Jack untangled himself from Sandra after a frenzied bout of lovemaking. She sat up when he did, shaking her head to get her long, red hair out of her face.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" She asked.
"Absolutely. I've been waiting my entire life for this." He said. He looked deeply into her brown eyes, seeing the sadness as well as the joy she anticipated from this event. "Are you certain you're willing, love?" he asked gently.
"You know that I'd never allow anyone else to do it. When I married you, I swore to be with you no matter what happens. I'm with you all the way." She leaned over and kissed him, then swung herself out of bed and stood up. "Come on, let's do it."
Jack got up and followed her into the room they'd prepared for this moment. He lay down on the center of the geometric pattern that covered the floor of the room, and watched Sandra as she brought out a small silver bowl. It had taken months of preparation to produce the contents of that bowl, following carefully the directions on the ancient scroll that held the answer to his years of searching. He watched the as she reached into her vagina, removing a sponge she had secreted there, and squeezed the mingled fluids from their lovemaking into the bowl, stirring it with her finger. She then took some of the resulting paste and spread it over her crotch, reaching in and rubbing it deep inside herself. He smiled as she walked over and stood over him, as she had in practice so many times before, straddling his torso, and squatting so that he could see her vaginal lips part slightly, hovering over his belly button. She reached into the bowl and traced a series of arcane runes on his belly, circling his navel. He stifled giggles - he had always been particularly ticklish around there, and the paste seemed to make him even more sensitive. Then she set the bowl down, and together they chanted the words to complete the spell.
As he chanted, Jack felt a pressure building inside him, underneath his navel. It rose and fell in a rhythmic pulsing, just slightly out of sync with his own heartbeat. As they intoned the last of the words, Jack saw his wife's body arch, hearing her cry out in pleasure as he felt a release from deep inside him. Sandra's vaginal lips spread apart, and from between them came a brilliant beam of ruby light, rushing to meet the matching beam from Jack's navel. As the two beams met, there was a bright flash, and then the light began to pulse, keeping time with the rhythm Jack had noticed earlier, the rhythm of Sandra's heartbeat. Then the light began to fade, changing into an umbilical cord connecting the two lovers. Exhausted, Sandra collapsed into Jack's arms.
They lay there for a long while, recovering from the effects of the spell. Sandra smiled down at Jack, and now there was no trace of sadness in her eyes. "We're committed now, you realize. No matter what you or I do, love, by this time tomorrow, you'll be resting in your new home." She said, patting her belly, which was already starting to swell as her body prepared itself for a passenger.
"I know that, honey, and there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be." He said, smiling. "Here, I won't be able to take this with me - will you wear it for me?" He took off his wedding ring and handed it to Sandra.
"I accepted your ring once before, I'll gladly wear this one too." Sandra said, tears in her eyes as she placed the ring on the opposite hand from her wedding ring. "I'll take good care of it. But I'll take better care of you, my love." She embraced Jack and gave him a passionate kiss.
Jack returned the kiss with equal feeling, and when they separated, he smiled. He could feel his body flowing into Sandra's, fueling the changes that would allow their ultimate union. Despite this, he felt full of energy, and knew exactly what to do with it. He smiled at Sandra, and he could tell that she had the same idea. He reached for her, and lifted her in his arms as he had on their wedding night, when he had carried her into their new home. He grunted with her weight, but he had always been strong, and she had not drained him too much just yet. She adjusted herself in his arms to keep from pulling uncomfortably on the umbilical cord, then he carried her through the doorway into their bedroom. For the rest of the day, they made love with a level of joy and abandon rivaling that of their wedding night, freed of all inhibitions by the knowledge that this would be their last time. Finally, completely and wonderfully exhausted, Jack fell asleep in the arms of his loving wife.
Jack dreamed, as he had so many times before, of the peaceful world of his mother's womb. He relived memories that were all too clear as his world was disrupted by tremors rippling through it, turning him upside-down. Then came the squeezing pressure, forcing him out of this comfortable existence, and into the harsh light of the world. This time, however, he did not emerge into the blinding glare and noisy bustle of the hospital, but rather into a chamber like the one he had just left, but somehow even more pleasant. When the squeezing stopped, he heard a gentle voice, his wife's voice, speaking soothing words that he could not make out, comforting him. His world rocked gently as she began to move around, and he let himself be soothed of his recent trauma by the gentle motion, and the love that surrounded him.
He awoke in Sandra's arms, feeling her rocking him back and forth with the gentle motion from his dream. He caught sight of them in the mirror, his tiny, hairless body cradled protectively to her breast, the umbilical cord spilling out over the cradle of her arms and disappearing into the secret recesses of her body. He could se the gravid swell of her belly, full of the fluid that would support him in his new home. A touch of awe filled him at the thought of what was going to happen, and he looked up lovingly at the woman who was willing to sacrifice so much of herself for his sake.
Sandra saw him and gave him one of the dazzling smiles that had made him made him fall in love with her when they first met. "Good, you're awake. It is almost time for the final joining, beloved. Are you ready?" When he nodded, she walked through the open doorway to the birthing room. She settled herself into the birthing pool they had built; sliding her legs into the guides that held them spread, opening her for his passage.
As she settled into the contoured seat, she held him against her, guiding his mouth to her left nipple. As instinct took over, and he began to suckle from her, he felt her body relax, her final tension eased by his nursing. Her milk was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, and as he nursed, he felt it flow through him, triggering the final adjustments to his body, shutting down organs that were no longer necessary. As she shifted him to her other breast, he felt the milk from this one pass right through him and into her through the umbilical cord, signaling his readiness to her body. He felt her pulse and breathing quicken, her body getting ready for the exertion of birth. He looked up at her, and saw in her eyes, joy, anticipation, love, and a deep, consuming need, an intense hunger that echoed their connection. He was surprised to realize that she now wanted this even more than he did! He tried to speak to her, to tell her that he loved her, but he could not draw the breath necessary, his lungs had already ceased to function. She smiled, and he saw in her face that she understood.
"Well, my love, now only one step remains. Shortly, I will welcome you into my most intimate embrace. I will always treasure our time together out here, and I will keep you safe inside for as long as I live." She lifted him, and kissed his tiny lips. "Farewell, and welcome."
Sandra lowered him into the water of the pool. Jack felt the warm water surround him, warming him to the temperature of her womb. He saw the entrance to her body open wide, ready to receive him, and her hands brought him to it, holding him with his toes brushing against her vaginal lips. He extended his legs, pushing them deep into her vagina, feeling her inner muscles pulling at him, then he pulled back until only his feet were inside her. He thrust in and out again and again, building up a rhythm, and felt Sandra's heartbeat race as he carefully stroked her most sensitive areas with his thrusts. Finally, as he extended his legs, he felt her vagina clamp down on his legs and pull him swiftly in up to his waist as she orgasmed. With her next contraction, he slipped his hands in as well, and began stroking her clitoris as she slowly drew him into her body. She came twice more, pulling him deeply with each orgasm, and much less so with each smaller contraction, until she had engulfed his mouth, leaving only his eyes sticking out. She paused there, and he saw her face looking down, slightly distorted by the water. She looked exhausted, but happy, and he saw her mouth the words "I love you" before leaning back again. He felt her fighting to hold back the contractions just a little longer, and stuck out his tongue and began to lick at whatever was within reach. This had the desired effect; he felt her writhe in pleasure, and her control slipped entirely. With one powerful contraction, he was pulled completely into her birth canal. He lay there for several heartbeats, feeling her body resting, recovering her strength for the final push. Then her body squeezed him so tightly that he almost was afraid he would be crushed, and he felt himself forced through a narrow passageway into a spacious, fluid-filled chamber. When his head passed through into her womb, he finally rested. He felt her body relax, acting with less urgency to seal his entrance behind him, and he lay there, listening to the pervasive sound of her heartbeat, soothing away the birth trauma. He felt a peace he had not felt since the day that his mother had expelled him from paradise. A rush of shared joy and a sense of rightness flooded the link between him and Sandra.
He heard Sandra's voice in his head, sounding tired, but with a joyful overtone. "Welcome home, beloved. Everything went well, and you have earned your rest. Sleep well, my love." With her words, he felt a wave of exhaustion overtake him, and felt her presence leading him down into a deep, peaceful sleep, finally free of the nightmares that had haunted him throughout his life.
Sandra lay still in the pool for an hour, feeling her body close up again, returning to a more normal shape after the distortions. Soon, her uterus would be sealed completely against any intrusion, her cervix closing and disappearing forever, as the passage it had provided was now unneeded. In another hour, nothing short of her death would be able to harm her husband where he lay peacefully within her. She stood, thankful for Jack's insistence that she wear a pregnancy simulator for the past several months to help her adjust to moving with her new weight. Despite the differences between the simulation and the real thing, she moved easily, almost gracefully with her new passenger. She placed a hand on her swollen belly, feeling Jack's slumber within her as she went to cast the final spell, to ensure that no one would question or take note of his disappearance or her eternal pregnancy. As she left the birthing room, she whispered to her sleeping passenger, "Happy Birthday, my love."
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