Doe can't quit. It's not in her nature.

Eight months. Even if you designed lamia pregnancies so they would take a little longer there's no question that Doe is one gravid girl. Your baby daughter is probably at least two more months from being born, but Doe's belly cannot be hidden, disguised or denied. Yet your wife does exactly that. She wears dark colors and flowing skirts, not that it helps much, and she absolutely refuses to admit that the baby is causing her any discomfort.

And that's what she tells you and Linne. With other people, even some of the centauresses she once commanded, she won't even admit to being pregnant. Which is ridiculous, but there's nothing you can do. She just fixes you with that angry, deadly stare whenever you suggest anything because of the baby. 'Take it easy', 'You don't have to', 'Why not skip this exercise?' - all of the reasonable suggestions don't even merit a response. Only Linne can manage to baby her and even that earns some grumbling from Doe.

It's only on one chilly morning, as Doe curls up against you for warmth, that you get any kind of admission from her. Barely a whisper. "I guess she's coming soon..."

"Not that soon," you tell her. You rest your hand on her big belly, feeling the warmth from all the carefully placed muscles you set up to heat Doe's womb. "Lamia babies take a little longer than human babies."

"You must have wanted me fat," she says.

"I wanted you to be a mother."

"Heh, couldn't have picked a worse woman for it."

You pull her head to yours and kiss her neck, then her jaw, then her lips. Doe definitely likes that. "No, I picked only the best. I can't wait to meet our little girl."

"Yeah. So you can fill me up again."

"We both love what goes into creating these little ones," you whisper, tracing your fingers over the firm and very smooth belly that holds your firstborn.

"Mmmm, yeah."

"And since someone decided she wanted to be the wife of cultivation I think she likes it too."

"Not right now," she says, but you note the slight upward turn to Doe's lips.

She needs something more, so you tell her, "Everything is fine. Our daughter is getting stronger all the time. She wants for nothing, you're doing a great job."

"Well of course she is. Of course I am," she says, a strange mix of both pride and thankfulness in her voice. The tip of her tail wraps itself around your ankle, a sign you've come to know means that Doe is in a frisky mood.

Knowing she loves a certain amount of teasing you ask, "Practice for next time?" Doe doesn't answer - she uses her strength to shove you onto your back and slides on top of you, grinning.

From beside you Linne groans and says, "Oh, wow, I must have slept in." Then she wipes her eyes and sees what you and Doe are up to. Her mouth immediately shifts to the shape of an angelic smile. "Do you need anything?" she asks, worried as ever about Doe and her delicate condition. "Maybe some wineskins of hot water?"

"No way," says Doe, "I'm getting my warmth the old fashioned way - our husband's a funny guy. I've got to reward him."

"But you're getting so big now..." Linne starts to say.

Doe cuts her off and pulls your cataur wife close. "If you're so worried about my belly then give me a hand." She puts Linne's arm across her stomach, so Doe's belly is sort of supported in the crook of Linne's arm.

"Oh, this can't be enough..." Linne whines, her tail puffed out with worry.

"Ah, yes!" Doe says as she grinds down on you. She quickly draws your whole shaft up inside her slit. After so many months she's turned into an expert with those fantastic inner muscles and once you're inside you're not getting out until she allows it. She touches Linne's arm and says, "It's been months since I could really move. This feels right."

Linne's ears keep flicking, her tail stays puffed up and her bum shifts from side to side as she tries to keep up with Doe's pent up needs. You barely manage to keep breathing as your lamia wife takes control and demands your cock's full attention.

When it's finally over you all collapse in a pile and Doe pulls Linne in for a long, sexy kiss. "Sorry, I've wanted that for so long."

Blushing, Linne says, "Oh, that's okay. I kind of enjoyed it too."

"You did?" asks Doe. "You enjoyed standing there and helping me with being too fat?"

"You're not fat, you're pregnant. And... yes. I, um, want to see you be happy."

Doe is quiet for a while after that, just lying there and patting Linne. Finally she says, "Okay, well I owe you one. I'm going to make sure you get what you want, got it?"

Linne blurts out, "What if I want you to stay at home and take it easy so I can help take care of our baby? Please?"