Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa (/Cloud), pregnancy sex
"Somehow, I always thought it would be you," Tifa said.
Aeris wrinkled her nose, laughter in her voice. "Why? Because I'm so matronly?"
"Because you've always taken care of us." Tifa smiled.
Aeris ran a hand down Tifa's side, up over the hard curve of her belly. "I'll still take care of you," she promised. "All of you."
Tifa sighed as that hand continued to travel, sliding out of her sight, settling between her legs. She was wet, ready, which seemed to be her normal state these days, as if her body didn't realize it had grown huge and unwieldy. With a groan, she pressed up into the touch, and the flowers beneath her seemed to bear her up, light as air, with none of the awkwardness she had grudgingly gotten used to over the past few weeks.
Aeris laughed, clearly delighted with her response; the fingers of her free hand teased Tifa's nipples until they tightened, and Tifa could feel moisture creeping across her skin from the reaction. Then Aeris's mouth was there, tongue and lips and suction feeling nothing like they had before she was pregnant; she felt her whole body drawing up tight, tight, and there was a soft shift inside her, as if her child felt it too.
Then Aeris's fingers moved, drawing wet circles against her clit, and everything let go, release shuddering through her, milk leaking warm across her skin and being lapped up by Aeris's tongue, the tautness of her belly rippling slightly in reaction.
"One of these days," she muttered, lying spent and warm in Aeris's arms, "you're going to put me into labor."
Aeris grinned and kissed her, already fading away. "Not me," she protested. "That's Cloud's job."