Story ?: Got Milk?
Warning: Lactation and pregnancy kink.
Cherry blossom trees bloom only once a year—Spring, the season of renewal, and only for a short few weeks.
Attempts have been made to grow them in a greenhouse, or alter its genetic code to make them bloom at a different season. None had been successful. Their beauty remained both fleeting and achingly delicate, which made Mitsuru determined to get such flowers for Kokoro.
They set a wedding date in mid April, the ceremony to be held beneath the huge cherry blossom tree that was said to be at least 2,000 years old.
Flowering branches supported by stilts formed an arch over the aisle that has been prepared for the occasion. Hand-carved rosewood pews decorated with cherry blossoms and yards of white organza were set up on either side, a plush red carpet had been rolled in the middle of the aisle that would lead to the altar.
Times like these, Kokoro dearly missed her mother. But she consoled herself with the thought that wherever her mother might be, she would be proud and happy for her daughter.
Dressed only in lingerie and silk robe, she sat before the vanity mirror, waiting for her best friend, and also her maid of honor, Miku to return from a little errand. They've spent the night at the hotel just across the park to prepare for the wedding.
She's a mass of jittery nerves, but not because of the usual reason brides have on their big day.
"Got it!" Miku announced as she quickly stepped inside the room and locked the door. She presented a box of tampons.
"It's inside." She chuckled as Kokoro frowned in confusion.
"Oh. Thanks Miku." Kokoro opened the box and shook out the contents into her palm. Not tampons but a pregnancy test kit. Butterflies began to flutter in her stomach at the sight of it. She had a hunch that she might be pregnant the other day. Her period was a few days late and she had episodes of feeling lightheaded and her breasts were tender. Just that morning, she threw up, alarming Mitsuru, but she felt fine soon after and assured him that it was just her nerves acting up.
Now as she read the instructions with Miku, Kokoro couldn't help the fierce hope in her heart. She hovered over the toilet and took the test, then set it on the counter and washed her hands.
"How long will it take?" Miku asked, excitement in her voice.
"It said three minutes. If nothing shows up in ten, then it's negative." Kokoro murmured, keeping her eyes fixed on the kit, as if she could will the result to come faster.
Around the first minute mark, Kokoro and Miku squealed together when two lines came into view. "Oh my god!" Miku was practically jumping up and down in her excitement.
Just then, the two of them squeaked again when the bedroom door crashed open. "Kokoro!" Mitsuru shouted, panic in his voice.
Miku quickly slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it. "Mitsuru you big brute! It's bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony!" She yelled through the door.
"Kokoro!" Mitsuru yelled back, slamming his fist against the door. "Open the door, sweetheart!"
Miku shook her head vehemently and refused to budge from her spot.
"I'm alright. Please don't worry."
"I heard you scream."
"It...it was nothing..." Kokoro bit her lip, torn between the desire to tell him the news, but knowing how stubborn Miku was, she didn't want to announce it through the door either.
"She saw a spider." Miku supplied. "I already squashed the little sucker." She added.
All was quiet for a few seconds. "Mitsuru?" Kokoro called out, wondering if he had left.
"I'm here." Mitsuru released a deep, shuddering breath and somehow she knew that he was running his hands through his hair in agitation again.
"I'll meet you at the altar." She told him softly. "I love you."
"I love you, too. Don't make me wait or I'll come for you." With that, he's gone. Miku opened the door and poked her head out.
"All clear, but we're going to have to call someone to fix that door later."
Kokoro stepped out of the bathroom and gasped as she saw that Mitsuru has indeed ripped the door off the hinges. He could be quite extreme at times, but she loved her brute of a man.
Miku shook her head and picked up a hair brush. "Let's do this before your caveman breaks more shit."
-o-
There was an almost ethereal feeling as Kokoro slowly walked down the plush red carpet, between the rosewood pews where the guests sat in their finery, toward the man she was going to marry. Mitsuru was looking at her as if he hadn't seen her in years, not hours. He didn't bother to hide the intensity of his emotions, the raw hunger in his eyes as he watched her walk toward him.
The bride wore white and ivory, personally designed and crafted by one of the best fashion designers in the country, and a personal friend. Though she was already pregnant on her wedding day, there has been only one man in her life, her soon to be husband.
Kokoro wanted a simple wedding. Just family and close friends, but Mitsuru won't hear any of it. Then she realized that he desired a large ceremony more than she did. It was if he wanted to announce to the whole world that she's permanently off the market.
And so she didn't protest anymore when the guest list ballooned from two hundred to six, held in Sakura Central park, beneath the ancient cherry blossom tree, with another few hundred more to join them at the reception that night.
It was hard to concentrate on the words of the priest who officiated their wedding, her attention locked on her husband who looked really gorgeous in his black suit. She couldn't help but smile at the impatience stamped in his features, as if he wanted the priest to hurry.
As the priest asked them to repeat after him, exchanging vows they've already made to each other in private, Kokoro thought her heart would melt. This man waited five years to marry her, so she could fulfill her dreams of finishing college and opening her own business.
If he had his way, they would have wed barely six months of being together, but he made himself wait, always placing her happiness higher than his own.
The cheers of the crowd was deafening as the priest presented them as man and wife, but nothing could silence the cries of joy from the recesses of her heart as Mitsuru lifted the veil from her face to kiss her.
-o-
"Oh god, Kokoro!" He groaned as he struggled to keep his temper under control, fingers fumbling to undo one of the countless pearl buttons that held the layers of silk. "You have another dress to wear for the reception right?" The two of them stood in the middle of the bedroom of the honeymoon suite, helping her prepare for the celebration held downstairs at the hotel's back garden.
At least, that had been the initial plan, until Mitsuru touched her and he knew he couldn't wait much longer.
"Mitsuru don't ruin my wedding dress!" Kokoro gasped, looking at him behind her shoulder with huge eyes. "Zero Two gifted this to me."
"Sweetheart, there's a million of these damn buttons!" Had he known she would wear something that would sorely test his patience, he would have brought a pair of scissors with him, Kokoro probably won't notice he'd snipped off the damn buttons. Somehow he managed to undo one, then another, but after the sixth or so, he lost all patience and tried to drag the whole dress off her head.
Kokoro laughed softly when the fabric caught at her shoulders, still too tight to slide off. "A few more."
"You think this is funny?" Mitsuru groaned, fumbling with more buttons. The urge to rip the slippery silk fabric with his bare hands was gaining traction with each passing second.
She smiled quietly not wanting to push him any more. She could sense just how close he was to losing it. Mitsuru brushed his lips against her shoulder as if he could restore his self-control by inhaling her sweet scent. Somehow the rest of the buttons came undone easier, and he almost growled again as he reached the waistline, surely he had unfastened enough to get her out of the damned thing.
"Is this some secret plot to drive the new husband insane?" He muttered making her laugh again then suck in a breath as he slid the dress down her hips.
"Oh god." He groaned, closing his eyes for a second as the layers of silk fell to the floor, leaving her clad only in sheer, lacy lingerie. She turned to face him with a small smile, letting him take his fill. "I'm the luckiest husband in the whole world." He breathed, looking at her with barely concealed hunger.
Kokoro looked away, her expression suddenly shy . She took his hands that had been resting at her hips and placed his palms beneath her navel. "Not just a husband...you're going to be a father too."
He went completely still for a timeless instant, not saying a word, it was as if he held even his breath. Of all the things she expected to see, Kokoro was completely unprepared for the tears that made his green eyes shimmer with emotion. She'd never seen him cry before.
"Truly?" Mitsuru's voice cracked, almost unrecognizable.
Kokoro nodded her head. "I...I haven't seen a doctor yet, only that pregnancy test kit..."
He cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her with such reverence tears pricked her own eyes too. "You complete me."
"My baby." He whispered as he knelt on his knees before her and pressed his cheek against her belly. "Hello little guy. I'm your dad...I love you and your mom so much."
Kokoro laughed softly as she threaded her fingers through his dark hair. "Little guy? Mitsuru, it's too early to know what we're having."
He kissed her soft belly before smiling up at her. "Just a gut feeling." He rose up and lifted her into his arms, carefully carrying her toward the bed.
"Is it okay to do this?" He suddenly paused, worry making him frown. "Oh shit, Kokoro. Can we do this? Can I fuck you while you're pregnant? I mean, I know people do, but what if I get too rough?"
She laughed a little, moving her hips sensuously in invitation. "Of course we can." She reminded him that they've been having sex regularly until three days ago when preparations for the wedding got hectic. "But we will be late for the reception."
"They can start without us." He growled again, nuzzling the creamy tops of her breasts. "I'll die if I have to wait a minute longer!" Pulling down the zip of his pants, he dragged his cock free from its confinement.
"Keep your hands here, sweetheart. You're not to touch me." He murmured hoarsely, he'd surely lose it the moment she touched him, but he didn't tell her that.
It was no use, though she tried to keep her hands where they were, above her head, the moment he slid between her thighs and began to lick her from her throat down to the soft flesh between her legs, Kokoro gave in to the temptation.
"Mitsuru..." She gasped, clutching his head as he caught her clit between his teeth, gently nipped her before he lifted his head to gather her wrists with a single hand, while he reached for his bow tie with the other.
"What are you doing?!" Kokoro gasped.
"Shhh." He murmured with a wicked grin. "Unless you want me to gag you too."
He could see her hands struggle against the binding, knew that she wanted to reach up and touch him, but he kept her hands bound, both wrists affixed to the headboard. "I warned you, you didn't listen. Now bear the consequences."
He drew a finger down the inside of her wrist across the elbow, tracing the supple length of her slim arm. He brushed the backs on his fingers to her rib cage and she hissed, her breasts moving as she tensed.
"Be still, sweet baby." Mitsuru murmured.
Easing a palm down her chest between her breasts, one stiff pink nipple grazed across his wrist as if begging for attention. He stopped to pinch each one until she hissed, her eyes shut tight. He used his thumb to stroke round and round the base of each nipple until they were standing up hard and throbbing. He wanted to taste them, to suck them, to rub the head of his cock across those nipples, to leave a trail of his cum dripping from those impudent red tips. But not this time.
There would be so much opportunity for exploration of that later.
Down, down, moving his palm across that still flat, smooth belly, pausing briefly as he smiled at the tiny life growing inside and then continued down, stroking his fingers between those incredibly smooth, soft thighs. Kokoro pressed them together instinctively as he cupped the heat of her pussy. Mitsuru made a low sound, not uttering a single word, just a rumbling vibration that wasn't anything coherent, but she understood, her legs parting wide once more.
Her eyes were huge as she watched him, looking down between her breasts, his hands claiming her, imprinting his ownership upon her body in that intimate way only a lover could.
Stroking the line of wetness at her slit, his fingertips slid between those soft, pink folds, easing the labia apart, luxuriating in her heat, in the way her slick moisture were already dripping down her inner thighs.
"You come undone for me so sweetly." He murmured, brushing a kiss against her nipple. "As if you're a lock made only for my key."
Then he pressed a single finger inside and she tensed, her hips lifting off the bed, but her legs staying spread wide.
So sweet, so submissive.
"Such a good little wife." Mitsuru murmured as he gently stroked her belly once again, placing a possessive palm below her navel. Kokoro tried to hold back the soft cries, tried not to squirm, knowing she can do nothing with both her hands tied above her head, even when Mitsuru eased his hips between her legs, pushing her thighs wider apart with his muscled body.
He was lean and hard, but still so much larger than her smaller frame, making her feel delicate.
"More than just my lover, it's now your sworn duty to surrender your body to me, isn't it? Your wifely duty to submit, to lie still and let me have you, whenever, wherever I want, for as long as I want—and you will never say 'No' to me."
"Mitsuru..." She gasped, hips rocking forwards when he reached to stroke her clit with light gentle fingers, but too light, to gentle that she whimpered for more, her body arching for more pressure. "Please..." Kokoro whispered.
"An hour ago, in front of several hundred guests, you gave a promise to honor and obey me." He murmured instead, his voice quiet, almost thoughtful. "That was part of the vows, you will give me anything I want."
Mitsuru leaned lower to brush his lips against the tip of her breast, but all too quickly left her again, leaving her bereft and aching, and unbelievably frustrated. "So...my good little wife, you have to wait until I decide to give you my cock. No matter how wet you get, or how loud you cry out...or beg me for it." He slipped his finger into her core, dragging slick moisture up to her clit. He rubbed her, circled the tight knot of flesh, then tapped her clit, making her hips jump in response. "Not even when your clit swells into such a cute little bud."
"Mitsuru don't be mean." Kokoro protested softly, her hips arching against him, seeking his hands. "I can't ta—"
"Of course you can." He murmured, driving her even more crazy as his finger picked up pace, rubbing her but not fast enough. "You were made for this, to do what your husband desires, to give me whatever I want. A beautiful, living doll for me to fuck and fuck and fuck until neither of us could walk afterwards."
"D-doll?...No...I...this is my body."
"Not anymore, it isn't. I've claimed it." He touched her cheek, his hard fingertips grazing her skin gently. "You ceded control of it the moment I took you. The moment you bore my child."
He's going to drive her insane, and sometimes she believed that's exactly what he wanted to do.
This was one of his kinky games—a new one, where she was the little dutiful wife, and he's the implacable, demanding husband.
"If it pleases you, husband." Kokoro murmured as she took on the role, letting the words flow naturally from her, soft and light as the blanket beneath her.
His green eyes darkened in response, but Mitsuru didn't say a word. Instead he reached for her creamy, firm breasts that had been aching for his touch.
He continued to fondle and torment her breasts and nipples as he murmured hotly against her ear. "I have already claimed you, little wife. And I will claim you many times yet. We are bound by more than the vows we've given, in ways you have yet to understand."
He slid lower down her body, until his lips hovered above the gentle swell of her belly. He kissed her softly, his voice deep, almost solemn. "We will spend our lives together, you and I. If you haven't been already carrying my child, you won't be leaving this bed until I've bred you, until I'm sure this sexy little body will soon swell with my baby."
"Mitsuru!" Kokoro gasped, unsure whether his words had her pussy leaking out onto the blanket, or if it was the wicked fingers plucking at her nipples, the playful nips that sent her aching, heavy breasts bouncing wildly against one another.
Or was it because he had her bound on the bed, completely under his mercy?
Releasing her breasts, his hand trailed a slow, tormenting path down the middle of her body, lower still until his fingertips played through the thin patch of hair, seeking her slit.
Kokoro gasped when his fingers sought the tiny entrance, eased her folds apart, teasing her with unbearable gentleness as he did nothing but stroke the tight seam again and again.
Her clit was a hard bundle of nerves now, so swollen, so desperate. "My Kokoro's sweet little clit."
She was very, very close to another orgasm, her heartbeat frantic, the pleasure of his touch making her want to close her thighs against it.
"This baby is just the first of many you will bear for me, Kokoro. It will be my immense pleasure to keep your pussy filled with my cum. You will never remember what it's like to be free of me ever again. You'll always be full and dripping down your thighs so you'll never forget, I'll keep your cunt sore and well fucked by my cock."
Oh god. His dirty words. She groaned as his fingertips circled her swollen clit, his touch so knowing, so perfect.
Perfectly devastating.
One finger, then two pressed inside of her, gently at first, becoming more demanding as her body responded, welcoming him with a slick wetness that would have embarrassed her if she wasn't so aroused. And she gasped as he pushed deep, deeper still, so far it seemed to drive the very breath from her lungs.
"Mitsuru, please," she said, her voice little more than a whimper. "Please!"
She didn't know what she was pleading for. The word just the verbal expression of her body's needs, of the desire that she could no longer contain, of the animal response he was drawing from her, whether she realized this or not.
Knowing what was coming, she shuddered almost with relief as his fingers withdrew to be replaced immediately by the broad hardness of his cock.
He placed the swollen, large head against her slick pussy, easing, nudging those lips apart. "Is this what my sweet little wife desires?"
He looked at her, between their bodies, slapping the head of his cock upon her mound. She gasped as he used it to tease her clit, rubbing against her, tormenting her with rapid flicks, working that sensitive knot of nerves with his hard flesh.
"Mitsuru..." Kokoro gasped, her hips arching as high as her bindings would allow. "Don't torment me anymore..."
"Is this what you seek?" He murmured again in that dark, husky voice.
"Oh god, you're killing me!" She moaned, tormented beyond what she could bear. "Mitsuru please...please fuck me!"
With a small, wicked chuckle, he rose to his knees, aiming his cock down at the swollen, reddened slit of her pussy. His eyes narrowing as he watched her soft flesh yield to the broad head, the pink lips thinning, stretching tight and taut around his girth, straining to accommodate the veined shaft sinking slowly within her.
Kokoro threw her head back with a sharp exhalation of breath, crying out softly as he eased the ache from the emptiness that had almost sent her to the brink of insanity.
"Right there...oh god, Mitsuru!" She cried out softly as that thick shaft forced her soft flesh apart, her pussy stretching wide, yielding beneath his hardness until she was filled beyond endurance with it.
Kokoro screamed as her body seized from the force of her orgasm.
He hissed as the tight contractions nearly sent him over the edge as well, but somehow he held back. He forced himself to look away, to focus on her face as the sight of her labia stretched so tautly around the girth of his cock had his balls tingling, tightening as he fought back the orgasm his body screamed for.
He slowly eased in, gritting his teeth as he fought to be gentle as he sank balls deep into her sweet little pussy. "Holy Shit. It's too goddamn tight...tighter than I remember. Fuck. I won't last."
"Maybe it got so tight because it wasn't used enough." She gasped, still shivering from aftershocks of her intense orgasm, her breath breaking as he shifted his hips, changing the angle of his penetration.
"Is that so?" Mitsuru growled, gently nipping her bottom lip. "Looks like I have to do something about that, don't I? Can't have my wife complaining..."
Kokoro tried to grip the headboard with her fingers, clawing at it futilely as she sought to hold onto something, anything. Her breasts bounced obscenely below her, her entire body shaking with his hard thrusts. He reached for his bow tie, releasing her wrists, worried that the prolonged bondage was cutting her circulation and hurting her. He will have to get her some proper cuffs to bind her safely later.
Her fingers immediately reached up to him, clenching against his shoulders, urging him to go faster. "Mitsuru...please. I need more..."
"Don't temp me anymore Kokoro!" He groaned, holding still as if his control would snap at the slightest movement. "We'll do this nice and slow...at least until we get the clear from the doctor."
"Harder!" She gasped, sliding her hands down from his shoulders, following the arch of his spine then digging her nails into the hard muscles of his taut buttocks. "Don't you know not to get in the way of a pregnant lady and her needs?"
"Dammit Kokoro!" He cursed savagely before he pulled away and dragged her ankles over his shoulders.
"Please...please!" She gasped, hips twisting against him, driven crazy by the need burning her from the inside out.
She could only grip his head closer when he lifted her hips towards his face, making her scream as he began to eat her with such ferocity, such raw hunger. She was hair-trigger away from another orgasm, when he slid his fingers into her tight sheath and began to thrust.
"Mitsuru...oh god!" She cried out as he curled his fingers, pressing into that sweet spot that instantly ignited her climax. She came so hard, she could no longer hold back, giving herself to him in complete surrender.
"That's right sweetheart, let me taste your cum..." He crooned against her trembling flesh, lapping every drop as she squirted again against his chin. Later, much later, he knew this would embarrass the hell out of her, but not now, now she was soft and needy, passion unleashed, demanding her due from her man.
"More?" Mitsuru asked softly as he continued to stroke her pussy, her flesh clenching tight around his fingers from aftershocks of pleasure.
Kissing his way down her throat gently, he repositioned his cock against the tiny entrance of her pussy, his fingers seeking her red, swollen clit. He stroked it even as he pressed inside of her as far as he could go, and Kokoro went still, submitting to him, every muscle trembling, her pussy stretching to accommodate the veined, heavy shaft.
Relentlessly, in sync with the wicked way his fingers circled her clit, his cock plowed her, the head rasping against the slick, hypersensitive tissues, drawing out her pleasure.
Each time he pulled back, the lips of her pussy clung to him, as if desperately trying to stop the thick shaft from leaving the clutch of her body. He could only smile with pride. So greedy...so needy, and all his.
Over and over, he tormented the sensitive clit, her soft moans growing louder, her voice husky, her body writhing against his as she pleaded with him again and again.
Then, as her moans rose to anguished cries, her eyes flew open, looked straight into his. A deep, pink blush suffusing her chest, the inner curves of her heaving breasts, the pink flush spreading to her face until she glowed with it.
"Oh baby yes." Mitsuru groaned, savoring the sweet contractions of her pussy around his cock. "Look at me...don't close your eyes. I want to watch...watch you as you come."
With a last tweak to her tortured clit, Kokoro jerked, her hips bucking hard, soft cries torn from her throat as she reached another orgasm. Mitsuru held his breath as he looked down at her even as she succumbed to the intense pleasure.
He didn't let up the maddening pace, keeping at her, fucking her in that steady, deep rhythm. Reaching below her chin, he took hold of one of her breasts, squeezing it, pinching her nipple, playing with her as he continued to ride her cunt, impaling her upon his cock over and over as he prolonged her pleasure.
"Come on my cock, Kokoro. Let me feel this sweet pussy squeeze me again."
"Please...not yet...I can't..." She tried to squirm away, even knowing the futility of such actions.
"Oh, yes, you can—and you will. For me." He kept up the pace, gave her a series of particularly deep thrusts that made her whimper helplessly each time his cock filled her completely. He pinched and pulled and twisted her hard nipple, kneading her breast firmly. "These beauties will soon be filled with milk. You will feed me, Kokoro. Your sweet milk will be mine first."
Within moments, her entire body tensed once again, and Kokoro panted for breath, a tight scream escaping her lips as she came again upon him, his thrusts still relentless, tireless as if he's no longer a man but a machine.
"Good...that's good. You're so perfect. So responsive. Your greedy little pussy grips me so tight, sucking me deeper." He tipped her head upward, bending his face over hers, kissing her breathless mouth. "You like my cock, don't you?"
"Wh-what! Mitsuru...I...oh god—!" She shrieked then, her spasms rocking her body yet again. The orgasm had her panting, her body tensed, her back arching like a bow as he continued to enjoy her helplessly aroused body.
He took her without ceasing, driving deep and steady, forcing her body to respond, to submit, each time chasing her breath from her lungs, driving the sanity from her mind.
How could he keep up like this? She wondered hazily, the thoughts quickly disintegrating.
His sounds grew guttural, the grip of his huge hands so strong it was almost painful, and he pressed himself as deeply as he possibly could, his cock swelling still further, making her cry out.
Then with a final barrage of deep, hard thrusts, his whole world exploded bright white for one timeless instant. The searing heat rushed up from his balls making him groan as he filled her little pussy with his essence, marking her with the hot torrent of his semen, claiming her in the most primitive of ways a male ever could.
He came harder than he thought he ever had in his entire life, the orgasm carried on and on, even as his muscles twitched, heavy breaths thundering from his lungs.
For a long moment, he stayed inside her, softly thrusting still, his growls almost a continuous low vibration now that made her shiver. He luxuriated in the soft feminine flesh he was still buried in, enjoying the sound of her breath that matched his deep, exhausted satiation.
Finally, Mitsuru pulled free from her tight grip, dragging a long string of thick cum extending from the head of his cock, then watched as it broke, laying a glistening rope of cum on her inner thigh.
He liked the sight of it, satisfaction coursing through his veins as he tapped the lips of her pussy with the head of his cock, marking her to the very last drops of cum, the sound he made one of pure triumph, the satisfied growl of the conquering male.
His hand worked between her legs again, he slathered that wetness, that thick fluid into her skin, rubbing her mound gently again and again until her flesh absorbed his essence. His cum continued to drip from her freshly-fucked, well-stretched pussy, and he gathered this upon the large head of his cock, then pushed the globs of cum back into her cunt, coating the soft walls with his creamy essence.
Grinning at her dazed, dreamy-eyed expression, Mitsuru wiped his cum covered dick against her belly, as if marking her there too.
"You're such a caveman." Kokoro whispered, looking at him with huge, blue eyes as he continued to play with her now sated pussy.
"I'm tempted to beat my chest right now just to show you how true those words are." He chuckled as he caressed her belly. "Shall we go for another round?"
Kokoro glanced at the clock sitting at the bedside table. "Fifteen minutes more?"
His wicked smiled made her breath hitch. "Anything for my sweet little wife."
-o-
Five years ago if someone told him he would be doing this, he would call them insane and laugh it off. But when their daughter Ai was born, Mitsuru knew he would do anything for his little girl who looked so much like her mother. Anything. Even wear a pink shirt with a matching tie that was more glitter than silk.
He winced as he checked his appearance on the mirror, itching to pull off the tie and change into one of his usual shirts. But today was his daughter's birthday. And the women had chosen a princess theme which meant everything would be pink.
"Can I have cake now, Mama?"
"Me too! I want some too!"
The muffled voices of his sons coming from the kitchen made Mitsuru smile, the boys had protested the pink shirts, so Kokoro compromised with pink bow ties to go with their white mini suits. They still weren't happy, but relented for their little sister.
"Not yet, sweetie." Kokoro said which was followed by a chorus of protests. "How about a cupcake? With extra frosting?"
The twin boys cheered. At nine years of age, both took after their father, but while one was dark-haired and green eyed, the younger one has Kokoro's coloring.
"A kiss for Mama first." Kokoro smiled as she leaned down towards her sons. Her growing belly wouldn't let her bend too low and the boys stood on tiptoes to give her a kiss.
The cupcakes were momentarily forgotten when they saw their father standing at the threshold. "Papa! Can we fly this outside before the party starts?"
Mitsuru looked at the mini quadcopter his boys have built from a kit and felt a twinge of pride. "Is the camera working?"
"Yes, we tested in the rec room first." His eldest replied.
"Don't go too far from the house, stay in the backyard, you have to change before the party starts." Kokoro reminded them.
"Yes, Mama."
He smiled when he saw the slight trepidation in their eyes. But it was quickly overtaken by eager impatience to try out their new toy. "If it gets stuck in a tree, we won't be able to get it back until after the party." Mitsuru warned.
"Okay." They grabbed their cupcakes and ran off to test flight the quadcopter, their nannies close on their heels to keep a watchful eye on them. Mitsuru briefly wondered if they'll need to hire a third nanny to keep up with his energetic boys.
He walked behind Kokoro and slipped his arms around her waist, curving his hands over the mound of her belly. "How about we slip upstairs before the guest of honor arrives?" He murmured as he kissed the side of her neck.
Kokoro glanced at the wall clock as she rearranged the last cupcake on the 5-tier stand and hid a smile. Ai was with her grandparents, keeping her occupied while they set everything up. They have an hour more before the party starts.
She's wet and needy for him at the drop of a hat, but when pregnant? It's off the charts. And for some reason it's so much worse this time. She have had him twice that day already, and yet here she was...needy again it was a wonder she didn't just rip his clothes off with her bare hands and have her way with him right there on the kitchen counter.
It's bad enough that she kept him up at night for hours just to keep her sated, must she want him every hour now too? Okay, it wasn't every hour, but it certainly felt like it. Kokoro winced as her pussy tingled and clenched in need. When it's this bad, she knew one orgasm won't be enough. She'll need at least two to tide her over until they could be alone again in bed that night.
They were at the foot of the stairs when Miku walked in from the front the door followed by Zorome who was carrying a gigantic pink cake.
"Where are you going?" Miku asked, putting her hands on her hips.
Kokoro just winked at her friend, making her laugh. "Just don't forget to put on your pink gown afterwards. We'll handle things from here."
"Thanks Miku."
They quickly went to the bedroom and Mitsuru bolted the door behind him as Kokoro unbuttoned her dress.
Her breasts were leaking milk and he couldn't resist bending his head low to suck her. Six months along, her breasts were so swollen and already producing milk, which she allowed him to feed on. When it came in so soon like with their first babies, Mitsuru helped relieve the ache when her breasts got too full. So throughout the day he feasted on her and suckled her sweet milk as Kokoro rode his cock. He loved it when she's so greedy like this, loved that he could satisfy her every need.
"Wait." She gasped before he could nuzzle the swollen nipple. "They're too full and sensitive."
"I'll be gentle, sweetheart." He whispered against her nipple, the left one first that was leaking the hardest, softly licking up droplets of milk with his tongue, then gently drew the tip into his eager mouth, groaning as the warm sweetness squirted into his tongue with the slightest suction.
The soft sound of her moans made his cock harder. He knew when she's close to orgasm, more of her milk would drip in tiny rivulets from her nipples.
He lifted her up easily and slowly walked to their bed as she spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips.
The mattress sank beneath her weight as Mitsuru sat her at the edge of the bed. More drops of sweet cream dripped from her pink nipples and he quickly leaned forward to lick them.
"Couldn't get enough of this." He murmured as he drew more, drinking from her breasts.
Kokoro made a soft husky sound of need, spreading her thighs wider in invitation. "I ache." She whispered.
"Where?" Mitsuru demanded, his eyes narrowing almost into slits as he impatiently yanked down the zip of his pants and pulled out his cock.
"Here." Kokoro moaned, reaching between their bodies and parted the lips of her pussy with trembling fingers. "It's so deep inside...I wonder if you can reach it." She eyed his huge cock as she pouted her bottom lip in that way that always drove him crazy.
"Witch!" He growled as she spread her cunt open for him, showing him how wet and slick she was, how ready she was for a deep, hard fucking.
Cum began to drip from the tip of his dick and he rubbed it against the tiny opening at her center but didn't enter her, teasing her, torturing himself as if he wanted to see which one of them would break first.
"Mitsuru!" Kokoro almost screamed when he kept on stroking her clit, but so lightly, not enough pressure to get her off. She arched up, desperate for his possession, almost driven crazy with need.
Just when she thought she'd have to impale herself on his cock, he fitted the blunt tip to the tight opening and thrust hard.
The force of his invasion drove her a few inches from the edge of the bed, and they both growled in frustration. He grabbed her hips to keep her in place and thrust again, this time sinking balls deep until she was stretched taut and full of his cock.
He was hard. So hard. He felt so rigid inside her she could feel the sheer lust pulsing from him through his cock and into her body.
"Is this deep enough for my demanding little wife?" He growled against her throat before he nipped the tender skin. Then he changed the angle of his penetration.
"Mitsu—!"
He muffled her voice with a kiss before she could finish. "Not so loud, the boys might hear you, they're just outside the windows."
"But...oh, that...that feels so good." Kokoro moaned, unable to keep her voice down as he sank deeper into her slick channel.
"Shh. This will be quick, baby. We'll be back before anyone misses us. Now hold on to my shoulders and just enjoy this."
Kokoro gasped then cried out softly as her pleasure rose higher, building and releasing all too quickly. It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. She made a small sound of need as her hips kept moving restlessly.
"More?" Mitsuru asked and she bit her lip and nodded her head. She looked at him with heavy, dreamy eyes, not nearly finished with him. Far from it.
He pulled out, making her gasp in protest. But he knelt down and nuzzled against the thin patch of curls between her legs.
"Oh god, right there." She whispered in a husky voice, enjoying the sensual strokes of his tongue as he teased her clit, fingers unconsciously gripping his hair as her hips began to roll against his mouth.
The second climax came just as swiftly, and Kokoro sighed as her body began to relax.
Mitsuru smiled and kissed her once more he moved up her body again, licking the droplets of milk that trickled down from her nipples, and slid his cock back into the tight, sweet grip of her pussy.
He smiled down at her as he braced himself on his arms, careful not to place pressure on her belly, his eyes widened for a second as he felt their baby move. Mitsuru laughed as the baby kicked again, as if demanding for attention. "Don't be alarmed, little princess." He murmured as he curved the palm of his hand around her taut stomach. "It's just your Papa...bed wrestling with your Mama."
"Mitsuru!" Kokoro gasped, "Stop saying such things!"
"Why not?" He grinned, dropping a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. "It's true."
The taste of herself on his lips renewed her sexual frenzy, distracting her, soon she was begging him for more. She wanted him to be rougher, to fuck her hard like those times he'd lost all control, but nothing she said or do could make him now, not while she was carrying their child. He had been the most cautious when she carried their twins. But...
"I want to ride you."
That made him pause, hesitation in his green eyes. But he flipped them over, letting her straddle him. "Slow and easy, sweetheart." He reminded her as he held her hips and helped her lower herself onto his hard, eager length until she was stretched tautly around the base.
Both of them sighed and groaned as she was seated all the way down, and he reached down to caress her clit.
Instantly, drops of sweet cream dripped from her swollen nipples and he was quick to clean them for her.
"Hold your breasts for me, Kokoro." He murmured, drawing her nipple deep into his mouth as he played with her clit, sucking one then the other, lapping at her sweet cream while she climaxed and clenched around his cock. Just one of the many she still needed and he was more than happy to oblige.
He stared at her belly, at the pink skin stretched tight with dark lines. Then traced the scar from the C-section.
"Mitsuru..." Kokoro gasped, blushing. He knew that the stretch marks and the scar made her feel self-conscious, but he loved everything about her, every changes motherhood left on her.
"You're beautiful to me." He whispered. And meant it. He loved every changes in her as they grew older together.
"You're just trying to make me feel better." Kokoro said softly, not meeting his eyes.
"Tell that to my cock." He groaned. "Nothing could keep it down any time you are near."
He leaned low again to draw her nipple back into his mouth, gently suckling her. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Now more than ever." He reached up to play with her big, full tits as Kokoro began to bounce up and down on his dick.
"Slow and easy." Mitsuru growled as he squeezed her breasts, watching the tiny rivulets of milk roll down her creamy flesh, before leaning to lap each droplet.
"I swear you want me pregnant just so you can play with my milky tits."
"You did agree to six kids." He smiled, but because of the C-section, the doctors advised them to stop at four.
"You don't play fair. You negotiated while you were going down on me!"
Mitsuru chuckled then kissed her adorable mouth. "You weren't exactly complaining."
They have the twin boys, and then Ai, the apple of his eye. He was kind of relieved they were having another girl. He loved his boys, they're amazing, but they're always going at full throttle. Really handful with their boundless energy.
He wanted to taste her pussy again, but once Kokoro had herself seated astride his lap like this, riding his cock, there's no stopping her until she was satisfied. So he reached for her nipple again, contenting himself with her milk. The pressure on her sensitive nipple as he drew her deeper into his mouth, in sync with the hard strokes of his cock quickly sent her over the edge.
Her sweet taste on his tongue and the rhythmic spasms of her tight pussy finally snapped his rigid control. With a muffled groan, Mitsuru pumped hard into her one last time and held himself deep inside, shuddering as spurt after spurt of hot cum filled her pussy.
"I love you." He groaned as he tried to catch his breath, running his hands up and down her body, stroking her soft skin.
"I love you too." She whispered back and gave him another kiss.
The two of them pulled away, surprise briefly showing in their faces, laughing softly as they both felt the hard knot that suddenly formed in her belly, their baby kicking again as if protesting the vigorous activity they've just indulged in.
"Was that too much for my little princess?" Mitsuru murmured softly, caressing the mound of Kokoro's belly. The baby kicked once more as if to respond, making them both chuckle in delight. "A feisty one."
The sudden knock on the door made Kokoro jump slightly. "You two better stop what you're doing and come downstairs! Ai is on her way!"
Kokoro giggled softly as she heard her friend's muffled voice. "We'll be right down, Miku. Thanks!"
"I better get the boys and help them get ready." Mitsuru sighed, clearly reluctant to end their private interlude.
She kissed him before letting him go and adjust his clothes. "Don't forget to put the tie back on."
"Anything for my girls." He murmured, picking up the glitter tie from the carpeted floor with a slight grimace.
A/N: This sounds more like the epilogue than an actual one shot. It's how I imagined every story in the collection will end: wedding and babies! I'm not yet finished with decadence, I have at least three right now to flesh out lol. But I posted this one early for Evalee. :)
Evalee: Thank you for your suggestions I've given them some consideration but no promises haha. I went with the easiest one first on the list. :D