Yin and Yang: Love and Lust
A while ago, I had what I hoped to be a story series called Yin and Yang, which centered on the romance between a pair of young women. Due to lack of interest on my co-author's part, it was cancelled and taken down, but we may revive it another way. But enough of that crap, let's get to the good stuff.
By the way, we alternately use the terms "wife" and "life partner" in narration to reflect the thoughts of each woman: Max thinks of Ashly as her wife, and Ashly thinks of Max as her life partner.
Cast
Ashly: Chris.
Max: Me.
Max leaned her head against the door of her and Ashly's apartment, her forehead making a "thud" as it hit the wood. She slid the key into the lock almost with her eyes closed, trudging inside and immediately dropping her gym bag on the entryway's carpet. Today at the gym had been grueling even for such an athlete as she was, and her muscles needed some much-deserved rest. Her clothes, short tan fur, and dark red hair were sweaty and smelly. "'M home," she muttered before crashing on the couch.
"I'll be out in a bit," Ashly's voice came from the bathroom down the hall a bit. Her voice sounded low, weighted down by something. To Max it might be she was having another bout of morning sickness, but what was really going on was that Ashly was in the bathroom, horny as hell and squeezing her very pregnant body into her college uniform, struggling to button the top up. Her arousal was spurred on hard by her hormones, making her fumble a bit as she tried to hurry.
The kangaroo turned her head to rest it on her other cheek so Ashly could hear her voice better. "You all right, Ash?" she asked. The last thirty-six weeks had been an absolute rollercoaster for the women...and it didn't help that Max, decidedly the more boyish of the two, had reacted to the changes brought about by her wife's pregnancy with a mixture of fear and anxiety...though she had to admit she felt her protective instincts stirred.
Without saying anything, Ashly came out and stood before Max. The black kirin's shirt was held together with only one button. Her large breasts pressed hard against each other, perking each other up, with two wet spots where her stiff nipples pressed against the skintight fabric. The rest was as tight a fit: the unbuttoned portion was snug against the sides of her belly. Even her short blue skirt was near skintight as it hugged her hips and rump: she couldn't even pull it very far up her belly, which left the swell hanging out in all its maternal glory. "I don't know, you tell me?" Her voice was full of lust as she sauntered over and sat in Max's lap. The kangaroo quickly noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear either as warmth from Ashly's pent-up nethers wafted onto her lap.
Max's hazel eyes were as wide as saucers, and she would have scurried away in surprise had Ashly not pinned her. She could already feel her shorts dampening from the musky heat emitted by Ashly's sex. "Guh...wha...huyah..." she babbled, feeling Ashly's swollen belly against her six-pack. The baby inside gave her a prod, making her shiver and her cheeks heat up. It took a lot of getting used to for Max to handle Ashly once she started showing: again, having always been a boyish woman as well as an athlete, she had to admit pregnancy scared her a little.
Ashly wasted no time and grabbed her life partner by the back of her head and pulled it forward, jamming her muzzle against Max's and kissing her deeply, gyrating her hips a bit to rub her wanting muff on Max's pelvis, quickly wetting her shorts from the friction. All the stimulation made her nipples leak more, the wet spots spreading as Ashly's free hand snuck under Max's shirt to fondle her breasts, her swollen belly pressing against the other woman's muscles. Ashly broke the kiss and undid the one button on her shirt, allowing her breasts to bounce free. "I've been waiting for you all day, I need release!" Her voice was almost commanding, her hormones and lust driving her crazy as she moved off Max and lay on the couch next to her, belly up and legs spread wide. Her labia was flush, nearly bright red from the increase in blood flow due to her pregnancy. It also glistened with her sweet honey.
Max was overwhelmed by the intensity of Ashly's coming-on to her. She was accustomed to being the dominant one in their sex, so the occasional about-face in Ashly made her stop in her tracks. She looked down on Ashly's very pregnant and very hormonal body. Well...if there was one thing about pregnancy she liked...it seemed to make Ashly easier to please. Problem was overcoming her fear of pregnancy and doing it. She just...stared at the swollen (in almost every way) kirin presenting herself to her.
Ashly whimpered a bit and tried to reach her nethers herself, managing to move two fingers on her labia to pull it apart, revealing her insides were just as red as the outside as her scent spread in the air. "Please make love to me," she asked again, her thighs quivering at the thought of much-needed sexual release. Her whole body was tense with the sexual energy she wanted to express. Even her baby felt it, pressing its tiny feet against the top of her belly as it danced around inside of her excitedly from the increase in energy and hormones in Mommy's body.
Shaking her head to return to her senses, Max took a deep breath, filling her nostrils with Ashly's scent, the pheromones starting to spread into her system. She leaned her head between Ashly's legs and stuck out her tongue, but paused. Ashly wanted her to make love to her...well...before Ashly she only really knew how to fuck, but lovemaking was one unusually satisfying thing she had learned from the kirin. Instead of starting to eat her wife out, she instead moved to cover Ashly, keeping her weight off of the pregnant woman with her hands, knees, and tail, giving Ashly a sensual, tongue-filled kiss.
Ashly let go of her muff and wrapped her hands onto the kangaroo's taut rump as she returned the kiss, trying to buck her hips up into Max but only managing to press her belly up as she kissed Max and fondled her rump cheeks. A stray finger found its way under her partner's shorts and to her sex, where it rubbed around Max's labia, trying to stimulate the kangaroo's sex drive as much as hers was.
Max murred down Ashly's throat, rubbing her tongue against the kirin's. Her mouth eventually left Ashly's and started kissing down her cheek, throat, and breasts. She nuzzled and dragged her tongue across the maternal mounds, sniffing at Ashly's premilk. It took a lot of convincing on Ashly's part for Max to touch her breasts again after she started leaking, so to persuade her to actually suckle...well, one can only imagine how difficult that was.
Her back arched: Max had obviously hit a sweet spot. Ashly moaned loudly as Max's mouth reached her nipples. She writhed under Max's attention, gripping the kangaroo's buttocks. Ashly was blissed out, not thinking of anything but her love for Max and the pleasure she was finally feeling after hours of waiting.
The kangaroo licked hard on one nipple, marveling at how it had become larger and more prominent with Ashly's pregnancy. "Mm, so beautiful," she purred, tasting the woman's sweet premilk before she did the same to the other breast.
Ashly shuddered and moaned, going through a mini-orgasm that made the air thick with her heavy scent. Her honey made a mess of the fur between her legs and her tail thrashed side to side as she begged for more, raking her nails up her partner's back. Her head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut and her muzzle wide open as she vocalized her small release. She was in pure ecstasy, and she wanted more, wanted to cum hard.
Max moved her muzzle down to press on the top of Ashly's belly. "Lucky for you your mother likes her lactation more than I do, kid," she said into the tight swell, feeling the baby move in response to her voice before she gave each nipple a kiss, continuing trailing her mouth and tongue down the kirin's body. She kissed all over the dome of Ashly's belly, making animalistic noises that she was sure the baby was hearing.
Ashly was to impassioned to say anything back, just nodding along and looking down Max with her big blue eyes and biting her lower lip, silently wishing Max would hurry to the part of her body she most wanted licked and played with. Her whole body was awash with anticipation, her hands rubbing the sides of her belly and her legs arching up.
Finally, Max's mouth reached the underside of Ashly's belly, which she had learned was super sensitive: she needed only to rub the spot to becalm an aggressive Ashly. She bumped her nose against it and nuzzled it with the side of her muzzle, wanting to make Ashly wait just a liiittle bit longer.
The effect was immediate as Ashly all but melted under the touch. Even her tail went limp, her eyes half lidded as she let out a low-pitched trilling sound. Her breathing grew to panting as the relaxation turned to pleasure again. The feelings her pregnant body gave her were some of the best feelings she had ever had: everything felt good to be touched and rubbed, especially by Max. A few times Ashly even masturbated by rubbing this same spot under her belly, growing so close to orgasm it took very little to throw her over the edge.
Working up a bit of spit in her mouth, Max moved down to the core of Ashly's pleasure nerves: her very red, very swollen sex. By now Ashly's pheromones had made her quite randy as well, so she could only imagine how Ashly felt. Leaning in and using her thumbs to spread Ashly open, Max slid her tongue inside.
Ashly gasped loudly as she finally felt her partner's tongue enter her much-needing sex, her inner walls pressing on her tongue as he lapped at its wet recesses. Her senses flooded again with all the pleasure racing through her body, her back arching and lifting her round belly into the air.
The kangaroo licked and slurped at Ashly's leaking sex, carefully avoiding her memorized sensitive spots and swollen clitoris. She wanted to keep Ashly on a pleasure high as long as she could to slake her hormone-addled lust for a proportionately longer time. She breathed hot air on Ashly's clit, trying to hold back and not let Ashly orgasm quite yet...but as she had learned, a very sensitive woman requires a delicate touch.
"Ohh...feels so good..." Ashly moaned out as she did everything she could to keep from clamping her legs together on Max's head. She griped the fabric of the couch tightly with both hands, her thick, agile tail coming up and rubbing at Max's crotch, trying to pleasure her life partner as much as she was her. She groaned loudly as she felt her buildup slowly starting, like a heat spreading from deep within her belly.
Max's thicker, more muscular tail, no longer needed to keep her upright, pinned down Ashly's tail: she was dedicated to her wife's pleasure and would allow nothing to interfere with her concentration. She slid her tongue out until just the tip was touching Ashly's folds, saying, "I hope you do go ovuhdue...tho I can enjoy thith that muth longer," before sliding it all in and thrusting it against her spot while sucking hard on her clit.
"Ah...ah...AH...YES! GOD, YES!" she screamed out, honey flooding into Max's muzzle as she orgazimed hard and long. Her back arched so much she lifted her own rump off the couch, her nipples also leaking heavily, her premilk staining the fur on her breasts and chest. Her mind reeled as her body shuddered and spasmed, the baby moving all over the place with the rush of hormones.
Max maintained her mouth's death-grip on Ashly's nethers, having more than enough experience to keep up the assault on a thrashing woman. Fortunately, she also had the foresight to take a breath before making Ashly cum, meaning she could keep up the sensation for almost thirty seconds straight before her own horny body made her breathe again.
Ashly collapsed back down, panting heavily, her eyes closed as her orgasm faded, leaving her a mess, with stained and wet fur everywhere. But she was absolutely intoxicated with the feelings and sensations of the after-orgasm as she reached out and urged Max back on top of her so she could hold her life partner close, arms wrapped around the kangaroo's middle as she nuzzled her neck.
Max hugged Ashly back as best she could without resting most of her weight on her belly...she would be glad when they could sleep covering each other again as they used to. "Was it worth the wait?" she asked quietly.
"Yes...oh, God yes." She smiled and yawned, holding the kangaroo close. "You don't have to hover, I'm not made of glass." She made Max put a little more weight down on her so they could cuddle better. "See? We're okay. We like it when Mommy is close like this." She giggled a bit as the baby kicked, knowing full well Max would feel it on her belly.
Max blushed, a rarity. Ashly referring to herself and the baby as "we" and Max as "Mommy," as well as feeling the baby move, always made her feel...funny. She wasn't sure if it was a good or bad funny, but it was a mix of anxiety and love...not unlike what she felt when she asked Ashly to marry her. "I feel...weird when you talk like that..." she murmured.
Ashly nuzzled the tip of Max's nose. "It's true: we love you and the little one can't wait to see Mommy, and I love to have you close. You don't have to be afraid to get close to us."
The kangaroo nuzzled back, kissing Ashly's lips. "Love you too, Ash," she rubbed the side of Ashly's belly, "and...whoever you are."
Ashly smiled warmly again and yawned, slowly starting to drift off, still holding Max to her.