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Stepping back through the portal door, Luz inhaled deeply, tasting the slight scent of rot in the air. Stringbean slithered off her shoulder and floated in midair.
“Sssssss?” asked the Palisman.
Luz sighed. “Yes, you can go hunting with Ghost.”
The snakeshifter gave an excited hiss and plopped to the ground. Amity’s Palisman joined her, and the two of them darted off into the long grass outside the Owl House.
Turning around, Luz grabbed Amity’s shoulders, spun her around, and pressed her back into the Owl House’s wall. Sliding her hands down to her girlfriend’s thick ass, she squeezed, earning a pleasured moan from Amity. Luz leaned in and pressed their lips fiercely together, feeling Amity’s surprise against her mouth.
Amity’s lips were soft for a moment, but quickly hardened as she started kissing back. Luz felt one of her girlfriend’s hands slide down the back of her bikini bottoms, groping her glyph-enhanced butt. The other combed into Luz’s curly hair, closing into a fist as Luz jerked her hips forward involuntarily, pressing against Amity’s pregnant belly.
Luz deepened the kiss, rubbing her hands all over Amity’s butt and lower back. She tasted her girlfriend’s tongue as it slid into her mouth, swirling lustfully around inside. A quick spank made Amity squeak into the kiss, and then Luz moved one of her hands to her girlfriend’s pregnant belly.
Slightly sticky with sweat and leftover sunscreen, the weightless swell was smooth under Luz’s hand as she rubbed it. After tweaking Amity’s popped-out bellybutton, she moved lower, rubbing her girlfriend’s underbelly and brushing her fingertips against the top of her bikini bottoms.
Before Luz could hook her fingers inside the Abomi-elastic waistband, Amity tried to pull away from the kiss. Luz pressed her head in closer, forcing her girlfriend’s cotton-candy ponytail to smush against the wooden exterior of the Owl House. Amity whimpered desperately into the kiss, and Luz kept up the barrage, groping, rubbing, and kissing. The flames of desire had been burning in her belly all day, and now, there was nothing to stop them from becoming an inferno.
“Hiya Luz! Hiya Amity! Hoot hoot!” cried Hooty, slithering out of the door, interjecting his feathery snakey body between them. “Did you have a good day at the beach!”
“Hooty!” Luz scolded as she was pushed away from Amity. “Personal space!”
Hooty didn’t respond, mostly because Amity had his neck in an Abomi-fist. “Bird-tube, what did I tell you about touching me?!” she shouted, clenching her fist.
A pink spell circle glowed around her wrist, and the Abomi-fist tightened. Hooty shrieked and spluttered, soulless eyes bulging in their sockets, tongue flailing out of his beak. His tubular neck spasmed against Luz’s torso, pushing her away.
“Amity no! Stop!” cried Luz, reaching over the struggling snake-like body of the House Demon. “Let him go!”
Amity turned to face Luz, her face contorted in a snarl. Then, she calmed down, switching to an annoyed expression. “Fine,” she huffed, snapping her fingers. The Abomi-fist melted into purple mud as the spell circle around her wrist winked out.
“Ow! Geez! Hoot!” exclaimed Hooty, coughing up feathers. “I was just trying to be friendly, hoot!” He gave Amity a hurt look.
Luz hugged the bird-tube’s feathery body, half to comfort him and half to hold him back. “I know, Hooty, but Amity doesn’t like being touched without warning, remember?”
Hooty’s eyes, black as the pit of the Titan’s chest, met Luz’s. “Nope, doesn’t ring a bell, hoot!”
Luz sighed. “Okay. Remember this, Hooty. Amity doesn’t like being touched if you don’t ask first.”
Her words clearly went in one ear and out the other, but Hooty nodded. “You got it, Luz!” he cawed. Then, elongating in Luz’s arms, he turned to face Amity again. “Sorry, I just love hugging people!”
Barely-restrained rage burned behind Amity’s golden eyes, almost glowing in the dark. “Whatever. Just don’t do it again.”
“Yes ma’am!” crowed Hooty. Then, his beady eyes narrowed. “Hold on. Mean lavender-hair girl, are you pregnant ?”
Luz did not need Hooty blabbing about their kink at random times. It was best to distract him from the subject entirely. “Uh, Hooty!” she said, giving his neck an affectionate squeeze. “I think I saw the mailbox was full!”
“Oh boy, mail time!” screeched Hooty, his voice grating on Luz’s nerves. Forgetting all about Luz and Amity, he rocketed off toward the mailbox, his feathery coils swishing through Luz’s arms.
Luz grabbed Amity’s wrist and dragged her toward the door. “Quick, while he’s distracted!”
Once they were both inside, Luz slammed the door and put down the deadbolt so Hooty couldn’t open it up and come inside. “Whew, we made it,” she said, wiping her brow comedically.
Amity still looked upset. “That stinking bird worm. If he touches me again, so help me Titan-”
Luz cut her off with a long, soft kiss. When she pulled away, Amity’s expression of anger had been replaced with a happy pink blush.
Luz leaned over her girlfriend’s huge pregnant belly. “So, batatita. Eda and Raine are out on a date tonight, and Lilith is taking King to the opera. We’re all alone.”
The state of the house confirmed it. The lights were mostly off except for the one closest to the door. No weird smells wafted from the kitchen, no Titan screams rattled the paintings on the wall, no violin song made the air tremble. The only sound was Hooty retracting back into the outside of the front door.
“Oh?’ said Amity, batting her eyelashes. “And what do you propose we do with our alone time?” she said in a fake snooty accent.
Luz pressed her lips right against her girlfriend’s ear, knowing how sensitive it was. She nibbled Amity’s earlobe, making the cotton-candy-haired goddess shiver where she stood. “I think I’m gonna stick my tongue so deep in your pussy that I’ll be licking your cervix.”
A soft, horny moan escaped Amity’s mouth. “Yes please!” she squeaked.
Luz slid one finger down behind Amity’s thong, exploiting her buttcrack to provide easy passage. She pulled the Abomi-fabric out, then let it snap back down. “Let’s go upstairs then.”
Amity let out another lustful sound, reaching over her pregnant belly to squeeze Luz’s left boob. Her finger ran around its areola, concealed behind the thin, stretched fabric of her bandeau top. “Lead the way.”
Reluctantly pulling herself away from another potential wall-pressing makeout session, Luz took her girlfriend’s hand and headed for the stairs. They bounded up easily, quickly reaching the door to Luz’s bedroom. At least, as much as it could be called a bedroom, seeing as it still didn’t actually have a bed. A sleeping bag and foam pad were the closest thing.
“Wow,” said Amity as she manoeuvred her oversize pregnant body into the small room. “I’ve never been able to run up stairs while pregnant before.”
Luz cupped the cotton-candy-haired goddess’ cheek, then tweaked her earlobe. “All thanks to your awesome earring,” she praised. “You’re so smart, Amity. This invention is gonna make life so much easier for both of us.”
Amity had gone totally tomato-faced. Luz laid on the praise even thicker. “I love your genius brain and your sexy body. Because of you, we’re gonna be able to be pregnant so much more often. I love you so much.”
“Bwah? Who’s Amity?” stammered her girlfriend, blushing red from neck to ears.
“Amity Blight is my smart, cool, classy, sexy, genius girlfriend,” Luz complimented, holding Amity’s blushy face in her palms and softly rubbing her cheeks with her thumbs.
“Mmmmmmm,” hummed Amity, starting to go limp in Luz’s hands. Her eyes fluttered shut and a blissful grin wove across her pink face.
“Amity? Amity!” Luz cried as her girlfriend started to collapse. She patted Amity’s blushy cheeks rapidly.
Amity blinked several times and stood back up straight. “Huh?” she mumbled.
“Too much praise?” asked Luz.
“I can never get too much praise from you,” Amity said, golden eyes shining with love. Her pregnant belly pressed against Luz’s abdomen as she took Luz’s hands in her own and pressed them against the gravid swell.
Luz felt how hot and sweaty her girlfriend’s skin was. “Were you getting turned on from me praising you too much?” she teased.
Amity looked away. “Maybe a little bit,” she whispered.
“Good, ‘cuz I wanna lick your pussy like it’s a lollipop,” said Luz with a wink.
Amity pressed her huge pregnant belly a little harder against Luz’s body. “Oh yeah?” she said playfully. “And how are you going to do that when you’re trapped against the door by my big pregnant belly?”
Wetness splooshed in Luz’s cunny. She loved hearing Amity talk like that, and besides, what she was saying was true. Luz was pressed between the door, which opened inward, and her girlfriend’s sextuplet belly. “I dunno,” she responded in an equally playful tone. “Maybe I’ll just have to give you belly rubs.”
Luz pulled her hands out from Amity’s gentle grasp and started giving her girlfriend belly rubs. Her hands roamed all over the pregnant bulge, massaging its smooth skin, hardly slowed down by the residual stickiness of the sunscreen they’d applied earlier that day.
“Whoa,” she said. Being trapped at the far end of Amity’s pregnant belly was a whole new experience, and it made her girlfriend’s baby-stuffed womb seem even bigger. “It’s, like, as big as a beach ball.”
Amity pressed her belly a little harder against Luz, and she could feel the babies inside kicking, tenting Amity’s smooth skin against her abdomen. “Maybe even bigger!”
“Okay, you’ve earned your freedom,” teased Amity, stepping back and un-pinning Luz.
Due to the size of Amity’s pregnancy, it was hard to kiss her directly face-to-face, so Luz scooted around to her side, careful to avoid knocking over the various knick knacks that adorned her bedroom. She wrapped her arms around Amity’s body and kissed her straight on the lips.
Amity melted into the kiss, her arms twining around Luz. While the kiss started off tame, they were nearly naked and had been edging each other all day. Within seconds, their swimsuit-clad, sweaty bodies were rubbing against each other. Luz’s glyph-enhanced boobs smushed up against Amity’s massive mommy milkers, barely separated by a few thin layers of swimsuit fabric.
Amity moaned into Luz’s mouth, and she grabbed her girlfriend’s hips, grinding her pubic mound against her girlfriend’s thick thigh. Their breathing became quicker, more ragged, almost desperate as their lips mashed together. Hands travelled over two mostly-naked bodies, feeling and squeezing everywhere they went.
Amity suddenly pulled away from the kiss. “Can we use a milk glyph? I’ve been dying to lactate all day.”
Luz smiled. “Sure thing, batatita. Just let me-”
She tried to manoeuvre around Amity, but her pregnant girlfriend was just too big in the small space. Luz stretched her arm, trying to reach the drawer that held all the sexy glyph combos, but it was no use. It was behind Amity, and the Witch’s pregnant belly kept her from getting close enough.
“Uh, I can’t really reach. Your belly is too big,” said Luz in embarrassment.
A small, horny sound echoed up from Amity’s throat. “Holy Titan. That’s so hot.”
Luz giggled. “You like being so big that it’s inconvenient, huh?”
“Yes!” Amity exclaimed, then clapped her hands over her mouth, blushing.
Luz gave her a comforting belly rub. “I like it too. You’re so pregnant, Amity. So full of my babies. So bred .” With each sentence, she leaned in closer to Amity’s ear, ending with a kiss on its pointed tip.
Amity shivered. “Fuck me.”
“Do you want the lactation glyph first?” asked Luz.
“Yes,” said Amity. Her hands, which had been on Luz’s waist this whole time, slid down to her magically-plumpened butt. “If I sit down on that set of drawers, will you be able to reach?” She craned her head back toward the glyph drawer.
“I think so,” said Luz.
Amity shuffled back in the tight space and sat down. Luz pressed tightly against her pregnant belly, feeling the babies inside kick against the bare skin of her abdomen. Her fingers barely managed to catch the knob and slide the drawer open.
Luz quickly grabbed a lactation glyph. Then, with her other hand, she grabbed the front of Amity’s bikini top, making good use of her girlfriend’s extensive cleavage. Dragging Amity forward with a surprised squeak, she started making out.
Amity reciprocated eagerly, squeezing Luz’s butt, sliding her hands under the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms. Luz moaned into her girlfriend’s mouth as a fresh pang of lust burned in her core. She pressed the lactation glyph against Amity’s bikini-clad chest, listening to the sound of magic as the paper poofed into ash.
A lustful groan burbled up from Amity’s throat, and while Luz wasn’t the one affected by the spell, she knew exactly what her girlfriend was feeling right now. The warm, delicious, familiar sensation of milk being produced.
“Let me take this off for you,” said Luz, reaching behind Amity’s back for the strings of her bikini top. Except Amity’s tongue was buried in her mouth and their lips were locked together, so it came out more like “lmm tmm homm fmmm ym.”
Luz fumbled with the knot of Amity’s bikini, fingers numb with pleasure as one of Amity’s hands slid around her hips, still inside her bikini bottoms, coming to rest on her pubic mound. The heel of her hand suddenly pressed against it, and Luz’s hips bucked reflexively, grinding hard.
One of Amity’s fingers descended even lower, coming to rest against her sopping slit. Luz could feel how wet her pussy was, her girlfriend's digit was completely slick with sex juices just from that one touch. She humped Amity’s hand again, groaning deep in her throat as a spike of pleasure went straight to her brain.
The knot fell apart in Luz’s fingers and she quickly pulled the Abomi-fabric bikini top off Amity’s bountiful chest. Her hands moved toward Amity’s nipples, which were already stiff. Luz ran her fingers around her girlfriend’s areolae, knowing without looking that they were dark brown and enlarged with pregnancy hormones. She was surprised to find that they were already wet - hot, sweet milk was dribbling from Amity’s nipples.
Luz managed to extract her mouth from Amity’s penetrating tongue. “Wow, someone’s milky,” she teased.
“Hnnnnngh,” groaned Amity. “You’d be milky too if you had six big babies squirming around in your womb!”
Luz shuddered with desire. “I can’t wait to be pregnant with your babies,” she flirted back.
“I love being full of your babies,” retorted Amity. “I love being so full and milky and horny. I just want to be bred by you all the time!”
That turned Luz on beyond words. A formless, embarrassing noise reverberated up from her throat as she leaned down and wrapped her lips around Amity’s left nipple. It was stiff and warm, slippery with hot milk, sweet in her mouth.
Luz started sucking and was immediately rewarded with a flood of delicious breastmilk. She gulped it down eagerly, not caring that they’d just eaten dinner hardly an hour before. All that mattered was drinking as much of Amity’s milk as possible.
Amity’s finger slid between Luz’s plump pussy lips, making her moan into her girlfriend’s breast. She sucked even harder, hearing milk audibly glug down her throat, grinding against her girlfriend’s hand. Amity’s finger started plunging in and out of her sensitive snatch, sending burst of pleasure through her body.
Luz wasn’t about to let Amity get away with it though. She moved a hand of her own down over her girlfriend’s huge pregnant belly, across its underside and to the elastic hem of Amity’s bikini bottoms. Prying it up with her fingers, she was pleased to feel how soaked the Abomi-fabric was. It was as wet as if she’d just come out of the ocean, only this wetness was a lot slipperier and warmer.
Luz gently nibbled Amity’s nipple, making her pregnant girlfriend squeal as sweet breastmilk gushed out into Luz’s eager mouth. She greedily swallowed it all down, consuming enough milk to feed six babies.
Amity slid a second finger into Luz’s moist cunny, and Luz softly bit down on her girlfriend’s nipple, earning a fresh surge of delicious milk. She slid two fingers of her own inside Amity’s nether lips, drawing a lustful moan from her girlfriend. Luz pumped her fingers in and out, and as Amity’s legs started to tremble, she knew her girlfriend was close to cumming.
Luz swirled her fingers, feeling Amity’s soft, moist folds beneath them as she sucked even harder on her girlfriend’s milky tit. Amity was panting audibly now, each breath strained with lust. Just as her girlfriend approached the cliff of orgasm, Luz suddnly pulled her fingers out and released Amity’s breast.
“Luuuuuuuz!” Amity keened. “Oh Titan I’m so close pleeeeeeease!”
Without a word, Luz switched to Amity’s right nipple, which had been untouched so far. Simultaneously, she plunged two fingers back into Amity’s juicy snatch, sticking them in as far as they would go and making a come-hither motion against the roof of Amity’s pussy.
Hot, sweet breastmilk flooded into Luz’s mouth as Amity came. “Luuuuuz!” she swuqealed, her fingers spasming inside Luz’s cunny and nearly driving her to paradise too.
Luz kept sucking and flexing her fingers as Amity squirted all over her hand, soaking her up to the wrist with slick sex juices. Delectable breastmilk poured into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. Even as her stomach cried out in its fullness, she didn’t stop drinking, desperate to suck down as much of Amity’s milk as possible.
Amity was still cumming, her thick thighs trembling on each side of Luz’s hand, her plump butt jiggling on the set of drawers that was serving as an impromptu seat. One nipple gushed milk into Luz’s mouth, and the other was being stimulated by Luz’s other hand, which was massaging it, lubricated by the plentiful breastmilk.
Finally, Luz could take no more. She released Amity’s nipple from her mouth, feeling milk spray all over her face. Her fingers went motionless inside her girlfriend’s pussy, and she burped. Her stomach was overfilled with breastmilk, but she didn’t care. It was so delicious, and Amity enjoyed it so much, it was worth it.
“Holy Titan,” Amity breathed, catching her breath.
“I’m not done,” purred Luz, and Amity blushed.
“Me neither,” she squeaked. “Besides,” she continued. “I’m on top tonight.”
“Yeah yeah,” said Luz. She still had her fingers inside Amity’s cunny, and she rubbed a circle on her girlfriend’s G-spot. “Doesn’t mean I can’t be a power bottom.”
Amity trembled, her legs reflexively squeezing shut around Luz’s hand. Luz didn’t let her cum though, stopping her stimulation just a second too early. Amity groaned, pussy twitching around Luz’s fingers, desperate for the tiniest bit more sensation.
After a few seconds, Amity had given up. “What position do you want?”
Luz was already kneeling to access her sitting girlfriend’s titties, and now, she slid to the floor and laid on her back between her girlfriend’s feet. “Sit on my face,” said Luz.
Though she could’t see Amity’s face, just the underside of her sextuplet pregnant belly, Luz was sure that her girlfriend was blushing. “What?” squealed Amity.
“Sit on my face,” repeated Luz. “I want you to crush me between those thick thighs. Drown me under that pregnant belly.”
“Are you sure I’m not too heavy?” asked Amity.
Luz waved her hand dismissively. “We only don’t do this while pregnant because the belly is too heavy, but now we don’t have to worry about that. Thank to your genius invention,” she added, laying on a little praise.
Amity moaned. “Okay,” she said. “But how am I supposed to touch you?”
“Abomi-dildo?” suggested Luz.
There was the sound of magic, and a glowing pink spell circle appeared around Amity’s wrist. A viscous glugging sound came from the vase full of Abomination juice in the corner of the room, and Luz looked over to see a thick purple cock emerge from the clay pot.
“C’mon, batatita,” said Luz, patting her cheeks. Though Amity couldn’t see her below her huge pregnant belly, she could certainly hear the sound. “Sit down. Your throne awaits,” she teased.
Amity shuffled forward off the set of drawers, revealing her pussy in its full glory. Little drop of hot love juices fell from between its engorged, pink lips, crowned by a large clitoris. Her plump buttcheeks were on display too, as well as her expansive pregnant underbelly.
Luz felt something at her own nether lips and realised that Amity was remote controlling the Abomi-dildo, making it slide in as she squatted down. Luz moaned in horny anticipation as her girlfriend's pregnant underbelly, thick ass, and engorged pussy descended, filling her entire field of view even as her own snatch stretched around the penetrating toy.
Amity settled into a kneeling position around Luz’s head, letting her huge pregnant belly rest on her girlfriend’s chest and abdomen. Luz’s round ears were pressed against her sensitive inner thighs, and she could feel Luz’s breasts under her pregnant belly, their stiff nipples poking into its smooth skin. But most delicious of all was Luz’s hot breath huffing against her juicy snatch.
Before Amity fully sat down, she paused, feeling her girlfriend’s air blowing over her pussy lips. “If you can’t breathe, smack me and I’ll let up,” she said. Then, without waiting for an answer, she relaxed her legs and dropped onto Luz’s face.
“Mmm-hmm!” hummed Luz in reply, buried in Amity’s wet cunny. Even misaligned, the vibration sent pleasure straight to Amity’s nerve centres, making her legs squeeze Luz’s head.
Amity shuffled forward a bit to get her pussy lined up with Luz’s mouth. She could feel herself dripping onto Luz’s face, lubricating her motion. Finally, she settled down, spreading her legs as she knelt on her girlfriend’s face. Her nether lips, swollen with pregnancy hormones, pressed against Luz’s mouth, and Luz’s nose pressed in between her asscheeks.
Luz, it seemed, was taking her self-proclaimed role as a power bottom seriously. Her arms reached up from the sides, hooking around the tops of Amity’s thick thighs and pressing between them and her pregnant belly. Then, without warning, she pulled down, pressing Amity’s cunny tightly on her face.
“Nnnnngh,” moaned Amity as Luz’s lips met her own, kissing and spreading her pussy.
But Amity was the top tonight, and she wasn’t going to let Luz steal the initiative. Swirling her finger into a spell circle, she thrust her hand through the glowing pink ring, wearing it like a bracelet. Now, she took control of the Abomi-dildo she’d inserted halfway into Luz’s pussy before sitting on her face.
As Luz’s tongue started to lick around the insides of Amity’s labia lips, Amity commanded the Abomi-dildo to slide deeper into Luz’s pussy. She felt Luz’s hips jerk upward underneath her pregnant belly, sending a shockwave through her huge womb, straight to her core. Amity wiggled the dildo a little bit and was rewarded by a pleasured groan from Luz, straight into Amity’s pussy. She ground down reflectively, pressing herself onto Luz’s face.
Amity humped her girlfriend’s face slowly, dragging the length of her pussy over Luz’s mouth. Luz tried to hold her in place, but the strength in her arms was no match for Amity’s pregnancy-thickened thighs. Amity hardly even noticed her girlfriend’s efforts at resisting her motion, and when she did, she started grinding harder. She was in control here.
Luz’s tongue, which had been licking around the insides of Amity’s nether lips, suddenly plunged into her quivering cunny. Amity squealed with pleasure as she came around her girlfriend’s penetrating appendage, pussy contracting in rings and squirting slippery juices down onto Luz’s face. Her thighs squeezed tightly against Luz’s head, and she felt her girlfriend moan into her pussy.
“Aaaaaahn!” keened Amity as the vibrations from Luz’s moaning increased her pleasure, forcing her to cum again. Her hips jerked from side to side involuntarily, shifting her large pregnant belly on top of her girlfriend’s body. Her breasts squirted milk as they jiggled, not stopping even as her orgasm faded away.
Amity set the dildo in Luz’s snatch to work. As she ground on her girlfriend’s face, she commanded the goopy toy to start thrusting in and out, matching her pace. Luz’s body shivered underneath her pregnant belly, making the babies inside grow restless. They squirmed about inside her womb, sending lustful, maternal thoughts into both girls’ brains.
Amity thrust herself down onto Luz’s penetrating tongue, feeling it probe deeper into her sensitive snatch. She kept grinding like that, mashing her swollen labia lips against Luz’s mouth, love juices and saliva mixing into the perfect lube.
Luz reached back and gripped Amity’s butt with both hands, her fingers sinking deep into its soft roundness. It was so soft and pillowy that, despite her fingers sinking in deeper than they were tall, its roundness was hardly affected. It was as though each of Amity’s asscheeks had a hand-shaped divot in it and Luz had pressed her hands into them. Amity groaned with pleasure at having her butt groped, wishing that she could do the same for Luz.
At least she could pleasure Luz in a different way. Snapping her fingers, she commanded the Abomi-dildo that was thrusting into Luz’s pussy to alter its pattern. Now, in addition to its synchronised thrusting, it swirled with every motion, pressing up against Luz’s G-spot.
The reaction was immediate. Luz stiffened and shuddered underneath Amity’s pregnant belly, moaning into her twitching cunny as she came. Through the spell circle around her wrist, Amity felt Luz’s pussy squeezing the dildo, squirting lightly around its goopy shaft. She kept up the attack, swirling the dildo’s tip right at Luz’s most sensitive spot even as the fires of orgasm started to explode in her own core.
Amity came hard, throwing her head back and letting out a lusty howl of pleasure as Luz’s lips and tongue sent her to paradise again. Her cunny clenched, squirting love juices all over her girlfriend’s face. Amity’s eyes squeezed shut with bliss as she came again and again, orgasm after orgasm washing over her heavily-pregnant body. Her thighs trembled, her breasts leaked, and her asscheeks quivered in her girlfriend’s firm grip.
“Hnnnnnngh!” squealed Amity, her pussy contracting so tightly that it nearly shoved Luz’s tongue out. She came hard, arching her back, sticking out her milky boobs and sextuplet pregnant belly, lifting it clear off Luz’s torso as her muscles clenched, overloaded with erotic pleasure.
Amity clenched her fist, commanding the Abomi-dildo to pound Luz’s pussy even harder. Its thrusts went deeper and faster, stimulating her girlfriend into another orgasm, which made Amity cum again too. Their pussies juiced in unison, one around a mass of purple slime, the other around a slimy tongue as both girls came simultaneously, moaning and shuddering in bliss.
Luz’s hands tightened on Amity’s bountiful butt, squeezing its pillowy cheeks hard. A wordless, horny noise bubbled up from Amity’s throat as the sensation sent her into yet another orgasm. Her hips wiggled from side to side, trying to drill her pussy deeper down around Luz’s tongue, crushing her girlfriend’s head under her enormous, pregnancy-enhanced ass.
Amity lifted herself up a bit, readjusting on Luz’s head. She was so slick and slippery with love juices that she’d slid out of position. She heard Luz panting desperately, refilling her lungs after being mildly suffocated under Amity’s thick thighs and ass.
Amity took control. Slamming her hips down, she rammed her pussy onto Luz’s tongue, cutting off her girlfriend’s respiration with a choked gasp. She ground in circles, dragging Luz’s tongue in circles inside her snatch, groaning out loud as it smushed over her pleasure centres.
At the same time, she commanded the Abomi-dildo inside Luz’s twitching cunny to start vibrating. Luz exploded into orgasm, her whole body shuddering beneath Amity’s pregnant belly, sending little shockwaves up that made Amity’s milky tits jiggle. Luz practically yelped into Amity’s lovebox, but her sound was totally muffled by just how deep in it she was. Her lips were wrapped around Amity’s labia lips, almost like they were making out. Her tongue was buried deep in Amity’s wet folds.
The stimulation made Amity cum again, squirting all over Luz’s face. Her breasts sprayed milk, her pussy clenched and rippled around Luz’s tongue, and her legs crushed Luz’s head between them. She could feel her girlfriend’s round ears being smushed flat by her powerful thighs.
“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Luz squealed from underneath her. Her hands, which had previously been squeezsing deeply into Amity’s jiggly asscheeks, suddenly pulled away and started patting on her thighs.
Remembering how Luz hadn’t let up from their makeout session on the Owl House’s porch, Amity kept grinding for a few seconds, mashing her nether lips against Luz’s face. Luz’s noises of distress became increasingly desperate, and her thigh-patting turned to smacking.
Then Amity lifted herself up slightly. Luz’s tongue didn’t slip fully out of her pussy, but their lips parted and she heared Luz gasp.
As Luz panted, Amity squeezed her head playfully with her thick thighs. “That’s what you get for not letting up out on the porch,” she teased.
“Hnnnnngh,” moaned Luz, too desperate for air to speak. Her tongue was also buried in Amity’s pussy, so she could hardly talk even if she wanted too.
While Luz could breathe, Amity decided to up the pleasure. She shook her hand, commanding the Abomi-dildo to grow a protrusion. A small portion of the purple goop sprouted up, pushed Luz’s clitoral hood up, and pressed against her sensitive lovebean. Lubed with Luz’s own pussy juice, it started vibrating mercilessly.
“Aaaaaaahn!” Luz half-screamed with pleasure, tongue still stuck inside Amity’s snatch.
“If you’re yelling, you have enough air,” Amity husked.
Without waiting for a response, she slammed herself back down onto Luz’s face. She could feel her girlfriend cumming beneath her, based on the vibrations of her body and the way she was moaning into Amity’s cunny. The shockwaves reverberated through Amity’s massive pregnant belly, being focused straight to the most sensitive region of her core.
Luz’s arms wrapped around Amity’s thick thighs and grabbed her plush ass, fingers sinking deep into its soft cheeks. Amity moved her own hands up to her breasts and started playing with her nipples. Breastmilk sprayed out plentifully, and hot pleasure built inside her enormous tits.
Luz’s tongue reached its maximum extent within Amity’s pussy, licking her deepest and most private regions. Her lower lip rubbed over Amity’s swollen clit, sending electric blasts of pleasure to her brain. Amity came again and again, alternating orgasms between her G-spot and clit. Beneath her, Luz trembled in near-continuous orgasm from the Abomi-dildo pounding her pussy.
“Aaaaaaaahn!” Amity screamed, throwing her head back with pleasure. A powerful breast-centred orgasm swept over her body, triggering a sympathetic orgasm in her clit.
Amity ground on Luz’s face with reckless abandon, forcing her girlfriend’s tongue deeper inside her. No part of her cunny was left untouched as Luz probed her most intimate regions, thirstily slurping at her nether lips and triggering orgasm after orgasm.
It was time to stop messing around. Amity clenched her fist tight, sending a final command to the Abomi-dildo. It cranked into overdrive, thrusting, swirling, vibrating, sucking, throbbing - every action she could think of. Its tip swirled and vibrated against Luz’s G-spot, and its appendage sucked and buzzed at her clit. It was the perfect storm of pleasure.
Luz thrashed underneath Amity’s pregnant belly as a powerful orgasm overtook her, making her scream into Amity’s sopping cunny. Her legs kicked at random, her hips jerking up into the underside of Amity’s pregnant belly. Her hands dug into Amity’s plump buttcheeks. All the motion went into Amity’s pregnant belly, reverberating through its huge roundness and concentrating right into the deepest region of her core.
Amity collapsed into orgasm again, squirting and squeezing around Luz’s tongue. That made Luz cum again, which made Amity cum again, and the two girlfriends. entered their final, climactic pattern of orgasms.
Amity came uncontrollable, having multiple simultaneous orgasms from different pleasure centres. Her pussy, G-spot, and clit were all firing like mad, and combined with the orgasms generated from nipple stimulation, it combined into a tsunami of pleasure. Amity threw her head back and screamed with pure bliss, eyes squeezed shut, back arched so far that she actually lifted her pregnant belly off Luz’s body for a second.
Amity came and came and came, the white-hot fire of orgasm completely overtaking her body. Her pussy twitched and squeezed around Luz’s tongue, rippling waves of muscle trying to suck the appendage in deeper. Her clit felt like it was throbbing, with every heartbeat triggering another orgasm. Hot milk sprayed from her breasts, going all over her pregnant belly.
Inside Amity’s womb, the six Abomi-babies moved in a rush of foetal activity, kicking, squirming, rolling over, sensitive to their mother’s erotic state. Amity’s muscular thighs clenched tight on Luz’s head as she squirted heavily, jetting hot love juices into her girlfriend’s mouth, overflowing out all over her face. Her toes curled and her legs spasmed and quivered uncontrollably.
“Aaaaaaah!” screamed Amity as her orgasm reached its peak. She was cumming from her clit, G-spot, pussy, and breasts all at the same time, making her vision go silvery-white with pleasure. Her entire body shuddered like it had been struck by a live wire as the most powerful orgasm of the night ripped through her like a tornado.
And then, it was over. As weak aftershocks of orgasmic pleasure made Amity twitch, she went limp, relaxing every muscle in her body. Settling in place, she felt Luz’s tongue slide out of her pussy, followed by a gush of pent-up love juice.
Amity used the little strength left in her thick thighs to lift off Luz’s head one last time. Luz slid out from beneath her, gasping for air, coughing and snorting out all the sex juice that Amity had squirted onto her face.
Amity was too exhausted for words. She just flopped over on her side bonelessly, feeling residual juices dribble out of her cunny. Also dribbling were her huge breasts, and her arms were too weak with recent orgasm to do anything about it.
“Here,” mumbled Luz, pulling up behind her in a spooning position. Shaky arms reached over Amity’s pregnant form, pressing glyphs to her still-stiff nipples. Magic hummed, and Amity knew the breastmilk was being teleported away.
“Thnnn,” murmured Amity, too exhausted to even say thank you .
“Welcome,” whispered Luz, putting one arm around Amity’s waist, resting her hand on her pregnant belly.
“Love you,” hummed Amity.
“I love you too,” Luz mumbled, giving her a little squeeze.
It was so warm that they didn’t even need bedcovers. Together, wrapped around Amity’s huge pregnant belly, the two girlfriends fell asleep to the gentle kicking of the babies within.