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Story below by me, Gjall:
With the soft, chilling breeze tickling her breasts, which rest on her enormous, gravid stomach, Gjall stepped out of Theo’s aulri; Saero, the first sun, kissing her fur. She let out a sigh of satisfaction as she left, gripping her large wizardly hat, so old it’s drooping over itself. She had given Theo a tonic to help with his tick problem, something most residents dealt with during the first summer of every year. Over her shoulder as she left, she called out,
“Remember Theo, tonight at sunset! Mira’s coming back from her travels to the Sisori elders. You better be there!”
“Right… I’ll be there! Heheh…” Theo chuckled out nervously, so much so that Gjall didn’t need to see his face to understand that something was tugging at his mind.
It must just be because of this tick issue. Theo was always on the shy side, even though there was nothing to be ashamed of. Gjall swore that during the height of the first summer she was making tick treatments non-stop. It was like it was the only thing she was ever asked for…
A brisk walk later, waving hello to her fellow village kin as she went, staring absent-minded at the gravid stomachs and fertile bulges, she was back home. She strode through the entrance only to be struck by a thought that plagued her every day: I need to clean this damn place up. It really was a mess. Bottles strewn about, various pots of different shapes, sizes, and colors in disorder, herbs stacked on shelves and around her brewing stand. She never was deft with organization, and it certainly didn’t help that she was the village’s only arcanist. It had been almost two years since lady Ilmiri disappeared, leaving behind all her old tomes and near-indecipherable notes. Poor Gjall was only a year into her apprenticeship to become the next High Mage of the village and was shunted into the role completely unprepared.
The emotion of executive dysfunction didn’t last though, as suddenly Gjall had a large, warm hand on her stomach, and a hard body flanking her. She scowled and looked back to see her mate, Monty, grinning down at her like a jester who just slapped his king’s ass. Glaring, she reached up and gave his chin a weak slap, eyes filled with scorn. She spit her words,
“Love, did you visit the Grand Gardens today like I asked~? I realllllllly needed those herbs for my next batch of elixirs…”
Monty smiles meekly, his eyes drifting away from her face as he mumbles,
“Well… you see hon… I may have gotten sidetracked a bit. Kjara came to visit, and he was in heat, and you know how that goes! Those kits of his just doesn’t calm down…”
Gjall let out a sigh that might’ve shook the earth had she any more arcane prowess, then grabbed her mate’s large arm, rubbing her stomach against him.
“You know I don’t mind you mating with whomever you please, just as you do for me, and as is standard for most mates, but…” she gritted her teeth, whispering her next words sharp as steel,
“When it gets in the way of my work, you know how that makes me feel…”
His face paled, and he put a hand on her hair, gently petting his lovely little mate. He rasped out,
“On it hon! I’ll pick up Theo after and see you in the central park with Mira!”
With that, he scrambled out the door, tail between his legs despite being almost two and a half heads taller than his primary lover. As soon as his clopping became distant, Gjall sat her Arcanist’s cap gently on her shelf, pulling off her apron as well, which at this stage of her pregnancy barely served to do anything other than accentuate her gravidness. She stepped out of her aulri and to the stream just steps away from her cozy little home, listening to the trickle of clear water. With a grunt, she knelt until her belly was all but touching the ground beneath her and slowly washed herself of her arcanist symbolage. She always preferred gentle greens, winding and weaving about in the ancient words of the world. Any time she was doing the work of the arcane, she dawned these symbols. Each day a little different, but each day just as empowering. They granted her knowledge and power even when she had none, and even with the little she truly knew of them, her master had left behind so many runes in her crumbling tome.
Gjall’s ears perked suddenly, though, as a deep rumbling like the mightiest wind pierced the air. Looking up, she saw off in the distance her kin gathering, and the great Horn of Dawn being sounded.
With a start, she was on her feet, and briskly made for the village center. A smile on her face, she knew what this entailed; Mira had finally returned with her small envoy to the mountain pass of the Sisori. Last Gjall had seen her, Mira was excited to have been chosen to set out on this adventure. Every true year, a small envoy was selected and given the task of seeking the Sisori: a wise, nomadic tribe of spirit walkers and sages who wander the Yarrow Mountains and pass advice, knowledge, and predictions of the future. Their knowledge was vital for the thriving of the village, as they would each year give predictions on weather patterns, natural disasters, and even where to watch for the monsters of the dark, and unnatural creatures of the world. For many, it was an honor to make the journey up the smallest mountain of Yarrow range and meet these fated elders.
Last time Gjall saw Mira, though, she was certainly not… pregnant. Especially not so pregnant she looked about to burst in front of everyone, not that such an event would be unusual, or even shunned for anyone in the Taldane…
Gjall spotted Mira quickly as she approached, weaving gently through the small crowd of her kin as she strode forward. She was among a group of five, but as soon as Gjall pushed to the front of the group, Mira’s face turned crimson with embarrassment as she put both hands on her enormous stomach. Gjall burst through as the crowd quickly began to disperse, and one of the village elders, Iori, a lithe red fox elder known for their perky breasts and propensity to knot anybody they pleased. They announced with a booming voice,
“Now, now! Everyone, disperse! Give our travelers room to breathe! Now that they have arrived, as everyone knows, we will hold the ceremony of divulgence tomorrow night. For now, allow our homesick kin to rest and regain their strength to tell their tales.”
Murmurs erupted as the people slowly began to trickle away, carrying on with their days both mundane and dull alike. Gjall, however, just leaned forward and threw her arms around her friend, bumping bellies as she did so.
“Mira! By the Morningstag! What happened to you? Last I saw you… I didn’t realize you… well…”
Gjall motioned to Mira’s gravid womb, which was occasionally twitching a bit, taught as a bow string.
“I uh…” Mira blushed again, eyes going wide as she froze in panic. “I just… well…”
Gjall interjected herself, saying,
“Here, let us sit babe. There are so many questions, but we don’t have to answer them now! I will ask… do you know whose it is?”
Mira’s face lit up with embarrassment and raw avoidance as they sat on the hard log bench,
“It’s… I do… I specifically made sure it was… his…”
She put both hands on the sides of her stomach, feeling the massive baby kick with enough ferocity to cause Mira to wobble a bit in her seat.
“Oh shhhhh… I just can’t believe you left like this and came back just to let me find out like this~”
Mira leaned in, putting a hand on Gjall’s stomach this time,
“And Gjall… I didn’t realize you were having another round so soon as well! Didn’t you just have your beautiful triplets before I left? Are these Monty’s?”
Gjall stifled a laugh, then perked up and said,
“Oh babe, you know these are Monty’s… probably. I haven’t asked a shaman to confirm it, but it doesn’t really matter either way obviously.”
Mira simply nodded, smiling brightly and looking into Gjall’s eyes tiredly. Gjall leaned into her friend slowly, drawing in breath as she did so.
“You know… it’s been an awfully long time, hon~”
Gjall huffed, whispering to Mira, who immediately responded wordlessly with a kiss. Gjall’s eyes shot wide open, completely disarmed by Mira’s sudden grab for control. Gjall put a hand to her stomach and groped Mira’s small but swollen breast with the other. Through the muffle of Mira’s snout, Gjall managed to spit out the words,
“I missed you Mira~ Especially this body of yours~!”
Passers-by barely shot an odd glance at the two best friends, clearly locked in the early stages of gravid lovemaking out in the middle of the square. In the villages surrounding the Yarrow Mountains, in this quaint little world Gjall and Mira lived in, it was perfectly normal for two long separated friends to greet each other with a public display of love. It was often encouraged, even. Mira spat into Gjall’s mouth and said,
“Why don’t you pop me and find out who’s child it is yourself?”
With that, Gjall and Mira’s huge, taught wombs rubbed together side by side as they fully embraced each other, licking each other’s tongues and trading blows in a war of passion. They had long since memorized each other’s tastes, and going almost eight months without that taste was enough to cause true withdrawal symptoms. Mira loosed a hand to grip Gjall’s massive, swollen breast, squeezing it so that her fat nipple shot milk onto Mira’s tight belly. At this point, Gjall was losing ground at this point, letting out an obnoxious moan into Mira’s mouth, but she wasn’t about to give up. She grabbed Mira’s small breast again, this time massaging and squeezing, causing hot little squirts of sweet otter milk to squirt onto Gjall’s breasts and belly.
Suddenly and without warning Mira pulled away, spreading her legs and leaning back a bit. She smirked like a demon ready to strike a deal, and cooed to Gjall,
“W-well? You missed me, right, sis? P-prove it~”
Gjall smiled wickedly at the invitation, and she quickly got to her knees, her massive middle section resting on her thighs and almost touching the ground as she leaned forward. Someone in the background whistled at the lovely scene, and Gjall pulled Mira’s loincloth up to reveal an amazingly swollen otter pussy, with fat, sore labia dripping sweat and juice.
Gjall gently put one hand on Mira’s belly while dragging the loincloth up, using the other hand to rub her pussy lips. Mira muffled a moan as Gjall went to work, trying to contain herself as she put both hands on her stomach, bracing for her massive unborn child to start making a fuss over the divine treatment. Gjall started to rub Mira’s wet clit slowly, putting her muzzle near and taking a deep sniff. It was a scent filled with the most intoxicating pheromones she has ever had the pleasure of smelling, and she just had to get a taste. With that, she continued rubbing Mira’s clit with her fingers while she licked gently at her labia, lapping up every drop of that wonderful pregnant otter juice that leaked out. Mira’s knees were beginning to quake at this point, and her stomach was starting to get big paw prints pushing out from inside as she begged,
“G-Gjall! Be careful… I’m going to… I’m not going to last very long like this!”
Gjall didn’t give a damn, though. She licked for a few more cycles, then spread Mira’s pussy and shoved her snout inside. She made it decently deep before stretching Mira far enough, and she started to rub Mira’s adorable clit just above her muzzle with her free hand again quickly to keep up the momentum. At the same time, she lapped and lapped away at Mira’s juicy insides, tasting every pheromone, every drop of that deeply gravid juice her body was throwing out as it begged for more. Mira was moaning so loud at this point that she was starting to attract a few spectators, and her knees were fully shaking outright. Her stomach churned as her baby wrestled around in here, the contractions of pleasure too much. Suddenly, as Gjall lapped away with half her snoot inside her best friend, Mira exploded, moaning and huffing and biting her lower lip as her pussy squirted hot juice all over Gjall, who pulled her muzzle out and opened her mouth, catching as much of the love fluid as possible. Mira’s knees were wobbling in her seat at this point, and after about fifteen seconds, the intermittent spurts stopped, and her massive baby began to slow down to a calm position once again.
“Gjall... fuck... I missed you so damn much…”
Mira panted, barely catching her breath, hand still on her belly.
“Huff… I missed you too Mira~ How about we head back to my place and clean up? We need to get ready to meet Monty and Theo after all!”
Gjall stammered, catching her breath as well. As she mentioned Theo, however, she noticed Mira blush a bit and look away.
“What’s wrong? Did I… say something?”
Gjall inquired, poking a bit at Mira as they both rose to their feet slowly, getting their bearings as their public audience dissipated a bit now that the show was over.
“N-no… I’ll tell you about it later… but it’s actually a good thing.”
Mira said with less-than-ideal confidence. Still, Gjall didn’t press her, and instead took her hand and gave her one last gentle kiss on the lips. They walked through the calm of the afternoon light of Saero back to Gjall’s aulri and got ready to paint each other in decorative runes for their night of celebration with their friends.
To be continued. Stay tuned for more with a future piece!