-This one-shot is sort of just a small break from the bigger installments I've got in the works. This chapter is more of a slice-of-life scenario than anything else, so don't expect any crazy action or major plot points. I understand these can feel like fillers and bore some people, so I decided to limit this one to just a single chapter and nothing beyond that.

Sidenote: Guys, do keep in mind that the one-shots are not necessarily in chronological order from the end of the main story. I know it should be obvious by now, but it's just a reminder as major events have transpired that will only be briefly mentioned and not explained in depth.

Edit: As of 03/05/18 I have revised and altered this chapter for fun, I just thought adding a little extra couldn't hurt? And if anyone's wondering, the next chapter will be out very soon! Enjoy!

Chapter 14: A Weekend Wasted

A weekend wasted is exactly how Nisha Ver'Koom felt when Banou Shani decided to undertake a weeklong diplomatic assignment for the Tenno council, and left her in charge of the baby.

Apparently the 17-month armistice signed between the totalitarian states of Mars and the smaller, now more liberal provinces are on the brink of another civil-war. The problem is the Lotus and Tenno council are at a stalemate with proceeding towards the next course of action. Some of the Tenno believe the Martian government has a right to exert absolute authority over its rebellious territories due to the sudden secession of the rebel occupied regions leading to the war initially.

The other half believe the Martian government is to blame, that removing the democratic senate of elders and installing a rigid dictatorship supported by the Grineer Empire is the root of the Martian's economic and political unrest. Banou's job will be to act as an intermediary advisor for the coming meeting between the dictator Hashk Gerun and the resistance leader Ken'che Wey. Needless to say, the Tenno are not there to provide military strength to either side unless the Grineer take action first.

It is imperative the Tenno act quickly as the Corpus are campaigning to oust them from the popular Martian spice market and the Grineer also have their own initiative to turn the entire red planet against them.

Back on the Little Lotus however, Nisha must play the part of the stay-at-home mom and watch little Kashvi all on her own. Well not completely by herself, but since Ren is hard at work studying for his upcoming mastery evaluation, she is essentially alone for the most part.

Freya, Keeva, and even the ship's captain Myrrha, have all gone to their individual tasks for who knows how long and have thus left a rather grouchy Nisha to care for the young toddler.

The orange-haired giant Grineer warrior lays bored and unfulfilled on a couch in one of the recreational rooms of ship. At her right, dangling foot, is the small babe herself sitting quietly and reading. Nisha's jade orbs rotate to the small near-replica of Banou, her father's skin tone is the only visible feature the girl's inherited. Peculiar the Grineer thinks, for a mere 18-month old youngster to already be so well versed in locomotion and grammatical skills.

Her stubby fingers grip the digital children's novel before her, swiping left once her eyes have absorbed all there is to know from the holographic pages. Nisha was half expecting the little one to be rowdy and a real handful, but something about this behavior vexes her just the same. Or is it the child herself that annoys her, the babe's very existence perhaps? She mulls over these thoughts for several silent minutes before the little one in question speaks up.

"Momma? Is something wrong? You look sad." The tiny child asks the large couch dweller.

"I told you to call me Nisha, and no I am not sad."

"I'm s-sorry, I forgot." Kashvi rises in her blue and white pajamas and waddles to the edge of the sofa. She looks up at the disinterested visage of her voluptuous, non-biological mother and innocently asks "Hey, do you wanna read the story with me? It's about a small Tenno that-"

"No Kashvi, I do not."

"Oh, ok..."

The babe may not fully understand it, but she is perceptive enough to sense the faint animosity from Nisha. She knows better than to antagonize this adult she calls mother, whose patience with her is always hanging by a thread. But Kashvi has only admiration for the Grineer with each gaze at her intimidating presence and well-endowed figure.

She attempts to climb the couch to nestle up on her mother's body and encounters a stern bark demanding the little one sit back on the rug-covered floor. Kashvi complies with a confused whimper, unpausing her book session and returning to reading diligently.

"Enough of that." Nisha says while taking the holo-book from the startled babe.

"H-hey, I wasn't d-done!"

"Did you just raise your voice at me, Kashvi?"

The tiny spawn looks solemnly at her small boots, she asks why her mother chose to end her story so abruptly.

"You read too much child. Why not play with your toys for a bit instead?"

"I don't wanna..."

Nisha slouches further back on the beige furniture and responds with "Suit yourself then, enjoy being bored."

"Nisha?"

"I better not hear a peep out of you while I rest my eyes, understood?"

Kashvi nods obediently, her chestnut brown braided-pony tail swings from shoulder to shoulder. Her goliath of a mother, dressed in a custom Zariman transference apparel of orange and black, lets her arms hang over her head while she sleeps.

The tiny child looks at her toys decorating the floor and pouts. She toddles around the room upset and kicks a teddy bear over to spite Nisha's words. As Kashvi waddles around looking to relieve her curiosity, she finds her salvation in the technological makeup of her mother's prosthetic forearms.

Nisha wears a set of normal, human looking-limbs when lounging around the ship as opposed to her more combative cybernetic arms. She started using these false hands more often when Ren noted that he did not feel comfortable with answering Kashvi's questions about the missing arms on her mother. The small tot is no fool though, she knows they are fake and that only entices further investigation from her. Her little hands cup the wrist of Nisha's right forearm and run along the limb. Had she not seen them before this swap, Kashvi would be none the wiser in assuming they are of flesh and blood. Her golden eyes do eventually spot the seam circling around the joints and the illusion is destroyed.

She cannot help herself in feeling the genuine warmth at the divide of synthetic and living tissue. In her examination, the almost unnoticeable buttons are brushed by her passing fingers. The sensitive mechanism reacts as intended and the entire forearm seems to jut slightly forward to leave a gap around the elbow. The limb then slowly spins clockwise before the dreadful sound of the false appendage hitting the floor makes Kashvi's eyes widen in shock.

Nisha comes back to her senses almost perfectly on cue as her unrelated daughter scrambles to pick up the arm and reattach it. The tall and fiery haired Nisha is already sitting upright by the time Kashvi brings the arm back to its owner. She tries to offer an explanation as the prosthetic is presented, but Nisha just rudely snatches it back.

"Mamma, I c-can help put it on if y-you want..."

Nisha locks the right forearm back in place with a swift twist before scowling at the little babe. In that moment, Banou's and Ren's faces flashed in her thoughts for an instant. The sight of the pair together vanishes and all that remains is the diminutive result of their consummation. Unlike Nisha's womb which bore no fruits; lucky for her that the little Tenno were kind enough to pity her with this false motherhood over the tiny reminder of her own failure to conceive. Yes, how lucky she thinks.

Kashvi reacts with a single step back at the flash of her mother's hand in the air. It is only when the sharp pain in her left thigh follows the loud smack, that the child realizes what has just happened. First come the sniffles and quivering lips, then the tears clouding her eyes. Who is a babe to turn to for consolation when it is their own mother that has struck them down?

The tiny girl spins around to run, but Nisha firmly grabs her left wrist. Kashvi makes the mistake of looking back to see that hand winding up, it somehow makes the second hit all the more painful. Knowing full well her mother will not be satisfied until a third strike at her thighs, Kashvi promises to be a good girl and behave.

Nisha says nothing as her palm impacts the toddler's leg and elicits shrieks of terror from the small body. But Kashvi notices that she has not been released and through her wet face and burning eyes, sees Nisha staring at her with that unforgiving visage of hers. The measly twitch of that terrible hand sends the poor child into a fit of sobs, struggling against the hold of her tormentor. She does the only thing left that a babe can do when mother is unable to help.

"P-papa! Papa! I w-want my papa!" The child bawls.

Nisha lets her go, without disciplining her for a forth smack. The babe sobs her way over to the door, unable to open it due to her height preventing those little hands from reaching the motion sensor. She looks up at the figure overshadowing her and lets her tears fall once again while calling for her father several more times.

The door slides away into the wall as Nisha scans the hand pad, Kashvi heads out the room still a sniveling mess of whines and wails. The crying babe saunters awkwardly through the halls while turning back to see Nisha trailing slowly behind. Kashvi arrives at their room, where her father may or may not be. Her hands tap the door with her little fists pounding frantically for an answer.

It finally opens as the weeping child falls on her bottom and shoots her grasping hands up to that comforting sight. Her tears run dry as her sobs turn into small whimpers. She rubs her head against his neck and shivers in relief at the familiar smell of his breath passing over her face.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Ren asks while gently bouncing his daughter on his chest.

"M-mama... mama... she... sh-she..."

"She what, forget to feed you again? Ha-ha-ha!" The boy jokes, looking to Nisha for an unamused remark. He raises his eyebrow when she stays quiet and looks away, returning to his little girl as she finishes her sentence.

"Mama hit me! She hit me! I didn't mean to... I tried to help... oh papa!" She cries once more.

Ren's smile disappears, understanding this is no laughing matter. He presses his lips on Kashvi's forehead and tells her not to worry anymore.

"Sweetie, I need you to be a good girl while I talk to your mama okay? That means no more crying, can you do that for daddy?"

"Mhmm." She hums while rubbing her wet eyes.

Nisha steps forward to speak, but Ren instantly cuts her off at the mere mention of his name.

"Get in the room now, we need to talk."

The Grineer female has never seen Ren's face appear so concerned yet simultaneously filled with fury. She is somewhat frightful of what he has in store for her, even though she is superior to him in both strength and skill. Once Nisha's inside, the boy sets his sniffling little bundle on the ground and goes to close the door to privately address this issue with her mother.

But the tiny tot crawls through her father's legs before stumbling over to Nisha. Kashvi trips in her hurried rush and lands right into the waiting arms of her Grineer mother. The wee babe is lifted off the ground and then smothered by that large bosom which has sated her rumbling belly countless times during her infancy.

Ren approaches to find his daughter's left-hand dart out and holding fast before him as if that would be enough to stop her father.

"No, papa d-don't! It w-was all my fault! Leave mama alone!"

"Kashvi?" Nisha softly calls. "You are not mad at me for hurting you?"

The small child says nothing with an earnest stare into Nisha's emerald peepers, resuming her nuzzling against that meaty bosom. The Grineer looks back at the little Tenno whose frown towards her exits along with his next exhale of breath. Ren leans in the doorway and thinks that maybe it would be best if he let his girls settle this issue on their own instead of intervening.

Nisha walks with baby in arms and sits on a spacious scarlet beanbag across from the bed. She strokes the little one's hair down to the tip of her short, braided tail until her daughter peeks up from her busty mounds. Kashvi whines in need, prompting her mother to deliver an eager kiss on both her cheeks. The babe recoils with some giggles at the second smooch and tries to grab her mother's head to grant Nisha her own affectionate pecks.

The wee toddler is unable as her mother pulls away to tease her further, but Kashvi is content to just be held by Nisha either way.

"My sweet child, mother is sorry for making you cry like that. Can you forgive me?"

"It's ok mama, I still love you." Her daughter squeaks.

"I promise from now on I will not hit you more than three times, just two spankings should be enough."

Ren gives his large woman a disapproving glare while Kashvi attempts to reason with her Grineer mother.

"Mama no! No h-hitting please! Papa never does that to me!"

"That is because your papa spoils you too much. You know what, I think you are acting a bit spoiled right now too! Hold still young lady."

"M-mama? Mama stop it!"

Kashvi shoves her face into Nisha's warm chest to snivel as her mother's left hand gingerly swats her bottom. Ren moves next to his Grineer lover and sighs, watching his baby squirm as Nisha playfully pats her tushy. He knows she is merely teasing their daughter, but when Kashvi's quivering lips hit her father, Ren cannot bear that adorable little stare.

"I bet you feel pretty tough picking on my little girl huh?"

"Of course I do, because I know her papa is too much of a wimp to defend her." Nisha says in a seductive tone. Ren places one knee on the beanbag next to his woman and brushes her neck with his nose, inhaling her feminine scent.

"Why don't we put Kashvi in her crib so I can show you how much of a wimp I really am."

"Ah! Ren, cut that out! I told you nothing naughty in front of her."

"Maybe I'll teach you my own lesson about spanking, whaddya say momma? Feel like getting a little- Ah son-of-bi-" Ren growls, managing to stop himself before cussing completely. Nisha tries to stifle her chuckle as Ren cups his left eye and furrows his brow at the tiny fist of his daughter that socked him good.

"See what happens when you bring violence onto this ship woman! Kashvi, why did you hit papa?"

Kashvi pouts, keeping her fist raised protectively over the amused Grineer as she speaks. "Stop it! I w-won't let you bully my mama anymore!"

"What? Sweetie, what are you talking about?" Ren questions while rubbing his twitching eye.

"The other night, you were hurting mama!" The babe blabs as both her parents slowly swivel their heads to one another. "I heard mama and papa's voice, it sounded like you two were fighting so I got worried. The door was opened a little bit and I saw..."

'Shit! I thought I locked the door!' Ren thinks.

'Shit! I thought I told Ren to lock the door!' Nisha thinks too.

Their daughter had awoken in the late hour of the night, roused from her sleep by the frightening sounds of her parents just one room over. She had unlatched her child-proof crib and pushed one of her tiny plastic chairs near the door's scanner to make her great escape. The babe shuffled over to her parent's chambers and found the door to be parted slightly, meaning it was set to manually be shut but never was. Her little fingers pry the entryway further open so her eyes could gaze at the commotion ahead. Kashvi covers her mouth and begins trembling at the image before her.

Ren, her loving father whose radiant smile always makes her feel safe, now has the babe wanting to run. But she cannot, for her mother is pinned beneath him and bearing the brunt of his aggression. Her Grineer mother Nisha is usually so distant and cold, yet the woman whining before her is a stranger to the child. Her father's face appears fearsome and enraged as he slams his body into her jiggling flesh. Her mother's visage begins contorting into an expression of what the little tot can only assume is agony. Kashvi has had enough of this confusing and horrid scene, she scurries back to her crib and shuts her eyes till the sounds stop an hour later.

"...I saw you papa. You were making momma cry! Why were y-you hurting momma? Don't you love her papa?"

Both parents simmer red, ashamed their child stumbled in on their private time. Nisha grabs the back of Ren's head and yanks his ear close for a whisper.

"Argh! Ren you idiot! I am not having this conversation with an 18-month old child! Think of something stupid!"

"Alright, alright, just gimme a sec." Ren contemplates his next few words to Kashvi carefully and moves away from Nisha. He puts his arms out and takes his baby girl from her mother, gazing uncomfortably into her honest face.

"Eh, listen sweetie, your mama and I were just... um... we were, uh... oh! We were just playing a game, yeah that's it!"

"A game?"

Ren rubs his neck and gives Nisha an embarrassed, sideways glance. "Y-yeah honey-bun, we were just playing a little game, honest. Mama was crying tears of joy!"

"Tears of joy? That sounds fun, can I play-"

"No!" Both parents shout reflexively. Nisha turns to Ren who clarifies on their hasty response.

"Sorry baby, but it's a game for mommies and daddies only okay?"

Nisha clears her throat and offers to bathe with Kashvi, trying to dissuade anymore of their curious daughter's questions. Ren agrees and decides to try his hand at some cooking after seeing how late in the afternoon it has become. He passes his little tot back to Nisha and tells her to meet him in the atrium once his two special girls are all gussied up.

Kashvi gripes on the way to the bathroom, insisting she is clean enough. Nisha herself groans, if there is one quirk about her daughter that needs to change it would be her disdain for bathing. The tall Grineer mother clutches the fidgeting toddler in one hand, while attempting to run the bath water.

Nisha sets Kashvi on the pink rug in their large washroom and does the one thing that always seems to captivate the little girl when she gets this rambunctious. Young Kashvi is enthralled by the sight of her mother stripping nude, watching her voluptuous breasts plop free from their confinement. To the little babe, Nisha is the more beautiful of her two mothers, she simply prefers the nurturing warmth that the Grineer's curvy body seems to exude.

As Nisha removes Kashvi's clothes and drops them in a basket, she spots her daughter gawking at her ample rump. She rolls her eyes and hoists the little one up once more before the two take a dip in the warm water. The Grineer sighs, bending her knees to fit and knowing that if her posterior was an inch bigger she would be undoubtedly stuck.

Nisha lets Kashvi move freely since her belly provides some footing for the child to stay afloat. This allows the mother to use both her waterproof synthetic limbs to scrub the squirming child's hair. The bubbles filling the tub and condensation forming around the tiled walls put Nisha at ease, a bit too relaxed however.

She is startled by the sudden screech from her child that kicks her back to reality.

"Oh sorry Kashvi, I should have rinsed off the shampoo sooner." Nisha apologizes, pouring a pail of non-soapy water over the wee one's head. "Better?"

But the small wet-haired babe frowns, shaking her noggin from side to side and still sniffling somewhat.

"What can I do to make it up to you my child?"

Without words, Kashvi points to Nisha's hefty chest.

"Now Kashvi, I told you before you are too big to be nursing from me anymore."

But the toddler ignores her mother's words and forces herself on Nisha's right breast. Kashvi cups the areola with both hands and seals her hungry mouth around that fat, plushy nipple. Nisha tries to gently nudge the babe off at the cheek, but those tiny lips are latched on too tightly.

The huge Grineer just lets out a deep breath of relief as her agitated chest begins secreting milk and the creamy fluid floods Kashvi's taste buds. Nisha's honey gushes out too profusely for the small babe's mouth and it dribbles all over her daughter's chin. There is something about the way Kashvi whimpers while energetically suckling that makes Nisha smile.

The feeding mother shrugs and resumes washing herself with her daughter ravenously gulping down her thick milk with small pauses for air in between. Nisha takes little glimpses below, enjoying how innocent and pure the sensation of nursing feels as opposed to the lewd and perverse milking by Kashvi's father. She cringes in disgust when thinking of how these very same breasts that provided vital nourishment for the babe during her first few months, also milked the seed from Ren during the lovemaking. He would often leave them coated in his essence, though Nisha thoroughly washes herself, the very thought makes her regret that lecherous behavior.

She looks back at Kashvi and laughs as the babe's lips smack off the dripping teat to release a pleased burp.

"Are you full already, Kashvi?"

"No mama, I'm saving room for what papa's making!" The babe proudly states.

"Is that so? Well, let us finish up so we can go have dinner with him, alright?"

A short while later in the atrium, Nisha arrives with her orange messy bob-cut still somewhat damp. At her side, the tiny tot skips merrily past her to the only table in the colosseum-sized room that has plates and utensils laid out. Ren greets the pair, holding a wide dinner plate which a steamy hot haunch of some Earth swine is presented on. The succulent meal is carved by the little chef himself and then passed around on the only two plates placed.

Ren knows how much Nisha loves meat, so he cuts her a sizable chunk, but also puts some steamed vegetables to stop his woman from going full blown carnivore. Kashvi however, will be dining with her mother, though she too exhibits this disapproval of all things green and leafy.

The babe tries to climb onto the bench by herself, but only prevails after her mother helps her up. Nisha sits her daughter on her lap, but a small peep from under her bust reminds the Grineer why this position is inconvenient for her Kashvi.

"Mama! Y-your boobs are crushing me!"

"Sorry Kashvi, I sometimes forget how big they are. Let me just unzip for a second."

Nisha brings her Zariman suit's zipper below her massive orbs, letting her daughter snuggle herself between the soft pair without fear of being squashed by them. Their meal then carries on for a few minutes before Nisha tells Ren he did not bring out any refreshments to wash down the food. Though their little one has found her own refreshment in the form of her mother's chest once more and is firmly locked on the Grineer's gallon of dairy. Nisha gives a vexed groan, stroking the greedy babe as Kashvi begins fondling her other enormous globe out of it's confinement. It bounces free and has Ren holding his fork in mid-air, letting his food fall onto the table. Nisha smacks her daughter's grabby hand and tucks her tit back under her suit to ask if Ren can bring herself something to drink.

"Eh, no can do mama. I'm a little too happy to see you, if you catch my meaning?"

"Ugh, you pervert! And even with your daughter in front of you?"

The small babe cuddles against Nisha's chest pillows, while trying to join the conversation. "Mama, what's a pervert?"

"Hush! Eat your food quietly or you will sit alone!"

Kashvi chews the juicy strips of ham flavored meat while observing her parents arguing about what she can only assume is more adult stuff. Eventually though, Ren does get some drinks and oddly enough the table seems to lower slightly when he leaves. Once the plates are left with mere crumbs, Ren observes his well-fed woman picking her teeth and beams gratified.

He says he will clear the table and wash the dishes, even though Nisha offers to help, Ren tells her not to worry. As Nisha carries the sleepy Kashvi to the atrium's exit, Ren's eyes stare lustfully at that swaying behind. His swelling girth bumps the table once more as the little Tenno looks down at his growing need.

'C'mon Ren, pull yourself together man! What kind of a father pops wood in front of his little girl like that?' Ren mentally chastises himself while washing and putting the dishes in the dryer. 'Fuck, it's not my fault I've been researching all the techniques for this bullshit mastery exam next week. I haven't even touched Nisha since Kashvi last saw us, but that was almost four days ago! My balls feel like they're gonna explode!'

The atrium and kitchen is left as it was before Ren started cooking, the horny boy races off to find his woman. When he reaches the halls of their bedchambers, he almost dashes past Kashvi's room that was built when Banou was six-months in her pregnancy. Ren has made the routine of tucking his daughter in with a kiss every night before bed. But he finds no baby in the crib or anywhere in the room for that matter.

Forgetting his desire for Nisha, he bursts into their own room to ask where their little babe is.

"Shhh, Kashvi is already asleep!" The mother lying in bed whispers with Ren's tiny offspring huddled next to her.

"Awww, Nisha, why is Kashvi here?"

"Why not? She said she wanted to stay with us tonight. Where is the harm in that?"

Ren carefully crawls onto the bed behind the Grineer female, tosses a hand around her waist and whispers back "Because I thought we were gonna get nasty tonight!"

"Well we cannot now, you know how cranky Kashvi gets when she wakes up too early."

"Ugh, seriously? Not even a quickie?" Ren begs.

"No you animal! I am not doing anything lewd while our baby is sleeping next to us!"

But Ren has other plans and is stark naked before Nisha can say otherwise. He squishes her gut in his palms and grinds his hot-hog between her extra-large buns. Nisha's attempts to push him away are useless without her arms that cradle the babe. She just ends up jutting her thick behind out, which Ren accepts gratefully and thrusts his manhood through her soft ass cheeks.

"Nisha I'm lonely, stressed out and I'm not taking no for answer! Just let me get one round in and I'll be done I swear."

"You really are a no good perverted runt, you know that? Go ahead, but just one round unless you wish to sleep alone till Banou comes back?"

Ren embraces Nisha tightly, kissing her back and undressing that bothersome suit of hers. The couple are cautious to ensure they do not disrupt the babe's dreams as she clings to her now naked mother. The boy asks Nisha if she wants some tongue action down south while fondling her immense behind. She can infer from his salivating maw that he would devour her ass like no tomorrow and wistfully declines the tempting offer.

"Fine by me I guess, but don't say I never ask."

"Hold it!" She quietly yells.

"What now?"

Nisha moves her free left hand behind her and beneath the bed sheets to feel the boy's erect member. Her inorganic tissue clasps around his glans, feeling his peeled foreskin and throbbing flesh directly.

"Ren! You are not wearing a condom!"

"Huh? What for? You know you can't get preg- I mean, you know, uh... ah shit..."

"Keeping talking you jerk!" She snarls back."I do not want your disgusting mess spilling anywhere near Kashvi, that is why!"

"Nisha, I didn't mean it like that. You know that has nothing to do with how much I love you?" Ren admits, planting a smooch on her bare back.

The upset Grineer feels Ren's weight disappear from behind and looks to find her mate searching through a drawer. He pulls out a foot-long tail of rubbers and rips one off, putting the rest away. Ren opens the tiny square wrapper and fishes out the latex, prepping the tip to funnel his sperm. He stretches the cum-catcher to its limit, sits on the bed and pulls it over his erection. Though this was the largest size Darvo supposedly had in stock, the cock sock barely covers half his shaft.

Nisha caress her slumbering daughter, trying to ignore the burly and rigid dick spreading her plump bottom apart. Ren mistakenly finds her pucker and prods the backdoor several times, his sheathed tip enters slightly in when Nisha tells him to halt.

"N-not there, not there! Lower!"

"Maybe if you didn't have such a big and sexy ass, this wouldn't be a problem." The boy combats, keeping his voice low.

He navigates his meat with his right hand and steadies himself using her shoulder with his left. The heat and slick fluid from her thighs and glutes tell Ren that he has found her snatch. Nisha controls her breathing to avoid moaning as Ren grunts in relief, his cock burrowing slowly into that velvety canal.

"Oh fuck, I needed this! C'mon woman, stick that ass out more!" The little Tenno proclaims, with a hint of anger in his tone.

His pulsating organ digs far into her innards until the rod is fully engulfed at the hilt and his glans are knocking on her pink doughnut. Nisha's cervix has become plump and tender from all the rough riding and occasional Kubrow style humping, the smallest bump makes the big girl shiver more than ever. Ren knowingly presses his dickhead roughly against the spongy button, annoyed at the significant loss of sensitivity the rubber adds.

He adjusts his mitts before pumping her rump, shielding her back with his chest and clutching her belly. Ren wears an arrogant grin as his hips begin thrusting and his pelvis leisurely slaps her meaty ass. From the way Nisha's cunt grips his cock, she must be just as if not more sexually deprived than he is. The sound of the Grineer's wet hole being stuffed and Ren's heavy breathing fills the silent room.

Nisha pets her little mate's left thigh and presents her trembling, juicy lips. "Slow d-down, my body is jiggling too much! Kashvi will wake up!"

"Argh! But I'm wearing a condom! I need to fuck harder or I can't feel anything!"

"Please, th-think about your daughter for a second!" Nisha pleas while protectively hugging the still babe.

Ren does not argue once Kashvi is brought into the fray and gradually decreases his rhythmic humping. He hears his female thank him and disregards her gratitude with an irritated snort.

"Fine! I'll do it slow for her sake."

"Oh Ren, I p-promise I will make it up to you in the m-morning. Anything you want!"

"A-anything?" He replies, a bit too eagerly.

"...yes, anything."

The boy starts tediously drilling his buxom-and-chunky-assed Grineer spouse in the most mind numbingly slow and gentle love making ever. Nisha assists by lightly pushing back whenever Ren drives his raging mass home. But each glance at Kashvi's calm face, makes the mother feel guilty as she shakes her hips like a beast in heat. Ren on the other hand does not need to deal with facing his child directly and thus jams Nisha's fat pussy without remorse.

The two frisky parents grow hot and sweaty beneath the blanket as their aggressive cuddling drags on for more than an hour. Nisha moans softly, biting her pillow as her first orgasm finally overpowers her resolve. Her rapid breathing threatens to suffocate her baby and she inches Kashvi above her heaving breasts, the movement awakens the babe. Nisha orders Ren to stop, but she is a stuttering fool from just recently cumming and the boy announces he is just a few more strokes from blowing. Ren tells her to distract the child as he thoroughly scoops her insides and his cock throbs wildly for impending release.

"Momma..." The drowsy Kashvi mumbles, her eyes struggling to focus. "Is it morning already?"

"N-no my ch-child, ugh! Go back to be-bed. Nngh!"

"Are you okay mama? Your face is red."

Ren unloads into Nisha, filling the latex with his several days worth of accumulated baby-chowder. But the painfully slow climb to this euphoric high is not without consequences, for the boy's gooey sperm oozes out his urethra instead of exploding forth like a river.

"I-I, ah! I am okay. My little Kashvi, mama loves you so much. Unngh!"

"I love you too mama." The oblivious babe says sincerely and wriggles against her mother's bare baby-feeders without a second thought. Nisha bothers tiny Kashvi with some tender smooches to hold her attention as her vagina strains to massage Ren's ejaculating penis. "Mama stop it, that's enough!"

"J-just a few more k-kisses, please?"

"No! I'm telling papa you're being mean again!" The child claims.

Nisha cannot allow her to escape her embrace and waits for Kashvi to try hollering for Ren. She shoves her nipple into her young daughter's mouth and lulls the baby back to sleep using her soothing voice and warm milk. Kashvi gives a few defiant whines before completely settling down and suckling gently.

Behind her, Ren pulls his soaked cock half-way free and jacks the left over cum into the rubber. He yanks the loathsome condom off, ties it shut and leaves to toss the cum balloon in the garbage. He returns, dressed in a white tank top and blue sweatpants to discover Nisha still nude and happily nursing their daughter. Ren would make love to his Grineer wife all night if he could, but knows he has asked for too much already. The little Tenno lowers the dim lights off and quietly creeps into bed next to Nisha at her left side where Kashvi is. Once the babe's lips let go of her mother's chest, the young parents place their child between them. They both curl their bodies around Kashvi, mashing their lips together before falling asleep themselves.

The next day in the early morning hours, the tiny toddler is diligently reading another story in her own room. Her father seemed oddly giddy today as he burst into the little one's room and gave her quite the start. He sits on his heels to pet the studious toddler's noggin and praise her avid desire for knowledge, but Ren's daughter can see right through his deception. She pushes his hand away and makes a mad baby-dash for the open door. Kashvi only stops waddling when her feet no longer touch the ground and her dad's arms hold her sweetly against his form. She wriggles and puts her tiny mitts between herself and his chest.

"Honey-bun, what's gotten into you?"

She pouts and her gold orbs dart up to face Ren. "Put me d-down, now."

"Now Kashvi, that's not how we talk to daddy. Remember your manners."

Her lips remain curled in silence as she raises her mighty fist once again.

"Sweety, you know what papa's gonna have to do if you keep acting like this."

Despite his light-hearted warning, the little tot timidly shakes her clenched palm as if readying her strike. If it were Nisha or Banou even, this naughty behavior would already have received a stern scolding followed by a spanking. Not Ren though, he could never lay a hand on her no matter how rowdy she got and Kashvi knows it. The toddler continues to order her father to let her go, threatening to do the unthinkable. The Tenno parent just waits for his daughter to cross that line, and after some tense seconds of stillness, she does so. Her little fist taps the tip of his nose, nothing more than a mere poke to the Tenno father.

Seeing that her face shows no indication of regret, he plans to make her sorry for what she has done by the only means Ren knows how. He lifts her body higher and pulls up the baby-blue shirt Kashvi's currently wearing to reveal her tummy. His lips press down on her tender flesh and begin forcibly blowing air. The small youngster is sent into a fit of laughter, kicking and squirming with glee. The boy pauses with a grin and asks if she has had enough, giving her a moment to breathe.

"N-no... don't stop."

"Huh, you really are just like your mama." He notes playfully.

"Ah! Papa!" The babe hollers as Ren induces another uproar of giggles from his kisses on her navel.

Kashvi finally surrenders after almost tinkling herself and tells her father the motive behind her sudden rebellion. Ren is not the least bit surprised at the answer and sets her down with a sigh. Sure enough, the little scamp makes a break for it, prompting her dad to follow like the overprotective parent that he is. Ren walks around the door to pursue his tiny spawn, who is abruptly snatched off the floor once more. Kashvi instinctively rubs her face between the pair of meaty chest puppies belonging to what she thought was her mother, but calms her grab-happy hands upon feeling this stranger's bosom. The woman's blue eyes and short blond hair stun the tot for a second before she recognizes the familiar female Tenno. Kashvi greets the somewhat friendly face and hastily tries to free those ripe melons concealed under a Manduka suit.

"R-Ren! What in the world have you been teaching her?" The flustered woman inquires while attempting to subdue her pint-size molester.

"What, my little baby's just stressed out. Squeezing a nice rack calms her nerves. Calms my nerves too, he-he-he!"

"Yeah? And beating up perverts like you helps calm me down!"

The boy chuckles nervously at the serious implications of an adult fist to his well-being and changes the subject. "So Freya, is it cool with you and Keeva if I dump my little dumpling on you guys for a bit."

"No, but its not like I got a say in the matter anyway. Keeva's been dying to spend some more time with Kashvi. I won't hear the end of it if I tell her I said no." The athletic and brawny woman states.

"Thanks a bunch, I owe you one."

As Freya walks past Ren, his daughter calls out to him. "Papa!"

"Yes my little potato?"

"I know you're gonna go play that game with mama again. Please, be nice to her this time."

Freya shoots a questioning glance at Kashvi's father, though Ren just shrugs and tells the tot not to worry. He waves goodbye to them as they enter an elevator further down the hall. Ren is left standing alone in front of the door where on rare occasions, the original trio manage to catch some sleep.

He prepares to knock when Nisha's voice calls him forward. Within the room, his tall Grineer of a wife lays lazily on that red beanbag chair. A large bag of half eaten chips in one hand and a remote pointing to their concave, wall mounted television screen in the other. Her dull visage and snack crunching maw do not appear interested in his arrival whatsoever. Ren gets close and asks if he can keep her company. The orange-haired Grineer female, dressed in a large Zariman suit of onyx and orange, turns her wide hips on their side and presents that huge caboose to her husband. Ren gets comfortable behind her as he too sinks into the beanbag chair and his embrace squishes her voluptuous figure against his body. Nisha feels his growing lust beginning to press into her thick backside and stops munching to unzip his groin.

"Stop." He says.

"Ren?"

"I know this morning I said I would do all those nasty things to you once Kashvi was outta the way, but now..."

She looks back, puts the T.V. remote down and skims his cheek with her synthetic palm. "Now what? You want me to take the lead instead?"

"No, it's not that. This is gonna sound crazy but, I don't feel like doing it anymore."

"You sure about that Ren?"

He ignores his aching loins and takes her hand from his cheek to clasp it tightly in his own. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"Hey Ren?"

"Yes Nisha?" He responds.

"This is nice. We should do this more often."

"Yeah, we should."

Endnote: It's already established by this point in the storyline, but I do feel the need to mention it to clear any confusion. Ren is officially married to Banou and unofficially wedded to Nisha since the Tenno council would not approve of a recent Grineer defector mingling with one of their own. Whether the Lotus or Tenno council would actually have any say in the matter is really just my own speculation as the personal affairs of the Tenno are never really discussed in depth.

Second Endnote:If Nisha is an only child, she is then technically next in line to inherit the throne of the Grineer Empire. By that logic, wouldn't that make Ren the first future Grineer King so to speak?