Pregnancy has been emotional havoc for her; her already irritable personality was exacerbated by maternal hormones making her hella aggressive, defensive, and for some reason, sexually insatiable. She's dragged you into the bathroom for more quickies than you can count since she found out she'd be laying eggs in a few months. And you have to say, it calmed her down a lot. Towards the late stage of her pregnancy, she became more and more nurturing, and while still maintaining a demeanor of suave coolness, you began to see her soften a little. Like she was really ready to be a mother.
But now you see something new in her eyes... Fear. Tears are welling up in her big eagle eyes and she looks scared.
"A-Anon... They're coming... They're coming and I don't know what to do!"
You gently hold her claw and cradle her head against your chest as you feel her writhe a little as the contractions start hitting her. She grips your hand tight, not from pain; no, she's far too tough for that... But from fear.
You feel her trembling, and give her swollen belly a gentle rub, feeling the eggs inside rub against each other as they shift in preparation for being laid. You gently ease away from her head and bring yourself down to her abdomen, kissing her and gently massaging her sides and flanks as you lie her down on her back. She's still trembling, and you can hear her begin to softly cry.
"It's okay, Gilda" you say. "You'll lay these eggs and everything is going to be just fine."
She doesn't seem to be reassured. You move down her legs to her paws, giving them a firm massage. Her poor toes are cold, and she can hardly keep her legs from quaking in pain and anxiety. After a few minutes, you return to her head to kiss her beak deeply. An idea pops into your head. Maybe...
You slide your hand down past her perfect, swollen tummy, down towards her nethers. You can feel how tight and stretched they are, but also quite wet. You bring a finger to her clitoris, and slowly begin to play with it. Gilda's soft cries cease immediately, as she gasps in surprise. You take it as a sign of reassurance, and continue your therapy. At first she seemed confused, but after a minute or two, she feels much more relaxed, and you can see the white shell of an egg peak through her lips. After rubbing her clit with your finger for a few minutes, you squeeze it between your finger and the egg inside her. Gilda gasps again, and arcs her back upwards, making her belly protrude even further. The motion pushes the egg almost halfway out of her.
That seemed to do the trick, since she let out a shaky moan of pleasure and effortlessly pushed the egg the rest of the way out. She panted for a moment as she slowly let her rump back down to the floor, her wings twitching in ecstasy. She squealed with renewed pleasure as another egg slid to replace the first, sliding right over her g-spot. Her legs started quaking, this time with orgasmic tremors rather than fear. You quickly glance at her face, and see she's making an o-face more beautiful than you've ever seen.
"Oh, Anooon~" she moans.
You smile cheekily, moving the first egg out of the way. Now it was time to kick things into overdrive. You close your eyes and put your mouth on Gilda's swollen, pregnant clit. Her response is immediate, arcing her back again, but this time the egg is pushed farther back in her birth canal. She doesn't care, as the tongue work you're giving her is reducing her beyond the capacity for rational thought. She squeals and moans, making shuddering guttural noises as her hips sway and her abdomen convulses. You have to hold her hips in place as she quivers with pleasure. You can feel the second egg being pushed down towards her labia again, but you gently push it back with your finger. Not too far; just far enough to push it back and forth over Gilda's g-spot. She lets out a noise like a she's trying to fill her lungs with air all in one go, and a new wave of spasms perpetuates your motion with the egg. After a few seconds, Gilda's legs are simply physically unable to hold her as her autonomic muscles shut down from mind-meltingly pleasurable sensation. She moans as the second eggs slides out right as her rump hits the floor again.
The third egg was the biggest yet. About twice the size of the other two, it takes longer to be pushed down Gilda's birth canal. By this time her belly looked smaller, only appearing to be the size it was when she had only been pregnant for a few months. The lump moves from her belly down to her groin, and you took your mouth off her clit in preparation for this final egg. Her legs start to make half-hearted movements as she revels in the aftershocks of the best orgasms she has ever had. You go back to rubbing her clit, and when you look at her face, you see she's alternating between groaning and gasping in pleasure, and she's crying in rapture, when she can even keep her eyes open. You move back to the task at hand, and gently push the egg down towards her vagina from the outside, sliding your hand down her still-tight belly. She spasms briefly when the egg pushes on her g-spot, and you oblige her by rubbing the outside of her belly so as to press her g-spot between your hand and the egg. The effect is immediate; her toes curl and uncurl for a few seconds as her eyes go completely wide. She's completely at a loss for sound, and she ejaculates a small amount from her swollen pussy. When she finally breathes in again, she makes a sound like she's almost in pain; somewhere between laughter, sobbing, and a squeaking, squealing, crying interlude leaks from her beak. She crowns the egg for a moment, her spasms pushing it farther and farther out with each breath she takes. Finally, she pushes it out.
She quivers from the mere memory of the pleasure she was in, and after a few minutes of panting and convulsing in the fetal position, she whispers: "Let's have more."
