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Chapter 26

Keeno watched happily as Zalia carefully nursed their daughter from her breasts. Tiny Enya clung to her mother, slowly flexing her little fingers in Zalia's black fur. She looked exactly like tan Keeno, only she had her mother's curly mane and big sapphire blue eyes. She was a fussy puppy, always screaming for attention. Keeno secretly envied Kilyan: Lea had given birth to a quiet little son that looked exactly like Kilyan but for the white flecks in his fur.

Still . . . Keeno smiled as he looked at his little girl. He thought Enya was the best thing to ever happen to him.

"When's it my turn?" Keeno teased, sticking his arm behind his head.

They were in the bedroom they shared in the home Keeno had built for them. Zalia was in bed, sitting up against the pillows as she breastfed Enya. Keeno was lying on his back beside her, watching. It was the middle of the night. Enya was always getting them up in the middle of the night. Both of them. Keeno wished he knew how to sleep through the nightly feeding sessions.

"She's almost done," Zalia whispered.

Keeno watched his wife with a warm heart. Since Enya's birth, a real tenderness had come over Zalia that he had never seen before. Yzlo told him with a laugh that it was because her hormones were still crazy and that she would get her rough edges back in a few months. But Keeno thought it was simply the joy of bringing new life into the world.

Keeno still remembered the day Enya was born. When he came home from patrol, Kel and Yzlo were waiting for him at his home. They were beaming. He ran as fast as he could to Kel's house. Zalia was in her bedroom, in her bed, her fur limp with sweat, her body weak after the long birth. But she was smiling. She cradled their little daughter close, and as Keeno sat absently on the edge of the bed, she touched Enya's short curly mane and sang softly, "Little girrrrl. It's time to meet your daddy!"

Keeno swelled with pride when his daughter looked at him. Looked at him with those large blue eyes. She blinked at Keeno, then giggled and cooed, reaching her pudgy paws to him.

"Want to hold her?" Zalia whispered happily.

Keeno was suddenly frantic. She was so tiny. He was terrified. Zalia ignored his fear and carefully eased their daughter into his arms.

"Z-Zalia! No - I couldn't . . . oh." Keeno's eyes connected with Enya's and softened. "Hello," he said with a half-smile. "I'm your daddy. Say 'Daddy.'"

Little Enya blinked.

"We'll work in it," Keeno said.

Zalia laughed.

Present-day Keeno was brought back to earth by his wife's voice.

". . . and done," Zalia said as Enya's little mouth released her nipple. Enya seemed to immediately doze off in her mother's arms. Zalia cocked a brow at Keeno. "Is En-En sleeping in her crib tonight? Or on Daddy's chest?"

Keeno looked at Zalia's naked breasts - breasts he had not touched in so long. "En-En sleeping in crib," he said.

Zalia's blue eyes squinted up with laughter. She carefully passed Enya to her father's arms. Keeno smiled, holding his sleeping daughter against his shoulder as he eased up from the bed. Enya was three months now and had grown big. Fast. She slept with her fat cheek pressed in Keeno's shoulder, and he felt the hot drool seeping in his fur. He carried her to the canopied crib that stood in a corner of the bedroom - a woven wicker crib that Zalia and Hye had made together.

Keeno carefully laid his daughter in the crib and stood over her a while, wriggling his finger in her fat fist as he watched her sleep. She lay on her back, her small face wreathed in short curls. And she was beautiful. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. That he and Zalia had created her still . . . amazed him.

"Keeno," Zalia yawned, "come to bed."

Keeno tore himself away. He was crestfallen to see Zalia dozing off in the pillows. He climbed under the sheets with her and tapped her paw, her cheek.

"No, no, no, no," he moaned. "Zalia. I was promised seeeex."

Zalia frowned, eyes still closed. "Keeno," she complained.

Keeno sighed and slid down in the pillows, defeated. Zalia softly laughed at him. She snuggled up against his chest and he put his arm around her. He lay in the darkness as moonlight poured through the window, listening to his wife and child breathing gently in their sleep. This beautiful female was his wife and that beautiful bundle in the crib was his daughter. This fine house was his home. This was all his. He was the richest, the luckiest male in the world.

"Zalia."

"Mm."

"If I had another wife, _she_could give me sex --"

"Keeno!" Zalia sprang up.

Keeno grinned: _that_woke her up.

"You pig!" Zalia hissed in a furious whisper, and they both knew she was trying to keep from waking Enya. She poked Keeno in the chest with a long black nail. "I slave for you, cooking your meals, caring for your child --"

Keeno pulled her down and kissed her. There was one moment when he thought she was going to hit him. Her paws balled into fists and trembled. He caught her by the wrists and kept kissing her tenderly, incessantly. Her trembling fists relaxed. "Mm . . ." she moaned. He let her go, and she slipped her slender arms around his neck. He embraced her, pulling her down in the sheets. His paw slipped under and between her thighs.

Zalia pulled her mouth away and her head fell back. "Oh, Keeno . . ."

"You like that, baby?" he whispered between kisses. "You missed my touch . . ."

"Yes . . ."

"I missed touching you. . ." He buried kisses in her neck, his lips traveling down and down. His fingers were still stroking her clit when he carefully took her dark nipple in his lips and rolled his tongue on it. Zalia moaned and curled her fingers in his mane as he gently suckled.

"Mm . . ."

"Keeno . . ."

Keeno pulled her closer, burying his face deeper in her tit. Her milk tasted so sweet. When he glanced up at her, she was looking at him with hooded eyes.

"Sit on my cock," he whispered, trailing kisses over her breasts.

Zalia frowned, her head falling back as his kisses found her neck. "Oh, Keeno, no . . ." she said miserably.

"I told you," he said between kisses, "that your body will always be beautiful . . . Zalia . . ." His paw found her belly, which had a small pudge after the pregnancy. Keeno thought she was luckier than most females. Her waist was probably two inches wider! And yet she wouldn't sit on him anymore because she felt fat. She was also convinced her pussy was now loose. But Keeno had been with a lot of females. He knew what a loose pussy was.

"Zalia," Keeno whispered and kissed her lips.

"Keeno . . . no, I couldn't . . ."

"Come on, baby . . . you know I like watching you." He stopped and looked at her.

Zalia lowered her long lashes and her curly mane tumbled forward. "Keeno . . ."

"Zalia," he said, kissing her cheek. "You're beautiful. My cock doesn't lie."

Zalia looked down and saw the bulge under the sheets. Smiling, she pushed the sheets aside and pressed her husband down on his back. She knelt on paws and knees over him, and he stared breathlessly at the curves of her strong young body - her jutting ass and hanging tits, her slender waist and the tiny pouch of belly fat she was so ashamed of. Her legs had always been lovely and he stared at her shapely thighs, licking his lips as he anticipated them around him.

Zalia's long curls tumbled around her as she spread her thighs wider. Keeno smoothed his paws down her narrow back and over her backside. He squeezed, his fingers reaching under for her pussy lips. He took his fingers away and looked at them: she was dripping.

Zalia squatted over Keeno, her thighs apart, and looked him in the eye as she placed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. The moisture of her sex touched his cock and it throbbed. Her breasts were dripping milk and swollen. They had gotten so _big_after Enya was born . . .

Zalia pressed the head of Keeno's cock in and sighed as it forced her pussy to split open, clenching hard around him. Keeno choked as her fluids dripped over him. He lay there tense and waiting - and she abruptly sat on him. He gasped as the hot sheath of her pussy swallowed his dick. She sighed shrilly and whispered his name as he filled her. He offered his paws. She took them and began to ride.

Keeno watched hungrily as her big tits jiggled, still dripping milk. Her curls fell in her eyes as she moved her pussy up and down on him. She moved faster. The milk hit his face. Unable to take it any longer, he pulled her down on top of him, smashing her tits to his mouth. "Oh! Oh, Keeno!" He grabbed her backside in fistfuls and jerked his hips, stabbing himself inside as she suckled her.

Trapped in her husband's arms, Zalia wriggled and moaned, her curls tossing, her breasts and ass jiggling with every punch of Keeno's cock. She wiggled her hips to admit him further, her eyes were hooded and almost in a daze. Her pussy was gushing. Keeno sucked her nipple until it stretched.

"Ah - Gently - suck gently!" Zalia scolded. "Oh . . . oh, Keeno . . . shit."

Keeno suddenly grabbed Zalia by the arms and fucked her hard, stabbing his cock up and in. Holding her at arm's length, he watched her smashed tits jiggling and dripping milk, the twisting of her slender waist each time he jerked his hips, the look of helpless arousal on her face as her curls bounced in her slanted eyes. Her thighs were splayed wide and stained with her fluids. He could see his veined cock punching between her clenching pussy lips.

"Don't . . . come inside . . ." she gasped.

"Are . . . you coming?"

Zalia's head fell back. "Yes!"

Keeno grinned when she suddenly slapped his paws off, and leaning forward, she braced her paws on his chest and slammed her pussy on him. He smoothed his paws along the soft curves of her body, thinking that she was magnificent. How could she ever think any less of herself?

Zalia leaned back, thighs splayed, and gyrated her hips, thrusting them forward. Keeno's cock was massaged by her hot pussy and his arms trembled. He grimaced.

"Zalia . . . going to come . . ."

"I . . . A-Ah!"

Keeno grunted when her fluids washed over him. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her off him. She collapsed forward on his chest as his hard cock spurted against the air. His cum slapped his thighs. They sagged in the sheets, panting.

"You made . . . me mad . . . so we'd have sex!" Zalia accused, but she sounded amused.

"Yup," Keeno said shamelessly.

"You bastard!"

They laughed. Zalia lay on Keeno's chest, and he smoothed his paws up and down her back, showering her mane and forehead with tired kisses. Zalia closed her eyes happily.

"We almost made another one, you know," Keeno said, glancing over at the crib.

"I tried to climb off . . . but it felt . . ." She smiled. "So good."

Keeno laughed softly. "Do you want another one?" He knew damn well she didn't: Zalia was afraid of becoming fat.

"Do you? I would have thought you'd want a boy."

"Nah. I'm not one of _those_males. You don't have to give me seven sons, Zalia. I'm happy with Enya."

Zalia snorted. "Enya _is_seven sons."

Keeno laughed. "No kidding. After changing her swaddling a couple times, it starts to feel like she's pooping for seven."

"You really didn't want a boy?" Zalia whispered.

"No, Zalia," Keeno assured her and stroked her mane.

"And . . . you really don't want another wife?"

Keeno smiled and kissed her head, thinking that his taking a second wife was probably her greatest fear. "No, Zalia," he repeated softly.

Zalia closed her eyes, content. Keeno closed his eyes as well, content that she was content.