NO REST FOR THE WICKED
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: WE'RE HAVING WHAT!?
By: (PLATINUM KUSH)
"Three heads, six hands, six legs, three heartbeats. Three heads, six hands, six legs, three heartbeats. Three heads, six hands, six legs, three heartbeats. Oh. My. God."
CURVE BALLS, "LIFE"
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Viola Shizuru had always been confident about her appearance. Why wouldn't she be? Her beauty was often times indescribable. Mere words such as gorgeous or stunning didn't seem to do her any justice.
But she didn't feel beautiful at the moment as she stared at her mostly naked reflection in the mirror of Natsuki's bathroom. Clad in only a pair of fancy lingerie and a matching bra, her body, more specifically her belly, was bare for all the world to see.
She was only about eight or nine weeks along, but she was already beginning to show significantly. Her belly wasn't the flat, smooth expanse of skin it had been before.
It was round and hot to the touch. If she turned to the side the change was obvious, already it was beginning to bulge over her waistline, which had also expanded. Her hips were widening, her breasts growing bigger by the day.
Yes, her figure was blossoming. Yes, her skin was beginning to attain that 'pregnancy glow' many women raved on about. Yes, being a mother was something to be happy and excited about.
But she couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about her rapidly changing appearance, and not to mention the strain it put on her young body.
The breathlessness, the tenderness in her breasts, the fatigue, the constipation, the frequent urination…
Her fingers ghosted over her belly. It was hot to the touch and incredibly soft. It was hard to believe she was carrying another life inside of her still. It all seemed too surreal.
"Shizuru?"
The brunette snapped out of her trance and covered herself as best as she could with only her arms. She suddenly felt like she was about to cry. She didn't want Natsuki to see her like this. What if she was disgusted with what she saw?
What if she didn't think she was beautiful anymore? What if she didn't want to touch her anymore, kiss her, hug her, love her?
"Shizuru?" Natsuki called again, worried now. "Is everything okay?"
No, everything was not okay. She was getting fat. Her appetite was far from lady-like. She couldn't keep anything down. She was bloated, constantly in pain from the strain her belly put on her back.
"I'm coming in, okay?"
No, she didn't want Natsuki to see her! She quickly locked the door with a muffled sob, and leaned against it heavily as she was suddenly wracked with insecure thoughts.
She slid down to the cold floor and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and burying her face into the soft skin of her arms.
"Shizuru?!" Natsuki's voice was incredibly worried now. Her fists beat against the doorframe in her desire to get inside. "Open the door."
"No," Shizuru moaned, "Please go away."
"You know that isn't going to happen," Natsuki replied earnestly, "Why are you crying, Shizuru?"
"Because I'm hideous." Shizuru almost spat the word out, startling herself at such a display of ferocity. "I'm fat and I'm disgusting!"
Natsuki's weight momentarily disappeared from the door. Shizuru felt her heart sink. Had she scared the girl away with her sudden mood swings? But before she could blame herself for Natsuki's equally sudden departure, the doorknob jingled.
It continued to do so for a few moments before the door suddenly creaked open, and Natsuki's slender form tumbled in after a miscalculation of her weight against it.
The tool in which she used to pick the lock fell from her grasp and skirted across the marble floor, already forgotten.
Shizuru gasped as she was swept into her strong arms and cradled against an equally strong chest. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her own arms rose to wind around Natsuki's neck.
"Don't ever call yourself such horrible things." Natsuki growled. "You could never be anything but perfect to me. Why would you even think like that?"
She gestured to her body. "Can't you see? I'm-"
"Stop it!"
Natsuki's arms tightened around her. Her eyes widened; Natsuki had never raised her voice at her before. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world to me. Your body's changing, yes, but that's only because it's working to bring someone just as beautiful as you into the world."
She peeled herself back from Natsuki's chest so she could look into her eyes. She was baffled with what she saw. There were tear tracks on Natsuki's cheeks as well.
"Please don't feel bad about your body, Shizuru. It won't make me care about you any less. It's only going to make the things I feel for you strengthen even more. In a few months you're going to give me the best thing a woman could ever ask for. Why would I ever think of you as anything less than perfect?"
"Natsuki." Shizuru cried again and pressed her tear-stained face into Natsuki's neck. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Don't ever be sorry for having my baby." Natsuki replied softly. "You two are my world, you know? It doesn't spin without you guys in it. I'll never leave you, either of you, as long as I'm still breathing I will never abandon you."
I think I love her, Shizuru thought as she closed her eyes and allowed Natsuki's warmth and gentle heartbeat to calm her raging emotions.
She felt one of Natsuki's hands come under the bend of her knees while the other rested along the curve of her back, effortlessly lifting her into her arms. She glided out of the bathroom and gently deposited her on the bed.
But before she could let go completely, Shizuru's hands tangled into the fabric of her hoodie bunched up near her abdomen. "Natsuki," Shizuru whispered as she rose to rest on her knees on the edge of her bed.
Her arms came around Natsuki's neck once more. Her eyes darkened with an emotion Natsuki was quite familiar with; lust.
"Please," Shizuru pleaded, "Make me feel beautiful."
Nodding against her forehead, the dark-haired girl disentangled Shizuru's arms from around her neck so she could remove her hoodie and undershirt, leaving her in just a black and white Nike sports bra.
She leaned in for a kiss, which Shizuru eagerly accepted as she began to undo the belt and zipper of Natsuki's ripped denim jeans. Everything was going at a much slower pace than usual. Natsuki was touching her like she was worshipping her body.
She loved it.
She cupped her breasts, teasingly brushing her thumbs over her nipples, ran her fingers along the soft planes of her back, belly, and hips.
Natsuki lowered her down to the bed and crawled on top of her, straddling her thighs as she undid her bra in one swift motion. Shizuru's breasts were definitely bigger. They used to be able to fit in her hands, but now she found she wasn't able to completely grasp them.
"This is what you do to me." Natsuki said, placing one of Shizuru's hands on her chest, right on her heart, and the other on her groin that seemed to grow in girth as soon as she touched it. "Pregnant or not. No one else has ever made me feel this way."
Shizuru felt a flush come to her cheeks as she tangled her hands in Natsuki's hair, forcing her down to her level. "I feel the same way," She said softly, "I- I am yours."
"And I am yours."
Suddenly, she lay naked before a pair of eyes that seemed to glow in the dark room. Natsuki quickly stripped herself of her own clothes before she leaned over to gently brush her lips across Shizuru's heated forehead.
She rested her hands on either side of the brunette's head, easily guiding herself into Shizuru's soaking wet core. They both moaned at the intrusion.
Indeed, it was going at a much slower pace than their usual rough riding, but there were no complaints on either end. The only sounds in the room were their quiet moans and the erotic timber of skin slapping against skin.
Natsuki's thrusts were slow and meaningful. The deep penetration allowed her to press against Shizuru's cervix each and every time. She took Shizuru's earlobe in between her teeth, tugging hard enough to apply pressure but not enough to cause pain.
Shizuru's hands disappeared inside her hair. She massaged her scalp using long, sweeping strokes with her fingertips, moving upwards toward the base of her neck and kneading the area using firm, upward strokes with her thumbs.
It drove Natsuki crazy.
The sweeping action was both soothing but seductive, and incredibly sensual at the same time. She knew she wouldn't last much longer.
Natsuki leaned down to give her another quick kiss before she slipped out completely. Shizuru moaned at the loss.
"Get on your knees and turn around." Natsuki whispered against her lips.
Shizuru felt another spike of arousal shoot through her as she did what she was told. Arching her back, she rested her weight on her elbows. Natsuki's fingers ran up her thighs teasingly as she repositioned herself back inside her girlfriend's smooth channel, sliding back inside with ease.
Shizuru honestly loved the doggy-style position. It may seem like Natsuki had all control, but it was actually the other way around. Arching her back more or less let her control the depth.
It allowed her to control the range of motion, and it allowed Natsuki to hit her G-spot with deadly accuracy.
But Natsuki didn't settle for it. She pulled Shizuru onto her lap. She was now sitting on Natsuki's member in a unique reverse riding position.
"Natsuki." She moaned.
Natsuki's breathless chuckle caressed the sensitive skin on the back of neck. It felt like she was stretching her out in ways she never thought possible. Every inhale and exhale seemingly making her walls clench all over the muscle lodged into her core.
"I don't think I'm going to last much longer," Natsuki muttered as her hands came up to fondle her breasts. "I feel like I'm about to explode."
Shizuru brought her hands up to stroke the back of Natsuki's head as they began moving in unison. Natsuki's nails raked all over her flesh, sending white-hot tendrils of fire coursing through her veins.
Feeling her orgasm quickly approaching, Natsuki gently bent Shizuru over and folded herself over her back, never once breaking their intimate embrace. Her fingers found register in Shizuru's back dimples.
Half a minute. Half a minute was all it took for them to find release.
Pale liquids dribbled from their conjoined pelvises, sweat made their heated skin glisten under the dim lighting of the bedroom.
"I've always wanted to try that position." Natsuki said breathlessly, scooping Shizuru's fringe out of the way so she could kiss her forehead. She gently pulled out and wiped her completely milked appendage off with a tissue before doing the same to Shizuru.
It was an incredibly sweet gesture. Shizuru watched as she took ultimate care to clean her thighs, and when she was finished she rested her cheek on Shizuru's chest, listening to her deep heartbeat while her fingers glided over the place where her unborn child slept.
"Thank you, Natsuki." Shizuru said, lovingly kissing her head.
Natsuki just smiled and took her hand. They lay in peaceful silence until sleep finally claimed them.
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The next morning brought smiles with it.
Shizuru was feeling much better, joyful, happy even as she glided around Natsuki's room in search of something to wear. Natsuki was still sleeping. Sprawled out among the covers like a naughty child with her elbow thrown over her eyes and her hair hanging off the bed.
Shizuru showered and dressed in record time.
She was suddenly brimming with energy and life. Her morning sickness had been particularly difficult to handle earlier in the day, but she hadn't felt even remotely nauseous since.
She slipped on a beautiful light brown long-sleeved cashmere dress and a pair of heels only a shade or so darker. She applied her usual light coating of makeup, (eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss), and lightly curled her hair.
When she was satisfied with her appearance, she glided over to the bed and promptly sat on Natsuki's waist. "It's time to wake up, darling." She murmured, playfully biting Natsuki's earlobe.
Natsuki stirred slightly, her green eyes slowly cracking open. She was pleasantly delighted with the sight she woke up to, her girlfriend looking absolutely stunning and radiant.
"Good-morning," Natsuki said softly.
"Good-morning." Shizuru replied. She removed herself from Natsuki's back and tugged on her hand. "Natsuki has to get ready for school."
Natsuki rubbed her eyes. "Actually, there's somewhere I want to take you before we go to school."
"Oh?"
Sitting up, Natsuki said, "I know a place where we can get your ultrasound done, secretly of course. My cousin's wife owns a clinic near the Shibuya district. I called her last night before I came up here and made an appointment."
Shizuru's eyes softened at Natsuki's thoughtfulness. "Ara, then Natsuki better hurry and get dressed so that she can meet her baby, no?"
With a bump in her step, Natsuki quickly got ready for the day, dressing in an ash grey hoodie, blue skinny jeans, and a pair of black, white and grey Nike Air-Max 90's. She grabbed her bag and pulled her girlfriend into a proper kiss now that her teeth were brushed and her breath was fresh.
"I can't wait." She said as she leaned down to kiss her unborn daughter good-morning too. "I bet she's in there raising hell already."
"Ara, only a little." Shizuru replied with an amused giggle.
"That's my girl. But take it easy on your mom, okay?" She affectionately pat Shizuru's belly once more.
Together the soon-to-be parents walked out of the room looking like they were heading to a photoshoot rather than a sleazy private clinic. Natsuki's father was downstairs sitting in front of the TV, seemingly enraptured in whatever was showing on the screen.
"Hey dad," Natsuki said as she and Shizuru entered the kitchen in search of something to eat.
"Ara, good-morning, Reagan." Shizuru added.
"Morning," Reagan replied. She looked like she only woke up recently. Her long, dark hair was tousled, her bangs falling into her eyes. She usually swept them out of the way, but she didn't seem to care at the moment.
The hairstyle made her look younger and even more attractive if that were possible, like a roguish teenager or a female human Inuyasha.
"What're you watching?" Natsuki asked once the couple had their food.
"The Diary of Empress Teimei," Reagan replied, "It's hard to believe she managed to hide her pregnancy for so long with countless servants tending to her."
Shizuru knew of the Empress' history somewhat, but she had never heard of her hidden pregnancy. Sensing her skeptical expression, Natsuki said, "Empress Teimei had an affair with my great-great grandfather, Kaguya Kruger, and had a daughter, Michiko."
"Ara?" Shizuru blinked.
"Yup," Reagan added, "We're royalty. Haven't you ever heard the story of the Half-blood Princess? Or the Forgotten Heir?"
Shizuru shook her head.
"Well, my mother is the daughter of Michiko Kruger, the Forgotten Heir of the Japanese Empire. Empress Teimei gave Michiko to Kaguya shortly after having her, trying to protect her from the Emperor's wrath in case he ever found out about her. Michiko died in the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki when mom was young." Reagan explained.
"When she received that scar." Shizuru remembered, drawing forth a nod from the older woman.
"She probably forgot to mention that she got it protecting one of the nurses in her squad, shielding her from melted steel with her body. My dad was the one who rescued her. Carried her through six miles of devastation to the place we were the other day, nursed her back to health, knocked her up, and thus, the greatest gift to mankind was born; me." Reagan said with an impish grin.
Natsuki rolled her eyes. "Obaa-san's known as the Half-Blood Princess to almost everyone in Japan. But don't let dad hear you say that. I've lost count of how many times she's punched someone for saying it."
"So my Natsuki is heir to the Dai Nippon Teikoku." Shizuru trailed her finger down Natsuki's arm teasingly. "Does that make me the next Queen?"
She caught her finger and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip. "Of course."
"Ugh, get a room." Reagan growled.
"We've already exhausted it." Natsuki shot back.
Reagan rolled her eyes. "Just go before I choke on the vomit I feel manifesting in my gut."
Forty minutes later Shizuru and Natsuki were stepping off of the latter's bike and walking hand-in-hand to the private clinic known as Hime.
A young woman sitting at the desk looked up upon hearing the clacking of Shizuru's heels on the marble floors. "Do you have an appointment?" She asked boredly.
"Kruger." Natsuki said, pulling Shizuru into her side.
"Okay, here we go. Doctor Lu is already waiting for you."
"Thanks."
Smiling at her obviously nervous girlfriend in what she hoped was a reassuring manner, Natsuki led the girl down the winding hallways to a room at the very end of the clinic labeled 'maternity' and knocked on the door.
"Come in," A sweet voice cooed from the other side.
Natsuki squeezed her hand as she pushed open the door. They were immediately met by a beautiful young woman who seemed to be in her mid twenties to early thirties. She had short dirty blonde hair and lovely light blue eyes.
"Natsuki!" She cried, throwing her arms around the young woman's neck, completely missing the death-glare Shizuru sent her. "You're so cute. You look just like your daddy."
Natsuki chuckled nervously. "Hey Anh, long time no see. Thanks, and this is my girlfriend, Shizuru."
Anh looked her up and down, pleased with what she saw. "Honey, you're flawless." She said, earnestly. "I'll save the pleasantries for later. I know you both are eager to meet your baby, shall we?"
She directed Shizuru onto the bed and gently propped her up. "Have you eaten anything during the last eight hours?" Anh asked.
Shizuru politely shook her head. "I've only had a couple of cups of tea."
"Good. Undigested food can block the sound waves." Anh said informatively. She then hiked up Shizuru's dress and applied a special lubricating jelly to the smooth skin of her abdomen. "Might be a little cold."
Natsuki watched intently from the side, her eyes wide like a curious child's. Anh grabbed the transducer and ran it along Shizuru's slick belly, her own eyes never leaving the monitor.
"The transducer sends high-frequency sound waves through your body. The waves echo as they hit dense objects, such as organs or bones. These echoes are then reflected back into the computer. The sound waves are at too high of a frequency for the human ears to hear."
"And here is your baby."
Anh gestured to the tiny circular objects in the very center of the screen, frowning slightly when she noticed something peculiar. Shizuru picked up on instantly. "What's wrong?" She asked, alarmed.
Anh's face softened slightly. "Or should I say babies."
"Babies?" Natsuki echoed.
Anh nodded, now sporting a wicked smile. She pointed to the screen. "Look here; there are two fetal sacks instead of one, as well as multiple heartbeats. Congradulations! You're having twins!"
"T-twins?" Natsuki echoed stupidly again. Anh nodded.
And Natsuki fainted.
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Come on Natsuki! Don't be such a wimp! Puff out your chest and announce to the world, "I fucked my girl good enough to knock her up with twins."
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