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"Gosh," Miyuki puffed, her cheeks red under tan fur. "They're just so heavy."

Aura supported the pandaren with a paw in the middle of her back. Thankful for time away from her mayoral duties, she found that attending to her wife's needs was no burden at all. Although Miyuki was presently heavier than Aura, the tall worgen's arms still felt like the safest, most stable place to be. Miyuki leaned against her instead of the banister as she caught her breath.

"It must be terrible," Aura teased. Miyuki smiled sardonically. Aura, smiling more pleasantly, cooed, "Really, though, my love. Swollen feet and aching knees are terrible - but are milk-filled breasts such an awful thing?"

Miyuki doddered up the stairs, Aura close behind with fingers outstretched. "They're--," she huffed and sighed, "they're more fun in the evening than during the day. I can't keep a blouse clean. In fact, only a few days ago--." Her words stopped short thankfully without an embarrassing squeak when she crested the stairs but took a large unnecessary step, missing the even floor in the blind spot of her resplendent, curved belly. She played off the stumble coolly and didn't look back. She knew she would have seen the generally sangfroid Aura trying not to grin.

"Just a few days ago," the pandaren started up again, ambling to the bedroom she and Aura shared, "I was near a young lady whose pup happened to cry as I was near them. I couldn't hide fast enough! I have never been so thankful to wind up caught in the rain..."

Aura laughed, finally unable to keep it in, but the sound was good-natured. She patted Miyuki's plush bottom and hugged her from behind. "Oh, Miyuki," she purred. "It is the miracle of life. And you must admit, being an ambulatory milk supply has its advantages."

What I'd give to see you in this situation, the pandaren thought, tart with hormonal emotions. The spiteful edge let over to something gentle and thoughtful. She smiled. Oh, I'd take care of you just like you're taking care of me. And then it made her a little sad that she'd never see her wife with a baby bump; she felt Aura's tall figure would sport it well.

Miyuki could still find reasons to be grumpy, but sour moods simply weren't common or long-lived for her. Part of it, she knew, was the pesky hormones. Some of it was the ache in her back; those pains could make anybody cranky. As she waddled (oh I hate that word, but that's what I'm doing, isn't it?) into the bedroom and saw the lovingly made king bed she and Aura shared and had conceived in, all she could think about was some relaxation and a lightening of her load under the capable touch of Aura.

Gripping the worgen's proffered and toned forearm like a railing, Miyuki kicked off her sandals. The worgen more directly assisted with her blouse and the heavy, unfortunately frumpy maternal brassiere she'd been stuck wearing. None of her preferred undergarments could keep her swollen breasts in line. That didn't annoy her so much as it was disappointing; Miyuki enjoyed being pretty, however subtle she was about the desire.

"And now, this too," said Aura, kneeling and slipping off Miyuki's dress, which hung a bit like a loincloth on her wide-hipped frame. The worgen drank in the sight of her nude wife, fixating not on her breasts (which were magnificently swollen, as to be expected of a lady in the final months of pregnancy) but the large, flawless swell of her belly. "Mmm, you look wonderful this way."

The pandaren smiled, cheeks flushing. She touched Aura's ears gently. "I can't say I always feel wonderful," she allowed, "but knowing what's coming... it's a very nice feeling."

Aura smiled. She pressed a kiss into the overhang of Miyuki's belly and stroked up and over the curve. Her fingertips bumped the pandaren's breasts, hanging lower than usual, fat with milk and nearly teardrops in shape.

The mere nudge made Miyuki wince. So much milk filling her breasts left the skin tight as a drum and the nerve endings almost raw. Instead of pain like what accompanied the swelling of a bruise, however, Miyuki was intensely vulnerable to pleasure. That, more than the inconvenience of heavy, leaking breasts, was the main reason for Aura's nightly milking of her.

"I believe I felt a kick," the worgen said, quietly awed, smile uncharacteristically wide. "What an amazing feeling this is." She nuzzled Miyuki's belly, moving slowly, hoping to feel the bat of a paw or a foot. The little one, however, was no longer accepting visitors. Aura, chuckling, gave up a few seconds later.

"It's really something," the pandaren agreed, kissing Aura on the lips when she stood up. "But he - or she - seems to love running marathons when mommy is trying to sleep," she giggled.

Aura followed Miyuki's smooch with a second, more lingering one. She ran her paws down the pandaren's naked back, fondling the soft curves of her body, dramatic even without a baby bump. Softly she palmed Miyuki's bottom, rubbing tongues with her blushing and dreamy-eyed wife.

The kiss ended gently and Aura slipped around behind Miyuki, rubbing against her all the way. The worgen was hard; the lump of her erection ground lewdly into the pandaren's pliable hips and buttocks, making a shallow rut in the fur and flesh.

Flush to Miyuki with the wedge of her erection resting in the split of the pandaren's cheeks, Aura wrapped her strong yet feminine hands around her wife's breasts. It took some effort to lift them. They spilled around and between her fingers. Trickles of milk oozed from the pandaren's puffy nipples, streaking into rambling webs in her fur.

Miyuki shivered, pushing back into Aura, her shoulder blades almost on the worgen's bust. "I can't believe how tender they are," she whispered, half delighted, half lamenting.

Teasing, coaxing gropes from Aura began to draw the milk out in more than meager dribbles. The webs became offwhite smears, getting into Aura's fur too, dribbling to the floor, leaving stains in the rug. Miyuki chewed on her lip, puffing and cooing and closing her eyes. Her loins grew damp like her breasts already were.

"Mmm... mmm, this pup will never go hungry," said the pandaren, causing Aura to chuckle. "My love, could you help me to sit down? My feet--."

"Say no more." Aura, with milk-stained paws, supported her pregnant lover and walked her to the nearby bed. First she helped Miyuki to lie down, propping her up and covering the bare oak of the headboard with pillows. Then she stripped her own body nude, baring her thick black penis, and joined Miyuki side-by-side and smiling. They embraced, shared a kiss, and rubbed noses in a sweet display.

Miyuki palmed Aura's erection. Its dark flesh was as attractive as it was familiar, and she stroked her wife in ways only Aura herself could top. Precum wetted her digits, making her smile almost slyly. "You seem very pent-up," she astutely noted.

"I would say it has something to do with your current state," Aura replied, ever calm and academic even when she was, in fact, atrociously hot and bothered. Her first duty was to her wife, however; her second duty was to her town, and only then to herself. She pecked Miyuki's cheek then scooted down the bed somewhat, making it hard and then impossible for the pandaren to keep stroking.

Missing Miyuki's paw more than she cared to admit, Aura made it a point to rub herself against the pandaren's thigh. Like her hips and her breasts and her bottom, it was round and warm, dressed in the same cuddly fur as the rest of her body, and it served this new purpose well.

Her own need soon to be satisfied, Aura cupped one of Miyuki's breasts and brought it to her lips. She kissed the nipple, the leak of which had not stopped but only slowed to an almost unnoticeable drool; unnoticeable because of the milk already smeared into the fur. Aura pushed her lips into the puffy pink nub and began to suck softly but consistently, and the spurts of milk were immediate as they were gratifying.

Miyuki cooed with maternal instincts satisfied as well as more lurid ones. She stroked through the worgen's highlighted hair, petting over her ears, down the nape of her neck and over again. Her eyes drifted shut. A contented smile was fixed on her short snout.

As Aura sucked and drank, she massaged the tit and coaxed more milk from it. There was no appreciable production going on, of course; Aura was only drinking what was already in the tank, but the more she suckled, the stronger the stream naturally became, and soon Miyuki was almost more leaky than the worgen could handle. Though Aura drank and drank, happily swallowing the rich but nearly colorless cream flowing from her wife's breast, some leaked down her chin. Just as it had done to Miyuki's breast, it made webs in the light gray fur on Aura's snout. The webs became streaks; the streaks became smears inching down her neck, soon forming a bib of wasted milk between and across her breasts. Her penis throbbed severely.

"I can feel that," Miyuki teased. Then, a soft-spoken request: "Switch to the other one, please..."

Aura did. Rather than switch sides and ruin the rhythm of grinding on Miyuki's thigh, she simply leaned over the pandaren. Her wet breasts pushed into the pandaren's flank and she took to caressing Miyuki's baby bump. She took the other nipple into her maw and started again with her coaxing sucks and rubs, and again came that slow trickle, graduating into spurts, and finally a thin, irregular stream.

Aura drank deeply of Miyuki, finding that her motives had changed somewhat; she was now insistently humping her wife's hip and thigh, and though consuming the pandaren's milk was her way of comforting and pleasuring and unburdening her wife, the act was just as much a matter of her own pleasure.

The pandaren could tell that Aura was being a little greedy - but she didn't mind it. Milking sessions had such an effect on the both of them in that Miyuki was remarkably damp between her chubby thighs. On some nights she simply made the suggestion that Aura - albeit gently - enter her, but tonight she enjoyed the feeling of the worgen's stiff cock on her leg and tender lips on her tit.

In spite of how much milk she was swallowing (never enough to keep more from running down her chin), Aura was nothing but dignified. She did not gulp or slobber, and her grinding on Miyuki's thigh was never short of efficient. That her entire body shivered with pleasure and her breathing through her nose was fast were her only concessions to nearly orgasmic delight. But Miyuki could read her regardless.

"Keep going," the pandaren softly urged, rubbing down Aura's back, patting her on the hip. "You're taking care of me... take care of yourself, too," she purred.

Aura did just that. She moved with the same care and grace, but harder. She suckled no more eagerly, but swallowed a little less, loving how it ran down her chin and warmed her. Tenderly as if in another world, she petted the pandaren's pregnant belly with splayed fingers.

Miyuki, eyelids parted to mere slits, watched Aura without saying a word. Seeing Aura so enraptured by her body was a thrill she found it hard to put words to. So she didn't try; she caressed Aura's back slowly and gently, always going with the grain of her fur. She pushed her leg out into the worgen's grinding.

Finally Aura could handle no more pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed and red when she abruptly came, shooting thick ropes into the pandaren's fur. For a moment she locked up, clutching her wife firmly, lips parted around the nipple but not sucking. A soft grunt escaped her, and then a groan as she squirted again, harder. Miyuki helped her ride out her orgasm, petting her and cooing, whispering soft nothings.

The worgen released Miyuki's leaking nipple and lay her head between the pandaren's breasts, breathing deeply to slow her heartbeat.

"I apologize," Aura sheepishly said, peeking at Miyuki's face from the tops of her eyes. She was smiling contritely. "I simply--."

"I know," Miyuki said, winking. "I don't mind one bit."

Aura scooted up. She kissed Miyuki with her milk-stained lips. "I love you so very much."

Miyuki smiled. Something changed in her expression, making it a little warmer. She took her wife by the wrist, guiding Aura to put paw on the curve of her belly. "Feel."

As she did just that, Aura began to blush again. Her smile, already sweet, grew. Miyuki's taut belly was tumultuous with kicks and pushes from within. "It would seem that somebody is awake."

The boy or girl, whichever it was, was indeed very active. It wasn't going to be long before they made their first appearance in the world.

Aura and Miyuki slept together, warm and content and wet with milk. Miyuki hardly noticed the bucking and kicking.