Take things easy and wait for the inquisition

Dwindling numbers of captives plus another accomplice makes for a far lighter work load. You spend a whole day catching up on things that need doing around the mansion. Replenishing of the defensive wards, ordering in even greater stocks of meat, caring for new mothers. By the end of the day you feel as if you've been treading water, but it's still more than you've managed to achieve in the days prior.

That night you decide to set one more thing in motion - the birth of Yvonne's babies. You weren't really thinking of it, but there you were, lying between Doe and Renee, an arm beneath each of them as the sisters fed Evan, Marissa, Melanie and Marina - the first four of Renee's brood. It took her forever to finally decide on names for the little ones, but she was so proud when she finally announced them. Little Kyrine, the last and smallest of her children was suckling happily at Yvonne's breast alongside little Yvonne.

It was a moment of such peace. Alice was snuggled up against Lessia and snoring quietly to herself, Helena was happily kneading Yvonne's shoulders, Sandra was lapping eagerly at Bethany's pussy while Lessia pretended not to watch. You were just close enough to rub Yvonne's ears with your toes and the big tough girl stretched a little so you could give them a good hard rub.

Through your toe you sent your magic down deep into Yvonne's body, checking over her health as you often do. All in all she was doing just fine, but you felt that if her womb grew much more it would take her muscles longer to recover. Then there was Sandra to think of - even with your help her quintuplets were putting a good deal of stress on your redheaded breeder's compact frame. No sense in making either of them wait any longer, so you focused on releasing your spell. For good measure you also let loose a few types of hormones that would see Yvonne's breasts become more productive and ensure that she would form a deep connection with your offspring.

At first the tall mother to be doesn't even pay attention to the new movements inside her belly. Like a cat getting tummy rubs at the right moment Yvonne's muscles are like jelly. She's purring so much that you feel the vibrations running up your leg. In spite of some thorough fucking earlier in the day your manhood begins to rise. Now you're rarely one to think with your dick, but your tendrils of magic are still hooked into Yvonne, so little thought is required. You look down at your purring, ecstatic wife and think 'Yes, what Yvonne needs is a little boost to her sex drive so she's nice and pent up by the time I can seed her again'.

It was a really dumb thing to do. A few moments later, driven by the little brain between your legs, you give Yvonne's libido a slightly larger nudge than you anticipated. Before you have a chance to correct things she says "Unnnf!" and looks down at her belly, the movement of her head breaking your connection to her.

Helena gives her an odd look.

Yvonne rolls on her back and passes Helena and Renee's daughters to Helena. "I don't know what's up, could you take them for a minute. Gotta pee again."

Helena smiles. "Of course. I should be thanking you - all that milk for these thirsty girls."

"I've got plenty, as you know." Yvonne says, cupping one of her big breasts. "Be back in a minute."

It takes a lot more than a minute. You're trapped beneath two of your sexy wives and there's no way to suggest anything's amiss. You breathe a sigh of relief when you hear Yvonne coming down the hall. The click, click of her high heels gives her away. Wait a minute - high heels?

Sure enough, Yvonne struts into the room, wearing a set of black heels she must have taken from Lessia's expansive collection of clothes. The rest of her outfit you've seen before. It's her wedding dress in all its glory and Yvonne is smiling. Her long slit skirt and her swishing hips and tail try to draw your eyes down, but her huge belly, covered only with fine silver threads, does all it can to draw your eyes back up. Looking up further still you see the thin black collar that she's playing with. Higher still her canines are biting down slightly on her lower lip as the proud amazon walks slowly toward the bed. You think about getting your arms free, but those piercing blue eyes skewer you.

She stops only once she's perched atop you, a knee to either side. "Do you still think I'm pretty?" she asks after - appropriately - a pregnant pause.

"Of course. You're more beautiful now than the day I first saw you."

She lowers herself and her belly rubs against your erection. "Mmmm" she says as she continues to rub her belly against you in little circles "it's a good thing you're not -ah!- lying to me."

You felt the pulse run through her stomach, but decide to ignore it. "Why would I lie to you?"

"I didn't know anything about men when we first met, but now I've heard of men who would say anything to bed a woman."

That earns Yvonne a poke in her arm from Doe. "You know John's not like that."

"Yessss" she says, her hips moving to their own rhythm. "But I need to hear it from John right now. I need to hear that he's going to be my man."

"Our man" says Renee, sounding both put out and a little confused.

"Oh, he can be your man too, and your man, and your man" says Yvonne, shooting glances at your other wives. "But right now..."

"Yes," you tell her with a laugh. "Yes, I love you, yes, I think you're gorgeous, yes, even with your belly full of babes. I'm yours, just like I promised on our wedding night."

"And you don't want to -hrrmm, ah- change anything about me, right?"

"Exactly."

"Well," she says "we've got a problem then. Cause the babies you pumped inside me want out."

"Oh wow!" says Helena.

"I can't wait to meet them" says Renee, suddenly understanding where Yvonne was coming from.

"Well you're going to have to," Yvonne tells her. She gives you a big smile, nice and predatory. "Cause I saw what Helena did and damn was it ever hot."

Lessia blanches. "Wait, how far apart are your contractions?"

"Don't care!" says Yvonne. "They waited so long, they can wait for mommy to get one last really good fuck." She starts taking off your pants.

"Are you sure this is okay?" asks Bethany. She looks at you and asks "Is it okay?"

You close your eyes and feel for Yvonne's state of mind and body. Carefully you use a spell to slow the progress of her birth - as she said, those babies can wait a little longer, particularly if your busty wife has decided to put on her wedding dress for the occasion.

"I checked," you tell Bethany. "Looks like we're fine. Yvonne's a very healthy woman, her body can do this."

Yvonne lets her thighs relax at that. Her pussy misses your cock on the way down and she lets out a few choice curses.

"Why don't you let me do this?" you ask.

"Because this is me" she says, lifting and lowering herself once more, this time finding the mark. After several strokes she smiles and says "I need to stop doubting you, stop worrying. I'm -huff- I'm going to be a mother and -mmmm- you're going to be there with me." Her pussy clamps down as a contraction hits, stealing anything more she was about to say and also stealing any reply you were about to make.

"We are all going to be there with you" says Lessia, putting an arm around Yvonne's shoulders.

"Yeah" says Bethany, turning Yvonne's head and giving her a long kiss. When she pulls back she puts a hand on Yvonne's belly and adds "You're my wife too, and I want you to be happy."

"Yes, you will always be happy" says Alice, woken from her slumber. "And John will take good care of your children, my children, all our children."

At that Yvonne's shoulders slump and she collapses on top of you. "I wanted to do it like Helena, but I'm too weak."

"Don't be silly," says Helena, "I didn't get there alone. Half of you played with my tail, my ears, everything!"

"And don't forget that Helena was carrying just one daughter," says Doe. "I don't know how many children John managed to put in your tummy but it's more than two. If you want to ride him on your birthing day you need to be a bit more conservative."

By now Alice, Bethany and Helena are all working at Yvonne's sensitive spots, driving the golden furred tomboy toward an orgasm. Since she's collapsed on top of you it's easy to whisper in her ear "I believe in you" as you use some restorative magic to give her a second wind.

Triumphant, Yvonne pushes herself upright and grins, eyes lit with passion, as she rides you like a horse at full gallop. She holds her belly steady and mewls at the top of her lungs, the other girls now working more to steady her than to jill her off. At last you feel another contraction power through her birth canal, trying to **** out the invader. But Yvonne doesn't care what mother nature wants. She slams her hips down and lets out a satisfied "Uuunnff!" as your cock tickles her cervix. Her thighs nearly crush you as the contraction changes into what is clearly a very pleasurable orgasm.

And with that she rolls off of you, clutching her belly and panting. "Now that I've had my fill -ha- you can come out. Even -ha- greased up the slipway for you."

Lessia and Bethany both turn green at that. Sandra and Alice both snort.

"What? We've all seen how messy this gets. Let me have my joke. I probably won't be laughing for at least an hour after this."

A few hours later...

Yvonne refused any **** - of course! And her sense of humor got more and more vile and raunchy the longer the labor took - probably a defense mechanism. Despite having fucked the stuffing out of you just before going into labor she refuses to pass out or go to sleep even once all three of her daughters have been delivered. She holds the little bundles of matted fur, insisting that they're going to feed from her before she sleeps.

Yvonne even named them as soon as they were put in her hands. Your three newest daughters are named Helena, Talia and Celia. When she named the first daughter Helena her namesake let out a big "Awww!" and Yvonne told her "Well I couldn't very well name her anything else - not after you named your only girl after me." After dealing with a few more contractions she added "Sides - couldn't come up with a third name for a girl" but Helena wasn't buying it and gave Yvonne a big kiss.

When all three of her daughters have fed, at least a bit, Yvonne look up at you and says "I feel so happy, so weak... I don't know what to think."

"Why are you happy?"

"Because I've got these three beautiful girls. I already know I love them so much."

"Then why are you weak?"

"Because I don't know if I'll do all the right things. And I don't know how I'll be able to protect them all the time. I'm a useless mother."

"No." You take her by the chin. "You take that back. You're a great mother already because you're worrying about all that. But listen, even all of us together can't protect them all the time. They'll get scraped knees, they're going to fall and crash into things, they won't learn all the things you try to teach them and they will learn a bunch of things you don't want to teach them. And one day they'll bring home the wrong kind of guy."

"You're not helping."

"All of that is going to happen, Yvonne. But the thing is, you are going to do so much more for them than most women. And it's all going to be worth it. A few years from now some little girls are going to call for their Mama, and you're going to be there. Ten years from now you're going to be so proud when they start showing some skills and talents. Twenty years from now you'll see they're actually better than you in some ways. And later they'll come home and give you hugs."

By now Yvonne is crying and she's not the only one. "You're so sure -sniff- is that why you want me to have more?"

"Yes. Every one of you will be great mothers and I am going to try my best to be a great father. But there is a serious shortage of catfolk in the world now and I can't ask such wonderful women to have only a few children. I know these three will be the older sisters that other sons and daughters will look up to one day."

"You give me a speech like that," she says, "you'd better follow through. Not fair that I have to wait a month or more before I can collect on your promises."

There's a little whispered "Yeah" from behind you. You turn just in time to see Lessia go beet red as she clutches Bethany closer, trying to hide her face from you. But you know it was the princess who said it. Sandra gives you a raised eyebrow - it seems your red furred seductress heard Lessia too. Definitely something to follow up on later.