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A third part to this short and sweet little series! A third installment for the third trimester of course!

I think you've a general idea of what to expect here if you've read the first two, so no need to go off on some tangent here!

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Shopping With My Husband

Part 3

Tonight for dinner, I was getting one of my favorite Chinese dishes, sweet and sour tofu. My husband originally wanted to order takeout, but I was going stir-crazy and wanted time out of the house. I gave an excited squeak as the large plate of steaming food was laid out before me, feeling my puppy stir as well in me as if he was just as excited as mommy to get this treat.

“You sure about this?" My wolf husband asked with a cocked brow as I grabbed up the small to-go bowl from the ice cream shop a few stores down from here.

“People do it all the time for apple pie!" I huffed out defensively as I shoveled the scoop of vanilla ice cream right on top of my Chinese food. He winced as I scooped up a bite with the sweet and sour mingling with the sweet creamy ice cream.

“How is it?" He asked cautiously.

“Gods! It's perfect… I think your son likes it too, he's squirming up a storm!" I giggled and used my free paw to rub at my belly, feeling the little wolf pup in me being extra active today.

“Maybe he's saying he hates it!" He barked out with a laugh but couldn't resist putting his paw on my nice round belly, feeling the tremors of his son fussing against his pads. I was wearing a tank top with a flowy dress that came down past my knees, with some sneakers on. I'd had to go up a few bra sizes too since I started carrying.

“I will pluck… every piece of fur from your tail… if you don't let me finish my food first, are we clear?" I gave my husband a warning snarl before shoveling another bite of my sweet and sweet and sour tofu into my mouth.

“Eh? I didn't say anything, love!" He gave me a shameless grin as I snorted while looking into his eyes.

“Honey, I can smell it on you… and I know how you get…" I grumbled and snapped up another bite while feeling him casually slide his paw up under my tanktop, the material easily rolling out over my round belly, feeling his large claws now raking through my grey fur proudly.

“I can't help it…" He cooed as he pushed forward, growling into my ear.

“I won't help shoving this chopstick up your snout if you don't let me eat first!" I squeaked out in a fussy furious little tone, the hormones in full control over the pregnancy. My husband gave me an apologetic grin and tucked my shirt back down, lifting his paws up.

“No, you can keep rubbing my belly, our son likes it. You just keep your paws there and not lower or higher… for now…" I gave him a snort as I snapped down on another bite, his ears perking at my 'for now' part. It was true what Mom warned me about, carrying got me horny. Like… really really fucking horny…

To his credit, he did let me eat. I'd gotten pretty fussy and moody as I carried, so he knew better. I did feel bad with my mood swings, but I always apologized or he understood, it just kind of happened, besides… I made it up to him in other ways…

“No howling… You understand, honey? I like this place and I don't want to be banned from it…" I hissed out as my paws rested against the sides of the bathroom stall, my round ass pushed back to him. He sat there on the toilet, jeans already parted, his paws on my hips, rubbing that thick jumping wolf cock against my dripping entrance.

“I'll do my best, love…" He cooed eagerly as I felt that tapered head starting to slip into my tight bunny hole, my teeth clenching as he started to pull me back into his lap.

“Fuck… do more than your best… understand?" I squeaked out as I pushed back myself, eager to get him inside me. My walls spread as my tongue peeked out, feeling him sink deep as his paws splayed onto my hips, drawing me down while plunging deep into my soaked pussy.

“Gods!" He barked out as I slapped into his lap, my tongue lolled now as I leaned back into him, my back to his chest. My husband's paws slid right over to my front, pushing my tanktop up to let my round belly push out into his waiting paws.

“I think you rub on my belly more than my ass or tits these days, honey…" I panted up against his jaw, feeling his claws gently rake through my grey fur, feeling his son's fluttering movements at his pads, while I felt it against my walls keenly.

“No way, your tits are amazing, so is that bunny ass of yours!" He growled into my ear as his paws slid up to pull my tank top a little higher up, letting my heavy breasts spill into view. My nipples were dark and puffy, the flesh more soft and pillowy these days thanks to-

“Ngh… not so rough you'll make me!" I squeaked out in protest, moaning as his paws kneaded, shuddering as I felt my milk start to bead and leak down my curved breasts, dripping over his warm strong paws.

“You like it…" He growled confidently as his hips shifted. I couldn't deny it as I felt his tapered head digging deep against my core. My walls were clenching, and my honey had already soaked his lap from the vicious orgasm.

“Huff… I can feel the tremors of our pup inside you too…" He nipped my ear as he ground his hips, my own lust dripping off his sacs into the bathroom floor as we both shifted our hips, eager to get it out of our systems.

“Y-you're always… so deep… no duh you can feel him!" I squeaked out, then gasped as his hips bucked faster, my paws slapping to the walls of the stall, trying to grab onto something as he worked me up again, my milk-filled breasts dripping milk into his paws.

“Gods! Gods! I- …" I snapped my teeth, my red eyes rolling up, shuddering as he threw me over the edge again, loud wet slaps filling the small bathroom we'd ducked into after our dinner.

“Good rabbit… gods you're the best, love…" He groaned into my ear, his left paw sliding down once more to cradle my belly, his other on my hip. My breasts swayed freely now, tracks of bunny cream dripping from my peaks that would be feeding my son soon enough.

“Right there! Right there!" I squeaked out desperately in a whisper, the slaps louder, feeling that growing knot popping in and out of my entrance. My own hips bucked back as best they could, but I was mostly at the mercy of his strong powerful thrusts.

“Getting close… you ready?" He panted into my ear as my eyes blinked back tears before I grabbed the support bar on the wall, my hips shifting down with my own momentum, as a loud wet slap filled the air. I forced that fat knot deep in on my own, giving a hiss as he spasmed deep in my walls.

“That… huff… answer your question… honey?" I hissed out, then lifted my paws, wrapping them around my wolf's maw to shut it tight. He squeaked out from my grasp, grunting and growling as his length started jumping hard, sending thick ropes deep into me.

My own tongue flopped out, panting as I felt the heat pouring into me, my puppy none too happy about what his parents were doing, kicking and fussing up a storm against my walls. As terrible as it sounded, I loved it… I loved feeling his heat and pup at the same time.

I didn't dare release my husband's jaws, not until I'd milked the last thick rope in, a few more inches added to my belly as I slumped back, arms falling limp. “Gods… that hit the spot…" I panted out, groaning as my paws settled on my belly, panting heavily, milk still beading at my peaks.

“Damn… damn… so good…" He panted into my ear, his own breath hot, and tongue lolled in relief, both of us reeling in the risky public sex like we always did. We'd actually been caught and asked not to return to one clothing store in the city when we were shopping for maternity clothes. At least it gave the employees something to talk about, right?

“Oooh! He's mad!“ I giggled and rubbed my belly, wincing at the angry kicks but grinning as I did so.

“Can you blame him?" My husband groaned adoringly, his own paws rubbing at my belly as well, the fur wet from sweat and milk.

“I can blame you…" I cooed out and leaned up to kiss the side of his jaw.

“I didn't hear you ask me to pull out… so…" He growled and lapped my jaw affectionately.

“Hmph… just hurry up and calm down with that knot, we need to clean up. Also, I think I want dessert after all that!" I squeaked out playfully.

I'm ashamed to admit that after a year of being married to this wolf, his bad habits were turning into my own. I had even started packing wipes and other things in my purse to facilitate cleaning up from our adventures.

We made it back to the dining area only smelling a little like sex, but my little pup was still fussing in me. He finally calmed down after I got some chocolate ice cream.

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My ears perked high as the movie we were watching back home was coming to its climax. The good guys were finally turning the tides on the villain, and in an over-the-top death scene, the bad guy was destroyed in a big explosion. Instantly, my eyes filled with tears as I made a loud sniffle and hic.

“Eh? Are you crying?" My husband asked, his arm around me as I'd been leaning against his chest in bed while we watched it.

“S-shut up! I'm fine!" I squeaked out as I rubbed my cheek fur with a sniffle.

“Heh, why would that make you cry, love?" He prodded as I glared up at him with wet eyes.

“Ugh! Villains can be reformed, you don't have to always blow them up!" I snarled as my emotions swung from sadness to anger instantly.

“Heh… the guy blew up a whole city, not sure you can reform that!" He barked out in a counter-point.

“Mmm… That's just lazy writing! Why do people enjoy these stupid movies?!" I squeaked out in annoyance, then frowned as my wolf moved in and bumped his nose to my own.

“Somebunny is being moody…" He growled adoringly.

“No shit I'm moody, you try carrying a pup for almost a year see how fussy you get!" I snarled out with a glare, then yelped as I was suddenly shoved onto my back in the bed.

“Lucky for me, I know the trick to deal with a fussy bun!" My husband declared as I squirmed my hips, feeling him drag my panties right off, having been in just those and a t-shirt.

“It doesn't all have to end up with sex you dopeyyy doooggghh…" I slurred the last of my fussy words as he slid down and shoved his maw right to my soaked petals. His snout bumped my round belly, and I could feel my son fussing again as his father got to work lapping and circling his tongue against my pearl.

He didn't respond, just kept lapping and circling his tongue. I couldn't help but squeak out, tongue lolled as he skillfully drew me closer and closer, one paw rubbing at my tummy to try to keep my puppy calm. He seemed to always sync up with my emotions and fuss more when I was excited.

After a few more moments, my free paw dug into the bed sheets as I cried out, feeling myself give in to his tongue, panting up at the ceiling of our room as my body convulsed from the forced orgasm.

My wolf kissed my belly a few times then rose up to start dragging his boxers off, his length already fully slid free again, jumping eagerly. “Feel less fussy, babe?" He cooed as he reached for my legs, starting to spread them.

“Huff… H-hang on! Not on my back, this is waaay too much to deal with for a whole session!" I squeaked out, pushing my paws along my tummy for emphasis. I couldn't even sleep on my back anymore these days, and sex was just right out.

He snorted and rolled his blue eyes before grabbing my hips and unceremoniously flipping me over onto my belly. I gave a small squeak as my breasts and showing belly pushed into the sheets, quickly finding my knees and bracing on my elbows.

“Better?" He snarled as he started to climb over me, the mattress dipping under his larger size as he moved.

“Ngh… yes!" I squeaked out and hiked my fluff of grey tail for him, looking back and up with my red eyes, presenting for my wolf as he started to mount me.

His deep snarls filled my ears as he lined that tapered head right up, then I shuddered as he started pushing right in, familiar and confident with how to approach his bunny wife's pussy. My tongue showed as I panted, feeling him sinking nice and deep as he climbed atop me.

I felt his chest push to my back and his elbows settle near my own. A small squeak came forth as he bumped to my core, my ears folding with a groan as I felt myself dwarfed under him, properly mounted as if I were a wolf bitch for him.

“Feel good?" He puffed into my ear as his hips started grinding, stirring his massive wolf cock deep inside my small body.

“S-shut up… you know it does!" I groaned as my paws grasped the sheets of the bed, giving little squeaks and huffs to his strokes. He was digging so deep in this position, and having the bed support my tummy helped as well.

With a playful growl, he took a few nips of my pierced ear, making me bust out into a sudden fit of giggles before he snapped down on one, holding it in his teeth, but not so hard it'd hurt me. I shuddered to feel his growls rolling through it, hearing them nice and loud as I panted to his movements.

“Right there honey… fuck…" I whispered out, panting and groaning over the movie's ending credits music, the sound of wet slaps filling the air from his deep strokes, my rabbit honey dripping off his sacs as they bumped against the pearl he'd just been lapping.

He gave a deep grunt to my words, snarling against my ear as he kept rocking his hips. I felt his left arm shift lower, paw now resting on the side of my showing belly, rubbing proudly as he braced on his remaining elbow.

Our puppy son fussed angrily at what his parents were doing, but you'd think he'd be used to it by now. I giggled as the thought crossed my mind, but then gasped out in another squeaky moan as my husband's thrust slammed into my core, forcing me to give in once again.

I slumped against the mattress, panting into the sheets, he wasn't even slowing down to let me recover, just pumping through my clenching walls, making me endure it as my toepaws curled against the bedding.

“H-hold on… l-let me… ngh!" I gasped as he snapped on my ear again, growling against it as my heart pitter-pattered from the dominant display. I offered a submissive whimper, sounding like a helpless rabbit. He always did get a little dominant in this position, I'd just chew him out later.

Satisfied with my response, he released my ear to pant out, his paw rubbing my belly, a smug proud growl in his throat as he rocked against my round ass, more wet slaps joining the soundtrack of the movie as I gasped, feeling his knot starting to show against my entrance.

I didn't argue or fuss, just clutched the sheets, looking back and up at him with my red eyes. My squeaks and whimpers filled his own ears, his growls and snarls filling mine as he kept pumping deep inside, feeling the tremors of our son's movements both at his paw, as well as inside me.

Several more moments passed of him pumping and grinding, the loud wet slaps growing more frantic, faster, and desperate. His knot grew fatter, thicker, and made my entrance ache with each push.

The credits were over and the TV was back on the home screen now, the only noise in the room our frantic sex. His snarls and growls were familiar, he was getting close. Then again, his knot was tearing me up, so it's not like I couldn't tell in other ways.

“Ngh! Fuck!" He snarled out and shoved forward hard as I gave a throaty squeak, feeling him plow deep, that knot popping in one last time, sliding deep and blooming to full in me. My paws tangled hard into the sheets, balled into fists as I cried out, my body giving in right as his length jumped and poured his love into my womb.

“Guh!" I slurred out, sounding stunned as the orgasm crested right as he filled me, all with the now familiar angry fussing of our puppy as his parents once again disturbed him with their own needs.

“Gods yes!" He snarled as his paw rubbed my belly, which was taking on a few more inches of growth, my own tongue just lolled, unable to say much from the intense orgasm. I'm sure he could feel his son kicking against his paw, because the puppy was none too happy with us. Honestly though, the sensation of being filled and our pup fussing, it was thrilling now.

I heard my husband give a defeated grunt as he bucked his hips one last time, finishing himself off inside as my walls milked him for every drop. A weak groan of relief filled my throat as I found my paws, wincing to rise up a little higher, my belly feeling heavier and rounder.

“Sorry… got a little carried away…" He puffed into my ear, leaning in to lap at my jaw.

“You apologize every time, and I tell you it's fine each time… I like it, honey… you're sexy when you're feral and dominant…" I whispered the words as I leaned in to kiss the side of his jaw as he loomed over me.

The world spun as I gasped, feeling him rock back and pull me along for the ride. I slumped back into his chest, panting in relief as both his paws cradled my belly, taking some of the pressure off my spine. That in and of itself gave me another kind of relief as I sighed comfortably, still feeling our pup fussing inside.

“Probably only a few weeks left… Damn I'm gonna miss this…" He growled into my flopped ear as I panted, then offered a giggle.

“Hm… Guess you'll just have to get me pregnant again ASAP, eh honey?" I rubbed a paw under his muzzle, my own painted claws scratching into his jaw fur, grinning proudly as I felt my husband's paws roaming my belly.

“Absolutely… let's go for twins, next time!" He barked adoringly into my ear.

“I don't think we can control what or how many we get, but I'll do my best!" I giggled again, then kissed the side of his jaw, settling against him with a relieved huff, then groaned as my son kept fussing. “Gods… he's not going to stop until you give him some chocolate…"

“You sure you don't want that chocolate, babe?" My husband cooed teasingly.

I snorted up at him. “Maybe I do, pamper your pregnant wife and get her some chocolate cake?"

“Yes, love!" He barked adoringly into my ear as I hummed proudly, hoping the treat would calm my puppy down. That and I'd developed quite the sweet tooth while carrying, I'd have to make sure to work out more between terms.

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