make me feel wanted [birthing thread]

Flesh burned beneath glorious crimson and ebony drapes as Fiamette writhed within her mothers contracting womb. What had once been a peaceful home had fallen into chaos for the little girl, as she did not know she was about to be born into the real world. Her body cringed as a foreign pressure pushed her into oblivion, and away from the warmth of her siblings. She was being sucked out of her home and being pushed toward something she craved so badly, but had yet to experience. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the girls fragile mind, she would emerge. Her small frame would slide onto the earth silently, her body dripping in various juices from her mothers uterus. She had been the first to emerge, making her the first born of the litter. Discharge weighed her down as she flailed unknowingly against the earth, her mouth agape as she attempted to whine in protest. Legs stretched out, nostrils flared, and lungs burned as her body began adapting to the sudden change in scenery. She could not see, nor could she hear- but she could smell her mothers sweet perfume, and she would allow it to guide her to safety. Instincts would take over, and without hesitation she would make her way toward her mother's belly. Something drove her into this direction, what it was she will never know, but the determination she felt to get there was overpowering. The sudden touch of a teat against her nose would make her to flinch momentarily. Her mouth opened as she unknowingly began to nurse, warm liquid filling her belly and soothing her. For the next few weeks she would rely merely on instincts and her mothers love to survive. Her mind would fade as darkness consumed her again, a pleased squeak leaving her tiny lips as she continued to nurse before falling asleep.