Three lamias are hardly enough

After the twins, a couple of crazy months go by in the blink of an eye. You're prepared for what Annalinne and Karalinne are going to get up to in their first months, so you thought this would be easier. Linneth has other plans - while you can't really say that she's 'learned to walk' what has happened is that she's grown far steadier on her tail. She can now scoot around the tower at high speed and in almost complete silence. She's constantly sneaking up on you or your wives and manages to look cute when she does.

One day you're lying on the bed with Doe and massaging her shoulders after a long feeding session. Linne is off putting your three well fed lamia daughters to bed. It's rare for all three to be stuffed with food and near comatose at once - a rare, peaceful moment - and you instinctively started making Doe more comfortable. As Linne trots back into the room Doe looks over her shoulder and asks, "What are you angling for?" She asks this with a big grin that tells you she's not put off. In fact she looks rather horny.

"I was just taking care of one of my lovely wives," you tell her, digging your fingers in a bit deeper to really work out some knots from her exercise and training.

"Umm hmmmmm," she moans. "Good answer... but... oh yeah, right there... I know you. Naughty mage. I know you can't leave your poor captives alone for long."

Linne bumps up against Doe, nuzzling against Doe's back and wrapping all four of her paws around Doe's upper tail. She murmurs, "I've never really felt like a captive here. John's treated me nicely from the start. Even when I spent my nights locked in a room with you. It never felt like he wanted to hurt me, only that he wanted to help you."

That makes Doe curl up the tip of her tail and look away from you, possibly to hide a blush. In a teasing tone she says, "Heh, well you just don't know these deranged mages like I do," she tells Linne. "Sure, they let you go out into town on your own. They get you a wonderful, nice cataur friend to warm you up at night. They even free you by marrying you. But for a naughty mage it's all part of a bigger plan. You just wait and see - he's up to something."

Playing along you lift her chin and give her a kiss. "I've been caught! Damn, and it was all going so well. What gave it away?"

Doe's eyes sparkle and she snickers. "Mmmm, it's the way you look at my belly you pervert. Even three babies isn't enough for you, is it?"

"Well the Valanists count by the number of births. Twins are a great blessing, but if you ever want Linne to have children..."

"Oh, a convenient excuse," Doe says, interrupting you. "I knew it. We're being held at the mercy of a mage who just can't stand the sight of a flat stomach."

"Not quite," you tell her, moving your hands down to the belly under discussion. "I love how flat and firm this tummy gets. Just a few months after having twins and you're already showing off. What excites me more is just how frisky you get when there's a little one or two in there."

Doe throws her head back, going overly dramatic. "Lies! You fiend!"

"Hardly. When you were carrying Linneth you sought me out every time you checked yourself in the mirror." That's not quite true, not every time. But it did actually happen more than once.

"Oh you!" she says with a gasp. Obviously Doe knows there's a little truth to that and she probably didn't realize you'd noticed. She has to turn away to regain her composure.

"Besides, it's not as if you can stop me," you tell her as you start rubbing her belly. "Not that your body wants to. Your womb is all ready, there's a little egg on its way. You might as well just tell Linne and I how much you want to be a mother."

"I... I never wanted to be a mother," Doe says. And you can tell it's true. But then she rolls over and moves on top of you. "But I guess Linneth and Annalinne and Karalinne... they're pretty cute."

"More than just cute. They're wonderful," you tell her as you gently touch her flanks.

Linne is still cuddling against Doe's side. "They're the best little girls. And you're a wonderful mom." Then Linne's tail starts to thwack against the bed and she whines, "Come on... kiss!"

That gets a laugh from both you and Doe. Your lamia wife rears up on top of you, settling the special section of her scaled belly right on top of your manhood. "I guess I really can't stop you," she says. She grinds back and forth, opening the crease that leads to her cradle of life. "My captor still... you just captured me in a different way."

You reach up and press your hand to her chest, feeling the beating of her upper heart. At the same time Doe moves her belly a bit more, rocking your cock back and forth till it finally slips into her folds. As always Doe is tight and wet. From beside you there's still the sound of Linne's tail smacking on the bed. Your cataur has her jaw hanging open, eyes wide. Sometimes you wonder if she enjoys watching as much as she enjoys sex itself.

"What are you going to do to me?" Doe asks as she takes complete control, pinning you to the bed and grinding against your cock. No one watching would believe you're in any position to do anything to her right now.

"I'll **** you to carry my child, of course. That tight lamia belly is just begging to be seeded."

"Monster. Fiend. You'll never get away with this," Doe says, laughing as she does. "Just two months after forcing me to carry twins - hah - more babies? Heartless beast."

"I just can't resist such a beautiful woman," you tell her. That was definitely the right thing to say, as Doe presses down and her finely tuned vaginal muscles play with your cock like a musician with an instrument. It's so good you almost lose control of your limbs.

As she sees you getting close to cumming Doe starts to back off on her efforts, edging you. "At least I can still fight back in my own way," she says as her inner muscles once again back off at the last moment and leave you in a state of bliss. "This is payback for making me carry all your cute little babies."

"And I'm the monster," you say as you grab her chin and rub her jaw lovingly. "But you're playing with fire. Hold me back long enough and I might shoot enough seed to give you twins again."

Those words don't have the effect you thought they would. Doe licks her lips and starts to edge you in earnest. It feels like hours, but it can't have been that long. However long it is the result is that your balls feel like they're ready to explode or twist right off. You start to rub Doe's sensitive breasts, you pull her down and kiss her, you even, finally, start to beg. But it's only when Doe begins to pant and moan, her own orgasm so close, that you finally have the chance to do what mother nature intended.

When Doe cums she presses her whole body down on you, her folds clamp down, sealing you inside and milking your shaft. Your balls pull up so hard you almost black out and they fire load after overdue load into Doe's belly. Finally she leans down and softly kisses you. "This is what you get for forcing me to marry you," she whispers. Then, more quietly, "This is what you get for making me love you." And then, so quietly you can barely hear it, "This is what you get for making me a mother." She then raises her head and looks pointedly at Linne. "Looks like I'm going to have to come up with another pair of names, hmmmm?"

Your cataur wife, who's been watching all of this with a lewd, giddy expression, snaps back to reality. "Wait, you can't do it again. They can't all be named after me. Please, pwease, no!"

And that starts you and Doe laughing. Soon Linne joins in and the three of you laugh so hard that you start crying.