KKM 'Mating Season'
Spring was a time for the birds and the bees – or the bearbees and the sandbears, as the case may be – to get busy, procreating, getting ready to bring up the next generation, so the world would not lack their buzzing or burrowing.
It was the cloud of wine-rich bearbee pollen that likely set off other species' procreative timers and got them going as well – hunting, lusting, flourishing, mating. It spread through the land, dusting leaf and rooftop and cliff edge with a heady, golden haze that was simply irresistible, a hundred million times more potent than Cheri's infamous orchid perfume.
It wended its way to Blood Pledge Castle, blown by verdant breezes, and merrily jumpstarted a whole new round of conception in the Castle's surrounding town and smaller villages. The inhabitants of Blood Pledge were naturally just as susceptible, looking moony-eyed at each other and giggling and blushing and generally carrying on uninhibited for nearly three days till the cloud of sexually charged pheromones finally drifted on.
Shibuya Yuuri was just as moony and distracted as the rest of them and his poor fiancé was not allowed out of bed for that three whole days, which was long enough to ensure there'd be a black-haired, green-eyed baby by the start of the New Year.
Wolfram von Bielefeld did not bother to complain – he knew Yuuri would likely remember to make him legal before Gwendal remembered to emasculate the young King for knocking up his innocent baby brother and taking advantage of him. He rather enjoyed being taken advantage of, anyway, especially when the wind blew the right way and Yuuri pounced on him with that hungry look in his black eyes.
However, he had nothing to worry about: Gwendal was rather preoccupied himself. The business of the kingdom had ground to a halt, literally, right there in the middle of his big wooden desk, wrinkled into oblivion by the lusty squirmings and ejaculations of yet another willing victim of Spring's rising sap.
"Gah!" Gwendal exclaimed, moved to express his pleasure at the sight of the violet-haired wanton bucking beneath him. "Ohhhh! Ngn!"
"Fuck!"
It was sentiment echoed widely throughout the Castle and indeed, all of Shin Makoku. Spring had come.