I made our bed as comfortable as I could, even though Androphontes said I didn't need to. She told me birth was as painful as it was pleasurable for the amazons. That was good, because I didn't want to see her suffering. She laid down just as her first real contraction hit, and she winced, holding her large belly as she breathed deep. I took a cool washcloth and dabbed her forehead. This first bout of pain created beads of sweat all over her.
“It shouldn't take too long now.” Androphontes sighed.
“That's good,” I said, caressing her hand. “Take as long as you need.”
She smiled her gorgeous smile and pulled me for a kiss. We continued to kiss, and she slid her tongue across my lips. I opened my mouth to invite her in. I rubbed her belly where our baby squirmed and kicked, ready to come out. Androphontes caressed my cheek, I smiled and understood.
For the next couple of hours, the contractions got worse. Androphontes drew her legs up and down the bed, gripping my hand as she groaned with each wave of pain and pleasure. Her beautiful black body was now slick with sweat, and I dabbed her face with colder cloths. As I wiped her chest, I noticed the swell of her breasts, full of milk and marred with the stretching of skin.
“Are your breasts hurting?” I asked.
“Yes,” Androphontes panted.
I took her left breast in my hand and massaged it, letting the milk squirt out into one of the cloths. Androphontes moaned in relief and stretched her right hand out to feel for a cloth and do the same with her right breast. She moaned fiercely as her left breast soaked the cloth to uselessness, I replaced it with my mouth, taking in her taut black nipple and drinking her milk.
“Yes, John,” Androphontes sighed, running her hands through my hair. “Goddess, yes, keep doing that.”
When the swelling went down, I switched breasts and sucked hungrily at the right, pinching her left black nipple as the milk slowed to dripping. My other hand groped at my dick, getting harder still. When I finished drinking of my wife's milk, her next contraction hit, her face flushed with pleasure.
“Oh,” she said between breaths. “Oh,” she cooed, squeezing her breasts and writhing slowly.
“Mistress, you are killing me right now,” I breathed, my dick crying pre-cum.
“It feels so good,” Androphontes said.
“Good.” I reached down and kissed her mouth, my left hand stroking my dick, my right wrapping around her breast.
We let our tongues go at it until her next contraction, and she pulled away to inhale sharply and exhale hard, running her hands down her neck and to her breasts, rubbing them and pulling at her dark nipples.