Lamia Wife (complete)

    You’re looking at the ring on your finger, turning around the gold band as it catches the light from the window. Whenever you’re feeling stressed or downbeat, you look at the ring and remember the woman who put it on your finger.

    You had met her while touring a vineyard her family owned. You had gotten separated from your group and came across her while trying to find your way back. She was so beautiful, you could barely take your eyes off her. She had a long black body with golden stripes. The gold went along her torso and face, where it met with black again that covered her eyes. Her eyes were dark and wide, and she held a mischievous smile on her lips.

    You were smitten almost right away. It didn’t take long for you to fall in love with her. Khepri made her intentions for you known right away, she wanted you. One your first date, after she had kissed you at the front door, she whispered: “you’ll be mine soon.”

    She wasn’t wrong. You moved in together within the year and not long after that, she proposed. You had just celebrated your fifth anniversary, and it was amazing. Now, you were sitting in a hospital room waiting for the doctor to come back.

    You were sitting in that silly backless robe, your bare ass on the paper covered the examination table. You just stare at the ring Khepri gave you, picturing her and the reason you are here.

    The doctor comes back in, and you look up at her, expectant and excited about the news she has. Her expression is vague, and you know right away she’s trying to hide something. She sits down and puts her hand over yours.

    “I’m sorry,” she says.

    Your guts go cold, and you smile. “I had a feeling,” you murmur, ducking your head down. “I wanted it to be a surprise for her birthday so-” you tuck your hair behind your ear. “I guess we’ll just try again on her birthday,” you sniffle.

    “I ran some tests on why you’ve been having this problem,” she replies. “You have polycystic ovarian syndrome,” she tells you.

    You look up at her, furrowing your brow. “Is that...bad?” You ask.

    She sighs. “Yes and no,” she looks at you with kind eyes. She goes over the details with you, telling you how this is affecting your chances of getting pregnant. 

    “It’s not impossible,” she tells you. “But it will be harder for you. Talk with your partner, and we can set up an appointment to talk about steps we can take.” She hands a small pamphlet. “Don’t give up hope, ok? This is merely red tape, not a dead end.”

    “Thank you,” you murmur. You get dressed and left, heading back home. 

    For the last year, you and Khepri have been trying for a baby. You had been hoping to be pregnant around your anniversary to announce it, but it didn’t happen then. You had then planned to be pregnant around Khepri’s birthday. Once again it was no, and no you had the reason why. 

    You sit down at the table, looking at the ring Khepri put on your finger. Inside the gold band, there was an engraving that said: “I am yours.” You clutch your palm over your heart, wanting more than anything to have better news to give Khepri when she returned home.

    That evening, Khepri came home, carrying with her a large crate. “I have a treat for you,” she sings as she comes into the kitchen where you’re cooking. 

    She comes up behind you at the stove, her lips open on the nape of your nape. Her hand flutters up your side, and she finds an opening to sneak her fingers in. She gently nibbles your neck, moaning softly as her fingers explore your soft belly and up to your breast.

    “Khepri, no” you moan, but you don’t fight it. You lean into her, letting her touch and kiss. She still acts like you’re newlyweds, even after all this time.

    “I can’t help it,” she moans. Both her hands are groping your breasts. “You’re like a sexy marshmallow,” she growls.

    You snicker and chuckle, and Khepri laughs with you. “You’re so stupid,” you tease, turning your head around and kissing her.

    “How was your day?” Khepri asks as she releases you.

    “Uhm-” you hesitate. “Just ok,” you shrug.

    Khepri is opening the crate. “Now, now, out with it,” she says. “What’s wrong?” She pulls out a few wine bottles from the crate. “I won’t share with you until you share with me.”

    You look at her, and you look away. Tears burn your eyes as they come to the surface.

    “Babe,” Khepri comes back to you. “What’s wrong?”

    You sniffle and sob, wrapping your arms around her tightly. “I’m so sorry,” you cry. “I know you want a baby but I can’t-” you sob harder as her arms hold you. Her tail coils around your legs and she kisses the top of your head. 

    “Look at me,” she tilts your head up. Her dark eyes are so gentle and warm. “What happened?”

    You tell her about your visit to the doctor that you have PCOS. She listened intently, looking over the pamphlet you’ve brought home. She then sets it aside and kisses you hungrily. 

    “I love you,” she whispers. “More than anything. I hope you know this.”

    You nod and wipe your eyes. “I do.”

    “This isn’t the end of us trying,” she insists. “We’ll go see your doctor again to find out our options.” She then smiles at you. “Don’t give up, ok?”

    You return her bright smile and nod. “Ok,” you whisper.

    “Well then,” Khepri uncorks one of the bottles and pours you a large glass. “Drink up, I think you’ve earned it.”

    You take the glass from her long fingers, admiring the woman you love. “I was worried,” you admit.

    “What about?” Khepri stalls the wine glass on her lips, setting it aside.

    You hesitate. “I thought,” you swallow the painful lump down. “I thought you’d be disappointed in me.”

    Khepri scowls, and her tongue flickers out. “Why would you think that?” Her tone is low and serious.

    You look away. “Because I couldn’t give you what you wanted.”

    Khepri takes a long drink of her wine and gets up from the table, laying across it and kissing you. She tastes like wine and her long tongue swirls in your mouth. She moans softly, and she licks your lips as she pulls back.

    “You give me everything I want,” she growls. “Do I need to take you to the bedroom to prove it to you?” 

    You bite your lip. “Khepri,” you whisper.

    “Look,” she scowls at you. “Just because you can have babies doesn’t mean that’s what you’re made for. If we can’t have one, we’ll go steal one from the drug store or something,” she then grins. “I just want to see you all cute as a mom.” She kisses you again. “I was a little excited about breast milk, but that’s ok.”

    Your cheeks burn, and you lean in, taking another long kiss from Khepri. “You mean it?”

    “I do,” she whispers, running her fingers through your hair. “I love you.”

    The two of you make a doctor’s appointment come morning. When you have the visit, the doctor goes over several options with you. This includes fertility drugs, in vitro, and ovulation induction. She recommends trying the fertility shots first and then moving into the ovulation induction later. 

    You get your first shot and you and Khepri head home. As soon as you walk through the door, Khepri kisses you, pressing you against the wall and pinning your wrists above your head.

    “What are you doing?” You moan as Khepri kisses down your neck.

    “I’m gonna knock you up,” she growls.

    You moan, writhing as Khepri’s free hand pushes up your skirt. “But the doctor said-”

    Khepri looks up at you, her eyes sharp and focused. “She said that we should keep trying,” she gives you a wicked grin. “So, since we’re both home today, I’m going to keep trying,” she pushes her tail between your legs, “and trying,” she rips open your shirt, “and trying.”

    You snicker as she releases your wrists. You loop your arms around her neck, kissing her as her tail presses against your panties. “You’re just some horny schoolboy,” you smirk at her.

    She licks your lips. “Horny for my sexy marshmallow.”

    You bust out laughing, and she carries you to the bedroom where she strips away your clothes. She lights a few candles and turns on some music.

    “Setting the mood?” You ask as you pose on the bed.

    Khepri tilts her head towards you. “No need to, but this is fun.” She slithers up onto the bed, coiling her tail around you. She kisses your neck and cheeks, moaning into your ear. 

    You pet down Khepri’s chest and belly until your reach the small slit at the base of her torso. Khepri grunts, biting her lip as your fingers slip inside. It’s slick and sticky, and she clenches around you. 

    “Your fingers are so warm,” she pants into your ear.

    “You know what’s even warmer?” You moan, finding what you wanted inside. Slowly her slit peels back as her shaft slips out. You stroke the underbelly with your fingers and it quivers. Khepri is panting hard, thrusting herself against your palm.

    “Tell me,” she snarls in your ear.

    You turn to her and lay yourself on top of her. Her tail squeezes around your waist and belly. “My marshmallow pussy,” you whisper.

    Khepri snorts. “Oh come on!” 

    “You started it,” you growl as you rub yourself against her shaft. You moan softly and watch as Khepri’s grin melts into a wide open ‘O.’ “You still want it?”

    She glares up at you. “Of course I do?” She grabs you, pulling you down and rolling you over. Her tail presses between your legs and the tip of her shaft slips inside. 

    Khepri grins as she bites your cheek, growling as she teases you. “Do you want me?”

    You mewl, trying to move so she’ll go inside you more. “Please.”

    “All of me?” Her tongue swirls into your ear.

    “Every drop,” you gasp.

    Khepri chuckles. “Good answer.” She pushes all the way inside you and you whimper. You bite your lip and arch your back, gasping with pleasure as her shaft fills you.

    Khepri moans. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” she growls, trusting herself inside you.

    You turn your head, looking at her, enjoying the pleasure painted all over her face. She looks at you, her eyes glazed over and her mouth parted. “You’re so perfect,” she purrs.

    You kiss her, feeling her push deeper inside you. Her mouth opens, and you suck on her tongue. She then dips her head down, sucking on your nipples and biting them.

    You whimper and mewl, feeling her push deeper and deeper. You then feel the small pop that happens when her tip goes inside your womb. You feel the surge of her getting thicker inside, her ovipositor opening up.

    She moans into your ear as her fingers slip down and rub your clit. “Close?” She growls.

    You bite your lip, back arching. “Oh god-” your voice chokes off.

    Khepri giggles, kissing your neck and sighing. “Hurry, I can’t-” she strains, and she cries out. Her voice like music. 

    You feel the surge inside you. Khepri starts filling your womb, and your belly starts to expand. You match her cries of pleasure, mewling as she pumps her seed into you.

    You lay on the bed, panting hard as her tail uncoils, falling limp around your body. You touch your stomach, seeing it has bulged out from her hefty deposit. It won’t last long, as soon as it seeps out, you’ll still have a small pooch from the eggs inside.

    Khepri kisses you and pulls you into her arms. “Don’t worry,” she whispers. “We won’t have to wait long” She pets your belly. “I promise.”

    For the next couple of months, you keep up the routine. You take the fertility shots, and you and Khepri continue to have the best sex of your lives. The intent for having sex is slightly changed, but it feels so amazing. 

    Around the fifth month, right as you feel you’re going to have to change strategy, your doctor comes in with a smile on her face. 

    You run home from the visit, going to the vineyard and forcing your way into Khepri’s office. She stares at you, frowning slightly. 

    “Babe, I’m sorry, I’m busy right now can’t it wait?” She stands up from her desk.

    You shake your head. “Khepri,” you pant.

    Her eyes widen, and she grabs your arms. “No,” she breaks into a smile.

    You nod, grinning. “Yes!” 

    Kepri pulls you into a tight hug then gasps, letting you go and laying her hand over your belly. “About fucking time, kid.”

    You grin up at her. “It’s still early,” you tell her. “And there are several complications we need to watch for.”

    Khepri nods, looking determined. “We can do it,” she whispers. “You can do it, for certain.” She grins, kissing you. “I’m so proud of you, babe.”

    You beam at her, kissing her one more time.

    The first few months of the pregnancy are hard. You have to watch yourself, knowing that the PCOS can complicate things. You have regular visits with the doctor and progress seems slow going.

    But then, you get the first sonogram. As the doctor rubs your belly, you see a little shape appear on the screen. Khepri squeezes your hand tight as both of you gaze at the monitor in absolute awe.

    “There they are,” the doctor says. “Listen to that heartbeat,” she murmurs. “Wait,” she hesitates, moving the little wand on your belly. “Heartbeats.”

    “What?” Khepri snaps at her.

    “See here,” the doctor points. “Looks like you’ve got twins.”

    You stare in stunned silence. “You’re kidding.”

    “The fertility shots,” the doctor says with a shrug. “It’ll get you oh-” she then gasps.

    Khepri sits alert, her eyes going much wider. “What the hell does that mean?” She squeezes onto your hand much tighter.

    “Triplets,” the doctor murmurs.

    “How?” You snap. “How can that happen? Is that possible?”

    The doctor laughs. “I know this is a shock-”

    “I’m having a litter! How can this not be a shock?” You gasp.

    “Three,” Khepri whispers. “Oh my god.” She looks at you. “You didn’t need to go for extra credit, Marshmallow.”

    You look at her, and you feel calm. You smile, and she smiles back.

    You triple in size as the months go on. Three squirming babies are taking up residence inside you. You go on bedrest quite early, and you have a cesarean scheduled. 

    One day, you wake up and turn, seeing three little carts next to the bed. Looking up, you see Khepri sitting by the window, three chubby bundles in her arms.

    “They’re so small,” she whispers.

    “They all kind of had to fit somehow,” you take a drink of water then hold your arms out. You open up the robe, taking one baby that instantly latches to your breast. It’s tiny hands knead against you as it grunts and whimpers while it’s feeding. 

    “Too bad I don’t have three tits,” you huff. “Breastfeeding is going to kill me.”

    “Three tits,” Khepri murmurs. “I wouldn’t mind that myself.”

    You smirk up at her. “Ha ha, very funny.” You pet the head of the little lamia in your arms. “Three little girls,” you whisper. 

    “A house full of women,” Khepri chuckles. “It sounds like a bad poem I wrote in high school,” she bounces the remaining two girls in her arms. “How do you feel?”

    “Utterly drained,” you sigh. “But I’m happy.”

    Khepri grins. “Come on, out with it, tell me the truth.”

    You chuckle. “I am telling the truth,” you reply. “I’m happy.” You look down at the baby in your arms. “If they don’t eat me, that is.”

    Khepri chuckles, moving down so she can kiss you. “I’m so fucking amazed,” she whispers.

    “Hey now, language,” you hush her.

    “My sexy little marshmallow, giving birth to three tiny marshmallows,” she coos. “I don’t know how you did it.”

    “Punishment for trying too hard,” you scoff. “I knew letting you do me three times a day during the weekend would get me in trouble somehow.”

    Khepri giggles. “Never going to let me do that again, are you?”

    “We have three newborns, we aren’t going to be able to do it again until they’re forty,” you beam down at the babies. 

    Khepri pets the hair from your face. “Well, once they’re forty, we can act like we’re young and dumb again.”

    You smile up at her, feeling your heart race like the first time you met her. “Maybe sooner,” you murmur. “Who knows. Maybe they’ll mature fast.”

    Khepri grins. “They’re my kids,” she says. “I highly doubt they’ll mature fast.”

    You reach up, touching her face. “Then it’s all your fault.”

    “Agreed,” she kisses your cheek and trades babies with you. 

Khepri watches for a moment as two feed at once. Her eyes narrow and she sighs softly. She touches the top of your breast, gently stroking it.

“Do you still want to try?” You ask.

She turns her head, pouting slightly. “I don’t want to take anything from the babies,” she murmurs. 

“Once we get home,” you tell her. “I’ll let you have a snack.”

Khepri bites her lip and chuckles softly. “Don’t tempt me like that, love,” she purrs. “Who knows what I’ll do to you if I get a taste like that.”

“I’m shut down for maintenance,” you tell her. “But some heavy petting could be nice.”

Khepri laughs and kisses your cheek again. “You’re too much.” She sits back, holding the one baby. “So, I guess we should pick out names. We can’t name all three of them after my mom.”