The Pregnant Warrior

Alexandra stood at the doorway, watching her husband march home across the wheat field. She had expected him back home, but not for another month. She was surprised when the town centre received word via messenger that the army of Karros was on the way back, victorious once more. Alexandra had prepared the house, having the servants quickly tend to all matters and making it appropriate for her warrior husband. She kept the house clean and tidy, but she wanted it immaculate upon his return. He had spent a month at sea, three months on land fighting the state of Aphocillis, and another month back at sea to return home. He deserved a clean household and a diligent wife.

Her heart fluttered when she saw him coming up the dusty path, helmet and shield in hand. He was clothed in his leather armour, his grey cloak sweeping at his boots. He was tall, as were all Karrosians, and chiselled from the gods themselves. Muscles rippled; his strength matched by his bloodlust. He was Kranor, Captain of a legion, a man ten times her senior and had killed in the hundreds. The Karrosians were the deadliest fighters in the known world, their armies unmatched, their destruction unchecked. They were brutal and ferocious, and in the last two hundred years, they had never lost a battle.

She went out to greet him. Kranor was dirty; his leather was cut, and mud was on his calves. She thought she even saw dried blood in his beard. But that didn't matter to her. She was the wife of a Karrosian; it was an honour to be his bride, and truth be told, Alexandra found it arousing. They had been only briefly married for a spell before Kranor had been called to duty. She missed his touch, his scent. His manhood.

Luckily for her, Kranor also missed her. She was aware of how the men behaved while away. It wasn't unusual for him to take a lover, man or woman. He had needs. Blood made him horny, just like her. But Alexandra smiled as Kranor tossed his shield onto the ground and swept her in his arms. He had missed her as well.

X X X X X

"Just there..." Alexandra moaned as Kranor entered her back door. He had slathered his cock in oil, helping with the transition into her backside. Kranor growled as he felt his mammoth tip penetrate Alexandra and then begin sliding deep into her bowels.

He had developed a taste for this entrance since he was a young man. Karrosians were as much lovers as they were warriors and he had known only male lovers during his boyhood and then early adult life since beginning his training at a young age. As such, even with his wife, he found himself drawn to that hole.

Luckily for him, Alexandra also found it agreeable. She was bent over before him, moaning loud on their bed, her ass up in the air as Kranor went deep to the root within her. He admired her shapely buttocks, her smooth porcelain skin and her jet-black hair as he worked his cock backwards and thrust forward again. Alexandra gave another great big moan of pleasure when he did that.

"You have prepared yourself well for me wife," Kranor told her. While he was thrusting into her backside he was also playing with her swollen womanhood. Her fingers danced around her own pleasurable nub at the top of her slit. "You have smoothed yourself."

"Yes, husband..." She nodded, head down, letting Kranor pump away into her ass. He watched his cock slide in and out of her hairless hole, disappearing with his thrusts only to re-emerge again. His balls tingled in delight. Alexandra had always been a tight and delicious fuck ever since their wedding night. He had picked well for his betrothed. Even when he had his pick of lovers during the war, he told her that he often thought fondly of her and yearned for her body.

As was Karrosian tradition both he and his wife would keep themselves shaven, hairless from the head down. Kranor was far tanner than Alexandra but that was only because he spent his whole life in the sun while she looked after their household. She was a tall woman originating from a port on the western sea, sold to Karros with many more to be brides for the warriors.

For though they may be the greatest warriors on Earth, that came with a price.

Kranor felt Alexandra convulse and then heard her scream as his pace quickened inside her. He rammed hard, his hips slapping into her, as he grabbed her by the waist and unleashed his fury. His orgasm had been building for days, and his balls hung heavy and full, swinging between his sinewy legs. Her juices flowed freely from her womanhood, even squirting out of her, as Kranor gave it his all.

He ploughed her ass hard, nearly splitting her in two before he himself was yelling. His seed erupted out of his manhood within Alexandra's bowels, and he sprayed all of his fertile essence where there was no chance of pregnancy. Alexandra screamed again and unleashed another deluge from between her legs.

Both of them collapsed on the bed, Kranor still hard, his cock still throbbing, as he lay on top of her, both of them sweating and breathing heavily from their intense lovemaking. Alexandra did not persuade him to leave her backside. She grabbed his arm, feeling the hard muscle, and wrapped it around her waist, letting them rest. Kranor's cock blocked up any escape of his seed from Alexandra's behind.

After a few minutes resting together, heart rates returning to normal, Kranor stirred. "I have been chosen."

"Chosen?" Alexandra asked, almost dreamily. She was still happily embraced by her strong husband, his sword hard within her making her feel very content.

"For the fertility ritual," Kranor explained. "I was selected."

That caused Alexandra to stir. She looked over at her husband into those dark eyes of his. "Chosen? That means..."

"I will be home for the season until the child is born. My first time since I was a boy that I will not be on the front lines." Kranor was upset. "But, my child will be strong. He will carry on my name and the way of war. I have put it off long enough, and now that I have you, you will help raise him as is proper."

"I've been studying as much of the history of Karros as I could. The servants have been a big help." Alexandra explained. "I will help you through this and raise the child to your desires."

Kranor kissed her on the shoulder. "Thank you, wife. I am glad we came together like this."

She smiled. "Me too. And I am sorry you must now carry this burden. This is a woman's job..."

"That is the deal, the price that must be paid for Karros." Kranor gave her a stern look. "I will do my duty. Tomorrow, I will go to the temple; the ritual will be performed. Until then, I want to enjoy my wife's body until I pass out."

Kranor moved his hips and plunged his manhood once again back fully into Alexandra's behind and made his squeal in pleasure! He held her tight, Alexandra unable to move, as he destroyed her backside once more, her ring collapsing under the punishment as he drove her to pleasure again and again with his cock.

Tomorrow would be the ritual, something Alexandra had heard of but would be unable to witness. It was for men only, soldiers of Karros. Women were forbidden to attend. There, Kranor would undergo the ritual with his fellow warriors, and the debt would be paid.

The gods were about to make Kranor pregnant.

X X X X X

It had been a shock to Alexandra when she had first arrived in Karros. She had been delivered via ship to the western docks of Kollip, then immediately transported via wagon with ten other women to the small village of Keelm, a day's ride from Karros's capital. She knew the stories and heard the rumours of Karros, but nothing ever prepared her to see them in person.

Her city-state had a deal with Karros for supplying young women to the warfaring nation. Karros would ensure protection for the young ladies who would become wives of their soldiers. It was understood that Karros could not produce women of their own, and so needed them supplied by many city-states on the continent.

When Alexandra had stepped foot on the ground of the village square with the other women, there were a group of soldiers waiting for her, dressed in cloaks only but alert and battle-hardened as any men she had ever seen. One had been Kranor. He immediately requested her once he saw her, and she agreed. The other women paired off with the remaining soldiers, and that was simply it; there was no ceremony or ritual. She was just his. The soldiers took their wives and departed for their homes. Kranor had a horse and cart himself and told Alexandra that she would ride with him to her new home.

Within the village square, Alexandra observed all the men. They were all warriors, tanned and bronzed, with long hair but no beards and their arms as big as her waist. The deadliest men on Earth who could rip a man's skull apart with their bare hands. They were the epitome of war, bred to their calling.

And then that was what shook Alexandra when she saw it. One man at first, taller than her, shoulders wide, biceps big and glistening. He was wearing only a loincloth and a cloak, which he had swept over his shoulder, and was talking to three other men. Except this man's belly was swollen, huge like he had swallowed a boulder! Alexandra had only seen a belly that big before, and that had been on her mother's and sister's when they were pregnant!

His navel was popped on his rotund stomach. He was rubbing his belly, caressing it. Unlike all the other men who were shaved, his chest was hairy, as were his arms and legs, and his beard was long and unkept. He seemed happy, a tad round at the hips as he rubbed his gravid stomach.

"I know what you are thinking," Kranor said to Alexandra as she stood there, surprised. "And you would be correct. He is with child."

"How can that be?" Alexandra asked her new husband. "Men are not fertile like that! They cannot carry children!"

"That is the curse of Karros," Kranor said. "That is why you are here."

On the drive back to Kranor's farm the warrior explained to the bride the history of Karros, which not many outsiders knew.

Back in the old history, Karros had been a small fledgling city that was constantly attacked and pillaged by those far greater than its own. The city had cried out to the gods, demanding help and promised anything in return that they may have the strength to crush their enemies. The gods appeared to the great General Thorrik and promised him that Karros would become the greatest warriors in the history of the world, never to be beaten in combat, and they would smite their enemies. Sons would be born in Karros, who would continue this eternal warfare and bring peace to their people.

Thorrik was quick to take the deal, but there was a price to be paid. In exchange for this deal, the gods laughed and cursed the Karrosians. No more women would ever be born from a Karrosian. Only sons. Men would have to carry the children to term, and the great warriors were reduced to maternal needs to ensure their army continued.

The Karrosian's won their battles, defeating their enemies. Their exploits grew, as did their prowess. And so they had to adapt and overcome this curse. Soldiers would be chosen during a lottery every season to see who would carry the children. If selected they would travel to the main temple of Karros, be blessed by a priest, and they would become fertile within. They would undergo a pregnancy like any woman would, and after nine months, they would birth a son, a new warrior for the army.

Once the Karrosian male had performed his duty and given birth, he would be allowed a season without having to enter the lottery before it could become his turn again. Some were never selected while some Karrosians seemed to be pregnant non-stop every two years. With no natural-born women, the Karrosians bought, stole or captured them to help with the child raising.

Alexandra understood now what her duty was to be as she arrived at Kranor's farm. The world had suddenly become a very different place.

X X X X X

Back in the present day, Kranor was gone for a week before he once again returned home. This time he arrived in the dusty path in a grey cloak in the summer air. Alexandra stood at the doorway, watching him as he approached. She did not meet him this time because she was unsure of his mood. She had never seen him scared, and he certainly wasn't. But he appeared... uncertain when he had left for the temple.

When he stepped onto the porch, his face was stoic. Alexandra looked up at him as he nodded. "It has been completed. I am with child."

Alexandra reached out, placing her hand on his stomach. It appeared as it always had, firm and tight, his abs rippling. There was no hint of pregnancy, nor had she guessed there would be. But she rubbed his stomach all the same. "You have been trained for far worse, husband. You have experienced far worse. May I suggest you enjoy the calm for this season and rest."

"Rest?" The word was foreign to Kranor.

Alexandra smiled. "Dear husband, this is why you have a wife. Come inside and let me make you some tea. There is much to prepare for."

X X X X X

The first few months were some of the fondest times of Alexandra's life. And even if he never admitted, she also guessed they were Kranor's. Kranor and Alexandra spent much of their time in the bedroom, connecting their bodies and souls since they had never reallyhad the opportunity to do so. Kranor, as a Captain, was quite wealthy and, as well as owning his large farm, could employ dozens of servants to tend and cultivate in addition to looking after the house and livestock.

Alexandra found herself at the end of Kranor's cock almost constantly and loved every second of it. The two tried many positions and acts, some of which were quite foreign to Alexandra, but she enjoyed trying them. A few they both really enjoyed. She especially loved having him in her mouth. His cock widened her jaw, and at first, she could barely fit its length within her mouth. Much training and experience, however, and she soon could swallow him deeply, all the way to the root. She especially loved when his seed would erupt and shoot forth down into her stomach. She loved the taste of it! Once a day, Kranor would reward her with swallowing at least one of his loads, and Alexandra happily swallowed it all up.

Kranor's libido matched Alexandra's and more so. He was ravenous for her, and she let him go. Part of her wondered if it was because of the changes he was going through. It took a few months, but eventually, both of them started to notice a slight bulge in Kranor's stomach, the first sign of his budding pregnancy. He no longer had the flat, toned muscles. They were still there but starting to disappear into a growing bloat of Kranor's midsection.

He found that to be a little troubling at first. His body was in peak physical shape, and watching it begin to change and become softer visibly upset him. To placate him, Alexandra spent every moment they weren't making love rubbing his belly, caressing and kissing it, and telling him how beautiful he was. She did find it beautiful, something she had not expected. She loved her hunking, towering soldier, but now she loved this new, maternal side of him. After a few months, even Kranor seemed to be enjoying the changes, often rubbing his pregnant stomach idly when Alexandra wasn't doing it for him.

Alexandra was introduced to more and more traditions as Kranor's pregnancy grew. Kranor had to give the Gods a burnt offering once a week to please them and hope for a safe and healthy child. He was forbidden from going to war, which was his biggest gripe. He stood in the village square watching his legion march on to another battle, disappearing over the hill. Only the women and the pregnant men remained in the village.

There were even traditions for her as his wife. For one, once pregnant, he was forbidden to shave a hair on his body. It was superstition more than anything, but the Karrosians believed that the man had to return back to his most natural state during the pregnancy. His chest hair grew, and so did his arm and leg hair. Alexandra was also forbidden, so her hair was returned. The two looked like a pair of wolves within a month.

Alexandra was also told to prepare for milk. As a man, Kranor would be unable to supply the milk for his child, so Alexandra had to start producing as the mother. Kranor spent an hour a day on each breast, suckling away to induce lactation. After three months, she had started to produce milk, but Kranor kept up his manipulations so that Alexandra found her breasts heavy and full very quickly. She enjoyed this new side to her feminism as well.

The final hurdle, as it were, was to prepare Kranor for birth. There was only one hole for the baby to come out of, and it was not designed for its new purpose. History had dictated to the Karrosian men that training helped greatly in a swift and smooth birth. Alexandra started with a finger first, exploring Kranor's backside. Kranor was no prude to backside manipulations like she was, having had male lovers before, but Alexandra started slow and during their lovemaking, she would get bolder. By the end of his first trimester, Alexandra could easily stick four fingers within his rear door and bring him to an explosive finish.

Still, Kranor got his whole hand inside Alexandra's backside, and his hand was much larger than her own. He would often fist her until she almost passed out, crushing orgasm after screaming orgasm. He explored her body just as much as she did his. The two soiled their sheets every few hours. They were inseparable.

Kranor's morning sickness came and went easily. Alexandra had been around her sister and mother when they had been with child, and she was surprised at how comfortable and easy his pregnancy was. He wasn't tired, in pain. Compared to some of the women she had seen go through it, Alexandra considered Kranor's the easiest pregnancy of all.

X X X X X

Alexandra stroked her husband's hairy, round belly. He was lying on his back, sitting in bed, watching the sunrise from their bedroom doorway out onto their porch. He was nude, as she was, lying next to him. He still had a few months to go, but he was getting closer to the final stages. In the last week, Alexandra felt his belly balloon aggressively. He was as large as her youngest sister's pregnancy when she had been full term, and his navel had yet to pop! She rubbed his round stomach, which was as big as a boulder.

He had been out in the fields an hour ago, still training and honing his skills as a warrior despite his pregnancy and size. He was covered in a sheen of sweat from all the exertion. His skills remained sharp and focused, but his body was not as athletic as it once had been. His pregnancy was still easy and comfortable, and his energy was boundless, but you could not do much about the huge stomach. He did his exercises and training with his spear and sword in the nude, satisfied himself with his posture and physique, and then returned back to bed as the sun rose and so did Alexandra.

"I received word that a fellow solider of mine, a Captain himself that I have known since I was a boy, has also undergone the ritual," Kranor said quietly.

"How lovely." Alexandra snuggled into her husband deeper, still caressing his vast stomach. Her head was in the crook of his arm. She could smell his sweat and body odour, but it only aroused her. She loved how much more of a man he smelled now that he was so hairy, like an animal. "You smell dangerous." She whispered to him.

Kranor smiled. "Do I?"

"Mmmhmmm. I watched you in the field when you didn't think I was watching. You still move and glide like water, even as pregnant as you are. You look and smell incredible like this." She purred. Her hand dangled down to the lower part of his belly, tracing through his thick forest to where she knew a steel spear of manhood would be waiting for her.