Monster mansion
Shizuo felt stupid with all the cameras around the mansion. Already, she was regretting her decision. She'd gotten through the interviews, the face to face meetings and now she was ready to be recorded.
The show was called Monster Mansion. Pregnancy edition. Shizuo didn't want love. She didn't want marriage. She wanted a baby with no strings attached.
The mansion itself wasn't a problem. There were multitude of rooms. Most she wasn't allowed in. Shizuo had been accustomed to ridiculous wealth thanks to her brother. Kasuka was a star. Not that anyone else knew that.
The cameras bothered her. The eyes following her bothered her. The result would be worth it. If she got picked. There were thirty other women in the house. All they had to do was live a life of leisure.
One monster spent the day watching. Come night, that monster would choose the woman to impregnate and the woman would exit the show.
Shizuo groaned, climbing into the harness. They didn't get to see the monster face to face. No. At night they were opened up to a hole in the wall. Thankfully that wasn't shown on camera.
Admittedly the whole show was stupid. The monsters were men in costumes. The only reason she'd gone along with the charade was that the men were virile. Once was enough.
Despite that, Shizuo dressed modestly in a white blouse and black slacks. She was still flaunting herself over national television. The last thing she wanted was to be discovered as Kasuka's big sister.
Her night dress was a white silk slip that pooled at her knees. She was as close to a virgin as possible, but had fooled around a little. Shizuo felt the brush of cool air against her bits. Her legs dangled through the wall.
Shizuo remained still, waiting for the monster to come and play.
Masaomi fisted his cock desperately rutting into his hand. "Fuck. Can you smell that? It's a waiting buffet. So many human women. I can smell virgins."
Mikado shot him a look. "Square root of three. We're not to touch any of them."
Masaomi snorted. "Why? What's different to every other time our great leader has let out our home?"
The monster in question strode into the room. "Because this time, the prize will be our brides."
Mikado bowed as expected. Masaomi was a bit more hastily. "Why now?"
Izaya smiled at him, eyes bright. "These women are here to become pregnant. They don't want love or connection. Their grip on life is weak. They wouldn't be missed."
"So what do we do?" Aoba asked.
"Use your powers, your influence," Izaya instructed. "Look for marks appearing. Keep the 'monsters' away from our chosen. When the time is right. We will receive our reward."
Shizuo didn't get picked the first night. Nor the second, third or fourth. Maybe she'd been too modest. Her attire for dinner had been a tube fitting white dress. The woman at the store had told her she'd have men and women alike eating out of the palm of her hand.
Her swim wear was black. A thick triangle bra that wouldn't be coming off and bikini bottoms that she didn't have to keep plucking off her ass. She talked with a few of the girls, but mostly she kept to herself, bored of conversation and fake attachments.
The most annoying part though was the confessional. A small chapel at the side of the mansion. It was a diary room that was mandatory once a day. Questions were asked. Shizuo answered them and was left to return to the main mansion.
After the tenth night, Shizuo thought that maybe she wouldn't be picked at all. Maybe she'd make it to the end. At least she'd get a cash prize out of it. She'd never thought she was undesirable. She'd had multiple model scoutings.
Shizuo left the confessional for the tenth time. She was getting used to the disappointment of not being picked. With so many women, she doubted her segment would be aired.
Shizuo shivered stepping out into cold air. For summer there was a lot of chilly weather. It felt like an icy cloak settling over her shoulders. Her nipples pebbled, goosebumps spreading over her skin. The cold was a nice change to the heat that hit when she was amongst the others.
On the thirteenth night, Shizuo felt a cold touch on her knee, a hand smoothing up her calf and thigh. She'd been picked. This was it. Shizuo lay back consumed with nerves. She felt the cool touch against her pussy.
Shizuo tipped her head back in a moan. A finger slipped inside her, taking its time. Shizuo wriggled further down into the touch. She tensed at the shadow darkening the room. A flash of red made her stiffen. Her heart beat faster, slick pooling from her sex.
The shadows came alive. Shizuo couldn't take her eyes off the man. No, monster. This was a real monster. Shizuo had never desired anyone like this before. Her core was soaked, her heart thumping. She wanted this monster to touch her.
Then it was gone and Shizuo was alone.
Masaomi cried out, slammed into the floor. "She was going to be picked! You know that."
"I told you to keep the men away. Not to sneak in a touch. You made yourself known."
"As did you!" Masaomi snapped. "You showed yourself."
Mikado perked up. "And? Did she scream in fear?"
"Or did she faint?" Aoba asked.
"Neither," Izaya revealed. "She's a candidate for our bride."
Masaomi beamed, punching the air.
Mikado and Aoba smiled.
"That's the third candidate, right?" Aoba asked.
"Saki, as picked by Masaomi. Anri, as picked by Mikado and Shizu-chan. As picked by me." Izaya smirked. "You're left to pick, Aoba."
Shizuo kept her mouth shut at the confessional. There had been no penetration and mentioning that an actual monster had touched her would draw unwanted attention. She'd be singled out or kicked from the show.
She played the disappointed contestant and left the chapel. The shadows were thicker around her. She wasn't alone. Shizuo wasn't sure why that made her smile.
They were down to the last ten. Shizuo found she wasn't concerned about being picked anymore. Her skin hummed with need. The cold was a comfort, the lust felt like a boon. The shadow never left her side. For once in her life, she felt wanted.
Shizuo pulled herself from the bathtub, the water cooling too quickly for her liking. The mirrored walls had her head whipping to catch the silvery pattern forming over her heart. She couldn't see what it was, but the silvery sheen was unmistakable.
Izaya sat perched on the ceramic tub, watching Shizuo touch her breast, examine the start of the silver bridal binding. He'd made his choice. Mikado and Masaomi had chosen theirs. Only Aoba was left to choose.
He liked that Shizuo wore his mark. Izaya liked that his chosen smiled, lightly touching the mark with the reverence it deserved. He would show her just how much he liked it when he caressed every inch of her soft wanton flesh with his tongue.
He wanted to reach out and take her there and then. Show her his home, not the pathetic stage show the humans had made with their cameras.
With eight left, Shizuo started her day with a knock at the door. Smoothing her hair back and checking her blouse covered the growing mark, she opened the door to one of the crew.
"Great, you're awake," the woman beamed . Shizuo thought it strange she was devoid of an ear piece and only held a notebook in hand.
"Breakfast is in an hour." Shizuo told her pointlessly.
"Look, Shizuo. There's no easy way to say this. You're boring. You're playing it safe. The modesty was cute at first, but this is endgame. We need a story."
Shizuo blinked. "A story?"
"Yes, if you're going to have a chance of getting one of the monsters, you need to draw their interest. At first we were thinking of your distrust of men, maybe you struggled to get pregnant and wanted to try someone more virile. One of the others has the cheating, trauma scenario. So we were thinking. You're untouchable."
"What?" The word fell from her lips, clueless at what was happening.
The woman continued to ramble. "So, we know The Kasuka Hanejima is your younger brother. So we're going with the dramatic reveal. You're the older sister trapped in your brother's shadow. Maybe your brother is overprotective and no one matches up."
Shizuo gaped at the woman in horror. "What? No! I'm not using my brother like that!"
The crew member scoffed. "Why exactly do you think you were chosen for the show? You're on national television. The audience needs drama."
Shizuo shook her head. "No."
"Be on set in forty five minutes." The woman spoke in clipped tones, her heels taking her though the door.
Shizuo lashed out, punching the nearest wall, a scream tearing from her throat. She stared at the crumbling plaster and the hole in the wall.
Izaya heard the first scream of their queen. His bride to be. Aoba, Masaomi and Mikado dropped to their knees, recognising their new sovereign.
"That was quick," Masaomi muttered shocked.
"Congratulations, Izaya-sama." Mikado smiled. "She'll be ready for claiming soon."
Izaya acknowledged the praise. "Aoba, have you chosen?"
"Not yet, Izaya-sama." Aoba bowed his head. "I feel I'm too young this time around."
"Then it's just me and Mikado." Masaomi grinned.
"How are your candidates?" Izaya queried.
"Saki shows no sign of abnormal abilities. She does have a gold marking over her heart."
"Anri has developed an alter ego. One that craves love and likes swords."
"And mine has awakened her sovereign gift. Now to see why."
Izaya found Shizuo staring agape at the wall. His wall with a hole in it. Tears stained her cheeks, but her eyes…those blazed with anger. Beautiful, all consuming anger.
"A-are you there?" Shizuo asked hesitantly, voice small. "Are you there, monster mine?"
Izaya felt a thrill, warmth surrounding his dark heart. He reached out, resting his hand over her chest. Her mark glowed.
Shizuo smiled, although marred with tears. Izaya didn't like it, wanting to kiss away the salty mess, tasting her anyway he could.
"Thank you," she murmured. "I can't do this much longer. I can't stay. They plan to use my brother against me. I won't ruin his reputation."
Leave? Izaya dug his nails in deep. Shizuo winced in pain. She wouldn't be going anywhere. If the humans were the problem, then he would make them a non issue.
Izaya left her alone, for now. He rejoined his own cluster in one of the untouched rooms. The ones he'd said were off limits.
"The humans play their games." Izaya told them.
Mikado nodded. "They spin their stories."
"Forcing our brides to lie." Masaomi spat.
"Like they do with every show." Aoba added.
"Shizu-chan plans to leave."
"So does Saki."
"Anri destroyed her room."
"What do we do?"
Izaya smiled his cruel intentions. "We claim them. Tonight, two of the contestants expect monsters between their legs. Tonight you will claim your brides. Run Interference on the men that take our forms. Tomorrow, I claim my bride. Aoba, the rest are yours to do with as you see fit."
Shizuo sucked in a ragged breath. Two more contestants gone. There had been a double fucking. That took the numbers to six. The spot light was focused on them, more than ever. Shizuo stuck out like a sore thumb.
She entered into the chapel, only to find the confessional had been vandalised. Shizuo smiled, quickly scrubbing it from her face.
"No interviews tonight. Return to your room." One more day. She'd spared her brother humiliation for one more day.
The touch was unexpected. Shizuo jolted, dropping the book she'd been reading. She'd been too relaxed. Someone had a firm grip on her thighs, pulling her close. The mark on her chest glowed. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation.
Her monster. Her monster was finally back to take what was his. Shizuo gasped, back arching, feeling every thick inch slide into her with ease. It was like they were meant to be.
Shizuo moaned feeling him retreat, thrusting back for more. She felt his hips jerk back and forth, driving himself as deep as he could go. But he was not a man. Shizuo felt him expand inside her, his cock becoming more, stretching all the way to her womb.
She felt his seed. A potent gush that flooded her uterus. Pregnant. She was pregnant. Shizuo wept with joy.
She was cleaned up. Checked over by the doctor and ushered into one last interview. It was short and sweet with no mention of her brother.
Shizuo packed her backs, taking off her mic. The mansion was lovely. It was a shame about the humans.
One of the crew members awaited her. "This way." A cheeky looking blond grinned. He led her into a taped area, a no go zone. "Come on."
Shizuo frowned, following the crewman up the winding staircase. He led her to the next wing and into a lavish bedroom. "Congratulations, Shizuo-sama."
The man left. Shizuo frowned. "What did he mean by that?"
"Masaomi means you're my queen. I claimed you. I can't have you leave your new home on the word of humans."
The speaker looked human. Average, lithe, black hair, deadpan expression. His body language and bright red irises held something more. This was her shadow, the one that had been watching her. The one that made the silver mark across her breasts light up.
"You're the father of my child." Shizuo acknowledged.
"I am. You're my queen, Shizu-chan. This is your home now."
"Who are you?" She had so many questions.
"Izaya Orihara, boogeyman, demon lord. I live here with my cluster. Mikado is with his bride. You just met Masaomi. Aoba is keeping an eye on the humans."
His bride was skittish. Izaya stayed seated, letting her get her head around who he was and her new role. "You are pregnant." He revealed, since that was why she'd gone along with the human farce in the first place. "I should forewarn you, you'll be having twins at a minimum. It should be a rather easy birth."
Shizuo's hands went to her lower belly. "Twins?" She breathed.
Izaya smiled. His queen seemed pleased with that. Good. "Come, join me."
His queen was hesitant at first. Only natural given the situation. She straightened to her full height, striding over to him.
Izaya took her hand, allowing him to join her in his window nook. The sky was still the dark of night. Although daylight was fast approaching.
"This is the smaller bedroom. I thought perhaps the master bedroom would be too much for you right now."
Shizuo glanced at him, turning away to stare out of the window. "The scale of wealth doesn't faze me. My brother offered to buy me a mansion."
"You're close with your brother?"
"Not really." Shizuo shrugged, curling a lock of hair behind her ear. Izaya leaned forward happy to do it for her. She tensed at his touch, relaxing when the silver mark glowed in a faint light. "He's the only family I have."
Izaya kept his thoughts to himself. The brother would be baggage he'd have to deal with.
Shizuo squeezed his hand. "Kasuka is my younger brother. I got scouted as a model but I don't have the best temper. He took my place and has been an idol, actor and model. He wants to buy me a mansion where I can live a life of leisure. The crew here were right. No one can touch me. My brother buys them off, or violates their privacy with background checks. I want to live my own life, with my own family."
Izaya raised her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her skin. "That's what you have. Our home, our children. I'm not going to be chased off because of a human."
Shizuo liked the master bedroom. The bed was a four poster monstrosity with a mattress made from angels' wings. Cushions and pillows adorned the room. It was all the warmth and comfort she could ever need. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
"Do you like it?" Izaya asked kissing her cheek.
"I love it." Shizuo took his hand leading him to the bed.
"Shizu-chan?"
Shizuo smiled at the concern in her monster's voice. "I want you."
"You have me." Izaya's arms circled her, holding her gently against his chest. Shizuo relaxed against him.
"Do we count you fucking me as our wedding night?"
Izaya kneeled before his queen. She'd offered to pleasure him first. There was plenty of time for that later. He sat her on the edge of the bed, naked for him. Spreading her luscious thighs, he kneeled, eyeline with Shizuo's delicious pussy.
His queen was nervous. That was to be expected, but it wouldn't do to have her sovereignty challenged. He'd make sure she stood tall and fearless. She'd be beautiful and unstoppable.
Izaya pressed the flat of his tongue against her labia, resting his hands on Shizuo's quivering knees. His queen was sensitive, deliciously so. Raising his eyes to meet her blushing face, Izaya feasted.
Spent. Shizuo couldn't come anymore. Izaya eased her back against the mattress, his cock gliding into her. It was so much better with nothing between them.
Shizuo clung to her husband, fingertips pressed into his back. He held her just as tightly, hips flexing to drive his cock into her sweet spot.
Izaya flooded her with his juices, taking her over the edge over and over. Her muffled cries became screams of Izaya's name. There was no need to beg or plead. Whatever she asked for, he granted.
Shizuo noted that the film crew packed up sharply. She didn't know who had won the contest and she didn't particularly care. She'd spent the day lazing around in bed, awaiting the sun to get lost.
The moment it dipped beneath the horizon in one laser light flash, Shizuo was up and dressed. She wasn't quite ready to meet the cluster but her mood had calmed since the crew had gone and Izaya once again had full control of his house.
For the first time, Shizuo felt comfortable in the dining room. Without the cameras and crew, the room felt larger and more luxurious.
Shizuo was the last to enter the room, with Izaya at her arm. She was met with cheers from a small group bowed at the knee.
"So much for decorum." Izaya sighed. "Shizu-chan, this is Aoba, Masaomi and Mikado. Saki is Masaomi's bride and Anri is Mikado's."
The other contestants. The two chosen before it was her turn. She liked how Mikado and Masaomi ushered their brides to the table, acting like gentleman.
Izaya led her to the head of the table, where she sat next to him. Her hand rested in his, their fingers entwined. Shizuo marvelled as strange figures with blue scarfs loaded the table with a feast. An amazing spread for for four demons and three hungry, pregnant humans.
End