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Overall, pregnancy didn’t hit Blitz too hard. Sure, the sore back was rough, but Stolas could use his fingers with a bit of magical-enhanced lotion to wipe away the tension. Food cravings were a bitch, but Stolas bought him whatever his stomach required. His hoofs were sore, but nothing a warm soak couldn’t solve.
There were even pleasurable parts of getting knocked up he hadn’t expected. Everything was so sensitive. Like, fucking ridiculously sensitive. All Stolas had to do was look at him the right way, and his cunt would be the fucking river Styx. And when Stolas fucked him with his strap, goddamn, that was an unholy experience.
Last night, Blitz could have said pregnancy was a piece of cake, but as he waddled his way to the closet to find clothes to fit over his round bump, he learned that wasn’t the case.
“Ow, what the fuck!” He cried when the fabric of his maternity shirt skimmed his nipples. “What in Satan’s asshole is that!”
He tore the shirt off and turned to the full-length mirror. His chest had slowly grown significantly since he got knocked up, but his tits had never been this big. He cupped his left one and hissed at how warm and heavy it felt. He gave himself a light squeeze, but the flesh was hard.
“Stolas!” Blitz called out, and a moment later, Stolas was at his side.
About a week or so ago, Stolas had gotten clingier than usual. He was never more than a few feet away at all times and almost constantly had a hand on Blitz’s stomach. He also asked questions all the time, like, ‘How are our implings?’ and ‘Can I get the father of our little ones anything?’ If there was anything even a touch close to danger near Blitz, such as Blitz’s favorite knife when he was cleaning it, Stolas would blast it to another dimension.
“What it is, my love?” Stolas asked, his hands going to Blitz’s exposed stomach. “Contractions? Any sign of labor? Weakness? Pain?”
“Pain for fucking sure,” Blitz cupped his tits again. “Feel these suckers.”
Stolas gently pressed his hands on Blitz’s chest and made a soft ‘hm’ noise. He then lightly brushed Blitz’s stiff nipple with his thumb. A twinge of warmth erupted between Blitz’s legs, but that was pretty standard nowadays.
“Yes, I see,” Stolas said, looking at his thumb. “Look.”
A tiny droplet of clear fluid lay on Stolas' thumb. Blitz sniffed it and found the scent sweet and familiar.
“My milk came in already?” Blitz groaned and motioned to his stomach. “Fuck, these babies haven’t even dropped yet.”
“You are nearly at the end of this journey,” Stolas reassured him. “This is all very natural, my love. We will just express some milk until you are comfortable.”
Blitz sighed and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His heart-shaped areolas had darkened, and his nipples had been hard for the past few weeks. He should have known this would happen sooner than later. He ran a thumb over his nipple again and winced.
“Fine, did that pump come in the mail yet?” Blitz asked.
Stolas shook his head. “Not quite, but I think I have another idea to help you. Let me just make you more comfortable.”
Stolas lifted him easily, as though he wasn’t carrying two other little imps inside his belly, and carefully set him on their bed. Blitz was still naked, and he felt the softness of their blanket on his ass and thighs.
“What are you doing, pretty bird?” Blitz asked as Stolas kneeled before him.
Stolas grinned. “I’m taking away all your pain. Just relax, my beautiful husband. Let me take care of you.”
Blitz signed and settled in. From his angle, Stolas was the perfect height to lean down and kiss Blitz, and Blitz quickly sank into it. As their kiss deepened, Stolas cupped Blitz’s left tit and gently squeezed. Blitz winced, and Stolas loosened his hold.
“Keep going,” Blitz whispered. “I think a massage will help. Hurts in a productive way kind of shit.”
Stolas continued with the massage, his thumb rubbing against particularly hard spots. Slowly, the spots grew softer, but his chest still felt heavy.
Pulling away from Blitz’s lips, Stolas said, “Tell me if it hurts,” and licked the hardened bud of Blitz’s tit.
“Fuck!” Blitz cried, unsure if it felt good yet. “Do that again.”
Stolas licked again, this time with more pressure, before wrapping his lips around Blitz’s nipple. His tongue played along the flesh, tickling Blitz and making him giggle.
“You are just messing around now,” Blitz teased.
Stolas looked up from his work with a wicked look. Still looking Blitz in the eye, he covered the whole of Blitz’s nipple in his mouth and sucked.
“Holy shit!” Blitz cried as what felt like all his nerves erupted at the same time.
Stolas sucked again harder, and Blitz groaned. Between his legs felt warm, and he scooted a little closer to Stolas. He spread his legs so Stolas could relax his body in between, but he did not touch Blitz’s cunt. His focus was on holding Blitz’s tit and massaging as he sucked.
Then, a strange sensation flooded Blitz’s senses in a way he had never experienced. It was similar to when Stolas massaged between his horns and spines, only it centered at the breast Stolas held and worked through him. What Blitz could only imagine was a fuckton of hormones invading his systems, he assumed this was what all the baby books called a ‘let-down.’
“That feels so nice,” Blitz sighed. “Don’t fucking stop.”
Blitz let his eyes flutter closed, and he moved his hand to the top of Stolas’ feathered head. He ran his fingers through the shorter feathers as he enjoyed the sudden relaxation that struck him. It lasted only a moment before Stolas unlatched from Blitz’s tit with a gasp.
Blitz quickly opened his eyes to Stolas’ gaze wide and wild, and a single stream of milk dripped down from his beak.
“Your milk tastes like the very essence of stars!” Stolas declared.
“Um…”
Blitz wasn’t sure how to respond, but before he could, Stolas returned his mouth to his nipple and sucked hard. This time, Blitz could feel the flow of milk as Stolas sucked, and it felt like such a grand relief. The heaviness faded as Stolas’ mouth worked at him, using his tongue to encourage more to flow.
While one of Stolas’ hands cupped Blitz’s tit, his other hand roamed to his right tit and squeezed. Multiple streams of milk shot from Blitz’s nipple as Stolas squeezed, landing on Stolas’ shirtfront.
“You are getting yourself wet,” Blitz teased, his fingers back to Stolas’ feathers.
Stolas pulled away again, and even more milk dripped from his mouth. He panted as though he had finally traveled the desert to find a stream, except this stream was Blitz’s tit juice. Stolas didn’t seem to mind from how deeply he drank.
“You have made the most wonderful sustenance for our babies,” Stolas gushed. “Your nourishment will make our little ones big and strong. What a wonderful father they have to give them such a gift.”
Blushing, Blitz felt his cunt clench at nothing at the praise.
“Oh yeah?” Blitz chuckled awkwardly. “I didn’t know you liked it that much.”
Instead of answering, Stolas moved to Blitz’s right tit and sucked. Blitz sighed once again as the heaviness in his chest was pulled by Stolas’ lips and tongue. He could hear Stolas noisily drink the milk, and something about that made his hips thrust.
Understanding, Stolas trailed the fingers of his free hand down Blitz’s rounded stomach and between his legs.
“Fuck me, please,” Blitz begged as he tried to open his legs wider. “Fuck me while you drink from me.”
Stolas was steady and precise as he played with Blitz’s clit with his thumb and plunged into Blitz’s sopping cunt with two fingers. Blitz cried out as he leaned back so Stolas could get a better angle, and Stolas followed so he did not lose his hold of Blitz’s nipple.
“Yeah, babe, drink till you are… holy shit, harder… drink until you are fucking full,” Blitz whimpered. “I want you drunk on my fucking milk.”
Blitz’s orgasm hit him out far too quickly as his cunt clenched around Stolas’ fingers. He cursed as he fucked himself against Stolas’ grasp and gripped Stolas’ feathers tighter. Stolas continued to suck his tit as Blitz worked through his orgasm.
When the bliss settled, and Blitz could open his eyes, he saw Stolas still sucking from his tit, only much slower. Blitz loosened his hold of Stolas’ feathers but did not pull Stolas away. He had meant what he said about Stolas drinking until he was done. A warmth settled in his chest again, only this time it was gentle and calming.
Stolas pulled away moments later with a gentle sigh.
“Took all you needed?” Blitz asked.
“Yes, darling,” Stolas said and yawned. “I think you might have taken some of my calming magic to produce your milk, for I would very much welcome a nap.”
“Calming magic will be good for when the implings get here,” Blitz said.
Stolas stood from his knees and took off his milk-soaked clothing. Blitz’s arousal sparked again when he saw the slight roundness of Stolas’ stomach that could only be from all the milk he had drank from Blitz. Some deeper part of him felt good knowing he had nourished his lover and would soon do the same to their little ones.
Stolas crawled onto the bed and pulled Blitz towards him so they were not lying in the wet spot from Blitz’s orgasm and milk. With Blitz’s back to Stolas’ chest, Stolas cradled Blitz’s stomach in his arms.
“Just let me know when you are uncomfortable again,” Stolas whispered. “After the babies are here, I must let them do that job for me.”
Blitz snickered. “I think the milk bar opens again in maybe an hour?”
“Wonderful, just enough time for a nap.” Stolas said and nuzzled his beak against the nape of Blitz’s neck.