Story Three: Eden II

WARNING: Just lots of sex, breeding fetish. This one is a continuation of Eden I.

She didn't know what the cause was for his strange mood that evening, but Mitsuru had been unusually quiet. He didn't cut her off when she tried to engage him with some light conversation, but his replies were shorter than usual, more curt.

True, it had been a week since they've become lovers, but they hadn't had another opportunity to be alone since then. Work has descended upon them, and it had been a tense few days until the contract signing had been accomplished.

They should be celebrating right now, but instead, he was in a rare, dark mood.

"What is the matter?" She asked him as they stepped inside the penthouse and he collapsed on the couch, still scowling.

"I saw you and Futoshi this afternoon." He said without preamble.

Kokoro looked up from where she was digging some juice in the fridge. "Futoshi? We were just discussing the amendments to the contract."

His scowl was still in place when she sat down beside him and handed him a glass of juice. "He's your ex-fiance. I don't like him anywhere near you."

Kokoro swallowed a mouthful of her drink then leaned closer to kiss his cheek. "You know that it was just a business arrangement, right? He broke up with me as soon as my father declared bankruptcy."

"He was looking at you as if he hadn't seen a woman in years."

That made her choke a little. "Futoshi? We were just friends. He has never shown interest in me before beyond business, he wanted to run for public office, and he needed an influential wife from an affluent family. Obviously, I don't fit those shoes anymore."

"It doesn't look that way to me." Mitsuru murmured, his mood still black. "He may be regretting his decision to break up."

Kokoro shrugged her shoulders, not understanding what that got anything to do with her and Mitsuru. She was more concerned with soothing her dark, restless green-eyed beast.

She reached up to stroke his hair, but he stopped her, holding her wrist before he brought her palm against his lips.

Kokoro found she was able to touch him without shyness. Somehow it was the natural thing to do when she loved him so very much, and her desire to please him was as great as her desire to be pleasured by him. A very large erection pressed against the material of his slacks, she would have thought he was too big for her, if she hadn't already taken him in. But even now, despite their first night together, her mind couldn't still comprehend how something with that size could fit inside.

Kokoro rose slightly and straddled him, resting her knees beside his hips, her hands on his shoulders. His warm, male scent drifted to her, intoxicating her senses. Woodsy, clean, a hint of the soap he used, and all man.

He kissed her as she slowly positioned herself over the thick ridge of his cock, she could feel his heat shimmering despite the layers of cloth separating their bodies. Her eyes widened while his narrowed as lust burst like an uncontrollable flame between them. He made short work of her clothes until she was left clad only in her thong.

He still felt impossibly huge, but she knew he would make it good for her. Just the thought of holding his length inside her again made her shiver with desire, her nipples puckered tighter, shameless, right before his eyes.

"God, so beautiful." Mitsuru groaned but he didn't touch her even though he knew that was what she wanted. What they both wanted.

Kokoro straightened up and brushed her nipples against his shirt, gasping as she liked the sensation, so she did it again.

What would it take to get his mouth on her breasts? The memories of their previous time together made her moan with desire, her back subtly arching.

"Are you trying to distract me?" He murmured, clamping his hand over her nape. "I should be punishing you...I—" His voice trailed off when Kokoro began to roll her hips, running her pussy over his cock, with only her moistened panties and his slacks between them.

"Mitsuru!" She gasped his name at the sensation, their breaths shallowing. Her clit began to throb, and she wondered if he could feel it.

No one ever told her how irresistible sexual play could be, how uncontrollable the urges, the intoxicating hardness of a man's body would be. The bulge of his zipper had lined up with her swollen clit, the soft cloth of her panties rubbing that bud. Friction, sweet, addicting damp friction sent her ever closer to orgasm. Soon, she was panting, grinding him like a seasoned pole dancer.

"Kokoro...what are you doing to me?" He groaned. His voice alone could make her come, the husky timbre, that only deepened the more aroused he becomes.

"I should ask the same." She gasped, then protested when he gripped her hips and raised her up breaking their delicious contact. "No! Mitsuru—"

"Do you really want to get off like this?" He groaned. His slacks, which probably cost thousands, now had a damp spot over his groin. Her arousal had wetted him through her panties.

"Please..." She begged softly, dropping as low as his hands would allow, wanting her pussy back atop his thick hardness. Kokoro threaded her fingers through his hair and leaned in to suck at his pulse point. Mitsuru tipped his head back with a small harsh sound.

He relaxed his grip on her hips, allowing her to ride him once more.

She'd lost the ridge of his zipper, so she squirmed on top of him searching for the perfect spot until she found it.

He bucked his hips hard, rocking his unyielding cock against her, a delicious friction against her clit.

"Again!" She gasped, "Please do that again!"

He didn't stop, gave her what she demanded, while she struggled to communicate that she was on the verge, just a bit more.

"You're about to come?" He asked in a strained voice.

"About to burn alive!" She clasped his face with both hands.

"So fucking beautiful." He groaned as she rubbed her thumb over his bottom lip. "Come here..."

She leaned down and covered his mouth with hers. His lips were firm, hot and sensual. She licked the seam, teasing him with the tip of her tongue until he parted his lips and the tips of their tongues met.

It was the spark that set off her pleasure, sent her exploding in sheer bliss.

Mindless, completely unaware of the wild abandoned way she gyrated her hips on him, riding him like a toy as her pussy contracted over and over.

"You rode me, you came. This was not what I have planned, I was supposed to punish you..."

"Oh, Mitsuru..." Kokoro gasped against his throat as she leaned into him. "Let me make it up to you."

"You said you've never taken a cock deep," He murmured between kisses. "Want to try?"

"If you'll show me how..."

"Move over there." He pointed at the chaise end of the sofa. "Lie down on your back."

He stood up and unbuckled his belt, then stepped out of his slacks. Kokoro watched his movements with dreamy blue eyes as if everything he did fascinated her.

He pulled her body until her head hung back off the edge of the chaise. Mitsuru rubbed her lips with his thumb before he stepped over her, positioning her head between his muscular thighs. He had to compensate for the height of the chaise until his cock and heavy balls were just above her.

"Mitsuru?"

"Part your lips." He murmured huskily, then guided his shaft down her open mouth. "Take breaths between my thrusts."

Huh? She wasn't sure she could do that. Had no idea what he meant.

Slowly, he fed his cock into her mouth, then cupped his hands behind her neck.

Vaguely she recalled her friends talking about this, positioned like this, his cock slid in at a much easier angle. Deeper than she'd ever taken one.

But when the thick cockhead went too far, Kokoro tensed at the pressure, jerking back. Her legs drew up defensively.

Mitsuru pulled back immediately. "Relax, sweetheart. You can take me." He said huskily, then gently stroked her cheekbone with his thumb.

Somehow, his loving touch reassured her, calmed her down. And made her eager to please him. When he sank in once more, she ordered her throat to relax, and let him in.

"That's my girl." He murmured, then pulled out. "Breathe." As soon as she took in a lungful of air, he slowly thrust again. They repeated the cycle again and again, with his hands cradling her neck, his thumbs lightly rubbing her throat, guiding, coaxing her, until the huge crown breached deep.

She has actually done it! This was something she'd thought she could never do, but he had shown her how.

"You're taking me deep, Kokoro." He sounded proud, which turned her on for some reason, and aroused her to a frenzy. She moaned around his thick hardness.

"Oh god, do that again." He groaned. "You like this. I can feel your moans as well as hear them. Breathe, baby."

She inhaled, greedy for more. On his next thrust, she allowed him to go deeper, swallowing as much as he would give her. She reached behind him to grip the muscles of his ass, soon they had a perfect rhythm between his thrusts and her breaths, perfectly in sync again.

"Take it...take it...such a good girl." He was teaching her, praising her, and Kokoro grew ravenous for him. "My cum will shoot straight into you."

Yes.

She moaned and he cried out harshly. "Kokoro!" Against her tongue, his cock began to pump.

With a deep growl, he fucked her mouth, shooting creamy pulses of semen inside her. She drank him while his thumbs massaged her throat, helping his cum go down, his grip on her neck possessive and yet so tender at the same time.

Then one last shudder, a final spurt of hot cum. And a satisfied male groan.

He pulled out of her mouth, breathing hard. "God Kokoro, that was so fucking good." He sat at the edge of the sofa and seized her ankle to drag her to him. "Your turn."

"Oh, baby." He groaned as he pulled her soaking panties off her legs, his harsh breath caressing the hard bud of her clit, the soft folds, and the sensitive tiny opening at her center. "You...you're already at the edge...sucking me got you even more aroused? Ask permission to come."

She shook her head. Despite her fiery need, she wasn't just going to obey. "Don't you want to make me come?" She asked instead mischievously, smiling up at him.

"Naughty girl." He murmured as his eyes narrowed. "I shall punish you for that later...but, right now, I'm going to lick your needy little clit."

She forgot what she was about to say when Mitsuru bent his head and lashed the sensitive little bud with his tongue. Once, twice, three times and she screamed as her orgasm began.

The tension that had coiled inside her ever tighter now exploded with a vengeance. She fisted against the sofa cover, her body thrashing from the sheer force of her release, and yet he still wouldn't stop. His mouth, hot, infinitely hungry, forced her aching pussy to contract again and again...

"No more!" Kokoro gasped, too sensitive, just too much! But he kept kissing her, until she twisted her hips to get away.

Mitsuru sat at the edge of the sofa and collected her into his arms. He kissed her, sharing her taste, taking his own, their tongues lazily stroking, twining. They were soon primed for round two, and Kokoro wondered how she could last the whole night if he was like this.

He guided her on the sofa, hauling her up until she was up on all fours. His hand smoothed up the back of her thigh and over the sensual curve of her ass. The tip of his finger trailed down her cleft, dragging through the shocking amount of slick wetness he'd drawn from her. Evidence of arousal that would have embarrassed her a few days ago. But not now.

She arched her back and wriggled her knees farther apart, now fired with the need to tempt him.

"So beautiful, so perfect...and all mine." Mitsuru said, sliding two fingers deep and hard into her melting center. Slowly he fucked her with his fingers, rubbing his other hand over the cheeks of her ass.

Knowing he watched her clenching pussy accept his fingers only sent her arousal into a frenzy. Her face flamed deep red. But she couldn't take much more of this, she needed something bigger, harder, faster and more punishing than that gentle rhythm. She wanted his cock in her.

Kokoro was about to ask him for it when she felt him shift behind her, and anticipation welled in her chest. Her breath hitched at the sudden emptiness that left her aching when he withdrew his fingers, but soon she was distracted when his hard thighs came between hers and kneed her legs wider apart.

He held her hips, and jerked her closer, higher, against his groin. The hot, heavy length of his cock rubbed against her backside, before he drew back, positioning it for entry.

It was all she could do not to push back on him. For a moment she did try to resist, until with a sound of pure need, her hips attempted to move, only to find his grip wouldn't allow it.

He held the reins here, holding her steady and absolutely still as he rubbed the crown against her softness, gathering her slick moisture onto itself, then slid inside, inch by torturously slow inch. Her body shivered as it welcomed him, gripping his intruding length, craving more of it. Everything he had.

"Kokoro..." His breathing grew harsh, muttered curses of pleasure tumbling from his mouth. His fingers bit hard enough to bruise her tender flesh.

Once he was seated deep inside her, unmoving, his hands released their tight grip and wandered gently over her the small of her back, her ass, down her thighs, stroking her, caressing her silky skin. Then his thumbs came to rest near the place of their joining, and he pulled her soft folds apart.

"Holy fuck," Mitsuru murmured, completely in awe. "Baby, if you could only see what I'm seeing right now..."

She tried to twist back to look at him. He was gazing down, watching as he withdrew from her as slowly as he'd entered. She was a deep pink against his darker flesh, stretched taut around his retreating girth, his cock shimmered from her clinging moisture. "So fucking beautiful." He growled.

He was content to draw it out, to keep his strokes so slow and deliberate she could feel everything. The thick crest of his cock massaging her sweet spot in just the right way. His broad base stretching her until she couldn't breathe. Slow, it was too slow. She wouldn't get off like this, she would only hover at the precipice and ache until she was torn in two.

Frantically she reached behind his hip in a futile effort to urge him to move faster. "Please...please make me come."

He ignored her breathless pleading. "That hitting your sweet spot, Kokoro?"

"Yes." She gasped, but it wasn't enough, and he knew this. Why must he torment her so?

When his fingers slid down and found her wet, swollen bud, it was so sensitive she uttered a little cry at the tiny orgasmic shudder that rippled through her just from his slightest touch. Mitsuru must have felt it too. He growled.

His fingers began to move faster, wringing a cry from her lips as he denied her yet again, no matter how much she pleaded. He waited until she was coming down to pick up his pace. Slow, but hard. A long, almost excruciating pull-out, then a rough shove back in. So hard she bit the edge of her pillow.

"Faster, please!" Kokoro groaned through her clenched teeth.

His hand came down on her right cheek with a stinging smack she felt all the way to her pussy, but he didn't speed up. Gasping, she pushed her hips back at him, disrupting his rhythm on purpose so he would spank her again. And he did. She cried out at the lasting effect the tingling remnants of the strike had on her overly sensitive body.

"You want it faster?" Mitsuru murmured near her ear before biting the side of her neck.

"Yes!" she cried. His hands roamed up to massage her breasts and pluck the tight bud of nipples until she nearly screamed from frustration.

"Are you sure?"

He will be the death of her!

But just as when she was going to protest again, Mitsuru began to move. The deep, hard rhythm that she'd been craving for.

Half of her was afraid he would stop, would leave her hanging just when she's about to explode, but not this time. He gave her what she wanted, what she needed.

Pleasure burst in bright ripples of pure ecstasy, making her body stiffen at first then shiver from the intensity of her release.

She could only rest her cheek against her forearm as she slowly drifted down from her orgasm, panting for breath, when she felt his fingers graze against her hip.

"What are you doing? Mitsuru!" Kokoro gasped when he reached for the hormone patch at her hip and peeled it away with a single tug.

No condom, no patch? What was he thinking? Their first time together she had recklessly allowed him to come inside, justifying that it was her 'safe' time. But now? She wasn't sure where she was in her monthly cycle. It was shaky protection at best, but without it...

"No, sweetheart." He murmured, his voice low. "You don't get to decide. Not when, not how. Not even this. If I want to fuck you until you're full of my cum and knock you up, you can't stop me. Can you?"

A note of challenge edged his voice, as if daring her to fight him, but he was so deep inside her, she couldn't think. How can she make him understand? How to tell him about all the implications of this act? Yet she couldn't think of anything except being full of him, his thick cock pulsing against her soft flesh, stretching her, filling her. Her body spasmed in response, clenching around him as if never to let go.

A faint voice of reason thrummed underneath her arousal, muted beneath the sensations of his body moving in hers. A voice that reminded how close she was to finish her degree, that she had still plans to fulfill.

Much as the thought of bearing his babies thrilled her, it was still too early for them. "Wait. We shouldn't…You don't want…"

A punishing thrust made Kokoro suck in a harsh breath.

"Don't tell me what I want." Mitsuru said roughly. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you."

Kokoro gasped a rough sound, trying to find the words to make him understand, but his cock, so hot and hard, stretched her to breaking point.

"You think that isn't true?" he asked, pulling out and thrusting back in again. "The memory of you sleeping while bearing my scent always turns me on each time. There and then I thought to myself I could do anything I wanted to you, because you were already mine."

Tension coiled deep inside, even as she fought it, her body wasn't listening. "Why did you stay away for so long then?"

"I don't know," he said, his breath turning short, labored. "Sometimes I thought I should let you go. Sometimes I wondered if that's what it meant to care about someone, letting them go. I thought you were too soft for me. Too...pure."

But he was deep inside her now, his cock pressing farther and faster on every thrust.

His hand fisted in her hair and pulled her up until her back grazed against his chest, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat as he tilted her head to the side. His voice made her shiver as he spoke against her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses beneath her ear and across her shoulder.

"I couldn't leave you alone, though. Couldn't stop watching you, couldn't stop touching my cock and imagining your lips wrapped around it. Couldn't stop myself from wondering how your pussy will be like, how hot...how tight. How deep you'll let me go."

The next thrust came in a different angle, hitting a place inside her that had her crying out. A gush of moisture caressed his cock, slick wetness seeped past the tight, seamless union of their flesh, trickling down her inner thigh.

"Then your mother got involved in an accident. You had to stay here and care for her, leaving me on my own for days...I missed you every waking moment until I thought I'd go mad."

His hands tightened, gripped her closer. It was the only warning she got before he slammed into her body, his cock a blunt weapon against that tender place inside that silently screamed his name. "Please wait. Mitsuru. It's too much."

The words sound as if torn from him."I didn't want to care, told myself that you meant nothing but another employee to me. That I could handle things without you...but I was so wrong."

Kokoro shook her head as if to clear her thoughts, she had never imagined, never thought he could become this obsessed with her.

"That's right." Mitsuru said, as if he could read her thoughts. He pulled his cock all the way out, just the tip notched inside the small opening, before slamming back in. Kokoro shuddered even as another small cry escaped her lips, and another rush of slick wetness coated his cock easing his way. "That's who you're letting inside your body. That's who's going to cum inside you, the one who has defiled this sweet little pussy..."

Futile as it was, she tried to stop him, her hands pulled uselessly at the muscled arms holding her in place, but her hands only slipped on his sweaty skin. She might as well have been pushing against a boulder, he was immovable, she couldn't stop him.

This was a major decision, one they can't just make lightly. A child will change everything in their lives. She has to try and make him see reason.

"Release me." Kokoro begged softly. "You can come in my mouth. I'll suck you just like before. I'll take it all in."

"No." Mitsuru said, he pressed his cheek against hers, then sank his teeth in her shoulder, his hips slamming furiously against her. "This. I want your pussy. I'm going to pump my cum into you, and then I'm going to drape you over that fucking armrest so it flows to the right place. And when your belly is round with my child, the thought of leaving me will never cross your mind."

"As if I could ever leave you...Mitsuru!" The last word ended on a small scream as he pressed his cock against a spot so sensitive, so exquisitely tender that she lost her mind for an instant.

Even as her soft flesh tightened at his crude words, his possessive thrusts, Kokoro felt a chill travel down her spine. Oh god. He may dress in sleek three-piece suits and conduct businesses with the best of them, but in this, he was still as primal as the primitive man. She had never imagined he would want a child without discussing first, but here he was, holding her still while he pumped faster, the jerky movements signaling his impending climax.

Kokoro pulled away, a last attempt to escape...but only managed a foot or so maybe, cushions crumpled under her knees, hands grasping the back of the sofa. Mitsuru growled against her ear, his body followed her, pinning her down, hard muscular legs pushed her thighs wider.

"Mitsuru..." She gasped as he pressed her head down against the cushion, his fingers tangled with her wild ash blonde locks. Positioned like this, with her ass arched high, he continued pumping into her with more leverage and force than before.

Her body strained forward, only to be yanked back against him.

"Don't run away." Mitsuru muttered harshly. "Take it. Bear my child."

"Let's talk about this." Kokoro gasped. "You're not thinking str—"

"For six months I did nothing but think about you. I'm done thinking."

He leaned back further, head arching as he began to fuck her impossibly harder. She made a soft, whimpering sound as his hipbones bruised her inner thighs as he gave her the rampage she didn't realize until now how much she'd craved.

"Fuck yes. Kokoro. Fuck yes! Take it, take it all. Your pussy fits my cock so well."

She trembled as he continued to use her, in any way he wanted, in any angle, depth or intensity that brought him the most pleasure. Kokoro cried out as though her body was being split in half, but the release her body screamed for still wouldn't crest.

Please...please...I need...She begged him.

They were no longer man and woman. They were two rutting animals, focused on one goal.

"I will give you what you need." His body stiffened, and he made a choked sound. His cock flexed. Then a spurt of hot cum hit the soft place inside, the force of his ejaculation so strong she felt it like a thrust of his cock, and her mouth opened on a silent cry. A hot, long pulse of semen filled her and that was all she needed.

She combusted. Her orgasm rolled over her in intense waves, triggered by the very thing she protested against. She teetered at the precipice, almost blacked out from the pleasure and Kokoro sobbed incoherent denial and satiation all at once. Her pussy clenched around his cock as the waves of pleasure thundered through her body, demanding him for more and he grunted in masculine appreciation.

Kokoro shivered, small spasms racked her limbs as she came down from the high. Her hands were clenched tight against the sofa, her breasts pressed against the silky fabric. She kept her eyes closed as she waited for her breath to calm down, her mind still dazed.

"That felt so good." Mitsuru said, his voice languid, thick with lingering orgasm, still softly thrusting inside her. He slid a hand down her stomach to where his body remained joined to hers. Callused fingers slid through slick, sensitive skin. Kokoro flinched at his touch.

He circled her clit with lazy motions. That was all it took. A few light flicks of his fingers and she was rocking against him, mindless, on the edge again.

"That's right." Mitsuru murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You like having my cum don't you? I know you do. Keep it inside you, sweetheart."

No. This was so wrong, she should get away from him, flush out his semen in the shower, but she no longer cared, his words, his voice pushed her over the edge. Kokoro came again, this one tight and hard, rocking against his hand as she rode out the razor's edge climax, her soft flesh contracting, her womb drawing his thick release deeper inside. Her inner walls clenched at the thought, and she imagined his cum traveling deep, taking root in her flesh.

A soft moaning sound filled the air, and Kokoro realized that it came from her.

She reached between her legs, there where he was still lodged inside her. Some of his semen had seeped between their fused flesh, leaving her fingers gleaming wet against the soft light.

Without thinking she licked her fingertips, wanting to taste him, the salty flavor of his cum. She felt his cock twitch and realized Mitsuru had seen what she'd done.

It was her turn to smile at him.

"You liked my taste, baby? Too bad, it's exclusively for your pussy from now on." Mitsuru murmured hotly against her ear. "Hold my cum inside you. If you let a drop spill, you'll be punished, sweetheart."

"Why are you doing this?" Kokoro asked, breathless, but she already knew, she just wanted to hear him speak the sensually dark words.

His hand moved up to her stomach, caressing her smooth skin as if imagining her already big and swollen. "I'm going to make this grow with my child. A bond that can never be broken even by death. You'll be tied to me, body and soul."

Her body shivered in reaction to his voice, his words. Kokoro didn't understand the primitive instinct that roared to life the moment he mentioned getting her pregnant. She should be outraged that he took away her choice, made a decision that would not only alter their lives but her body as well. But right here and right now, all she felt was a soul-deep satisfaction.

His fingers moved back to her clit, circling and rubbing until she came again. She had once thought that multi orgasms was just a piece of fiction but he'd proven that wrong. Kokoro gasped his name as her whole body tensed, muscles shaking from aftershocks.

She tried to pull away, to disentangle their bodies but his hands remained steadfast on her hips.

"Again." Mitsuru said.

"Again?" Kokoro gasped, was he asking her to orgasm again? "I can't. I've already come twice...or was it three?"

"Again."

It's not like she had a choice to refuse him, his knees kept her thighs open, unable to close her legs even if she wanted to, his cock still lodged inside her...then his wicked fingers began to work her clit once more.

He delicately plucked the sensitive bud, until she was rocking her hips against his hand once more and begged for another, and then another, and then another. Each time she came, her womb would spasm, drawing more of his cum deeper. When she had orgasmed at least three more times, keeping his cum inside her, then only Mitsuru released another fresh load, before pulling away.

Then he lifted her into his arms and headed towards the bathroom.

Vaguely, Kokoro wondered why they even bothered to shower, throughout the night she lost count of the times he took her, his hands moving her, positioning her body to accept his. He didn't even wake her up. Instead, she'll come to with his fingers slid between folds still wet with his cum and ready for him, his cock sliding in and out of her, no rhythm, no finesse, just crude and earthy fucking and everything primal mating and breeding and brought her to orgasm after orgasm.

Yet when her eyes opened against the morning sun, he was already showered and dressed to perfection in his suit, ready for work. Kokoro wondered as he nuzzled her awake where his boundless energy was coming from.

"I might come home late." Mitsuru said as he sat at the edge of the bed, stroking back stray locks of hair from her face. "Have that series of meetings scheduled today. Stay here and rest, Kokoro."

Kokoro dragged a sheet to cover herself and he smiled at her as if to say 'Too late baby, I've seen everything.'

"Mitsuru...about last night." Her voice trailed off, unsure what to tell him.

"You can get a pill." He said gruffly.

Oh. Morning after pill. Damn, she was too far gone last night she hadn't even thought of it. Kokoro smiled at him.

"Make no mistake sweetheart." He leaned closer to give her a slow kiss. "I will try to get you pregnant at every opportunity that comes my way. Up to you to protect yourself."

She bit his lip, he had just declared 'war' and gave her ample warning. Apparently, he will sabotage any birth control he could lay his hands on. And yet, she couldn't quite understand the dark thrill that skittered down her spine at the thought of accidentally getting pregnant.

Kokoro knew she's more responsible than this, but that doesn't explain away the...fascination.

A/N: Wanted to do this for May 12th, the day episode 17(Eden) aired but didn't make it! So this one is a combination of 'first time' and possible pregnancy. Yes, I split this one into two, someone ought to tell my muse what a one-shot means! lol Not sure if I was able to portray the breeding fetish effectively, but there's always next time. ;)