I laid back on the table and panted, trying to regain my breath as I came down from my orgasmic high, my pussy, stomach and boobs covered in sperm thanks to my daughter doing her best to shower me in her seed, which she had accomplished.
Beside me, a large bucket had been filled with my milk, leaving my breasts feeling sore and lighter than before, while the Deerkin responsible for milking me was sitting beside it, looking down at both myself and the bucket with a proud gaze.
"I told you, Mother, that I could fill this entire bucket~! You seemed rather aghast at that idea, and yet here we are!"
Looking towards her with a tired smile, I shook my head and muttered "You're far too happy about that..."
"Of course I am, Mother. Just as I am proud about being able to cover you with so much cum to the point that your laying her so worn out and tired~! Besides, I think we both know that I only went this hard because you begged me to continue..."
My smile widened for a moment as I snorted, before I sat up and shook my head again, trailing my hands down my body and cleaning myself off as my mana washed away her sperm, letting me feel clean again... even if I felt better when I was sticky with cum.
Its warm embrace as it stuck to my skin was euphoric, and each time someone came on me instead of inside of me, I was reminded of that Focus Shop that had an owner who enjoyed bathing in semen; was that something that would interest me too?
Either way, I took a deep breath and looked towards Aethisia, who was humming softly as she watched me from the side, though as soon as I began to speak she fell silent.
"Aethisia, I can't help but notice that you've been far rougher during sex lately. Rough, demeaning, sometimes bordering on abusive... Are you feeling alright?"
Her crimson eyes lost that amused luster as she looked away from me, the woman's white hair concealing her features whilst her antlers tilted alongside her head, all while she refused to look at me.
I gave her a few more moments before asking "Is it Melia? The suddenness of being a Dama? The stress of it all? Worrying about whether or not you'll be able to raise this girl properly? Is that what is causing you to require harsher and rougher sex to relieve your stress?"
Aethisia remained quiet for a few moments more, before her shoulders slumped as she nodded, letting out a low sigh and murmuring "It's that obvious huh..."
"Yes... You milked me and choked me out earlier, all while you slammed your cock deep into my womb and spoke down on me. I don't mind it, but I want to make sure I know why you're doing it. Because it isn't like you, Aethisia; sure, you're a bit heavy handed and rough with your lovemaking, but it was never this... 'bad' before."
She sighed again before quietly saying "I... Yeah, I guess it is the stress. The worry about how to continue forwards. Melia was planned, yet at the same time it feels so sudden, y'know? Before she was born, it was just a thing that got me into heat; getting Camara pregnant, watching as her body changed to carry our child, making love to her and knowing that we had created a new life... all of it felt surreal, but now..."
"Now it is real. She's here, in the world of the living, breathing and eating and growing with the rest of us. And it scares you that you might fail her?"
Aethisia nodded, making me sigh in turn as I got up and stood in front of the Deerkin, our naked figures no longer of importance as we looked at one another; my breasts were so close to her face, yet she was looking me in the eye, all while her cock remained flaccid as we stared at one another.
"Like I said to Camara, there is no way to know if you'll be a good parent, Aethisia. The world will keep moving forwards whilst your stuck wondering if you have it in you, uncaring of the mental battles your having with yourself as you go back and forth weighing pros and cons for things, wondering how this might make Melia feel in the future or how that might make her feel now. Time keeps going on, and the longer you sit here with your stress building, the worse its going to get. Tell me, do you love Camara?"
She blinked, staring at me closely and mulling over my words, only to nod her head and say "Of course I do. She's my older sister, my lover, my mate." which made me smile as I reached forwards to cup her cheek.