P'nyssa's Child, Birthday
Aldea, Ring 10, 00264
There was a knock at my door, and I turned. “What?” I shouted, somewhat annoyed.
Jill, a young Centaur stood in the doorway, panting. “I just came from the Arc, Ken. Kurt told me to run over and tell you that P’nyssa’s just gone into labor.”
“What?” I asked. “Okay, I’ll be right there.” Why, in our infinitely networked world, do people insist on using messengers? Still, it seemed right. Labor? That…
It suddenly dawned on me what Jill had just told me. Set, I wasn’t ready! I grabbed my windbreaker and slung it around my shoulders, heading out to the grav-tube that led to the roof. I ran down the hallway that led to the stairs that finally led to the roof, and as I careened off the side of the roof to a tractored fall to the ground, it clicked what Jill had said. “At the Arc?” I said to myself. “Why there?”
Jill had been well ahead of me and had already programmed the SDisk for us. I leapt onto it, and she joined me. We vanished.
And reappeared inside the Arc. I began another crazy race down the hallways towards Arcology medical, where I ran into old friends. “Kurt, Kris!” I said.
“Ken!,” Kurt said. “You got my message, good. Kami, Rhys, and Utne are inside with her; I waited for you. Go on in.”
I went in through the sliding doors. Inside the lighting was dimmed, and everybody seemed calm. I wondered who ‘Utne’ was when I saw the Ssphynx nurse off to the side with a couple of towels. P’nyssa’s face was slightly screwed up with the contractions, but she was breathing regularly. “Hi, sweetheart,” I said.
“You came,” she said between gasps.
“Not like I’m going to miss this.”
“I didn’t think you would.” She groaned. I greeted Rhys and Kami, both of whom seemed relaxed. Apparently Rhys anticipated no problems; there wasn’t a medical instrument in sight. Just a tub of warm water and the towels. And the chair, which allowed for birth to be aided by gravity. Why birth in the supine position was ever considered correct seems weird to me; must be that Judeo-Christian thing about “born in blood and pain,” accompanied by knives and sutures. No way. Not here.
I’m not going to describe the birthing; suffice it to say it was both typical and wonderful, from my point of view. But then I wasn’t doing anything except watching.
We had finally settled on names the old-fashioned way; she named the boys and I named the girls. With one caveat; the girls would all get her family’s traditional silent ‘P’ at the beginning. You know, according to my records, the card over her tank read “Nyssa” when I was making her. I shrugged. I will never understand her fully, and maybe that’s for the best. The boy was named Richard, and the girl P’raine.
P’nyssa was asleep, the two children as well, when I walked into her room. As it turned out, she had agreed with Kris that she would birth the children in daylight, so she went to the Arc, where it was still day out, instead of Cutter’s where it was still dark when she went into labor. I shook my head. Silly.
She stirred and her eyes opened. “Hi,” she said, weakly.
“Hi yourself. How y’ feeling?”
She grimaced. “Dunno. You know all those awful expression for how painful birth is?” I nodded. “They don’t come anywhere close to describing it. On the other hand,” she added, “none of the expression describing how wonderful it is come close, either.” She lay her head back down on the bed and closed her eyes.
“Tired?” I asked.
“Not really. I don’t feel like getting out of bed, but I’ve gotten at least ten hours, maybe more, since the birth.”
“Then stay. We’ll get you… and them… home real soon.”
There must have been a broad smile on my face because she said, “You like the idea of being a father, don’t you?”
“I’ve been doing it all my life. The difference is now I’ve got to deal with children instead of emotionally crippled adults like yourself.”
“I was not- ” She stopped.
“P’nyssa, when y’all come out of the tanks you are ALL emotionally crippled. You’re just people, but in your heads is nothing but a series of memories installed by a computer that knows nothing about you, and except for a base set of concepts, you all get completely random data bases to start with. And neither Halloran nor I could predict the reactions between your design, environment, and programming. Ever wonder why there are only 72 Tleil Centaurs? Let me tell you some time.
“This is different,” I continued. “This time we do it the old-fashioned way.”
She smiled. “I love you,” she said.
“I love you too.” I leaned over to kiss her, and her reply was deep and warm and wonderful and I enjoyed it while it lasted.
I walked around to the other side of the bed and looked into the crib. They were both sleeping peacefully, both covered in blue fur. Richard stirred a little and turned over, his tens waving about slowly. I smiled.
“Hey, you,” P’nyssa whispered.
“Hmm?” I said, looking up.
“Wanna make love?”
I walked back to the bed and looked down at her. “Are you kidding?” I asked.
“No, seriously. Rhys said that he countered the stretching well enough with a little polyac and a little psi. I wanna see if he was kidding.”
“You are kidding.”
“No, really,” she said. “I wanna try out my new cunt.”
I laughed. “You’re really serious.”
I walked to the door and locked it and then I rejoined her. Before I could crawl into bed with her, she said “Open the window.”
I gave her a questioning look, then walked over to the window, opening it fully. Fully included the skylights, which meant that the entire wall and about a third of her ceiling was open to the outside. This side of the Arc faced away from Abornia plain towards the Vassalo mountain range, and the eternal snow glistened and glittered and reflected into the room. “They gave you the best room in the entire arcology, didn’t they?”
“Just about,” she said.
The bed, a wonderfully sturdy-looking wooden bed that still could adjust when necessary, creaked and groaned under my weight. She growled slightly as she pulled off the less-than-effective hospital gown, and I laughed as I pulled off my clothes and boots.
Naked, we cuddled close, pulling the one light sheet over us. The room was warm and we didn’t need any sort of covering, but it seemed right. I put an arm over her body and snuggled close to her. She sighed contentedly.
“Do you just want a hug, or are you really gung-ho to make love right now?” I said.
“We’ll see. But I do want to make love to you.”
“Just to me?” I said.
“Right now, just to you,” she said quietly. I hugged her a little tighter.
I began to stroke her quietly, scratching her through her fur; she likes that. After a few minutes she said, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“What kind?” I asked.
“One you’ve been waiting for,” she replied. I could guess. “Go ahead,” she said, answering the question.
I slid down the bed a little and leaned over her, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. I bit down just a touch and sucked experimentally. I was rewarded with her warm milk, sweeter and heavier than what I was used to. But it was hers, and so I suckled her gently. I felt her legs part and I knew she was gently fondling herself.
I suckled for a little while, rising and getting between her legs so I could reach her other breast without crushing her. I alternated back and forth, and she whimpered slightly as she came from her masturbating. “Don’t stop,” she said. “I want to come again.” I kept on suckling, but lightened up on the pressure a little. The heaviness of her milk was very filling, and I was starting to fill.
She came a second time, and I crawled down between her legs to lick her cunt. There was musky scent, heavy and slightly stale, and I recognized it as blood from the birth; she hadn’t had a bath yet. I didn’t object; there’s something about a woman’s blood that turns me on. I love to go down on P’nyssa during her period.
I licked in deep and soft, tasting and almost dutifully cleaning. I felt… well, let’s say I felt like a Felinzi, licking my lover clean like that. It was a neat sensation. As I licked her, her juices flowed light and sweet again, almost like they had been before her pregnancy. Almost; there were some new tastes stirred in among the old; new scents, pheromones and hormones that marked her as a new mother. The idea turned me on, and I licked her all the more fervently. She groaned in response and said “Yes, oh, yes,” as she came again. I didn’t stop, and she didn’t argue. We went on, trying to get her to come again, and her fourth orgasm ran through her violently, a soft, high-pitched coo escaping her.
She whispered softly, “That was wonderful.”
“Like that, huh?” I said.
“Yeah.” She looked into my eyes, her face very serious suddenly, and said, “Make love to me, Ken. Please.”
I nodded, and her mits slowly stroked my cock to full life. She held onto my cock as I lay down on top of her and she guided me into her. She was wet, but she was also surprisingly tight; I was actually having trouble getting into her, and she had been dripping just a few seconds ago.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm,” she said. “Just… Just let me get used to it.”
“How does it feel?”
“I can’t say. It… It doesn’t really feel like me, you know what I mean? I guess I’ll have to get used to it.”
“It’s like you really have a new cunt, huh?”
“Yeah, it is.” She smiled, a big wide smile. I slowly pulled out, and she said “easy, easy.” I slowed down even further, until I was just crawling, easing in and out of her. She smiled again and said “You can speed up a little.”
I did so gratefully. She groaned as we began to make love. She wrapped her legs around me and slowly we began to put a little effort into it, her hips rising up to meet mine as I stroked down.
I slowed down, and then stopped, my hard and demanding cock inside her. “What were you going to do if you were still loose?” I asked.
“Well, I would have complained to Rhys.” I stroked my cock out and in, once.
“I mean, right at this moment.” Stroke.
“I would have let you have my ass.” Stroke.
“You’re kidding.” Stroke. “I should have complained.” Stroke.
“You can have me there later. Right now, I want you fuck my pussy until you come.”
I complied with her desire, speeding up until we were again meeting thrust-for thrust. Open-mouthed and panting, I began to feel my orgasm rising, and she was responding to that. I began to push on, ignoring her, ignoring everything in my headlong desire to come. I came with a groan, shooting into her, feeling everything give way with pleasure and relief.
I rose up and supported myself, then leaned over and fell onto my side, up against her body. After a few minutes she said, “Well?”
“What was it like?”
I blinked a few times, then said “P’nyssa, what are you worried about? That was great.”
She smiled, a little wanly, and said, “I was worried that you might not like… making love to me anymore.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because… Well, because yesterday you saw two babies come down that very same cunt.”
“Oh, you’re being silly. I love you. And it’s not as if I haven’t made love to mothers before. Did you know I helped birth Ress’s third?”
“You… You midwifed for M’Rann?”
“Yeah… and it didn’t slow down my desire to fuck her any more than watching you give birth slowed down my desire for you. I don’t think that’s an issue.”
She smiled and said, “I guess I was being silly.”
“Well, it is a legitimate concern, I guess. Besides, it was different.”
“Well, it was a lot tighter, almost like anal sex in a way. Except it was also the same wonderful texture your cunt has always had.”
“Thanks.” Her smile was sweet and honest.
“For what? The truth? P’nyssa, if you’re worried about my ever getting bored with you, forget it now. I thought that we never got bored with each other was part of the agreement that we were never jealous of each other.”
“I know… I guess…”
“I guess that your hormones are all screwed up with maternal drives running through you. Come on-” I was interrupted by crying. Little Richard had awoken.
She sighed. I got out of bed and picked him up, cradling him carefully in the crux of my arm. P’raine slept through it all. I got the feeling she was going to be a lot less troublesome than he was. I handed him to P’nyssa, who led him to her nipple, where he suckled his dinner.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“It feels nice,” she said. “It feels very nice.”
“Just wait until he gets teeth.”
“Don’t remind me.” She smiled, and I laughed aloud.
“It really feels good, huh?”
“Wonderful.” I smiled, and found the controls for the bed. I pushed the head-up button, bringing that part of the bed to about a sixty-degree angle. “What are you doing?”
“Lean back,” I said, pushing against her shoulder gently. She leaned back, looking up at me with a dubious expression. I pulled the sheet off of her again and spread her legs. Richard continued to nurse quietly and she stroked his fur absentmindedly with one mitt while she watched me.
I got onto the bed and lay between her legs, gently licking around her cunt. She moaned as I did so and spread her legs a little wider. Her clit responded to my licking, and I returned the favor by responding to her clit, licking it directly. She groaned. Looking up, which also meant looking up through my long hair, I could see her holding Richard in both tens against her nipple. He looked very contended with his mouth around one of her hot spots, and she looked contented with my mouth around another. I licked her softly and directly, and when she came, it was a quiet little shudder and a whimper of pleasure. Richard picked his head up for a moment, looking confused (are newborns ever anything but confused?), then leaned back against her swollen breast as she stroked his head and cooed “It’s okay, Richard, mommy alright, go back to what you were doing.” I smiled, and leaning over our son, kissed her. Her tongue reached out to lick her juices from off my chin, and I laughed. Small suckling noises came from Richard, and we both laughed again.
“Happy?” I asked her.
“Very,” was all she said.