She leaned against the wall, exhaustion etched on her face. Sweat beaded on her brow, her canine features – the slightly pointed ears, the hint of a snout – contorted in frustration. "What more do you want from me, master?" Momiki, the woman bound to my family for generations, pleaded. I'd always just assumed she was a kobold, like the others who had served my family before her.

I smirked, relishing the power that coursed through me. "Wash the dishes. Then the floors. And the walls. Take out the garbage. Do the laundry." I listed her chores with a casual indifference that masked the growing resentment within me.

Momiki, with the weary obedience ingrained in her very being, set about her tasks. I watched her move, her mature figure accentuated by the thin apron she wore. A surge of lust, devoid of any warmth or affection, pulsed through me.

As she finished preparing dinner, I "accidentally" bumped into her, letting my hand linger on her hip. "You know," I purred, my voice dripping with faux charm, "there are other ways you can please me."

Momiki's eyes widened, a flicker of fear momentarily eclipsing the ingrained subservience. But then, a desperate hope bloomed in their depths. "You… you want me?" she stammered, her voice thick with a longing that disgusted me.

I leaned in, letting my breath ghost over her ear. "Oh, yes," I whispered, my voice a cruel mockery of tenderness. "I have plans for you, Momiki."

That night, I took her….

Taking off her apron, I quickly suck on her nipples that sat at her gracious A cups. Kissing her, I shove my dick in her back hole, forcing her anus to bleed I quickly thrust, kissing her while fucking her while we layed sideways on the bed her hands playing with my hair, shortly before I give her her first creampie of many.

I bite her neck, pinning her on the bed as I get on top of her, quickly deflowering her pussy I ravish her, widening her cervix open with my tip, wearing it down.

Despite her begging please, I cum inside her good for nothing womb. Pulling out I let the excess cum shoot over her, tainting her clothes with me scent.

All before getting her anus ready for another pounding…

The next morning, I awoke to find her gazing at me with an unsettling adoration, covered in many many loads of cum, as her hair was damp with it. "My love," she breathed, her voice thick with emotion, "we're going to have a family." She moans as her pussy and ass leak both cum and blood to the bedsheets below.

A wave of revulsion washed over me. A family? With her? The very thought was repulsive. But I kept my face impassive, my voice even. "Of course, my dear," I lied, my words laced with a venom she couldn't detect.

Weeks turned into months. Momiki's belly swelled, a constant reminder of my growing hatred. I played the role of the doting husband, all the while plotting my escape.

And then, the day came. Momiki gave birth to a healthy baby girl. As she held the child, her face radiant with joy, I knew my moment had arrived.

But as I looked at my daughter, an unexpected feeling bloomed within me. A warmth, a tenderness I had never known. I held out my arms, and Momiki gently placed the baby in them.

Our daughter, I noticed, had inherited some of Momiki's canine features - the slightly pointed ears, the faintest hint of a snout.

In that moment, something shifted within me. The hatred, the resentment, it all began to fade. I looked at Momiki, not with contempt, but with a grudging respect. She had given me a gift, a precious daughter who had already begun to melt the ice around my heart.

As the years passed, my love for my daughter grew stronger. And as I watched her grow, I realized that my feelings for Momiki were changing as well. The initial lust had morphed into something deeper, a sense of affection and companionship.

I never admitted my love for Momiki, not in words. But my actions spoke louder than any confession. I worked hard to provide for my family, always putting their needs before my own.

Momiki, of course, knew what I was feeling. She saw it in my eyes, heard it in my voice, felt it in my touch. But she never pressed me for words. She was content with the unspoken understanding between us.

One night, as we sat together watching our daughter sleep, Momiki turned to me and smiled. "I knew you never loved me," she said softly. "But you loved our child, and that was enough for me."

I reached out and took her hand, my fingers intertwining with hers. "I... I need to be honest with you, Momiki," I stammered, my voice thick with emotion. "I was drawn to you physically, I won't deny that. And at first, I resented you, resented the bond that tied us together."

Momiki's eyes, usually filled with warmth, now held a flicker of pain. "I know," she whispered, her gaze dropping to our intertwined hands. "It's... it's in my nature. I'm a kikimora, you know."

"A kikimora?" I frowned, surprised. "I... I always thought you were a kobold."

A soft chuckle escaped Momiki's lips. "I suppose I can see why you'd think that. But no, I'm a kikimora. It's why..." she hesitated, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks, "it's why I was so... eager to please you. It's in our nature, you see. To seduce, to entice..."

"But you're not like that," I interrupted, my voice firm. "Not anymore. You're... you're Momiki. My Momiki."

Her eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and hope igniting in their depths.

"I love you, Momiki," I confessed, the words pouring out of me like a torrent. "Not just for our daughter, but for you. For your strength, your kindness, your unwavering loyalty."

Tears welled up in Momiki's eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy. "You do?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

"I do," I confirmed, leaning in and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of years of unspoken longing, of a love that had blossomed against all odds. Momiki responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer.

As the kiss deepened, I felt a surge of desire, but this time, it was different. It wasn't the cold lust of before, but a burning passion fueled by love and admiration. I broke the kiss, my gaze locking with hers.

"Come to bed with me, Momiki," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

Momiki, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling, nodded silently. She stood up, her hand reaching for mine. Together, we walked towards the bedroom, our fingers intertwined, our hearts beating in unison.

The night unfolded like a dream. There were no more pretenses, no more lies, no more resentment.

Just two souls, united in a love that had been forged in the fires of adversity. And as I held Momiki close, I knew that I had found my true home, my true family, in the arms of the woman I had once so cruelly used.