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He’d been pleasantly surprised when Mona came home early from work, the sun not even set yet. Then she told him that she trusted the Fatui staff to watch over Cassie for the night but that if he felt really strongly about it, they could invite over one of her godparents to take care of her. (Of course he felt strongly over it, they were just staff and this was his Cassiopeia. Ever since she was born, his little Cassiopeia was the brightest star in his night. He immediately texted Childe to see if he and Lumine would want to come over, which they graciously and quickly accepted. He dispatched the staff to prepare their favorite guesthouse, the one overlooking the gardens, and to have the chef dispatched there for their dinner with Cassie. Knowing them, they'd try to cook dinner themselves and Cassiopeia Megistus was not going to eat commoner food.)
More so when she told him she’d made reservations for dinner at Liuli Pavilion, then slipped into the bathroom without another word.
Leaving him to dress in confusion as he methodically went over what could possibly be getting his wife to act so strangely. It was neither of their birthdays nor any of their anniversaries (they even commemorated big fights they had that had them not speaking to each other plus the day they finally made up) and yet she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in his favorite dress.
A deep inky black — just a few shades beyond her own hair — that contrasted beautifully with her alabaster skin — making her look like the personification of the night herself. The smooth silk skimming over her curves as it draped over her body, it took all his effort not to reach out and touch her all over. So he stood there, smiling at his beautiful wife and admiring the way the dress nipped in at her waist and both covered her and laid her form bare. He should have another dress made with this fabric tomorrow.
Kunikuzushi arranged his hakama robes while observing his wife’s final preparations. She was still so young, only in her mid-20s though she didn’t look a day older than when they first met, her face still looking like that of a young teenager.
But Cassiopeia had changed parts of her mother forever and he loved her all the more because of it. Mona’s body was even curvier than when he met her at 19, her hips wider and breasts heavier permanently.
He wondered how they would look like in a few decades, him a slender pretty youth — while she became more and more beautiful and womanly. Well, witches age slowly according to the preliminary research he had conducted, plus the old hag was still alive and kicking after centuries. He would just have to check in on how to further prolong his pretty wife’s life. He’d had their vows changed after all; from “death do us part” to “til the end of time” and he meant it.
He leaned against the door frame, watching her hips sway as she walked over to him. Following her like a man entranced as she led him towards the ley line waypoint she had set up in their indoor garden (“Build our rooms around this hexagon”, she had commanded him when they were doing the ocular. The contractors had a field day when he showed them the marked hexagon and told them to figure out how to build the manor expansion around it.)
He marveled at her hand, small in his yet holding him so firmly, as he slowed his pace to match hers — letting her lead the way to whatever it was she had planned. Content in the knowledge Cassie was safe with her godparents and the manor staff, plus that he had engaged even more security to be dispatched around the grounds, Kunikuzushi stepped through the ley line waypoint with her.
They made meaningless conversation throughout dinner, and it wasn’t until dessert that she shifted in her seat and blew out her cheeks. A sure sign whatever Mona was about to bring up, she was serious about and unsure of his reaction.
She rolled her shoulders back, and like the horny pretend-nineteen-year-old he’d been when he first properly looked at her, he couldn’t stop his eyes from straying downwards — watching the curve of her neck connect to the swell of her breasts before he was distracted by her twirling her wedding ring around her finger.
“Mona?” he asked softly — all sorts of lecherous thoughts passed as he watched that band rotate.
Watching her for years alerted Kunikuzushi to her differing levels of anxiety markers; rolling her shoulders would be a one, blowing out her cheeks would be a four but twirling her ring? That was definitely a seven. She’d done something or was going to do something that she clearly wasn’t sure he’d be happy about. Something that suggested whatever she’d brought him to dinner for was something she thought needed extra bribery. He brought his glass to his lips and watched his pretty wife take a deep breath. He was definitely curious now.
“Are you happy?” she blurted out, and he felt his heart stop for a moment before he looked at her and noted she didn’t look sad or disappointed. Only nervous. Like it wasn’t really the question she’d wanted to ask, but he wanted to put her at ease and replied,
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” Mona released a breath and blew out her cheeks again. Such cute cheeks, he’d want to nibble on them later as they cuddled. Some of the anxious energy left her but not all. Her shoulders were still tight, her fingers still spinning her wedding ring.
“But you’re happy — at home with Cassie?”
“You know I am, my star,” he replied. A small smile spread across his face as he thought about the tiny lump their daughter had made in her bed when they told her they were leaving for dinner. Curled up tight with the giant stuffed whale that Childe had gleefully made especially for his “little zvezda”. Mona had refused to let him turn it into electro ash as it was Cassie’s favorite; she had also explicitly told him he couldn’t electrocute Childe for calling their daughter “his little star” because Cassie loved that too. And loved her godfather too. He shouldn’t have let Mona convince him to make Ajax his little Ena’s godfather.
His answer seemed to reassure her further, and she took another deep breath before asking, “Have you ever thought about having more?”
It was barely a murmur, but he heard it as clearly as if it had been announced through a megaphone right in his ear.
More.
This enchanting woman. She who he loved more than life itself, and who had wrapped herself in his favorite dress to wine and dine him before asking if he’d ever thought about having more.
About another Cassiopeia Megistus. Raiden Ena. Gift from god, her Inazuman name meant. Proud queen that dared to face the gods, her constellation name meant. Another perfect child? As if Mona hadn’t already blessed him beyond measure with their daughter — their beautiful, strong, smart, and proud daughter. Mona seemed to be under the assumption that he would decline having a second baby if she was offering him one.
Distantly hearing her continue, “I know that traditionally Inazumans only have one child, and you did not enjoy having a sister growing up, and I am an only child so I don’t really have a firsthand viewpoint on it but I just—”
“Mona.” he cut her off. His voice an octave lower than it had been a moment ago, desire vanishing at the sight of her worry and the sound of her babbling, but exploding back into existence as he understood what she was asking.
“What is the question?”
She bit her lip. Took a deep breath and steadied herself. He knew he had one chance to reassure her, so this pause was good for them both.
“Would you want another — a sibling for Cassie?”
“Yes,” he replied without hesitation, without breaking eye contact as he reached over to hold her hand from across the table. “Do you?”
“Yes,” she echoed. The syllable bounced in the air between them as happiness spread over her face and giddiness from her aura. She threaded her fingers between his and started rubbing her thumb slowly over his own at the idea that she wasn’t alone in her desires.
“I just — I think now is the best time. I’m in a good place with work, I could take time off, Cassie’s not really a baby anymore, you’re happy at home with her, and really cut back on your work trips - which I am eternally grateful for. I did a few readings and the stars showed me peacefulness for a prolonged period. It just seems like everything’s telling me now’s the right time.”
“Then it is. Sevens, did you really think I’d say no?”
She shrugged awkwardly at his question before replying, “No — I know you love Cassie, but I didn’t know if you’d want it now or want it if ever, I mean we haven’t talked about another baby — but I do — I just — I want it. I want to have another Raiden heir with you.”
“And so do I,” he agreed again. Reassuring his wife quietly, his voice still an octave lower than normal and now with a twinge of something darker as he remembered how he’d felt when she was pregnant with Cassie.
Watching her body swelling with his seed, his heir, their firstborn, living proof of what they meant to each other. The sight of her growing what he’d given had him half-hard her entire pregnancy — only satiated by her increased neediness after healers and doctors and even the old hag herself had confirmed that his seed had settled in deep inside her.
They’d been on each other everyday while she was pregnant. Had spent weeks with their bodies pressed against each other together, drawing gasps and cries and each other’s names, as she gave in to her desires with him happily helping. Her desperation for him to fill her grew even more as she approached her due date. Her due date came a week early, her water breaking because of their vigorous activities in his home office. (He never had the stain in the carpet removed, he loved seeing it as he approached his desk.)
Her pregnancy was when he had first asked to be on desk duty but from the manor. Setting up a teleport point lower down Starsnatch Cliff and comms lines to the manor was a hassle he willingly took on once he realized he couldn’t bear to be apart from her during those months. That was when he learned how efficient he could truly be as well at work with his wife sneaking into his office every chance she could get.
The times they hadn’t been frantically pawing at each other, he’d run his fingers over her bump more times than he could count. Memorizing how it looked and felt. Watching it grow and keeping a log of his observations. He loved watching her bring their child to life — nurturing them with her body.
It had awoken new desires he didn’t know he had, and now, at the thought, he could get to watch it happen again, those desires came roaring back. He was suddenly desperate to be in her. To fill her, to throb deep inside as she pulsed around him, to have her scream his name as she milked his cock for the nth time that night — just waiting for him to take root within her and grow their second child.
Across from him, Mona seemed unaware of his increasingly lecherous thoughts, sipping the dandelion wine happily. He noted that that would be her last taste of alcohol for a while and subtly moved the bottle farther from her. He watched as she processed the fact he’d agreed and beamed, “We’re going to have another baby.”
“Yes,” he agreed again and she finally seemed to notice the dark tone his voice had taken as he tugged her hand towards his lips. Kissed her right on the wedding ring that now lay untouched — a sure sign she’d moved past whatever anxieties she’d had earlier tonight, now secure in the knowledge that her husband wanted another child as much as she did.
Trailing kisses up her fingers, Kunikuzushi watched as goosebumps broke out up her arm before he turned his eyes back to the rest of her. Taking note of how her chest was rising and falling just a little faster, how her eyes were glazing over, and how a faint flush had spread across her cheeks. Definitely not from the dandelion wine.
“We’re going to have another baby. Would you like me to give you one tonight?”
A shiver ran through her at his words and Mona’s eyes grew wide with both surprise and anticipation. Her lips formed a little o, her tongue peeking out to wet them as she processed what he’d said.
Finally, she took a shaky breath to say, “God — yes — please give me a baby. Tonight.” Her fingers reached over to trace his jaw, so close to the lips that were still kissing her fingers. He shifted his head so he was facing her hand and pressed his lips against her pulse point, his breath ghosting over her skin and making her shudder once more as he asked,
“Do you want me to fill you up? For my cum to coat every inch of your tight little cunt, to drip down your delicious thighs as they tremble and shake from me giving you our baby. For me to use my fingers to push it all back into you, keep you tightly sealed so nothing slips out so you can start swelling from my seed.”
Her eyes went hazy as she nodded but he wanted to hear her say it so he insisted, “Tell me — tell me what you want. Use your words, my star.”
“All of it — Barbatos, please, all of it — take me home and fill me up and give me our baby. Please.”
The words tumbled from her lips in a keening whine. Uncaring of the restaurant staff that could be listening around them or the fact that Mona would normally be horrified at such uncouth behavior.
But instead, they were both focused on the desperate desire they’d unlocked between them. All Kunikuzushi could think about was getting her home and stripping her out of that delectable dress he loved so much and worshipping this woman who had given him everything. To make her understand how much she really meant to him.
Standing quickly, he threw a bag of mora down on the table — more than enough to cover their meal and leave a sizable tip for the staff, preferably so they would keep quiet about anything they heard in the private room. He didn’t care about any of that though. He could only focus on how Mona clung to his arm, her legs unsteady beneath her, her face flushed, and her breathing uneven. As he pulled her to him, she let out a small gasp that made him suppress a groan in response. This woman would be the death of him if he wasn’t careful.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he half-carried half-guided his wife to the ley line waypoint taking them home. Then directly carried her into their room so as not to inform any of the staff that they’d arrived yet. He didn’t want anyone fussing around and interrupting them. As soon as he locked the door behind him, he spun his wife back to him and led her towards the bed. Pressing her down against the mattress, he brought his lips to hers and finally tasted her. He relished it.
Coaxing her mouth open with his tongue against hers, tracing it over her teeth, breathing in the little gasps she released when his fingers brushed over her exposed shoulders. Pulling down the thin straps of her dress, Kuni was pleased to see she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and exposed her breasts to the cold air as he licked and kissed and bit at the sensitive flesh.
Sucking one of her nipples into his mouth and toying with the tight pink bud. He watched her back arch off the bed and closer to him as he rolled the other bud between his fingers at the same time. Her pleas and whines making him harden at the sight of her desperate and begging .
“These,” he grunted and bit at her nipple just to watch her moan and clench at the sheets underneath her. “These breasts, I’m going to watch them swell and grow for our baby, aren’t I? Become so full and so heavy from all the milk they’ll hold.”
“Yes!” she screamed as she pressed her chest further into his mouth. Encouraging him to suck the hard peak of her nipple until it was red and wet by holding his head by the hair in place, but it still wasn’t enough.
He needed to see more of her. All of her. His favorite parts, some pink and dripping and wanting, while others were pale and softened and stretched from when she’d held their daughter within her.
He tore open her dress, ripping it down the center — not caring that it was his favorite, he was having another made tomorrow so he might as well have a dozen more made with it if he had to — he needed to get rid of every obstacle in their way as he licked and sucked his way down her body.
Only taking a moment to free himself from the confines of his hakama and trousers, throwing them over the edge of the bed to land who knows where. His cock hot and oh so hard, the wet tip leaving trails behind on his stomach, but he didn’t care about that. Only her. Just her. His wife.
He turned his full focus on her, watching as she pleaded from the bed, “Please Scara, you said you’d give me a baby tonight.”
“I know, my star, patience please” he reassured. Spreading her legs to take in the sight of her dripping cunt, just barely covered by her ruined thong. Her desire glistening on her thighs and dripping down to her other hole; he hooked his fingers through the thin threads and snapped them off. He’ll just buy her another tomorrow as well.
Spreading her once more now that she was fully bare, and licking his lips at the sight of her wet folds. Kneeling so he was between her legs, he started kissing at her inner knee making his way up to her thighs. Sucking marks onto the sensitive skin so she’d remember this night for days. Her moaning his name as she watched him through hooded eyes.
“I’m going to give you a baby — I promise,” he’d finally reached her cunt and pressed his lips to her. “I just need to prepare you for the rest of tonight, kitten.” Running his mouth over her wet slit as her hips bucked up towards his face. He pushed those hips back towards the bed — holding her in place with one arm as he slipped his tongue into her. Taking long slow licks that had her legs shuddering around him, her hands buried in his hair, and her hips trying desperately to free themselves from his hold.
His lips still pressed against her cunt, he spoke with his tongue flicking out slightly between words, “I’m going to take you so many times your womb will be swollen with my cum, and even then, I’ll take you again. Your cunt will be dripping, your legs unsteady, your thighs a mess, and you will be asking me to stop, to let you rest, to give time for my seed to take hold inside of you. Yet I’ll still give you more. But first, I want to give you something else.”
“Scara,” she moaned. Could she even hear him? As if it wasn’t already obvious, he grazed his teeth around her clit and then sucked to make his intentions clear.
A scream tore out of her throat, a mix of stop, yes, and his name. It faded into desperate pleas as he kept a steady rhythm against her wet slit. Using the hand that wasn’t holding her hips still against his minstrations — forcing her to accept his teasing, his love, his affection — he slid a long finger slowly into her.
Watching it disappear within the wet warmth and feel the heat envelope his finger, he so desperately wanted to stretch her cunt with more than just his hand. But he was determined to have her scream for him more than once tonight, so he pumped it slowly in and out of her.
Adding a second, he stretched her further while murmuring how much he loved her. “What a good girl you are, my star. That’s right, take it all in, nice and easy.” The wet sounds of her desire echoing around them, accompanied by her breathy gasps.
She started begging again, “Please, Scara, please, Kuni — I want you in me. I want to have your baby.”
“I know,” he crooned against her core. “I can tell you want to have our baby so badly.” Flicking over her clit with his tongue while curling his fingers within her in that come-hither gesture she liked so much.
Her legs tried to break free from his shoulders, tried to close around his hips — to keep him there or to push him away, he didn’t know, but seeing her struggle like that always brought him closer to his edge.
Using his thumb to rub her clit in slow circles, he sucked another mark onto her inner thigh from his position between her legs, biting down just hard enough to darken it, before continuing.
“Megistus, I promise I’ll give you my cock soon, but first I want you to cum for me. You can do that, can’t you, my star? You deserve to cum first before I pump all my seed inside you — you’re going to carry our baby after all, so I want you to cum for me before I take you.”
Hearing him call her previous surname as he praised and promised her his spend — promise he’d take her just as soon as she came on his fingers — Mona felt the tension in her stomach snap. Her legs shaking on either side of him, her walls quivering around his fingers as her back arched and lifted her off the bed and into his steady arms. She saw something squirt from her slit and into his mouth, which was licking her slowly clean.
Falling back against the sheets with a slump, she muttered, “Oh, Barbatos, please.”
“Now now, my star, you know better than to call out other names in bed aside from my own.” He grinned wolfishly down at her. “If there is to be any god you ask for leniency from, it will be me and me only. So let’s try that again, but with my name, alright?”
She whimpered as she nodded in agreement. “Yes, Kuni.” Her eyes could barely focus on him, the teasing might be too much for his poor, frazzled wife.
“What a good girl you are,” he soothed, “Such a good girl. You were so good, so obedient, and now look—” he rubbed the tip of his hard length along her still dripping slit. Using the fact his fingers were soaking wet from her cunt to ease his path in as he pumped his cock a few times, pushing the head past the opening before slipping back out again to then start bumping the head against her clit and making her legs twitch, “—I’m going to give you my cock. Isn’t that what you wanted all this time? My cock?”
“Yes! Yes! Kuni please — fill me up — please,” she begged as he kept teasing her. In and out, then rubbing against her clit before doing it all over again. She was leaking out her own creamy juice from anticipation. Kunikuzushi bent forward to press his forehead against hers. Their eyes meeting as he held his tip right at her entrance and commanded her, “Tell me again, Mona — tell me exactly what you want.”
“You — your cock, your cum, your baby — everything,” she babbled as she tried to buck her hips upward to take him within her, but Kunikuzushi stopped her.
“Now tell me, Mona, how long have you wanted that?”
A high-pitched whine emanated from his wife as she started thrusting up from underneath him. Kuni had started guiding his length into her inch by inch as he spoke. Feeling her burning hot velvet walls part as her body accepted him, her hands clutched desperately at his hips, then reaching back to his ass, like she was trying to push him as deep as possible into the tight heat of her cunt. But he can’t have that happen just yet.
“I said, Mona, how long have you wanted this?” And he bottomed out in her so quickly he saw stars underneath his eyelids but took a steady breath and pulled all the way back out. Mona started crying, pretty little tears forming at the corners of her eyes from the loss of fullness.
“Weeks — thinking about you - oh! - and your cock and our baby - ahhh! - — since last trip - Kuni please!”
His breathing was ragged as his cock filled her; he knew making her talk and explain herself as he filled her always made her blood rush in her veins. And knowing she’s been thinking about this for weeks? It took all his effort to not release his first round in her right then.
Feeling her pulse around his length as he thrusted while she spoke caused shudders through their bodies. A familiar tightness curled in his abdomen as her legs shook and her body convulsed underneath him, “Good girl, such a good and precious girl — you’ve earnt this, my star — you’ve been preparing for this for weeks and I’m happy to reward you — it’s all yours — all my cum, down to the last drop of it, I’m going to fill you up until your belly is so full that everyone will think you’re having twins, and then I’m going to give you our baby — I’m going to give you fucking everything while I fuck your everything.”
Buried in the warmth depths of her, his hips shuddered as he slowed down for a few moments. Not yet. Breathing slowly through the desperate need to fall apart inside of her, to give her what she wanted right here right now, but he held off.
He rearranged his pretty wife to be more comfortable under him. Once upon a time, he called her his pretty astrologer but now she was so much more. His wife. The mother of his child. And soon to be children.
Running his fingers through hers in one hand, he used the other to shift her leg upwards. Spreading her cunt open wider with the stretch, his hips pressing against her own, they both gasped at the deepened intrusion. He was touching her womb. They could both feel it. He used those few moments of stillness to suck more marks on her neck until she was twitching and shifting beneath him, aching for some friction, when he finally felt ready to move.
Drawing in and out of her slowly for a moment, he took a mental picture of her before he lost all control. This was the last night of them just being three. He could feel it. Kuni smiled and let himself go then. Her soft body underneath his, his hips started thrusting mercilessly — pressing her down deeper into the mattress with each inward stroke.
All while he never stopped talking, words falling from his mouth uncontrollably, like he was chanting a spell. A binding spell, one he made just for her, to keep his witch forever. Drawn out by the tight squeeze of her cunt, her body shaking underneath his and releasing wanton moans into his ear as he whispered each filthy word from above her.
“Fucking perfect — I’m going to fill you up, Mona Megistus — going to take you again and again and again, and while I’m still dripping down your thighs, I’ll push my cum back into you over and over again. You’ll be leaking my baby batter for days, and I won’t stop until those healers tell me I have to. And even then, when they say it’s safe, I’m going to start filling you up again. Do you want that, Mona, to get pregnant with our third child while you’re finishing our second? I want that, my pretty star, I want to fuck you all the way until you pop out our second baby, and then I want to immediately start on our third.”
They hadn’t talked about a third, but the seed was planted in Kuni’s mind. Why stop at two? They should have more. The manor could easily be expanded if needed, though they already had 20 bedrooms. Besides, his stupid coworkers and Mona’s stupid friends hadn’t stopped complaining about how they too wanted to be Cassie’s godparents. Now he could satisfy everyone.
She cried out at his words, his old name slipping from her lips, and he slid his hand down from his grip and onto her knee. Teasing overly sensitive skin with a feather light touch until it reached the place they were joined. Running his fingers over her stretched cunt and feeling himself move in and out of her. He could see that small bump from the tip of his cock form in her stomach every time he bottomed out.
Kuni briefly thought of flipping her over, stomach down and ass in the air. Preferably in front of the mirror so she could see everything as he filled her up. But the night was long, and he didn’t want to miss this chance to watch her come apart from underneath him.
So instead, he focused on how he needed her velvet walls to close around him and milk his cock like they just had his fingers. Taking every last drop of him for their baby. He kept up a steady pattern on her clit; she didn’t know it but he was tracing the name he had thought of in case they had had a son.
Flicking across her swollen, red clit and pinching it ever so slightly between his fingers to watch her gasp, moan, and cry all at once, Kuni loved to hear her throaty screams as she was so overwhelmed by the sensations.
Tilting his hips so he could ensure that every stroke from here on out would reach that spcial spot that made her body start to tremble, toes start to curl, and eyes flutter open as she approached her breaking point. He kept up those firm strokes against her nerves and let the words fall out like a spell.
“I’m close — I’m so close, my star — can you feel how close I am? I’m going to give you our baby. Right here, right now. A baby just for you. To make your body even more delicious than it already is. But I need you to cum for me — just one more time, my star — please — and then I’ll fill you up. I’ll plug you shut. You will have all of me after you cum on my cock right now, my star.”
His words broke her for the second time as Mona openly started shedding tears while she fell from the heavens. Her body trembling uncontrollably as she let go and came all over his cock, tremors running through her while she pulsed around his cock. The searing heat coupled with the soaking wetness finally sent him over the edge too.
Thick spurts of cum shot inside of her, warm ropey bindings full of his promises and love. Words spilling out of him as he spilled all his spend within her, “Our baby, my star — look down and see, I’m filling you up with our baby — look at your stomach, already swelling up like you’re pregnant — then I’m going to take you again and again — even once you’re round already and our baby’s firmly in place — once our baby’s already found their home there, I’ll take you again. Do you like that, my star?”
She shuddered at his words, how could he promise her such delicious things? “Yes, Scara — yes Kuni — please — fill me up — I need it —so much — I need you.” Part of her was pouting, how could he still be so coherent while she was an incoherent mess?
Both panted heavily from the exertion with sweat covering every inch of them; his hair was stuck to his forehead as he softened inside her. Breathing “Good girl” against her neck, Kunikuzushi finally pulled himself out to admire his work.
Watching as her legs tried to close, Mona hissed at the movement. Her muscles were overly stretched, and he saw just a small trickle of white sliding through her open folds. Admiring how his seed contrasted with the red, swollen mess he’d made of her pretty pink pussy, he reached out before he could stop himself. Gathering his cum on his fingers, he pushed it back inside of her as Mona made a tiny sound of protest — from over sensitivity — but he leant down and kissed her instead.
Pumping his fingers into her and starting another slow rhythm, she whimpered through the kiss, “Please—“ her legs spasmed as he stroked his thumb over her clit while two fingers entered her. “—Scaramouche, please.”
“What?” he chuckled. She rarely called out his full old name like that. Abandoning her sensitive clit to continue stroking her wet folds, his thumb grazing over the slit as his two fingers lazily pumped in and out, he proudly watched his cum coat his fingers thickly before pushing it back into her.
“I don’t — I don’t know,” the words came out in spurts, so soft and definitely confused. He leant down again to press his lips to hers in reassurance before whispering.
“Use your words, my star. Besides, I told you, didn’t I? I’m going to fill you up. Make you so swollen people will think you’re already pregnant. Then I’ll take you again and again and fill you up. This—“ he moved his fingers faster so the lewd sound of their thick creamy spend mixing inside of her made Mona flush. He grinned at her, a pretty smile any other time but positively devilish in this light. His fingers pushing his cum back into the deepest part of her cunt, ensuring it stayed where it belonged, “—just has to stay here until I’m ready.”