The next month is busy as hell

It took a few days and some discussion, but Linne finally settled on Kylah as the name for your little one. Kylah's a big, energetic girl whose eyes are always flicking around the room, taking everything in. Being part cat, she takes long naps, but when she's awake she's always moving her legs like she's trying to figure out how to get up and run around. You bet that the minute she manages crawling she's going to be a menace.

Even after a month Linne still gets this funny, hapy grin every time Kylah looks at her or stops to suckle. And although Doe was quite determined about not being a namesake for Kylah she's quite happy to watch over her and play with her. A lamia's tail turns out to be a great tool for handling an active baby. Doe can just sweep Kylah up in her coils or make a little playpen for her by curling her body into a loop.

Kylah definitely likes Doe, too. It didn't take too long before she decided to poke at the shirt Doe was wearing, her keen little amber eyes focused on your lamia's B cups. "Hah, yeah, they're bigger than your mom's but there's no milk for you," Doe told her. But day after day Kylah poked and nuzzled insistently until finally Linne suggested Doe just let her try. Kylah was a little disappointed and eventually went to feed from Linne. But she was back the next day too, sure that by all that was right Doe's tits ought to provide for her too. And being a 'good' father you used a bit of your magic to make sure that after a few days Kylah got a reward.

"What the fuck?" Doe asked, startled, when Kylah's efforts finally caused her to produce a little dribble of milk.

"Oh wow, that's so amazing, you're going to be so close to her," Linne says in a giddy, high pitched voice. She was laying down next to Doe on the floor with Kylah and all four of Linne's legs start scrabbling on the ground, like she wants to run around the room but each limb is trying to do it in a different direction.

"I guess it can happen," you say, coming up behind to support Doe's head. "A baby's suckling and some motherly feelings are all it takes sometimes." Granted, just the suckling would have done the trick eventually, and the magic you used was what made it happen in days, but it's best not to mention that.

"Good girl, drink it all up," Linne coos as she rubs Kylah's lower tummy.

Your little girl lets out a happy giggle as she looks up at Doe.

"Hi," Doe says to her, seeing Kylah in a new light. Your lamia looks so confused, she just sits, waiting to see what happens next.

Kylah decides that if the right breast was open for business then the left one should be too. Her little eyes look down from Doe's and she shifts over to try the other side.

Doe doesn't move an inch. When Kylah latches on and starts suckling Doe relaxes and leans back against you, looking up at you with a more peaceful expression than usual. "I guess that was bound to happen," she mumbles.

"Yes, but I'm kind of glad it happened so soon. Linne could use the help."

"Mmmmmm," Doe replies.

"Oh, I would have been okay," Linne says, "but I'm so happy you get to feel this too."

Doe looks like she would complain, but Linne's beaming joy stops her in her tracks and she just lets Kylah drink and drink.

A week later and Doe's milk has come in fully. Kylah doesn't play favorites, she happily drinks from any nipple that gets too close. Usually when Kylah's feeding from Doe, Linne is right there next to them, encouraging her daughter and rubbing her tummy to make sure she has enough space for all that lamia cream.

They've just started when you decide to check on Linne's body. It's only been a month since the birth, but Linne's been far more energetic than most women after labor and the birth itself was less painful than you would have expected for a human woman. Testing her body you find that her innards are almost completely repaired. The cat based changes to her reproductive system, the different bone structure and her bigger body seems to have resulted in less damage to start with and more support in repairing it. Linne may have been pregnant for ten months rather than nine, but her body is fully ready for sex, and likely for another pregnancy, just one month after birth.

When you tell Linne she's healed up it's Doe who reacts. She's a bit sluggish but asks, "What are you waiting for?"

Linne looks over, surprised.

Doe laughs and says, "Kylah's busy right now, it's been a month since you had sex... do I have to spell it out? Go make love you idiots."

You laugh. Linne seems torn, she's always been beside Kylah while she feeds, but Doe uses her tail to rub Linne's flank. "Go! Good grief, I've been the only one John could slake his lust on." She points at Linne with her tail and adds, "I need a break and you need a good fucking."

You lift Linne's chin and give her a kiss. That seems to settle it, she gets up and trots after you, following you to the bedroom. By the time you get there she's made up her mind and she hugs you tightly from behind. "I'm all healed up?" she asks.

"Yes, very much so."

"So... I could even get pregnant again?"

"Yes. I'm surprised that you're this completely healed, honestly. But I can pull out or use a condom...."

"Oh, ah, no. That's not what I meant." She lets go of you and walks ahead, hopping up on the bed and lifting her ass and tail.

You start to rub her bum and the root of her tail, two of Linne's favorite spots. "Linne, if I don't pull out and I don't use a condom... are you asking me to use your other hole?"

"Nn-no!" she moans.

"Why, it almost sounds like you want to risk it," you say, continuing to rub and tease her backside.

"Mmmmm!"

"Most girls don't want a second baby so soon. Is our little Kylah so cute that you can't help yourself?"

"Please," she whispers, wiggling her butt back and forth in front of you.

Well how can you resist that? You sink your shaft into her very welcoming hole. It's been a long time and Linne shows you how much she needs this by bucking back, pushing herself toward your cock. You hold her off with your hands because you don't want to hurt her. She lets out a plaintive whine but you control the pace, slowly pressing deeper, letting off the pressure, then deeper still, until at last you've gone as deep as you can.

Linne doesn't say anything, but she looks back at you, her eyes glittering and her lips parted just slightly in a wanton smile.

Since it's her first time in a month you're very gentle, caressing her body and giving slow, soft thrusts. Linne likes it kind of rough sometimes, when she's extra horny, but she also gets driven wild by caring, mellow lovemaking. She collapses onto the bed, letting out long moans that are half release and half pleas for more. So you give her more and more, till she collapses a second time. By now she's only able to moan and mewl.

At last your own body tells you it's time. You feel the tensing in your balls, that last hardening of your shaft. You press yourself as deep as you can and grip her hips. You fill your darling wife, quite possibly sowing another seed within her.

Afterward, she collapses onto her side, you hop up onto the bed next to her and pull her upper body close. Linne always loves this, since during sex it's only her hindquarters you can pay attention to. You cup her breasts and she sighs. You pull yourself up against her, pressing against her and she does the same, her arms wrapping tightly around you so you can't get away. And then you kiss her. At the other end of your cataur her tail is slapping against the bed, making great 'thwack', 'thwack' noises as the two of you kiss and kiss. Yes, you think Linne liked it.

"Could I really get pregnant?" she asks, minutes later.

You rub your foot against her flank, a spot that was rounded with child not all that long ago. "You're all healed up."

Linne looks back over her shoulder, along her lower body. "Can you tell? Is it happening?"

"You really want to be pregnant again so soon?"

She hides her face by nuzzling against your neck and mumbles, "I am supposed to be the wife of cultivation." She sounds utterly embarrassed.

You can't help but take her chin and lift her face so you can get a look at her. Sure enough, Linne's cheeks are hot pink and that's not from the sex you just had.

"Just because some people call you the breeder, that doesn't mean that's the only thing you're supposed to do. I love you for all sorts of reasons."

"Oh, I know, I know," she says, stammering a little. "But... um, you do want me to, right?"

"What do you want?"

She freezes up and her mouth opens and closes. She can't come up with an answer to such a big question. So instead, you give her a kiss, which she eagerly accepts. Then you ask her, "How about this - do you want to give Kylah a little brother or sister?"

"Yes!"

Reaching inside her lower belly you check on her freshly repaired womb and those vital little ovaries. You expected they would still be shut down, still hibernating after her long pregnancy. But no, Linne's little egg factories are up and running. In fact, they're near to releasing a little orb of life. Left alone it might take another week, but you speed the process along. Then you hurry some of your sperm on their way. The front runner, by quite a bit, is another sperm that will produce a daughter. Yes, you bet Kylah will love having a little sister to care for when she's older.

"Just two things," you say to Linne.

"Hmmm?"

"First, you're going to have to come up with another name for a little girl..." you have to pause as she crushes you in her arms, "...and second, you're going to have to keep Doe from wringing my neck."

Linne just giggles at that. Finally she rolls on top of you and says, "Don't worry, I'll tell her I made you do it." Then she purrs deeply and add, "Cause I did, didn't I?"

You scratch her ears and kiss her again. "Yeah, you did. What happened to my shy little cataur? Suddenly she's getting all pushy."

"Mmmmm, maybe Doe's rubbing off on me," she says, still smiling from ear to ear.