I gazed around the bedroom, at its now bare white walls. The movers had packed up all of my belongings, along with poor Galaxy, who was probably squawking for me inside the limo sent to pick Droite and I up. It was weird, seeing my room this way once again. Saddened me, really, to know that I would most likely never come back to this place. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and I wiped them away, trying to keep my mood under control. Barely managing to slam down my emotions, I turned to look out the window, now revealed since the blackout curtains had been removed.
The street below had three cars resting on top of its black surface. Two of the vehicles were vans, which were being loaded with the last few things from my house. The other was the limo, where Droite stood next to it, speaking to the butler that had been driving the long, impractical car. I sighed to myself, resting my hand on my stomach.
I turned away, going back to the dresser. Its empty drawers were now light, without any clothing inside them. I had tucked away the business card inside the first drawer, which I reached into to search out the item. I found it lodged between the panels that held the drawer together, and I pulled it out, stuffing it into the back pocket of my jeans. Even though it was barely there, the weight of the card reminded me of the secret that I had yet to tell Droite, and I swallowed hard.
There was a knock on the door, and I turned around to face my wife, who gazed back at me with a slightly concerned look. I only smiled, coming to her and wrapping my arms around her. With my head pressed to her sternum, listening to the unsteady beat of her heart, I relaxed as her own arms caged me against her. Together, we stood like that, just feasting off of the other's warmth, until Droite's butler came to get us.
Hands interlocked, Droite and I went down into the living room, gazing around one last time. The furniture had been recovered in plastic, as to keep dust off of them and keep them in pristine condition. I tried to be happy, but it was difficult; I honestly didn't want to leave, but I had no other choice, no matter how I looked at it. Droite saw that I was beginning to lose my cheerful facade and dragged me outside, the butler shutting the door and locking it behind us.
I looked over my shoulder, even as I climbed into the limo. Gripping my jeans, I watched the house disappear as we began to move away, down the road and towards Droite's house. She sat across from me, and she placed her hands over mine, rubbing my knuckles as the damn pregnancy hormones took over and made me sob my brains out.
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"Wow, so you're moving in with the clan?" Was Vector's first words as he took a box from one of the moving trucks and trotted down to the front door. I gave him a glare, annoyed at the tone his voice was taking; it was like he wanted to listen in on every detail of mine and Droite's lives.
"I have no choice, you bastard," I gritted out, carrying my bird's cage in one hand and my desk lamp in the other. The orange-haired kid just smirked creepily and ran inside, going up the grand staircase and disappearing into a hallway. I hoped he didn't break whatever was in that box he was carrying, considering he had a reputation of falling all over the place.
Droite laughed, gently tugging me aside and pinning me up against the wall to give me a deep kiss, in front of all the staff and movers. The maids couldn't help but squeal, the butlers made noises of disgust, and the movers made no reaction whatsoever. I smiled into the kiss, feeling slightly uncomfortable under all the attention, but nevertheless feeling the love that my wife held for me. She pulled away, then dropped her mouth to my ear.
"Tonight I will ravish you," she hissed in our native language, dragging her tongue over my pierced lobe before moving away to help with the process of getting my belongings into our shared room. Warmth flooded my center and I growled, wanting her right this second. But unfortunately, we had work to do, which wasn't exactly helping my now-aroused state.
I couldn't help out very much. Lifting things wasn't recommended for pregnant women, so I just went up to the room given to Droite and I to unpack things. The room was absolutely huge; probably the size of my old house, back in Japan, at least. A king-sized bed covered in dark fabric, a large window covered in thick blue curtains, and a fireplace. Among other furniture, the place was just... gigantic. I placed Galaxy's cage in a corner, on a table, and he chirped in curiosity, gazing around the room.
"I know, I know, you want to explore," I said, going to a random box and taking out some of my clothing. "But I have to ask Droite's mom before I let you have free time." At his sad look, I frowned, knowing that he was trying to persuade me into letting him out anyway.
A few more boxes later and the movers dismissed themselves. Droite came into the room, locking the door behind her. I smirked, placing my clothes in the extra-large dresser as she came over to me and took me into her arms. Her hips met my ass and I hissed, feeling heat waves swallow my stomach whole.
"Now now, Droite," I began, putting my composure back together even though she was now nipping at my neck and trying to mark me again, "A good girl waits for her turn."
"I've waited long enough," she whispered hotly into my ear, taking my lobe into her mouth and somehow managing to unlock my earring from my skin. I listened to the clank of the fake metal as it hit the wooden floor, and she proceeded to remove the other one in the same fashion. Gently, I pushed her away, making it seem like I was too busy to pay mind to her.
I put my laptop and its charger on top of yet another table, making sure to exaggerate my movements to drive Droite crazy. It was almost seven in the evening, I realized suddenly and without reason. That meant that dinner was close to being finished, and we'd be called down at any time; even if we got into it now, we'd still have to go and eat before Cecilia and Vector got suspicious and came to look for us.
I'd much prefer to avoid that situation.
Droite advanced towards me, not being subtle whatsoever as she grabbed my breasts, her arms looping around me from behind. I groaned, placing my hands over hers, heat searing through my body as she massaged me, her mouth sucking hard on my neck. A quiet moan came from my lips before I could stop it, and I reached down with one of my hands, ready to unzip my jeans and just take her on the spot.
But then someone knocked on the door. "Mistress, dinner is ready." It must have been a maid, for the voice was a quiet, fearful female tone. Droite mumbled a couple of curses into my shoulder and her grip slackened, allowing me to, unfortunately, slip from her grip and straighten out my outfit.
"Ten minutes," she grumbled, making me smile. "Ten minutes at dinner and then I'm dragging you back up here and fucking you senseless."
My smile turned into a sexy smirk. "Sounds like a plan."
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Hell, we barely lasted ten minutes. We hurriedly finished our chicken and mashed potatoes, then excused ourselves from the table. Cecilia had given us knowing looks, stomping on Vector's foot underneath the table when he began to snicker, smiling at us like a creepy pervert. I had glared at him strongly, making a side note to tell Rio to control that bastard better, before having Droite pull me out by the sleeve and up the stairs.
Droite could barely contain herself as she pushed me backwards into the room, practically ripping off my hoodie and tank top as we went inside. After locking the door, she gripped my face and pulled me into a long, passionate kiss, her tongue inside my mouth and gently toying with mine. I groaned, unzipping my jeans and pushing them down my hips.
It didn't matter that I was pregnant or that I felt bigger than a whale; Droite was still very much in love with me no matter how I looked. She proved that by running her hands all over my skin, setting fire wherever her palms touched. At the thought, I smiled, feeling a tug towards the fireplace.
"How about," I started, before she tried kissing me again, "you activate the fireplace and we can have sex on the rug over there."
"Sounds romantic." Droite went over to the fireplace, taking her damn sweet time in putting the wood inside and setting the fuel aflame. The warmth spread into the room, setting the place aglow in the darkness. I smiled, my heart racing as I joined Droite in front of the flames, my hand finding hers and interlocking our fingers.
Turning to me, she dragged me forward and pressed her lips to mine, lowering me down to the green and red rug beneath us. I busied myself with getting her black blouse off of her as she pulled my sports bra over my head, somehow, and tossed it aside. Apparently not having the patience for me to take off her clothing for her, she simply shimmied out of her leggings and blouse, throwing them to god knows where.
"Want to try the strap-on again?" she questioned in a rough tone. I moaned as her hands pressed into my breasts, kneading them gently as she waited for my reply.
I choked out, "Yes," before falling into a puddle of heat at the combination of the pleasure of her touching me and the warmth coming from the fireplace. She smirked, leaning down to push her tongue into my mouth for a few seconds before pulling away completely and leaving me, almost fully nude and panting in desire. I watched her as she went to her dresser, pulling out the same device and thong she had used on me to get me pregnant.
Rubbing my thighs together, I bit my lower lip and moaned in need, wanting her so badly. Droite gazed over her shoulder, her orange eyes intense in the light from the fire. She slipped out of her bra and panties before getting into the harness, sliding the small nob into her body with a groan. Gripping the rug underneath me, I spread my legs wide as she came over, the violet rubber thing catching my eye and making me fly to the edge and stay there.
Droite knelt between my legs and dragged my panties off with her teeth. Along with my socks and whatever else I had on, she simply tugged everything off and placed her mouth roughly on me. I moaned, moving my hips against her lips, hoping to get her tongue inside of me. But she refused, and I was growing more and more frustrated with each moment that passed. Growling, I pushed her head up, glaring strongly at her.
"Fuck me, goddammit," I hissed, and she smirked. With a sexy giggle, she flipped me onto my stomach, and I positioned myself on my hands and knees in order to keep my weight off of the baby bump. Soon, she had pushed that rubber thing into me and I cried out loudly, clutching the carpet.
She wasted no time getting to a quick pace, turning on the vibration way before I figured she would. The sensations once again overloaded my system and I soon found myself shifting my hips back to meet hers. My hands were wrapped in the rug's fabric, moans making their way out of my mouth. I couldn't help it; the pleasure was so overwhelming, I could barely handle it. Droite was on the edge as well, for her moans were climbing in pitch. I gazed over my shoulder at her, reaching back to grab the hand that was on my hip. Her eyes were so bright in the light of the fire, it was like her irises were fire. It was all at once frightening and beautiful. The mere sight of her gazing down at me like that took me over the edge and I cried out as I came.
The contractions felt weird as hell, but I simply slumped forward. Droite kept us connected, moving slowly now but still going. Sensitive and feeling exhausted, I sprawled out on the rug, feeling Droite move to accommodate the new position. She kissed my neck gently, pressing her teeth into my shoulder, as she continued to thrust.
Pleasure was slowly building again, with the odd angle that the rubber thing was penetrating me at. I held onto Droite's hands, feeling her pace get all weird and her breath getting heavier. Moaning quietly, I bent my head to the side as much as possible in order to kiss her, which was a huge feat within itself considering how we were right now. She pulled out of me quickly, turning me onto my back and entering me once more. Leaning forward, lowering her body onto mine, I locked my arms around her and brought my knees up, pressing my heels into her thighs. I gazed into the fire as I felt her move, her breathing continuing to get heavier.
"Kai, baby," she moaned into my shoulder. I sighed, feeling her breasts pressing into mine. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, my butterfly," I replied in between gasps of air. Her mouth found the side of my neck and she bit down, sucking hard as she plunged off the edge. Shuddering, she came to a stop, the vibrations keeping the orgasm going as she clung to me. I clutched her close, feeling her go through the sensation overload for a while before she finally slackened and simply collapsed into my arms.
The vibration was still going, the nobs on the base of the rubber shaft pressing against me. I was slowly coming to yet another orgasm, and as I did, I began to move my hips back and forth in a lazy fashion. Droite was panting on top of me, trying to get any energy back, but I was too far gone to realize that she was pretty much done for the moment. Moaning, I pushed my face into her hair and bit her earlobe gently, telling her how much I loved her. I heard her sigh in content as I finally brought myself to the peak and sent my body into shudders, my mind being taken over by a pitch black that had nothing to do with nighttime.
I came to a few moments afterward, with Droite looking down at me. She had stopped the vibration coming from the strap on, but it still remained inside of me. Her smile was radiant as she brushed some of my bangs out of my eyes. Pecking my lips, she pulled out and got out of the harness, pushing the device away, pretty much underneath a chair close by. Then she lay beside me, pulling me into her arms. I smiled, yawning and watching the fire for a few moments.
"Let's go to bed," I murmured tiredly. "This isn't a good place for me to sleep, you know."
"Aw, alright." She pulled me into her arms, taking me to the bed and laying me in the thick sheets. Joining me, she cuddled up against me, curling her head into my chest. I hugged her tightly, my heartbeat slowing.
Even though we were in such a good place right now, I couldn't help but think that something was on the horizon. What that something was, I didn't know, but I hoped it wasn't too big of a hurdle. Yawning, I shut my eyes, allowing sleep to consume me.
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