Please Kill Me

Vol. 1 Chapter 2.6: R19

Even though I felt it, I couldn't say anything, but it seemed like Lambert was also gradually sensing it. Since that day, my belly has been gradually swelling day by day. One day, Lambert dressed me in a new dress, and seeing that it had ample room for my chest and no cinching at the waist, I knew he was aware of my pregnancy.

"Just eat a little bit more frequently, but if it's too difficult, you don't have to eat more."

Some days I would devour food as if starving, almost licking the plate clean, while other days I would chew a little bit and stop, leaving all the food he put into my mouth. No matter what, I was constantly becoming a sensitive woman, ruining my habits thanks to Lambert, who had dedicated his remaining life to me.

"Now it doesn't hurt as much even if you suckle."

At some point, despite my breast becoming significantly larger and denser than before, it didn't hurt as much. My nipples, unlike the shy and small ones from before, had grown considerably. Lambert vigorously sucked on the protruding nipples.

"If you suck too forcefully, it pulls on my belly."

Then he gently teased them again. In the process, my insides became lively once more. Strangely, the more it grew inside my belly, the more I wanted him. Although my genitals had become reproductive organs that should soon give birth to a baby, and I should be faithful to the purpose of carrying the baby, my desires still yearned for his penetration urgently and frequently, as if in heat at any given moment.

Lambert never refused anything I demanded. He anticipated almost everything before I even asked. His genitals, too, existed as if solely for the purpose of being inserted whenever I desired, fully formed with a thick and large shape.

Once again, he filled me. Relentlessly thrusting inside without pause, rendering me unconscious. That was my nightly requirement, and Lambert was my faithful dog who dutifully fulfilled it.

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My belly grew larger and rounder. I could no longer lie down or accommodate Lambert directly. I could still get on my knees and hands, assuming a position like a quadruped, but somehow I thought it would be difficult for Lambert if I did that.

"No, I want to. It's okay, Lambert. I want it so badly, so keep thrusting."

With Lambert's vigorous thrusting, fully penetrating me, I couldn't fall asleep a single day without his intense movements. After breakfast, once again after lunch, and even between snacks, I would find myself on all fours, shaking my hips. But in order to fall into a deep sleep at night, I would once again lie down and assume a position.

"The moon is bright, Dahlia. Your body feels so hot. Let's cool off in the night air. I'll hold you."

Even though my belly protruded so prominently and my breasts became so huge that I couldn't support them with both hands, Lambert effortlessly lifted me as if I were light and weightless. I, who had grown accustomed to becoming obscene in the bedroom, didn't mind a sudden nighttime stroll.

"The night has descended. It's all shades of indigo. Try smelling the fragrance from the Secretia Woods. It feels like the Menearis flowers, which alleviate pain during childbirth, are blooming too. I've decided to gather them all tomorrow. I'll dry them in the autumn sun."

He spoke about the baby's existence for the first time. A baby. Just saying it like that suddenly made it feel adorable. Despite its enormity, it pressed against my lower body, waist, and spine, but I couldn't help but find it cute and precious. Unconsciously, I swept my hand over my belly. Coincidentally, or rather, the baby also sent me a signal.

"I don't want you to be in pain. But I can't help but love a part of you."

He kissed my belly. As he did, something squirmed inside, causing my dress to become wet in a rounded shape. Milk was starting to leak out. He gently sucked on it without removing my clothes. As it wetted the area again, I lay on the grassy forest floor near the entrance of Secretia Woods, feeling rejuvenated. My belly was so massive that I couldn't lie straight, so I lay on my side with my legs spread apart.

"Lambert, my lower part is drenched too. Help me clean it up a little. Right now."

In the darkness that occupied the place, the gradually cooling air was far from extinguishing the heat that was burning my body. Inevitably, Lambert's member began to fill me again. It was difficult to spread my legs wide while standing one leg in the air, but fortunately, Lambert firmly held one of my thighs and continued thrusting.

"Ah, it feels so good."

He provided such deep and thorough stimulation every day that it felt like giving birth to the baby would be easy. Immersed in the scent of the forest's fragrant grass, I breathed out hot breaths and roared throughout the night like a wild beast. In the midst of openness on all sides, the night's energy heightened my climax, and that day, I tasted paradise. I devoured and devoured the culmination of that passion, screaming for him to continue until the very end.

Perhaps due to the relentless and intense pounding, I began to experience unusual symptoms from the early days of spring. Even though it was only autumn, my belly frequently tightened. My belly was already swollen like a mountain.

During this time, it seemed like Lambert was sending away several servants, such as maids or stable hands. Some of them had witnessed our passionate lovemaking in the bedroom or even in other places, regardless of whether it was day or night, and they were discreetly driven away.

"Should I call for a midwife? None of the servants currently working at the house have experience in delivering a baby."

I was simply enduring the heaviness of my body and the tightness of my belly without much concern, but Lambert was the one who seemed to be engulfed in worries and anxieties.

"You'll be the one to help me, Lambert."

After all, Lambert was the one who knew my body inside and out. He had observed and taken care of every corner of my body that I couldn't see, and he had witnessed this intense transformation.

Taking care of me, being the only presence by my side.

Perhaps more than my mother, who had forgotten about me a long time ago, Lambert willingly devoted himself to protecting me with his everything. Suddenly, as the day of giving birth approached, I longed to see my mother. The last time I saw her, Hildesreville was engulfed in flames. I felt like my mother had also perished in the fire. With these thoughts, tears streamed down my face without me even realizing it.

"Don't cry, Dahlia. Are you worried that giving birth will be painful? Maybe we should hire a midwife instead of a physician. Don't worry, I'll go to the city and bring back a doctor."

"No, Lambert. Don't go anywhere. My belly tightens frequently and it feels like something is pushing down. I don't know when the baby might come."

Instinctively, I clung even tighter to Lambert. When I pressed my body against his, my nipples became wet and a liquid trickled down the valley. Lambert, preoccupied with my impending childbirth, was so concerned that even when I eagerly begged and spread my legs, he never responded unless I pleaded desperately.

"Your belly has become so big, Dahlia. I'm afraid it's too hard for you."

"I want to give birth quickly. So please, make way in my body, quickly."

Under the influence of this strange instinct, I sobbed and pleaded for him to enter me. As my insides swelled, I tightly embraced his member without leaving any space.

"Dahlia, it's too tight and constricted. I've cleared a path, but it feels like I'm being buried again."

His explanation of the resistance within me further stimulated me. With each thrust of his erected shaft, I felt a tingling sensation, but my body kept pushing him away. In the midst of this conflicting push and pull of my body, I cried.