It takes a month for something exciting to happen

Good grief, do lamia babies ever eat a lot. And when a baby eats a lot they poop a lot. Then they have tons of energy, so they can slither around all over the place. For weeks most of your time is spent figuring out all the places she can get into and blocking them off or finding ways to get her back out. Thankfully Linneth is a very happy baby - she sometimes screams, cries or hisses, but most of the time picking her up and holding her is enough to quiet her down. Then those blue eyes look up at you and she smiles.

Linneth's namesake has spent the majority of her time either taking care of this newborn or worrying about her. Doe has, on occasion, used her tail to simply coil Linne up so she can't get away. Once restrained your cataur has a habit of falling asleep, which is as useful as it is cute. Oh, and since Linneth treats every breast she sees as a meal waiting to happen it's no surprise that she managed to get Linne to start making milk. You've never heard your child giggle so happily as the day she got her first sample of cataur milk.

All of this suits Doe - she insists she's useless with kids. Yes, sure, she seems to love holding Linneth and she seems to know exactly how to cradle and cuddle your little bundle of joy, but still she insists she's useless. As in so many things, Doe is her own worst critic.

"I can't believe you," she says to Linneth, who is currently suckling greedily on Doe's left breast. "You just finished getting every drop from Linne and you're still hungry? You drained her till she fell asleep and now you come for my milk too. I know you're a growing girl, but where do you put it?"

You lie down behind Doe and wrap your arms around her. "It's a good sign," you tell her. "She's just showing you how much she appreciates you." You didn't tell your wives, but after seeing just how much milk your daughter drinks you quietly increased Doe's output with magic. Then you wired this change into her and Linneth. It makes sense that lamias, with larger babies from day one, would make more milk for their offspring. You want to make sure your eventual granddaughters will get enough food when their young.

"Appreciates me. Heh, yeah, I guess I appreciate our larder the same way."

"Come on, you see the way she looks at you. Linneth loves you, she just can't say it with words." As if on command your daughter looks up at her mother and locks eyes with her.

"Yeah, yeah," Doe coos in a higher pitched tone of voice. "I know. I love you too, baby." Linneth goes right back to suckling and Doe chuckles. "How come you're so good with children?" she asks you.

"Mages often have to deal with sick children. After a while you start to get a feel for what they want, even without using magic. It can save a lot of time diagnosing illnesses."

"Mmmmm," she says. Then she's quiet for a long while, but it's a peaceful quiet without any worries. You can tell from the way the tip of her tail loosely wraps itself around your ankle and starts moving back and forth. It feels kind of like someone tracing their toe up and down your leg. Now Doe has not been in the mood for sex - she made it very clear that she wasn't even going to think about that for a while. She even outright told you that if you felt horny you should go straight to Linne - don't even ask. Which made complete sense, why not do that when you've got two wives.

And yet, here's that tail. Sometimes you wonder if Doe's tail betrays her feelings more than the rest of her. You didn't build her that way, but perhaps she's used to all the other things that can act as tells and controls them. The tail is new, on the other hand, so perhaps it's displaying her real feelings. And with how quickly her larger body healed after giving birth she's physically ready. Perhaps her libido has awoken to that fact. Time to test her. Time to tease her.

"You know, after Linneth is done, if you let me suckle too..."

"Oh no," she mutters, "forget it buster. I need to do enough of that because of our daughter." She may be huffing and puffing, but the tail loops further up your leg.

"Well then I'll help you in other ways."

"Unless you can grow a pair of tits you can't - oh!"

The reason for the sudden change in her opinion is that you've started to massage her shoulders. At first you didn't do this while she was breastfeeding because you assumed that like most women the amount of energy being used up to make milk would make her very tired. A massage would only make it more difficult for her to stay upright.

But later on you recognized that thanks to that larger body Doe can make more milk without being affected as much as a human woman. You suspect that the main reason Linne falls asleep so quickly after feeding has less to do with the energy drain and more to do with being a cataur. If she stays still for too long she curls up and sleeps, just like a housecat.

Rather than more complaints you get, "Higher," from Doe. You heed her command. "Oh, left," she moans. You shift your fingers to the left and work a dense knot of muscles until they loosen up. Doe groans and her eyes close. "You're pretty useful sometimes, John," she says in a mocking, teasing way. The way she talks when she's getting frisky. And the tail? Well it's completely coiled around both your legs now, with the tip creeping up your inner thigh.

A gentle kiss on the nape of her neck earns a pleased groan from Doe. Then she says, "Oh, just wait for our little girl to finish. Then... mmmm."

You smile and put your arms around her so that you can pat your daughter's head. It doesn't take all that long for her to finally drink her fill and then, imitating Linne, she passes out.

Doe carries her over to the crib and then slithers back at top speed. She rides right up on top of you, like a wave crashing on a beach. "How long do you think we have?" she asks as she shrugs out of her clothes.

"I can be done in half a minute," you say as you struggle to get your own clothes off while partly pinned under a thirsty lamia.

"Don't you dare," she threatens. As soon as your cock finds its way inside her slit Doe freezes in place. "Oh, it's been too long!" she says quietly before she gets to work. In spite of her warning that you need to last she does her utmost to make that impossible. That epic pussy of hers squeezes, twists, sucks and bends your shaft. It's as if her vagina is doing a test to make sure giving birth hasn't lessened it's ability to bewitch you.

It does take more than half a minute, but when you throw back your head and cum Doe growls and says, "So soon? I'm just getting started." And it's true. Your cock is sure it's done it's job. Surely it's time to soften up? No, Doe's pussy tells it, you're actually going to firm up again, because I demand it.

It's pleasurable, of course. In an uncontrolled, demanding kind of way. Doe looks down at you as she writhes atop your body. She's groping her own breasts, she's rolling her hips. In every way that counts she's given in to her desires. Though she'd never actually say it, when she looks down her eyes are filled with an even mix of love and lust.

When you recover from that orgasm - that all too quick orgasm - you pull her down to you and kiss her. True, it's Doe, the lamia, who has the longer tongue, but you do the best you can and Doe draws back just far enough to let out a very pleased sigh. Then she surprises you. Despite her earlier words to the contrary, she grabs your head and draws you to her right breast, planting your mouth on her nipple.

A few gentle sucks confirm she's still got milk. A delighted, "Hah," from your wife helps you to figure out what's happened. Linneth gobbled up everything Linne could offer, she drained Doe's left breast, then she fell asleep. Doe's right breast has received no attention tonight and it probably filled up with a good amount of milk in anticipation of Linneth's hunger. You do your best to relieve your wife of this burden and she thanks you by gyrating her hips and that glorious pussy so expertly that you see stars.

Back when you were researching various types of snakes and myths you considered giving lamias a hypnotic gaze. Thank goodness you didn't. One mesmerizing power is dangerous enough.

A short while later...

Doe collapses next to you. Despite what feels like hours of sex, with her doing the lion's share of the work, Doe's only panting a little. Just more proof of how fantastic your work on the creation of lamias was.

"Was it good for you?" she asks, smiling from ear to ear.

You put a hand on her hip and grin, "I'm glad my accommodating wife..."

She gasps loudly, even putting a hand over her mouth. It's probably the closest you've ever seen to Doe acting like a blushing teenage noblewoman. Stammering, she asks, "We didn't, did we? There's no way?" Seeing your confusion she says, "You were making a joke about making another baby, right?"

"What? No, I..."

She falls back to the mattress and laughs. "Oh wow! Okay, you got me. Even if you didn't mean to, you really got me. Wow." Then she shifts herself up onto one elbow and asks, with a little worry creeping back into her voice, "It's too soon, right?"

"Lamias should have a cycle once every month and a half, just like centaurs and cataurs," you assure her. But just to be safe you reach over and touch her belly. When you see the little egg floating there, plainly waiting to meet your swimmers, all you can get out is, "Um."

"Um? Fucking 'Um'?" she asks. It's less anger and more disbelief. "How can I possibly be ready for another?"

"Well, lamia bodies do heal a lot faster..."

"Oh fuck." She rolls on her back and throws her hands up in the air. In a leaden voice she says, "Two babies before I'm even twenty. Mother would **** on her own tongue. Where I come from, you're little more than a whore if you push out babies like that as a noblewoman."

"Yes, I've heard that kind of opinion from nobles here too," you tell her. "It's nonsense."

"Oh, I know. But some people believe it." She just lies there, staring at the ceiling. But she doesn't seem angry.

You take her tail and start stroking it. "As the terrible mage who **** you into a loveless harem marriage, I'm all for it."

She blows a raspberry.

"Ah, more noblewoman behavior. Were you raised in a barn?"

Doe snickers. Finally she rolls over again so she's laying on top of you. "I just can't believe it. I thought I'd at least get a few freebies before I had to start worrying about another baby."

You stroke her hair and say, "There are ways to 'delay' things."

She snuggles up against your shoulder and kisses your neck. "No. That's not... I don't want... It wouldn't be fair to Linne."

"That's true." Inside her, through your magic, you feel the egg accept one of the numerous sperm that has come to surround it. "And you did promise you'd dump all your little ones on her."

Doe sighs and says, "I guess I'll have to get used to all the stares and whispering from other noblewoman." That makes you chuckle. Considering she's a lamia in a three way marriage with a mage and a cataur there's nothing that could stop the gossip about her.

Still touching her belly you say, "Hmmm, another little lamia. Looks nice and healthy, so far."

Her head pulls back and Doe says, "All my children will be lamias, won't they? And you said lamias were all girls."

"Well, yes and no. All lamias are girls, that's true. And there's a high chance of you having lamias as children. But about one daughter in ten should be a human girl. And about one baby in four ought to be a human boy."

Doe looks absolutely stunned.

"It's similar to what I did with centaurs and cataurs and so on. They have a fifty/fifty chance of either parent's race for each child. Lamias are a little different, but your children do have a chance of being the father's race. So if a lamia married a centaur she'd mostly bear more lamias but she could have the occasional centaur foal."

She opens and closes her mouth a few times. Then she puts her hand over yours so you're both pressing against her stomach. "I guess I wasn't thinking about it, but that makes sense." After a long, thoughtful pause she adds, "Not that I don't like lamia daughters."

"That's not what you were saying about a month ago," you say, giving her a smile.

"That's not what I'm going to be saying in about ten months either," is her retort.