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Sabrina was still not used to being around her mother-in-law. It’s not that Princess Natalia scared her—ar from it; it’s just that the matriarch of the Di Grazia family was just…intense. She was shorter than Sabrina, and yet she commanded a certain air aboutout her. Sabrina’ commanded entire armies of soldiers and fought,ght, and yet she felt like a small kitten to this older catfolk. The two were princesses of Vernia-peers,, yet her mother-in-law carried an air about her.

The Di Grazia estate was as…opulent as it was when she first walked in there a year ago when she was first being courted by Tristano. The two of them were in the garden of the estate. The sound of songbirds echoed through the garden along with the subtle fragrance of flowers. Herss and Tristano’s were smaller than this one. tray of tea and finger sandwiches sat between them. Natalia poured Sabrina’s tea first,, as was custom,, and then hers.

“Sabrina, what do I owe this honor,, dear daughter?” Natalia asked, sipping her cup of tea. She was still not used to being called that by her mother-in-law, since,, well,, she was only a daughter by marriage.

“It’s…something I’m not sure I can express well.” Sabrina said as she didn’t look her mother-in-law in the eyes; the older catfolk raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?” She said,, her tone turning motherly in an instant; it was her way of disarming a person, though in this instance she didn’t seem patronizing at all. “Tell me, I’m always willing to help.” She spoke. Sabrina took a deep, deep breath.

“I…I feel like a failure as a mother.” Sabrina’s voice was barely above a whisper, and Natalia saw this was serious. She’d seen her daughter-in-law in many areas of her life; she was a firebrand of a woman and rarely let anything get to to her,, and to speak like this, it must have been dire in her mind..

“Why?” Natalia asked, putting her tea down and leaning forward; her orange ears twitched with rapt attention. And she was glad that her mother-in-law wasn’t looking down upon her. (Not that Princess Natalia ever did look down upon Sabrina..)

“You remember I was…on campaign for a few months, correct?” Sabrina asked,, and Natalia nodded; she remembered it well.. She was surprised she went to fight a small war postpartum, but Natalia also knew how important fighting and keeping their domain safe was.

“Yes, I remember.” Natalia stated, wondering where this was going, was she disappointed she left her child? Though she knew it was something… deeper based on the look Sabrina was giving.

“After I returned back to our estate, I tried to nurse my son,” she said,, her voice still not rising above her normal levels. “I…I couldn’t..” Her voice cracked, tears welling in her eyes as she spoke; sadness, the pain in her voice,, was palpable,, and Natalia sighed; to see her normally strong daughter-in-law like this was heartrending..

“Dearest, dearest,” Natalia said as she reached across the table and stroked her daughter-in-law's face, “you’re not a failure.” Natalia cooed as she tried to calm her daughter-in-law down. It was a mix of two pains for her searing her like this: one was seeing someone who was part of her family crying, languishing in pain,, and the other was her as a mother of three children;; she could see the pain of being thought a failure as a mother.

“I-I couldn’t!” She cried,, sobbing into her mother-in-law’s embrace; for the first time since the incident,, she let go of the emotions, the pain, and and the sorrow of feeling like a failure of a mother—onewho couldn’t do the bare minimum needed to fulfill that role.

“You think I never felt the sting of believing I was a failure of a mother?” She asked as she wiped the tears from Sabrina’s eyes, “I’ve borne three children; you don’t think raising them I’ve not felt the sting of thinking I was a failure too?” She asked,, and Sabrina shook her head.

“Every mother,, from the highest noble to the lowest commoner,, has at one point felt this; you are no different.” Natalia said with an air of knowledge that came from being a mother in her late 50s.

“When I had Tristano, I couldn’t feed him either,” she admitted. The mention of Tristano Sabrina’s husband drew her in, “I felt like I had failed. I was a new mother. And I couldn’t do what was expected of me.” She said her face withered with the sting of the memory. Even if it was many years ago,, it still hurt.

“It’s common, I learned.” She added,, “I spoke to wet nurses, midwives, and a few herbalists to help me.” She said with a weak smile, “I can point some to you; they will and can help you.” Natalia stated,, and she began to give her a list of herbalists, midwives,, etc.,., who might be able to help Sabrian. At the end of this,, Sabrina felt…better and also closer to her mother-in-law than she’d ever been even before her marriage to Tristano.

Finishing her tea, Sabrina bid her mother-in-law farewell and headed back to the estate she shared with Tristano. She told her beloved husband about the meeting with his mother,, and the two vowed to work to get her feeling better.

Sabrina took her mother-in-law’s advice. First, she went to a midwife who taught her how best to get her baby to suckle at her. Then a wet-nurse who had also given her advice nd finally an herbalist. This one seemed the most promising.

A brew of lemon balm, fennel seed, fenugreek,, and goat's ruee, mixed and infused into rose wine,, was made for her, and she was given instructions to drink it before bed as a nightcap She and her husband were preparing for bed—she was in a nightgown and hein sleeping pants and a shirt.t.

“How does it taste?” Tristano asked as he sipped his own wine, not mixed with the concoction aside from some honey and rosewater because he wanted to relax too. The two snuggled close to each other. As she sipped her wine,, her body began to feel hot, and not just from the fire.

“Odd, the rose masks the rest of it.” Sabrina said as she looked at her husband, and…for some reason she felt so amorous for him. The two of them were not shy about each other rom when theyy first slept with each other, but the last few weeks have been…hard on her. She'd not slept with him intimately in those weeks,, and…she wanted him now more than ever.

“Sabrina,, dearest?” Tristano asked,, and she pounced upon him,, latching her lips on his. Tristano let out a squeak but didn’t push her away; their tongues mingled inside as she pushed him against the sofa they were sitting on. She gripped his shirt as they kissed, holding him close.

S-Sabrina,” Tristano groaned when their lips finally parted; his breathing was heavy,, and his cock was rock hard, tenting through his pants. Sabrina looked at this,, and she grasped at his member through his pants;; he let out a moan as she played with him.

“Look at you, you’re probably all pent up.” Sabrina cooed s she continued to pawat his member. Moans escaped Tristano’s mouth as his wife continued to prod and play with his cock; she then slowly slid her fingers into the waistband of his pants.

“Don’t worry, your wife will take care of it,” Sabrina whispered in his ear, which twitched at the sensation of her hot breath on his fur; she then nibbled at his ear,, and a shudder ran down his spine.

“S-Sabrina,” Tristano moaned out as she took a holdd of his cock in his pants, “F-fuck.” He hissed as she began to stroke his member under his pants; his breathing was becoming more and more labored as his wife’s gentle yet strong hands continued to stroke him. Sabrina loved hearing the myriad of sounds that erupted from him, a mix of moans, groans,, and pants.

“Listen to you, so horny.” Sabrina said as she pulled his pants down so his barbed cock sprang free. She admired her husband’s member; it seemed to have grown bigger since she last saw it, though that was nearly several months ago; so not seeing it for so long has probably made it seem larger. Precum dribbled from the tip,, and she could take in the heady scent of his masculine arousal..

“S-Sabrina,” Tristano breathed out as Sabrina traced the contours of his erection. She smiled as she leaned downward,, her face next to his cock, and the musky aroma of his lust grew stronger. She felt like she was in damn heat. “Love. Please.” He moaned out,, and Sabrina gave him what he wanted. She took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around his cock as she began to bob up and down on his cock.

Moans escaped from his throat as she bobbed up and down, taking the full length of his member in her mouth with each movement. Her tongue swabbed up and down the base of his shaft as she sucked him off. At the same time,, Sabrina’s hands began to play with his balls, squeezing and tugging them gently. Tristano’s mouth hung agape as pleasure coursed through him.

“S-SABRINA!” Tristano moaned as seed began to flow from his cock into Sabrina’s mouth. She hungrily drank up his spunk, tasting the salty essence of her husband’s lust. It all went down her gullet as she enjoyed the sensation of his lust. With a pop,, her mouth left his now flaccid cock,, and she licked up the bits of semen that didn’t go into her mouth.

She then looked at her husband and she smiled as she lifted up her nightgown, revealing her thigh-length bloomers,, and Tristano knew what she wanted. Sabrina layon her back,, and Tristano saw how soaked her cunt was through her bloomers.

He pushed his face to the seat of her bloomers and kissed the thin fabric. He then pushed his finger into her cunt,, and he heard his beloved moan at the sensation. Her hips rolled into the movement,, and he did it again. He pulled her bloomers down and off her body, her cunt. She pressed her finger into her cunt; she let out a moan as his fingers plunged in and out of her.

“Li-Like that!” She moaned out as his fingers played with her cunt; he knew every inch of her pussy, the way his delicate fingers scraped against her inner walls, pushing against her clit with his thumb, as he plunged into her cunt with a second finger. He then pushed his face into her pussy, playing with her cunt with his mouth, tongue,, and lips. “YES! YES!” Sabrina moaned out as he continued to play with her cunt.

He then sucked on her clit, making her moan more as the rising pleasure grew. Quickening towards her, her orgasm soon washed over her and she came, and Tristano hungrily drank up her essence. The two of them were soon ready to go further. Sabrina took off the rest of her nightgown and pulled her husband’s pants off.

Straddling him,, she kissed him deep and hard as her tongue mingled with his once more. The stronger catfolk let her husband’s cock fill her deep and hard, the barbs pressing against her vaginal walls. She then noticed dribbles of milk leaving her breasts,, and she smiled.

“Drink me,, husband,” She ordered,, and he did as she asked,, taking her large tits. The sweet nectar of her milk went down his gullet, and he drank thirstily. It seemed that her lactation problem had been solved, as he drank her milk. “O-Oh fuck, she moaned as her nipples erupted more milk. All the while the two of them were fucking, she bounced up and down on his member.

“Sabrina, ma belle!” He groaned as he nipped at her neck as the two made love. Kissing and fucking with deep love. Tristano interchanged between kissing his wife and sucking at her teats to get more milk into his belly.

“More! More!” Sabrina moaned out as she wanted more of her husband’s cock to go into her. And he kissed her and did what she asked, gripping her hips hard, his claws digging into her skin and fur.

“S-Sabrina I’m going to cum.” Tristano warned her, and the lady catfolk seemed to urge him on.

“Inside, breed me again! Make me pregnant with another kitten!” She ordered, and Tristano did so, fully satisfying his wife. She moaned as she felt the feeling of her husband’s seed enter her womb, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The two were breathing heavily as their foreheads connected together.

A few days would pass, and the milk she produced during their lovemaking wasn’t a fluke, and Sabrina was happy. She’d yet to see if Tristano did indeed seed her like she wanted, but she was happy being able to feed her son finally.