C214 Having Children

He came in softly, and I winced in pain, and he stroked my brow with his hand.

One hand on my waist, deep inside me.

I grit my teeth and endure the pain from the tearing.

He kissed my eyelids.

I opened my eyes and saw the pain on his face. I wiped the sweat off his face and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

He rose gently, his body slowly adapting to him