A fast twin birth

A pity that the original sound is away

Demon Queen

“Now, behold! King Adam and Queen Bell!" 

A tall young man, with short black curls for hair and bright golden eyes stood out on the balcony. He was clad in ornate, ceremonial red armor, with a golden trim and by his side was a young woman with slightly brown skin and flowing, long dark-brown hair. 

She was also dressed extravagantly in similar red and gold robes, but everyone only took notice and excitement from the huge and round protrusion of her belly that stretched the fabric.

Today was the celebration of the soon to be born heirs or heiresses of the new kingdom and of their queen’s apparent fertility for having bore two children within only a few weeks of marriage. Their subjects, clergymen, soldiers, and nobel’s would likely party and feast all night for the unborn children.

The products of the king and queen’s union were the start of a new dynasty after the defeat of the demon emperor who’d reigned for nearly a quarter of the century. It was an understandable parade of joy. 

A parade that some didn’t want to partake in. Bell could feel the eyes of Archbishop Romani on her. He was already an old grump of a man, who had a prudish attitude, but today it felt like he was being particularly intense. 

Bell ignored it as best she could throughout the parade. It wasn’t particularly difficult considering, but as soon as her attendance met its need, she made her exit off the open balcony and went to her quarters to rest.

Bell dismissed her retainers so they could join in on the festivities themselves. She stripped off her clothing roughly, tired of being dolled up and hot. It was tailored to fit her gravid form, but it still chafed in all the wrong places and caused her temperature to rise. As soon as she relieved herself of the formal wear, her form began to change. Her skin turned pale like the midnight moon, hair changing to a blackened shade. Skin and flesh wings unfurled themselves from her shoulder blades and a tail with shiny ebony scales curled out of the base of her back. Bell’s hands turned as black as her wings and developed claws that one would more likely find on a beast. This form and her real identity was no secret to her nor Adam’s retainers. But it was a necessary magical disguise. 

Bell’s real name was Beleth and she used to be both general and princess to the demon king who ruled previously. In the final battle, Beleth was mortally wounded and forced to hide in the same room she and Adam now shared. It was strange looking back at that moment in the state she was now. Adam had found her one night, a week after he slayed the king, with infected wounds and the first thing he did was treat them. 

Beleth was sure Adam saw her as a project to be fixed at first. A test to see if Demons could be just as human as he was. Beleth already knew Demon’s and humans were similar aside from cultural differences and only certain stigmas from the past got in the way, but she entertained him nonetheless. They eventually got more attached as the months went and here she was. 

The shift from being a warrior general to queen wasn’t a hard change. She’d opposed her fathers war from the onset and was basically groomed from birth to lead someday.  Just not people of the wingless and tailless persuasion. 

Beleth attended to the weak and ill. Brokered peace with a nearby nation. She’d even fought in a border dispute or two. The last point riled up some traditionalists, the Archbishop included, in the court but the people didn’t care. 

But those in the court soon had reason to rave about her. All they cared about was a queen who could produce a sizable number of heirs. 

Beleth cupped the underside of her elongated belly. Being heavily pregnant had to be the worst thing Beleth experienced. Ever since the start, she’s had worse morning sickness than most, more painful cramps than most, and even achier breasts then most. Arthur said it was because she was carrying twins but she was sure it was one of the gods or her father cursing her for daring to carry two half-demon, half holy-blooded children. 

But simultaneously, it was the best thing she’d felt in her life. Everytime she felt a kick from one of her children it made her heart flip and swell. Feeling them grow and Adam putting his ear to her bump did the same. Beleth couldn’t wait to hold their babies. 

She’d never imagined she’d be pregnant, and with the new king’s children no less. The king she was tasked with killing in that bloody war. A lot has changed since then but it was for the better. Beleth still had to hide her true form from the church, but everyone in Adam’s inner circle was so kind and proved themselves to be a true friend to her.

Beleth put on a light night gown that let her belly hang out in the air and laid down on the huge bed she and Adam shared. She caressed her bare bump. She used to have abdominal muscles that displayed her strength. She was proud of them as one more focused on curses and magecraft. But now, she had a solid looking bump that would tremble now and then with the kicks of her children. It looked mountainous and round like a fortune teller’s glassy orb. Her pale skin maintained the smooth quality it had before and her belly button had protruded out for the surface like a solitary mountain peak. Her breasts, previously moderate in size,  had grown immense  - veiny and filled with milk. She shifted her black claws to the underside of her bump. The twins had been restless for the past few days. Seth, one of Adam’s close retainers estimated that she was still a week away, so there was still a bit of time left until birth despite looking like she was ready to pop with one false move.

"How are you three doing,” Adam said, leaning on the door to the room. He’d gotten rid of his ceremonial attire and was now dressed in casual trousers and shirt. He had an overly concerned look on his smooth face, his golden eyes studying her swollen form sympathetically. Adam was an extremely caring man. That side of him was the only reason she was alive in the first place, but he could get a bit overbearing when it came to making sure she and their children were ok. 

“I’m fine, just a little tired,” Beleth responded, giving her belly an assuring pat as the skin’s surface rolled with the shifting of the babies. Adam’s face eased up when he saw the movement and joined Beleth on the bed, nestling close to her body. He rested his head right at the top of her bump

“They’re really active today, huh?” Adam said, rubbing his hand over the still undulating stomach and planting a kiss on its surface. “You two are little trouble makers already, huh?”

“They only get like this when you’re around,” Beleth sighed and jokingly shooed him away. “Now go do your kingly duties, so I can actually rest!”

“Oh come now, can’t I get a little bit of a break to spend time with my family?” Adam said while tracing his finger around the kicks and punches coming through the skin of her belly. 

“Fine, but only because your hands are so relaxing,” Beleth said, curling her tail around Adam to pull him closer and taking a smooth bottle off their night stand. 

“Ah ha, putting me to work are you,” Adam smiled, taking the bottle in his hands. He uncorked it and tilted it over Beleth’s belly, a creamy gold liquid dripped onto her taut skin - special massaging ointment just for her aches and pains. Adam began rubbing the ointment into her skin with smooth circles and kneading her belly lightly with his fingers. 

Beleth closed her eyes and sighed in satisfaction. His hands never failed to soothe her, but now her mind was on something else. 

“Do you think they’ll be ok?” She asked. 

“Hmm? We know they’re going to be healthy, we have Seth’s assurances, ” Adam said. Seth was one of Adam’s closest retainers and a former member of the clergy before Adam took up arms against the demon king. 

“What about the church then? What would they do if they found out they were half demon?” 

Beleth could feel Adam’s hands tense over her belly protectively. Beleth knew the church would mark her for death or exile at the very least if they ever found out she’d birthed two demon children. Even if she were human, it would mean torture and a nun’s life in some far beyond priory for the rest of her days. 

“You don’t have to worry about anything. Seth is a trusted member of my circle; he wouldn’t dare let the church find out about you or them,“ Adam said, a sharpness entered his voice and his hands felt firmer on her belly. 

"If they do anything to you three, I’ll have their heads. All of them,” he said sternly.

Beleth took comfort in that. Adam had been extremely protective of her since he found out about the babies, going so far to even scribe several protective charms against sickness and blades on her body. 

But she hoped that the time the charms would be a use and for Adam to take up his sword would never come to pass. Adam was a kind man. She didn’t want that to change. 

They remained there in peace for a few moments until Beleth felt something rub up against her clit. She recognized the careful touch of Adam’s fingers instantly. 

“Getting a little handsy, my love,” she moaned with a smile.

“I’m just attending to my kingly duties, like you asked,” he said softly. “I’ll take your mind off of the church." 

Adam moved down her body until he found his face at the lips of her vagina. He started slowly, his tongue only grazing the pregnant swollen, sensitive surface of her folds. Beleth let out a whispery moan and her tail started to curl. As Adam’s pace quickened, Beleth felt the pleasure course through her body. So much so that her dome-like belly slightly contracted.

She groaned and clutched the sides of her aching sphere as Adam continued to pleasure her. His hands moved to the sides of her belly and met her own, interlocking with each other. Beleth’s moans shifted into a sequence of high pitch squeals as she neared orgasm. Her wet pussy was throbbing with the need to cum and Adam sensed that. 

He increased the pace of his tongue movements up and across her slit, even going as far as to suck on her throbbing clit.

"By the gods! Oooough,” she moaned out loudly as her stomach contacted and the feeling of euphoric release coursed through her as she orgasmed.

“Are you ok?” Adam asked, moving back up to her face with gue hands still on her contracting bump. This tended to happen when she and Adam would pleasure each other.

“Yeah, but I think I’ll need more of your royal attention later…” She said, still stroking her

bump. 

“Of course, I’ll try not to get tied up in the festivities,” Adam planted a kiss on her lips and put on some of his less formal wear for the party. Then he left the room to leave Beleth to rest.

Beleth thought she’d change her mind when he left, but another uncomfortable flip and contraction told her she’d rather rest than party. 

That Night: 

Beleth awoke to a knock on the door. She vacantly fluttered her eyes open. She reached for the bed space beside her to find it empty. Adam must have still been at the party. 

Beleth sighed and got up from the bed as another knock came through. She shifted back to the bell disguise she wore in public and opened the door. 

“What is the mea-”

Before her was a tall man dressed in the blue and white church robes that covered half his face. In an instant a cloud of white smoke enveloped her face. 

It was like Beleth’s body went completely limp in that moment and fell into the man’s arms. Her lips couldn’t form shapes and her brain started to muddle as she quickly drifted back to sleep. 

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Beleth next awoke to the chaffing of irons on her wrists and ankles, and her wings bound and folded to her back. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of the space she was confined in. It looked like the walls were made of solid, well aged cobblestone, probably from an age before her time. Directly in front of her was a single door. 

“Shit…” she muttered, recognizing the shape and formation of the sigils. Exorcism magic. A spell of this caliber couldn’t kill her, but it would hurt like hell. 

“I see our ‘Queen’ is awake,” said a gravelly voice. An older man dressed in ornate robes with the colors and crest of the church. Archbishop Romani. 

“What do you want with me?” Beleth asked sharply. 

“Well, I wish to wash you and your children’s tainted existence from the world,” Romani spat. “However, the good king Adam has taken too many precautions…" 

The protective runes Adam placed on her and the babies were probably the only reason Beleth wasn’t dead right now. Blades and poisons wouldn’t do a thing. 

"So, I have opted to bring you to these grand ruins to conduct your release from life,” the old man clasped his hands together and sneered. “Unfortunately, the path there will be quite painful." 

The sigil underneath Beleth started to radiate a pale white. A burning sensation started to encompass her body like a wildfire in a dry forest.  

Beleth started out with a low groan, then reached a guttural scream as the sigil intensified in power. It felt as thought her body was being forcefully pulled apart. Her eyes felt like they would boil in her head. Beleth squirmed wildly under the weight of her belly and against the tight shackles. 

"FUCK,” she cried as the pain mounted further. The bishop smiled and increased the power. 

The torture lasted long enough that Beleth had forgotten where and why she was even in pain. The beginning of burns and bruises speckled her body. Her children were still as lively as ever though, kicking around her swollen stomach. That gave her a little bit of hope. 

The bishop sighed like he’d just sank in a heated bath. “I hope you aren’t too exhausted, we will begin anew tomorrow." 

Romani had to have found enjoyment in seeing her writhe in pain. But the only thing she could do was pray that Adam would find her. 

4 Weeks later: 

Four weeks of pain. Screaming. Being tortured. Beleth’s breathing was constantly haggard. Everyday she endured the same torture of a priest coming to activate light sigil under her. Everytime it felt like her body was being seared, inverted, and battered. The only thing that kept her from falling apart were her babies. They were as lively as ever. The blood of their father probably kept them safe from the church’s magic. 

The children still continued to grow as well. Stretch marks had started appearing more frequently and the weight of her belly had increased considerably. If her body wasn’t so weak, she’d probably have noticed that a hard sphere sat right on her pelvis. 

At the very least, Beleth had a better grasp of the situation than before. From the idle chit chat she picked up from the guards, the church had conducted a half effective coup against the "demon fucker” king as they called Adam. The night of the celebration, most, if not all of the clergymen started to paint the walls of the castle red. Unfortunately for them, they were in a den of warriors who’d fought far worse than spindly scripture readers. 

Their only prize from that night had been her and for the last four weeks they’d been enjoying her capture to the fullest. But that was going to change. Romani hadn’t come by in at least two days, which gave Beleth time to recover at least a fraction of her strength. 

Beleth took a deep breath and recited a spell - enchantment.  She heard the two guardsmen shift a bit and then after a second, they unlocked the door. They approached her and undid the locks on her shackled arms and legs. Beleth heaved her swollen form off the ground and with the snap of her fingers, the guards fell to the ground. 

Beleth walked over the comatose guards and nearly fell onto the side of the rock wall. Her body was still exhausted and she had to move away fast. 

Beleth traveled as speedily as she could through the catacombs. Her pointed out bump hung low as she lent onto the catacomb walls, one hand holding her up against the stone and the other supporting the underside of her belly. She hadn’t stood on two legs in weeks and her body never adjusted to having a heftier load of overdue twins. Even worse was the ever strengthening twinges of pain that coursed through her belly. 

“Ouughh, please, you have to hold on, I can’t give birth right now,” she mumbled. They felt so low. She needed to get out of the catacombs before the guards woke up or Romani came back. 

She continued waddling into the catacombs, following the scent of fresh air. Each step felt like she was getting closer and closer to bursting. The dusty air of the tunnels didn’t help, her breathing became harder to control as labor pains washed over her. She stopped every couple minutes to catch her breath. Each stop made the pressure feel heavier and heavier. 

Beleth stopped and leant all her weight on the wall, a particularly contraction gripped her entire stomach. The pressure peaked in her cervix. It felt like something fleshy was bulging out of her, threatening to burst. 

“Ahhh fuck, fuck, oooou-OUUGH!” Beleth moaned and cried out as a gush of water splashed out between her legs. The weight of her first baby’s head pressed hard on her cervix. 

“No, no, no, not now!” Beleth felt like breaking down. The exit wasn’t in sight, the guards were probably on their way and the babies were coming. She wanted Adam at her side. She NEEDED Adam right now. 

Despite the overwhelming pressure and the feeling of needing to bear down, she propped herself up and continued waddling down the corridor. 

Walking probably made things worse. The baby felt like it was moving lower and lower despite her resistance against pushing. She hadn’t thought to check herself when her waters broke, but now she was certain she was close to fully dilated if she wasn’t already. Her gait widened with the feeling of her big headed baby opening her cervix.  

Luckily the smell of the outside got stronger, but the sound of metal scraping metal, order shouting, and footsteps became louder as well. Beleth cautiously made her forward, biting her lip through another painful contraction. The sound of a group of footsteps started to get closer.

“Alright men, fan out. The monster couldn’t have gotten far,” said a gruff voice. “We gotta hurry up before the king gets here." 

 Beleth quickly ducked into a pathway away from the church soldiers. Her hastening movement made the baby crawl downward even further and make fluid drip from her folds. Beleth cursed as she waddled down the winding ways until she came across another room akin to the cell she was captured in down a narrow pathway; the only difference was that a few cave rocks had tumbled over the entrance. She squeezed her way in, heaved her heavy bump over the rocks and went inside the room.

Beleth’s legs finally caved underneath her. The pressure was too great now and she could feel the baby reach the opening of her vagina. She whimpered as the burn started to encompass her. 

"Hey, look! This gotta be from her!” A voice echoed from beyond the abandoned cell door. They probably found the spattering of fluid she’d been leaking.

The contraction intensified and the baby started opening her up more. She quickly put her hand between her legs and held the head steady, even moving it back a few notches. If she gave birth, its cries would alert them to her immediately. 

Beleth had no idea how long she was restrained there. Contraction after contraction compressed her womb and tried to force her baby against her palm as the soldiers continued poking around the nearby tunnels searching for her. 

“C'mon and leave you bastards,” she hissed. Sweat matted her hair to her shoulders, her body was exhausted from the constant contractions without progress. Beleth worried that she might not have the stamina to escape the catacombs even if they did leave. The baby was still bulging the lips of her crotch and with each passing moment Beleth felt like giving in to the persisting urge to push.

After what felt like an eternity, Beleth heard screaming and the clash of steel echo through the rock corridors. She still kept quiet amidst the ruckus and screaming soldiers. 

After 15 minutes, the battle started to move farther into the caves. Beleth moved her hand away from her mouth, her breathing immediately rougher than before. 

Suddenly, Beleth heard a familiar set of voices. 

“Adam, they must have moved her." 

"No! I know she’s here, I can feel it!”

Adam and Seth!

“I’m here! Oouuuugh, I’M HERE BEHIND THE DOOR, HURRY!” Beleth screamed hoarsely. Her stomach contracted hard on her, she couldn’t restrain the head any longer. She removed her hand and bore down hard with the full pressure. 

Adam and Seth slammed open the door to see her legs spread wide with a huge head at full crown in her pussy. Adam nearly slid to Beleth’s side. 

“By the gods Beleth, I’m so sorry!” He took her hand into his. Through her blurred vision, she saw tears streaming from his eyes. 

“The babies are coming, they’re so big!” Beleth clutched her contracting stomach as she bore down. She began to wonder if she needed to hold the baby back at all with how slowly it seemed to pull her open. 

Seth tore off his armored gauntlets and gloves and knelt between Beleth’s legs. The head of the first baby slowly spread out her pussy.

“It fucking burns, Aaaaaauuuuhhgh!” Beleth continued to push with the pain. She could feel every little feature on her child’s face as it passed through her. Her hard stomach heaved and contracted further making Beleth bear down even stronger. Soon, she felt a release. The head finally gushed forth from her pussy. Seth caught the head in palms and checked the head for a cord. 

Beleth lent on Adam’s body and panted for a bit, trying to catch her breath. Adam rubbed soothing circles around her still large stomach. The respite didn’t last long, the shoulders of the baby quickly shoved their way toward Beleth’s strained slit with a strong contraction. Her skin was still tight, but it relented easier with having just birthed the head. 

Her whole face turned red as she pushed down and the shoulders slowly slid out. Seth helped to bring the long overdue child out of her. Beleth’s still hard dome of a stomach shrank only a bit and amidst the contraction, the second child began its descent. Beleth fell back onto Adam’s body again. 

“Congratulations, you two have a healthy prince!” Seth announced as the baby started crying. He tore off a large piece of his cape and swaddled it after cutting the cord. 

“I’m so glad you’re here…” Beleth whispered to Adam. 

“I am too,” Adam planted a kiss on her sweaty forehead. 

The second child began its slow arrival soon after the first. However, Beleth was far too weak at this point. The torture, having to endure contraction, it had finally settled into her body.  

Seth shook his head as another contraction passed without progress. The baby’s head was just at the cusp of beginning to crown, but Beleth’s pushes were far too weak and she was in no condition to stand. Seth only had one plan. 

“You both won’t like this,” Seth said, observing Beleth’s worn state. “Adam, on her next push, press down on the top of her belly. Beleth, you’ll feel more pressure, but you need this baby out." 

More pain was the last thing Adam wanted to inflict on his wife. Beleth wrapped her tail comfortingly around Adam’s waist. 

"It’s ok, I can take it.” Beleth said softly with a rasp in her throat. She heard him swallow hard behind her as he put his hands firmly on top of her belly. The surface hardened under his palms and Beleth recoiled into his body. 

She bore down with what little strength she had and Adam pressed down hard on the top of her belly. Beleth grit her teeth as she felt the pressure increase with his help. Their baby started to crown steadily until Seth was able to put his fingers around the head. 

Beleth arched her back as the contraction tightened even harder and the big head stretched her into the ring of fire. Her face scrunched up as the baby moved further and further.

Then with a small tug from Seth, the baby’s head erupted from her vagina with a large gush of fluid. The contraction started to soften, but Beleth continued to push. She was desperate for this to be over. 

The shoulders slid steadily out of her and then the body. Seth caught the last babe and brought it up to Beleth’s tired arms. 

“A second prince for you two,” Seth said proudly as he brought the first twin up to the royal parents.

All Beleth wanted to do now was sleep, but finally holding the babies she’d long waited for kept the exhaustion at bay. Adam was beside himself as well. He’d thought the worst had happened when Beleth was taken but here he was staring, tears in his eyes, at his children and exceptionally strong wife. 

Once the placenta was birthed, Seth and Adam carried her and the children out of the cave. The bodies of Romani’s men were scattered about the cavern walls, no doubt Romani himself would be amongst them. 

She didn’t care about vengeance right now though. She only cared about the two bundles of joy in her arms.