Yearn for Yvonne

You watch for a moment to see which girls go to care for the babies. Renee shares a moment with Sandra and then pulls the redhead to her feet, the two of them walking and waddling respectively toward the nursery. As soon as it's clear that someone else is taking care of the children everyone on the bed gets back to it, tongues diving for breasts or pussies like it's going out of style.

Your attention is drawn to Yvonne. The tall, muscular catgirl is standing next to one of the bed pillars. She's holding her belly and watching everyone in the room like a guardian. But you know there's more to it - you extend your life sense and feel inside her. Ah, of course, she's dealing with some minor contractions. Her body probably is ready to give birth right this minute, but that spell of yours keeps her from doing so.

When she looks longingly at the bed and its writhing occupants you walk over to her and press your hand over hers, intertwining your fingers and ever so gently pressing against the flesh and fur that holds your daughters. "How are they?" you ask her.

"A bit jumpy" she replies, keeping her face deadpan. Of course Yvonne isn't going to ask for help. You feel another contraction coming and encourage it a little. She lets out a little "Ooof" and her other hand also goes to her belly.

"I thought as much," you say, rubbing her belly fur back and forth.

Now that she's been caught she asks "What is it?" in a deep, throaty whisper. Not that anyone else is going to pay attention to what she's saying.

"Your babies and your womb are training for the big day," you tell her. "Nothing to worry about. Some women can have these false contractions several times before they give birth."

All her muscles relax and Yvonne leans against the pillar for support. "I'm glad this didn't happen while you were away."

She's a little scared, but of course she's hiding it. Mixed with that fright is a deep affection for the man who's taking care of her, the man who's the father of her children.

"It doesn't happen to all women, but it can mean the birth will be easier," you say. Your hands move to her flanks and you begin massaging her lower ribs.

"Are you thinking of sex at a time like this?" she asks, trying to sound offended. But you've still got your life sense hooked into her and you know this amazon of a catgirl too well in any case. She tries to act aloof, she tries to pretend that she's not that keen on having your babies, but deep down this is a thirsty girl and she wants sex and babies every bit as much as she wants to be strong.

Time to call her on it. "Why yes, I was. Feeling your big tummy and all our babies moving inside has me thinking of all the fun we had making them." She doesn't say anything, but that big tail swishes back and forth. "But if you're not in the mood I can take care of..."

Yvonne puts her arms around your shoulders. "No, you shouldn't bug any of them. And... I suppose I owe you for coming to check on me."

"Nonsense, I'm just making sure the mother of our babies is well." You go back to rubbing her big belly and her tail swishes faster.

"Do you really want me?" she asks.

"What do you mean?"

Yvonne spends a few moments trying to look tough, but finally she caves and pulls you closer. "Do you actually like me... like this? I'm so weak right now, I can't do anything without worrying about our babies. And, and you have younger, prettier girls with flat tummies..." You feel a tear on your neck.

"Oh Yvonne, you have it all wrong." You give her a long, drawn out kiss. "I do love you. I love you for your big, strong body. I love you for the way you try to protect everyone and care for them. But I also love you for how you've taken to being a mother."

"I just didn't want to be left behind. Everyone else wanted babies - I didn't know I'd get like this."

"You're so beautiful," you tell her as you wrap your arms around her back and tease the root of her tail, "and I know you'll be a fantastic mother. You know that little kittens need even more protection and discipline than full grown catgirls?" She hugs you a bit closer. "All my children are going to need a big strong woman who can tell them 'No' and who's there if someone tries to pick on them."

Even the thought makes her tense up. "Well, of course. Once I'm back in fighting form I'll be ready to protect them all."

You begin playing with her tail. "Yes, but I can't expect you to stop after just three kittens. That wouldn't be fair."

She just stands there for a long time, mind working over what you just said. "You mean you want to get me pregnant again?"

A few kisses on her throat and then you say "Absolutely. I can't wait to knock you up again."

"Knock me up?"

"Another way to say 'get you pregnant'. There's 'knocked up', 'in the family way', 'up the spout', 'with child'... a whole lot of ways to describe a woman who's carrying a baby. And yes, I want to be able to describe you like that often." Inside Yvonne you use your magic to enhance her maternal feelings for a moment. It probably feels like a warm rush. "After all, with so few catgirls in the world I need to make sure there are many more in the next generation. It wouldn't do to have the biggest, strongest, toughest catgirl I know steer clear of babymaking because she's too busy protecting me."

"I..."

"Dozens of little Yvonnes. All growing up to be proud warrior women."

"Yes," she says, suddenly turning in your arms and clutching the pillar. "I'll find a way... John, promise you'll let me find a way to protect them all."

"Yes, of course," you say as you line up your cock with her sodden pussy, "though I can protect them when you cannot". Yvonne slides down the pillar, causing her ass to stick out more and more. When you get a good angle you slide inside and Yvonne lets out a deep purr.

To make sure she remembers it's all about the babies you slip your hands around her midsection and hold her belly as you rail her from behind. You feel one of her false contractions coming and get to experience her inner muscles bearing down on your shaft. "That's good training for the birth," you tell her.

"Then we need to do this more!"

Perfect. You get down to thrusting in earnest, trying to find Yvonne's G-spot. It's a little harder to get to, it's a little less sensitive than that of the other girls, but in this position you might be able to set her off.

As Yvonne nears an epic orgasm she moans "Remember - you promised!" Then she meows like a cat in heat, the strength leaves her body and, with some help from you, she collapses on the bed, ass in the air.

You keep fucking her and finally pump a load inside her pregnant snatch. A few more strokes after that and you're rewarded when Yvonne trembles through another orgasm, this time from her clit. It's smaller, like an aftershock, but it puts your golden furred lover in a state of boneless bliss.