"No! Stop it!" The woman cries out, to no avail.
If Kana ever expected anything from that ridiculous prophecy of that fortune-teller's, good or bad, this is certainly not it. If she thought that there would be the faintest possibility for her to end up in this situation, she would have turned tail immediately, back straight to her small country village, and would take whatever match her mother felt like arranging for her with a smile on her face.
If she had known that he was like that, that his true, actual, honest love was like that, she would have never insisted on him. She would have let him have his conquest in the most boring way possible, just so he would move on to the next best thing as quickly as possible.
Kohei keeps fucking her against the mattress with rough thrusts with no regard to her protests, his wide pelvis hitting her own in a painful way that makes her squeal. He holds her by her shoulder, pressing her painfully against the otherwise soft and comfortable bed.
She is dry as a desert and it only makes her pain worse, his massive cock drilling her weak pussy. One of his hands hold down her wrists above her head, his handsome face contorted with wicked pleasure as his sweat drips down to her face. To her, at right that moment, he is the image of the devil.
The sturdy bed squeaks with every movement, continuously hitting the wall behind it. The tears keep wetting her face as she is unable to control herself, dignity be damned. She hates him so much, she just wants him to leave she alone.
"Oh, fuck, I'm getting so close." He groans, eyes rolling with satisfaction.
Kohei tries to kiss Kana, but she turns her head so his lips kiss her skin instead, sucking and spreading his disgusting saliva all over her.
"I'm going to give you a kid, how about that?" He grunts, moving a hand to grab her face, forcing her to stare at him.
Horror fills every inch of her body, the little hope she had for herself starting to disappear.
"No, no…" She splutters, despair taking over her senses.
Kana regains some energy as she strongly tries to push her husband away from her. A child is the least thing she needs right now, she cannot have it. If she gets pregnant, she will not be able to take it off without his permission, and if she carries it to term… Then, it will all be over for her.
Kohei only chuckles, followed by a moan and he thrusts into her even harder, eyes glinting with intense emotion. Lust, madness.
"You're going to be so heavy with my kid that you won't be able to stand properly, much less run away. I'm going to fuck a baby into you. Fuck, yes. A boy, just like you said you wanted." He mutters, his thrusts getting more erratic and violent as he keeps talking. "I'll always keep you pregnant, heavy and full of my babies. That's going to be so nice, isn't it?"
Once upon a time, back when he was still married to his first wife, Kana used to talk about how it would be like for them if they got married. The house, their life, the children… They could be happy together, if only he just got divorced, if he was loyal. It was that easy, just get a divorce and they can be together. They can be happy. They can have it all.
Like a twisted plot, like the monkey's paw to punish her hubris, he did exactly as she said. He got the divorce and renegued on his daughter, subsequently marrying her and giving her every privilege that an official wife of a wealthy diplomat can have. The house, the car, the parties, the travelling.
He made sure that each and every one of her desires, of her mental images, came about perfectly, to the colour of the walls to the disposition of the furniture. However, there was a twist, in the form of an obsessive and controlling husband, who seemed to think that every other breathing human was out to take her away from him.
Paranoia soon devolved into violence, and now she is five years into living an unending nightmare. Each day, the only thing that takes her off the bed is the fleeting hope of escape. Since she only needs to worry about herself, freedom is as easy as managing to evade the security systems for long enough for her to get to the station. From there, she can just disappear.
It is not so easy if she has a child to worry about.
Tears keep running down her face and Kana is not sure if it is because of his aggressive way of fucking her or because of how deranged his plans are.
Kohei fucks her relentlessly until he suddenly halts, a loud moan escaping his lips as the buries his face on the curve of her neck. His hold on her tightens, his nails almost drawing blood from where he keeps her in position, his fingers certainly leaving a few more bruises as a memento.
The disgusting man crashes down on top of her, his weight making it harder for her to breathe, but he does not seem to notice her trying to get away from him. Though, knowing him, she does not put beyond him to be merely ignoring it just to spite her.
Instead, he kisses her neck and takes a deep breath, pushing his cock until the woman cannot take more of him. Some white cum drips down her pussy and down her thighs. The feeling is absolutely repulsing and she cannot wait to clean it all.
The diplomat seems to have read her mind because he hugs her, twisting her body so that she is caged back into his arms, his cock still buried inside her.
"No cleaning, babe. We got to make sure it sticks. We should have a little one in nine months." He declares, tilting his hips upwards, as he kisses the top of her sweaty head. "If not, well… I don't mind doing this until we do."
She closes her eyes, hoping to wake up next morning and find out it is all just a big nightmare.
It is not and, in nine months, Kana finds herself holding a tiny baby, a healthy boy, as Kohei feverishly kisses her forehead, thanking her for giving him such a beautiful bundle of joy.
The guttural scream is left unheard.