hard' his hands were covered in my blood, and another agonizing pain hit me. I pushed as hard as I could and felt the baby's head ...

... pop out.

They gave me a minute, and he then told me to push again, and I could see the king was helping to pull the baby out. 'Hold her head up son so she can see her child being born.' Adonis held my head and all three of us saw the baby being delivered. 'A boy,' shouted Adonis looking down at me, with a big beaming smile, 'we have a son, my love, well done.' He went to stand by his father, who was swaddling the baby then gave the baby to his son, who brought him to rest on my chest. The wailing of the baby filled the room as I held my nipple to his mouth, and he began to suckle. I looked at both men, who were then cleaning me up when I got another sharp pain which made me open my legs wide again, 'another child,' he cleaned me the best he could, but I didn't care, I knew I just wanted to push again and push I did. Again the king helped me to birth my second child; he couldn't believe it when I gave birth to a daughter.

Again Adonis brought the child to me placing the child on my breast and she began suckling too. I was exhausted and closed my eyes feeling my twins both suckling. The king and Adonis cleaned me up, they pulled the children off my breasts and carried me to our bed, where they put the wailing children back to feeding, covering me from my hips to my knees to give me a little dignity.

Looking at the two men who had brought my children into the world, I saw nothing but pride and love on their faces, as they saw the babies feeding; both were suckling hard. ...