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Perhaps she should have expected this.
Though then again, pregnancies between miqo’te and lupin were hardly a common or even heard-of occurrence. But not long after the Warrior of Light’s passionate night with Hakuro, the telltale signs started to emerge. She was getting fatigued more easily and more often, waking up nauseous, missing her monthly heat, feeling an unfamiliar sensitivity in her breasts, no longer seeming to fit into her clothes and armor as well as before…
And then, Y’shtola confirmed her suspicions, privately pointing out to her a gathering of numerous, barely-there specks of aether in her womb.
Oh, hells…
After informing her free company of fellow adventurers of her circumstances and letting them know that she would be out of commission for the foreseeable future, she immediately returned to Doma to inform the father that he was going to be, well. A father.
That was months ago. The other members of her free company–her numerous comrades in Warrior-of-Light-ing–had done a bang-up job filling in for her and protecting the world while she stayed safe in the Enclave with her mate. Hakuro was a fiercely loving and protective partner, and saw to her every need as her pregnancy progressed—especially as she neared her due date, with her belly growing so large and heavy that even walking became an exhausting struggle…
But tonight, Hakuro was out. Hien had been gracious enough to grant the father-to-be an extensive paternity leave, but with the return of both the conscripts from the prisoner exchange and the refugees from Mor Dhona, the lupin had a great many friends to reconnect with. And so the former warrior herself had urged her mate to go out and spend time with them while he still could. She could occupy herself for a few hours…
… But that turned out to be easier said than done.
Naked and leaning back on a pile of pillows on her and Hakuro’s shared futon, the miqo’te thumped her tail against the blanket, trying to fight her growing irritation. Hakuro had said he would be meeting up with his friends for sake and a few games of Mahjong; and she knew all too well from the Gold Saucer that getting through a Doman Mahjong game took a not-inconsiderable amount of time. She was genuinely glad that her mate had a social life outside of both her and his duties to Hien; after all the Empire had put him through, he more than deserved to enjoy a peaceful night out with his friends…
She knew that, and kept telling herself as much, but it wouldn’t silence the tiny, complaining voice in the back of her mind. The voice reminding her that she was bored, and horny, and no matter how hard she tried, she physically could not reach her pussy with her giant globe of a belly in the way.
Pouting and sighing through her nose, she ran her hands across the veiny, stretched-taut skin of her abdomen. She thought she’d looked pregnant after the first time Hakuro had knotted her, (and the second time, and the third time…) but by the gods, she had really ballooned up… And what the babies inside might look like, she had no idea. Would they be pups that looked like their father, or miqo’te kittens resembling their mother? Or would it be some heretofore-unseen mix of both…?
A soft gasp escaped her as she felt one of them kick. And she couldn’t help but let out a little laugh; they were just as tired of waiting as she was.
Maybe they knew that their Uncle-to-be Kurobana had found some of his and Hakuro’s old childhood toys in their old home in Namai and brought them over. Or that Kozan had promised them places of honor in the Doman Adventurers Guild once they were old enough. Or that, with Kozakura and Mauto now expecting too, there would soon be even more half-lupin little ones running about the Enclave…
The sound of the sliding front door opening made her ears perk up, her train of thought screeching to a halt.
And there was that familiar voice announcing; “I’m home!”
“Welcome back, love!” She called in answer, “I’m in the bedroom!”
Moments later, Hakuro’s towering form strode into the room and up to the futon, kneeling down beside his mate and laying a kiss to her temple. “I am glad to see you, dearest. Did aught happen while I was gone?”
“Nothing happened, but the pups are impatient as usual,” she said, rubbing her tummy; Hakuro did the same, a smile crossing his face. Then she pouted; “And I’m impatient, too. I want you; I’ve been so horny all evening but I can’t touch myself at all like this!”
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting and wanting, my mate,” he said, stroking a blunted claw against her cheek. “Do you wish for me to taste you?”
Her pout only deepened, however; “Oral is the only thing we can do while I’m this big.”
Hakuro hadn’t knotted her since she got pregnant—he wouldn’t even risk getting even slightly rough with her. And the miqo’te understood why he wouldn’t; she was so much smaller than him, and he didn’t want to risk harming her or their pups. Of course she understood. But that didn’t stop her from feeling grumpy about it. Damn her and her heats; just her luck that the one sexual partner she assumed couldn’t get her pregnant would be the one to do so.
With a smile, soft and indulgent and understanding, Hakuro leaned down to nuzzle his mate. “I am sorry, dearest. I can only imagine how frustrating this must feel. But it will not be long now until our precious litter is born.”
She did manage to smile at that. “I don’t know what I’ll be happier about; becoming a mother, or no longer feeling like a fat cat…” Kissing her beloved’s wet nose, she said, “I can’t say I ever imagined that this would be how and why I retired, but I’m happy. You and Hien and all of Doma have been so good to me…”
“Our little ones shall want for nothing.” Hakuro’s blunted nails gently scraped against her cheeks. “And neither shall you, dearest.”
The miqo’te purred—in affection and contentment both. “For now, I want your tongue. And after that, cuddles.”
Nodding and resituating himself between his mate’s spread legs, Hakuro took in the scent of her wet pussy as it flowered open. Not wasting any more time, he dove in, eagerly lapping up her sweet, slick nectar.
Immediately she gasped, and whimpered, “Ooooh, please please please, yes…” She squirmed with building arousal, and his clawed hands held her legs steady. Her hands unable to reach him around her giant globe of a belly, they busied themselves by fondling her heavy, tender breasts, fingers circling her swollen nipples and squeezing warm milk from them.
Hakuro’s warm, wet tongue laved against her pussy and clit, the rhythm of its movements quick and strong, with just enough friction to make her whole body feel impossibly warm. Her mate’s hands then spread her lower lips even further apart as his tongue squeezed its way into her dripping wet cunt; she had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep herself from waking up the entire Enclave with her screams. He was relentless, ceaselessly drinking from her until she twisted and spasmed in a powerful and shockingly quick climax.
She went limp, panting for breath and dizzy with pleasure, her skin glistening with sweat. Through the haze, she felt her beloved’s tongue at her breasts, weakly squirming and giggling as he licked up the streams of milk that had spurted out.
“Mmm, that tickles…”
And true to her request, she was pulled against his furry, muscular body, with her mate’s voice growling affectionate words in her ear…
She smiled, and breathed out, “Thank you… Love you…”
Two weeks later, the erstwhile Warrior of Light gave birth, her and Hakuro becoming the proud parents of a healthy set of sextuplets. Some were puppies closely resembling their lupin father, while others were miqo’te kittens in all but their more wolf-like ears and tails… Naturally the little ones were doted on by both their Doman neighbors and relatives (especially their honorary Aunt Yugiri and Great Uncle Gosetsu) and by their mother’s visiting adventuring and Scion companions. The pups and kits would grow up in a free and peaceful Doma, loved and adored…
And by the time they would reach their first birthday, they would have another litter of siblings well on the way…