A/N: A warning if you're squeamish: the lemon in this chapter is borderline non-con.

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I felt better once I had filled my stomach, and the pain in my groin had faded enough over the course of the meal that I was able to walk back to the room on my own two feet, but I spent the rest of the day doing as little as possible. I felt fine the next day, but the pain resurfaced whenever I spread my legs too far apart - which just so happened to be every time I had to step over the benches in the cafeteria. All our friends thought that Kanda had fucked me so hard that I had gotten hurt, and while that was an embarrassing theory, it was several thousand times less embarrassing than the truth, so I wasn't about to correct them.

The pain had completely disappeared by the end of the third day, and it was no surprise that Kanda chose that night for us to have sex. Ever since we'd learned I was pregnant, he'd had trouble keeping his hands off me, yet he had managed to hold himself back for the last few days while I was recovering. It had clearly taken a lot of effort on his part, so while I didn't particularly want to let him see my changed groin, I pushed those feelings of embarrassment aside for him.

Kanda had become a lot more tender and loving in bed since our marriage - whether that was because of our marriage or because I was pregnant, I didn't know or care - but after holding himself back for so long, his old domineering style resurfaced. Not that I minded. We were both well aware that I had masochistic tendencies and that I liked it rough just as much as I liked it when he was gentle.

As soon as we were alone in our bedroom that night, Kanda captured my lips in one of those fierce kisses of his that made me feel like he was trying to eat me. I grew dizzy from a lack of air as his tongue plundered my mouth, leaving me only slightly aware of the fact that his hands were undressing me. By the time he let go and allowed me to breathe, I was wearing nothing but my shirt, which he wasted no time in pulling over my head.

I was still struggling to regain control of my breathing when he began kissing me again. I tried to fight back, but the lack of oxygen made it rather difficult. My fingers clawed randomly at his body, trying to find purchase on his shirt, only to belatedly realize that he had already stripped himself of his clothes.

Kanda grabbed my thighs, lifting me up and guiding me into wrapping my legs around his waist. We both moaned deeply at the contact, but while I was reacting to the feeling of our growing erections rubbing together, Kanda was enjoying the feeling of my bulging belly pressing firmly against his well-toned stomach.

He carried me to the bed, setting me down and situating me fully on the mattress before he climbed on top of me. He pinned my hands beside my head and he positioned his knees alongside my thighs, keeping my legs firmly pressed together as I had a tendency to kick when he got rough.

I might not have noticed it otherwise, but with my thighs pushed together like that, I became very aware of a slight dampness seeping from my groin. It was a very strange and off-putting feeling, but I wasn't given the chance to react to it or even wonder what it was. As soon as I was positioned the way Kanda wanted, he leaned down and took my right nipple in his mouth. I squirmed and cried out as he played with the sensitive nub and the tender flesh around it; my pregnancy had made that part of my body a very easy target.

Pain and pleasure coursed through my body as he nipped and sucked, and as I tried to escape his hold, I once again became aware of the dampness between my legs. I was wetter than I was before he began playing with my nipple.

There was a slight bit of panic at the realization, but when Kanda switched to teasing my left nipple and a new wave of pleasure coursed through me, I suddenly understood. That strange dampness was coming from my vagina; I was wet because that's what happens to female parts during sex.

That thought was so disturbing that I decided my only way to cope with it was to stop the sex, but when I found my voice and asked Kanda to stop, that only spurred him on. He trailed his tongue along my skin, up my neck, where he began to tease that sensitive spot at my jawline. In retrospect, that was something I should have known would happen. It took a lot to stop Kanda once he got started, and I was far too incoherent to muster that kind of strength.

The feeling of being wet down there was still beyond strange, but at least it was a lot easier to deal with now that I knew what it was. I was able to ignore it and just focus on the feelings of pleasure that came from Kanda touching me.

He worked his way back down my chest, stopping occasionally to mark spots along the way. His hands eventually freed mine, letting go as he began to focus all his attention on my belly. I moaned deeply as he caressed my stretched skin, fisting my hands into the sheets at the intense pleasure that came from his ministrations.

I knew what was coming next; the only step remaining was for Kanda to thrust into me. And as he finally moved his knees, forcing me to spread my legs instead of squeezing them closed, I wondered if he was going to stretch me first like he'd been doing lately, or if he was going to go back to his old way of just taking me.

I got my answer just a few seconds later as he hitched my right leg over his shoulder and thrust into me without preparing me first.

I threw my head back and screamed at the feeling of his length filling me. A few stray tears escaped as I shouted every curse word I could think of inside my head. Kanda had used the wrong hole. His dick was inside my vagina.

I did not want that to happen. I wanted to pretend I was still male and ignore the female parts of my body. I thought Kanda knew that. I thought he knew that I didn't want to be taken vaginally. It both scared and confused me that he had done so.

And those feelings only grew stronger the more he thrust into me. The sensation of his length moving inside my new slick passage only made me feel worse. It felt so very wrong to have him touch me like that.

For the second time that night, I tried to get Kanda to stop what he was doing. I did better at it this time, I was completely coherent now that I was no longer enjoying what was happening, but it still didn't work. No matter how much I kicked and screamed at him, he never faltered in his rhythm. And that only made me even more frustrated. In the end, I resigned myself to waiting until he finished. After all, it wouldn't be much longer before he reached his end.

Resigned to my fate, I lay back and stared at the ceiling while I waited for Kanda to finish. It was incredibly uncomfortable listening to the wet squelching sounds that accompanied his thrusts into my passage, and the noises that came from him kissing my neck were accompanied by a heavy breathing that I wasn't used to noticing. It all served to make me even less aroused.

But before it got too awkward, Kanda's breath hitched, and it was followed by a low moan as he released inside me. The feeling of his seed filling my vagina made me squirm; it felt the same as always and yet so different that I could barely stand it. But it didn't matter now. The sex was over. In just a few seconds, Kanda would have recovered enough to pull out of me, and then I would be free to have words with him. Or to take a long, hot shower and try to pretend that this whole thing never happened.

I felt gross. Disgusting and used. Even back when I thought Kanda was using me for sex, I had never felt like that before. Not even when he would coerce me into sucking him off. I had always wanted and enjoyed sex with him prior to that night.

And that's when the pregnancy hormones kicked in.

As Kanda pulled out of me, I found myself sobbing uncontrollably. He blinked at me, obviously startled by the sudden flood of tears. "Moyashi? What's wrong?"

Attempting to talk only made me cry harder, and it was all I could do to shake my head at him and try to convey that it was nothing. He didn't buy it, if the intensely worried look on his face was anything to go by, and he began caressing my belly. "Is it the baby? Is she hurting you?"

The concern in his voice only made me feel even worse, which in turn made me cry harder. Kanda leaned down to kiss my belly, and as he did, his hand drifted toward my groin. I didn't think anything of it; I was too busy trying to stop the tears, until his hand bumped against my flaccid length.

Time seemed to stop as Kanda's eyes lit up with understanding. He looked absolutely mortified, and that was an emotion I never thought I would see him show. "Did I hurt you?"

The question was unexpected and it stunned my tears into stopping. It was way too weird to see Kanda feeling bad over hurting me. I didn't know how to respond. Because while the sex hadn't hurt physically, which was what Kanda was asking about, it had definitely hurt emotionally.

Taking my lack of response as a 'yes', Kanda lay down beside me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd prepared you enough that it wouldn't hurt when I took your virginity."

I blinked at him, beyond confused by his words. "What are you talking about? You took my virginity years ago."

He stared at me for a moment, his face echoing the look on mine. But then Kanda became angry, and he swore fiercely under his breath. "Damn Komui. He said he talked to you."

"Talked to me about what?"

Kanda gave me a strange look, but it passed as he sighed in resignation. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, clearly uncomfortable with looking at me while he explained whatever it was Komui was supposed to have told me. "You're pregnant. But you've only had a vagina for a few days and it had never been touched before tonight. If Central were to get curious and do their own tests on you, they'd have discovered that and then we'd have been in a lot of trouble. In order to avoid that, we had to have sex as soon as possible after your vagina opened so that you wouldn't be a virgin anymore."

That was a lot of information to take in, but I at least now knew where he'd gotten the idea that he was taking my virginity. It made sense, and it certainly explained why he had taken me in that way, but it didn't do much for making me feel better.

"Anyway, I thought you already knew that, so I didn't bother talking about it beforehand. I thought you'd like it better if it was spontaneous." Kanda leaned in close and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

I was torn between letting out my anger and being touched by the concern and remorse Kanda was showing for me. Of course, being six months pregnant, my hormones decided for me. I began crying once again.

Kanda pulled me into a comforting hold, and I buried my face in his chest and clung to him while I cried. He kissed my temple and whispered soothing words until I calmed down enough to speak. "You didn't hurt me. Not in the way you're thinking, anyway. God, Yuu, I was so scared. I didn't know what was happening or why you had chosen to do that to me. And that just made me even more scared. I was more frightened of you than I had ever been before. Please, Yuu. Please promise that you won't do it again."

I was crying again by the time I was done, and I knew from the way Kanda had stiffened at my request that he was going to deny it. Vaginal sex was going to become like oral sex: it was going to be something we did because he liked it, and it didn't matter what my feelings towards it were.

But contrary to my expectations, Kanda actually explained what he was thinking instead of just saying no. "I'm sorry I scared you, Moyashi, but I won't agree to that. We have to do it at least once more. I'm positive that if you try it again, you'll like it. It'll be better now that you understand it."

I stared angrily at him before I decided that it wasn't worth arguing with him. It was a fight that I wasn't going to win. "Fine. Just get it over with."

Kanda stared at me as I rolled onto my back and splayed out, waiting for him to go ahead and take me. He was clearly doubting the sincerity of my agreement, but he decided to take advantage of the situation.

As Kanda knelt over me, his mouth went to work on my collarbone while his strong fingers began pinching and teasing my nipples. Despite my reluctance for what I knew was coming, it felt so good to be touched like that that I quickly dissolved into a moaning, writhing mess.

This time around, I wasn't distracted by the sensation of growing wet, and I remained so out of it that I wasn't aware of what Kanda was doing until after he had buried his shaft inside me. And as embarrassing as it was to admit to, he was right, I did like it. It was awkward at first, but it didn't take long for us to find a rhythm, and once we did, I was screaming louder than I'd ever screamed before. Every single one of his thrusts into my passage filled my body with so much pleasure that I couldn't keep it inside. The orgasm that followed was without a doubt the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

It wouldn't even be the most intense of that night though. Because Kanda had been proven right, and that meant that we were far from done with the sex that evening. He rode me until I passed out from exhaustion and pleasure, having been through so many mind blowing orgasms that I had lost my voice and my limbs felt like limp noodles.