Page 104 of Kotori
"Cometobed,"hesays instead of answering. "Let me show you how proud I am of the mother you've become."
His words send heat racing through my veins as he leads me toward our room. The mother you've become. The praise shouldn't affect me this much, but after today, after seeing how completely his daughters have accepted me, it feels like the highest compliment he could give.
The door slides shut behind us.
"You were perfect today," he growls, already tearing at my sundress. "Watching you with them, seeing how naturally maternal you are." He strips me with brutal efficiency, mouth following the path of revealed skin with teeth and tongue. Every touch burns with an intensity that makes my knees buckle.
"Mizuki accepting you. Aya claiming you. Kohana opening her heart." His voice is rough, desperate. "Watching you become their mother made me so fucking hard I could barely think straight."
"Kaito-sama," I gasp as he backs me toward the bed.
"My perfect kotori," he growls, shoving me onto the mattress and covering my body with his. When his mouth crashes against mine, it's with the desperation of a man who's waited too long for something he needs more than air. "My beautiful little mama who's going to give me everything I need."
When he takes me, it's with a violence that borders on claiming. No gentle worship tonight, just raw, primal need that makes me scream his name.
"This tight little cunt was made for my cock," he growls, pounding into me with relentless force. "Made to take my cum. Made to grow my babies." His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider, driving deeper with every brutal thrust. "Look at how perfectly you take me. Look at how your pussy grips my dick like it never wants to let me go."
"Please," I sob, lost to everything except the feel of him owning me completely.
"Please what? Use your words like a good girl."
"Please breed me," I gasp, the confession ripping from my throat. "Please put your baby in me. Haramasete kudasai!"
"Fuck yes." His pace becomes punishing, animalistic. "That's what I wanted to hear. My perfect little breeding bitch, begging for my seed."
He tells me exactly what he's going to do to my body, how he's going to keep my cunt full of his seed until I'm round with his heir, how perfect my tits will look when they're heavy with milk, how he's going to fuck me through every month of pregnancy.
"You want my baby?" he pants, sweat dripping onto my skin.
"Yes. Please."
"Then take it." He drives into me with brutal finality. "Take every fucking drop of my cum and grow my son."
When he empties himself inside me, it's with a roar of pure possession, his cock pulsing as he floods my womb with his seed.He stays buried deep, grinding against my cervix like he can force his cum where it needs to go through sheer will.
"This perfect little cunt belongs to me," he growls, still rock hard inside me. "This womb belongs to me. And soon it's going to be full of my child."
He doesn't pull out. Instead, he starts moving again, slower but no less claiming.
"We're not done," he says against my ear. "Not until I'm sure you're bred properly."
He takes me again, slower but no less intense, his hands never leaving my body as he works to ensure his seed takes root. By the time he's finally satisfied, I'm boneless and trembling, thoroughly claimed in every way possible.
"Perfect," he murmurs, finally pulling out but keeping me pressed against his chest. "My beautiful kotori, so good for me." His hand splays possessively across my stomach, and I know he's imagining it round with his child. "Sleep now," he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Let your body do what it was designed for."
I drift off to the sound of his steady breathing, my body still humming with satisfaction and my heart full of possibilities I never dared imagine.
Iwakehourslaterwith my mouth dry and a nagging feeling I've forgotten something important. The moonlight streaming through the shoji screens is softer now, suggesting it's well past midnight. Beside me, Kaito sleeps deeply, one arm still draped possessively across my waist.
The forgotten thing niggles at me as I slip carefully from bed and pad to the bathroom for water. What was it? Something routine, something I do every day.
My birth control pill.
The realization hits me like ice water. In all the excitement of the day, the emotional high of family bonding and the intensity of our lovemaking, I completely forgot to take my pill with dinner. I never forget. It's been such an ingrained habit for years that missing it feels almost physically wrong.
I need to take it now, before it's too late. The window for effectiveness is small.
I move quietly to the ensuite and dig through my makeup bag where I keep the small packet hidden behind face cream and cotton swabs. My fingers close on empty space.
