Cravings and Collapse

 Pregnancy made me insatiable.

Every night—every single night—my body ached, pulsed, craved them. Not just one of them. All of them. The deeper into the last trimester I got, the more I needed to be touched, tasted, filled. They spoiled me without hesitation. Nine men, and not one ever said no.

Each night started like a ritual.

The villa would go quiet after dinner, the lights dim, and I’d slip out of my robe, letting my belly lead the way as I padded barefoot into whichever room they were in. No words—just a look, a low moan, and hands would be on me. It didn’t matter where. The kitchen, the veranda, the stairs.

They knew my cravings like clockwork.

Jake always started with my breasts. “So full,” he’d whisper, mouth hot and greedy, licking and sucking until I was gasping, hips grinding into whoever lay beneath me.

Ethan loved to taste me first. Every night, he slid between my thighs and made it a mission to make me come at least twice before anyone else even touched me.

Tyler fucked me like it was the last time every time—deep, slow, intense, one hand under my belly, the other gripping my throat while he told me how perfect I was like this.

Marcus liked to bend me over furniture, my stomach cradled by cushions, ass in the air as he took me from behind, one hand smacking me just hard enough, the other teasing me until I couldn’t stop shaking.

Noah was my aftercare and my undoing. He’d slide in while I was still trembling, still wet, hold my face and say, “Let me give you something soft,” even as he fucked me deep enough to make my toes curl.

David worshipped me like he was praying—kissing every inch of my skin, murmuring about how I was magic, divine, and how he wanted to get me pregnant again the second this baby was out.

Max always took his time. He’d lie me back, oil up my belly, massage me slowly, kiss lower, lower, until I was writhing, begging, and he was already inside me before I realized he’d even moved.

Rylan and Liam loved to tag team me. One in my mouth, the other between my legs, switching places, holding my legs open, telling me how fucking gorgeous I looked stuffed full.

And I let them. I needed it. My body was on fire, overloaded, hormonal, aching. The only thing that ever brought me down from that edge was their touch.

Then came that night.

I was thirty-nine weeks. My belly was huge. My back ached. My nipples throbbed. I couldn’t sleep—I wanted. No, I needed.

I crawled into the center of the bed, naked, needy, and whispered, “I need you.”

And they came. All nine of them.

They took me that night. Together. All at once. One feeding me his cock, another between my legs. Fingers. Tongues. Hands holding my hips, teasing my breasts, gripping my throat, spreading me open. One inside, another waiting. I couldn’t keep track anymore. All I knew was that I was crying out, overwhelmed with pleasure, my swollen belly shaking as they made me come again and again until my voice was hoarse.

Sweat. Heat. Desperate moans. Possessive hands.

They told me I was beautiful. That I’d never looked more perfect. That they couldn’t wait to see me become a mother—their goddess, glowing and ruined under all of them.

When I finally screamed with the biggest orgasm of the night, my body clenched down so tight around Max’s cock I felt the pop—

And then the pain hit.

Sharp. Deep. Real.

“Wait,” I gasped, breath hitching, heart pounding. “Something’s—oh fuck—fuck.”

They froze. Ethan’s eyes widened. Tyler was already dialing the midwife. Max gently pulled out, eyes locked on me.

“My water just broke,” I said, voice shaky, body still trembling. “I think I’m in labor.”

Nine men, breathless and wide-eyed, suddenly dropping into action—like they’d trained for this. But not one left me.

They helped me breathe. Held my hands. Kissed my forehead. Whispered how strong I was.

I was still aching. Still swollen from all the love they’d poured into me. But now, I was about to bring life into the world—their world.

And every single one of them was right there, watching me fall apart again… this time, for something even greater.