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Sam pressed his head to the crease of her neck, releasing within her in thick pumps, grunting as her tight cunt squeezed around him, milking every drop from him. Her hips twitched as her head fell back against the pillow, the shift in her body pressing his dick deeper within her, causing a soft whine to fall from her. He remained thick and hard within her, the spell she'd cast before they'd fallen into bed ensuring it, and she could feel how sensitive she was, dancing the edge of being overstimulated.
"That's it, baby." Sam was careful not to move his body, lifting his head to kiss her cheek as her nails dug into his shoulders. "You're taking me so well."
His head lifted as her nails dug into his shoulders, covering her mouth with his, swallowing her sounds. Her legs ached, pressed open by his hips, her cunt speared open by his dick, but it was worth it. They'd flirted with the idea of having a child for the past year, slow conversations that had led to acceptance and want from both of them, and with their healthy sex life, they'd not really worried about it. Three days ago, after Rowena had helped Claire babysit for one of her friends, she'd come home with the words on her lips: get me pregnant. They'd planned this night, Rowena crafting the spell, the need to be pregnant with his child wrapped around her heart, lighting up every fibre of her being.
She loved him; sometimes she loved him so much that it hurt, and she wanted to expand their little world. Long ago, the thought of being pregnant would have made her run for the hills, but with Sam, love was not weakness; love was her strength, and she wanted to share that love, guide, and protect their love with him.
"Do you think it's taking?" Rowena whispered against his lips as their kiss broke, nuzzling her nose against his.
"There's one way to make sure." She chuckled, her breath catching as his knuckles grazed down her body. Sam placed his palm against her lower belly, pressing gently, groaning as he felt his dick within her.
"You're going to look so beautiful." He kissed down her breasts, hissing as her nails pressed hard into his shoulders as he moved, until he could lap his tongue over her nipple. Rowena bit her lip, holding back her sound as he worked over her, and she felt his hips draw back until he was almost out of her, slowly thrusting back into her.
"Samuel—" Rowena squirmed under his touch, and his hands gripped her hips, holding her against the mattress.
"Your belly round with our child, your breasts full of milk for her. Beautiful, Rowena."
She could feel their combined fluids dripping from her with each stroke from him, her thighs a sticky mess of them, with fresh slick coating him as he moved.
"Stay in me." Her tone was more pleading than she'd expected, but she needed him buried deep, needing to feel full of him. As he pressed back into her, Sam ground against her swollen clit, and she keened, almost swearing.
His hand stroked over her belly again, smirking at the slight swell of it, the gentle rounding from how much he'd come in her already. It was a sight he craved, and he couldn't wait until the rounding of her belly came from their child, being able to watch it grow as she did.
"You think you can take one more?" He sucked on her nipple, working the sensitive bud in his mouth, his teeth grazing over it. Rowena whimpered, hearing a wet pop when his lips lifted, and Sam moved back over her, kissing her shoulder.
Slowly, Rowena nodded, her eyes closing. She was so full of him already that it didn't feel possible. Her eyes opened as she lifted her head, looking down her body, smiling as Sam's hand stroked the curve in her belly. Her fingers pressed under his chin, and Sam kissed her, pressing again against her.
"Get me pregnant, Samuel."
His mouth covered hers, a hungry kiss that threatened to consume everything. His hips rolled, short, quick thrusts that kept him deep within her, a wet sound filling the room as their skin slapped together. Sam's hand tucked under her knee, guiding her leg higher, his mouth muffling the moan at the added stretch she felt. Her slick helped him move easily, rubbing at her soft flesh, grinding against her clit with each thrust.
"You're going to be incredible." His gaze fixed on hers as they parted, his other hand pressing into her hair, and Sam straightened up more. The new angle made her keen, back arching under him. Her cunt throbbed with need, so tight that his thrusts shortened more.
"C'mon, baby." Her thighs trembled around him, and Sam dropped the hand around her thigh to her clit, rolling his thumb firmly against it. Rowena cried out as she came, tears pricking at her eyes, her orgasm almost too much.
Sam groaned at how tight her cunt held him, thrusting only twice more before he came, spurting hot within her with two thick pumps.
His hand fell away from her, resting back against her belly, and as Sam guided her leg back down, he was gentle in how he lay against her, knowing from her sounds how sensitive she was.
"You're going to be such a good mother." Sam stroked his hand across her belly, smiling as her hand rested on top of his, guiding them both to rest against the underside of her stomach, where it curved the most. Cum filled or baby-filled, he craved every part of it, and from the look she shared with him, Sam knew that Rowena did too.
And he'd fuck her any chance he could until he got her pregnant.
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It hadn't been that night, but one a few weeks later, a little wine-filled, with Rowena on the giggly side of tipsy. She'd taken him to a gala that she'd been invited to, which had ended up far less interesting than she'd hoped, whispering to him as they danced. Her magic had gotten them into someone's office, and he'd lifted her onto the desk, fucking her there.
A few weeks later, she'd noticed the tenderness in her breasts as Sam had kissed them, and the revelation kicked in when she woke up before him a few days later, her head over the toilet. A spell had confirmed it, and then Sam had insisted on her taking a pregnancy test anyway, wanting to see the lines for himself.
They hadn't been able to celebrate it until her second trimester, her nausea too constant a feeling for her to want Sam to touch her, which was exactly how Dean had found out, three weeks after they had, with the burger that he'd been eating turning her stomach.
Her second trimester had been almost a dream; no nausea, a very healthy sex life again, especially when Sam couldn't get enough of how her body changed. Her breasts were the first thing, his mouth finding a home in them, and as her belly began to expand, his hands found a place there, holding her as they fucked, or he whispered to their child.
Now they were five days past her due date. That morning, the baby had finally started turning, which gave Rowena hope that her labour would begin soon. This pregnancy had been a delight to her, but the discomfort that her final few weeks had been was not an enjoyable experience. The baby had very little room in her belly, her breasts were painful with her milk, and she'd ruined far more clothes than she liked when they leaked.
She loved being pregnant with Sam's child, and even with the constant pain in her back, Rowena knew she'd let him do it again, but she was also very ready to meet their child.
Her hands carded through his hair as she entered the living room, getting Sam to look up from his book. He put it to the side, offering his hands to her to help her to the couch, but Rowena shook her head. As she moved in front of him, his brows raised at the sight of her; nude, cheeks flushed, her breasts wet where milk had leaked from her.
"I need you to get this baby out of me." Her arousal was clear as he looked longer at her, and Sam swallowed roughly. Their doctor had told them that their baby was safe and snug in her belly, that they had a few more days before they'd need to consider inducing her, though they'd done some reading the previous night, and Sam knew what Rowena had caught onto.
"Are you sure? Your doctor—"
"Sam." Her tone pleaded with him, and he felt for her; he couldn't imagine the pain she felt with her back, or her frustration at how quickly she tired, or ached. When Rowena held a hand out to him, Sam nodded, sliding his into her grasp. She linked their fingers together, and Sam pressed behind her as he stood, wrapping his arm around her.
"Let's see if we can meet her." His tone thrilled her as he whispered in her ear, their steps taking them back to the bedroom. His hands stayed on her, letting her get comfortable as she knelt on the bed, sliding pillows under her belly to help support her. Tugging his jeans and underwear off, Sam took his cock in hand, half-hard from both the suggestion and sight of her, palming it to full erection.
His hands rubbed against her ass as he kneeled behind her, gently parting her thighs further apart. She was so wet already, and Sam could imagine she'd already come, touching herself before getting him.
"Tell me everything." Rowena nodded, sucking in a breath as he notched his dick against her entrance, slow rolls of his hips pressing him into her until he was fully seated in her. Sam groaned at the heat of her around him, brushing her hair aside so he could kiss her shoulder.
"I'll miss this once she's here." Her head tipped forward as he rocked into her, his hands at her hips to support her, helping her to grind back against him.
"Maybe I'll let you do it again," Rowena whispered the words, full of promise, as pleasure filled her. His name moaned into the air as his dick pressed deep within her, firm thrusts into her to keep him fully in her. Sam's heart swelled at the idea, and whilst he didn't expect that they'd have another child immediately, the hope that their family would keep growing warmed him. And aroused him. One hand worked along her side to cup her breast, smearing the milk that leaked from her across her freckled skin, rocking quicker into her. He'd loved every minute of her pregnancy, and getting to do this with her again, to love her, her body, and the children they made, was everything he could hope for; her full belly and heavy breasts he loved, especially knowing he'd done it.
As his fingers teased her nipple, pinching it as his palm cupped her breast, Rowena whined, the pressure in them becoming painful. "Please, Sam."
Sam kissed her shoulder again, squeezing her breast gently. He massaged his fingers over her, hearing her relief as he felt her milk drip into his hand.
"That's it, baby. Let me take care of you." He worked over her breast, feeling her start to tense around him, her hips shuddering back against him. With a firmer squeeze, Sam pinching her nipple again, Rowena came, relief and delight filling the room. He rocked quicker, seated deep as she clenched around him, dragging him into his orgasm.
As she settled, Sam carefully pulled out of her, his cum dripping between her thighs, guiding her down onto the bed. She settled onto her side, propped up onto the pillows, as Sam lay beside her, brushing her hair out of her face.
"You okay?" Rowena nodded, her expression content, and Sam sucked in a breath as he looked down the length of her body; milk coated her breasts, and the outline of a foot pressed against her upper belly. "Soon, baby." She nodded again, smiling, drawing his hand to her breast.
When they went to bed that evening, he fucked her again, supporting her against the edge of the bed as he'd kneeled between her legs. He'd lapped her milk up, drinking from her, the sweet taste of her milk filling his mouth, making the sound of her orgasm even sweeter.
A few hours later, she'd woken him — her contractions had begun.