Emilio slowly pulled out of Ty, and once he fully withdrew himself Ty felt his cum start leaking from her vaginal lips and his cock rest on her stomach, their sticky combined juices rubbing off on her soft skin. She blushed at seeing his handsome face and satisfied expression, and even moreso when he cupped her cheeks and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, which she returned eagerly.
Once they broke the kiss, Emilio began to ask, "So, uh, did you-"
"Yeah," Ty replied quickly. "A-and I came too," she added, trying to lighten the mood.
"Nice," Emilio laughed. He lay himself down next to Ty on his side, and slowly his hands reached over to stroke her stomach. The rough, firm touch of his large, dark hand on her skin made her heart race. "It's weird to think our baby is deep inside here," he whispered.
Ty agreed- it felt weirdly satisfying to think she'd be having a baby when he never could've before. She could tell from her lover's still-hard erection he must feel the same.
She got a further indication of that as his hands cupped her breasts again, making her gasp with pleasure. "It'll be so lucky to have its mamai's big soft boobs to suckle from," Emilio continued. Ty blushed hard and whimpered under his touch. "Ours will be such a pretty, perfect caboclo baby."
"Caboclo?" Ty asked confusedly.
"It's a Brazilian term for mixed," Emilio explained. "We think of them as a kind of beautiful convergence of cultures."
Ty had to admit, it did kinda feel like that. Not just for the racial aspect, but also in terms of gender- they had both been both male and female, and were embracing the most instinctual part of the opposite sex to the one they'd long lived as.
She wondered what to do next...