Pregnant...
The word echoed in my mind like a stone dropped into still water, ripples spreading outward until they reached every corner of my chest.
I have never considered... getting pregnant before.
For twelve thousand years, sex had been but a ga — a performance, a weapon, a way to be seen, to matter.
Babies? Legacy?
That was for queens like Sakura nee-sama, for my sisters who had purpose beyond screaming for attention.
Not for . Not for the ordinary one who had to be the loudest, the lewdest, the most forgettable in reverse.
But now, with Ben-sama standing here, his blue eyes soft and patient, the idea didn’t feel impossible. It felt like a door I had never noticed before — terrifying, beautiful, and suddenly wide open.
Yes, if Ben-sama might be forever hoarded by the Amazons, there is a sliver of chance he himself would rebel against them IF he had sothing extrely important to warrant it.
I never knew why I hadn’t thought of it before.
I raised my face to him, heart hamring so loud I was sure he could hear it. "Ben-sama! Please, breed !"
"...What...?" His face was normal for a second — calm, curious — then his eyes began to widen, just as his face began to glow red from embarrassnt, color creeping from cheeks to ears in a slow, vivid flush.
I only held my kimono in expectation and kept looking at him with thin lips, refusing to let my own nervousness show.
"B... Breed, doesn’t that translate to i-i-i-i-i-impregnate?!" His eyes were almost going a shade of dizziness, pupils shrinking in shock.
"That is correct!" I held his hand with both of mine, fingers trembling just a little despite my effort to stay steady. "Ben-sama, I want more than just intimacy and proximity to you. I’m... I’m extrely in love with you and I don’t want you to leave Shishi-no-su. But if it is absolutely your wish to go, I won’t beco a source of headache... However, Ben-sama must inseminate with child bearing in mind!"
"Ehhhh! Even if you say that..." Ben-sama bowed his head, suddenly in deep thoughts, brows furrowing, lips pressing into a thin line.
It made a bit sad, to have beco the reason he was palpably distressed.
His shoulders tensed under my hands, breath hitching slightly. But it was inevitable.
And if he refused, I’ll ask him again. I’ll keep asking him till he has no choice but to agree.
And... A lot of joy was suddenly flowing inside just from the thought of bearing Ben-sama’s child.
Ehehe. Will they be a boy or a girl? I wonder. Should I start coming up with nas? Ah, no, Ben-sama should do the honors—
"But..." He cut off my thoughts, voice quiet but steady. "I’ve been carelessly... uhm... i-inseminating all of you for a while now, isn’t that supposed to serve as enough?"
"Compared to regular people," I explained, voice softening as I leaned closer, "we are of a divine heritage, so we don’t actually, biologically, have a need to reproduce. So you could say our eggs are stubborn. However, Ben-sama, if you have a superior gene or are just that mighty, it could impregnate nevertheless."
"Ugh, this impregnation talk is getting to ," Ben-sama held his head, becoming pale, a faint sheen of sweat appearing on his brow.
"Ben-sama..." I held his chest, tears already falling off my eyes as I pictured his rejection. "I need this... This could be the final gift you give . I want a child with you."
He watched for a while, his blue eyes searching mine, then cupped my cheeks with both hands, with his thumbs brushing away the tears with gentle strokes.
"Look, all of this is so bizarre..." he said softly, but his voice cracking just a little. "But I can’t say no to my introverted hedonist when she’s in tears... Though, you still look glorious when you cry~"
Ah...
He... He agreed. Ben-sama agreed to impregnate ...!
The heat spread across my entire body in a rushing wave, from my chest to my belly to the aching place between my thighs.
I was wet in my pussy instantly, from just the thought. With my body in such complete surrender, my own biology might accelerate my chances of getting pregnant.
Ben-sama wanted it, and I also wanted it... I was happy and joyful, so much so, more tears began to fall off my eyes.
"Hey! I said I’d do it already! Why are you still crying?" He asked, concern painting his androgynous face, his brows furrowed, and his lips parted in worry.
"Idiot..." I wiped the tears and gripped his kosode, with my fingers twisting in the fabric. "These are tears of joy. I got to tell you how I feel, and got a bonus... So as we fuck like beasts, try to co up with a proper na for our children, okay?"
"Ch-Children?! How do you know they’ll be twins?" Ben-sama blushed, his voice rising in flustered disbelief. "Or are you trying to milk multiple kids from ? I sll a conspiracy."
"Ahaha!"
Yabai...
I was so happy right now, so much so that I was absentmindedly hopping and shaking my head.
It made Ben-sama get worried, though, asking if we should do the baby-making sex at another ti. But I didn’t let that nonsense pass.
I gripped his cloth and pulled him closer, till our breaths hit each other, "
***
Heat and sexual urges hit like an avalanche. I began to kiss him like he was the air I breathed, and I hadn’t breathed for days.
My lips crashed against his with desperate hunger, tongue seeking his imdiately, tasting the faint sweetness of festival sweets still lingering on him.
I pressed my body flush to his, breasts flattening against his chest, hips rocking forward instinctively to grind against the hard length straining his hakama.
He was a bit stiff initially, startled from all the baby-making ideas I had been forcing on him — shoulders tense, breath catching, but as I slowed down my kisses, sucking on his lips and tongue softly, coaxing rather than demanding, he began to reciprocate.
His hands rose hesitantly to my waist, then slid up my back, pulling closer as his tongue t mine in slow, deep strokes. I opened my eyes to see his light brown long lashes felled upon his cheeks, his eyes closed in surrender.
We muttered our nas into our mouths— "Midori..." "Ben-sama..." —soft, broken sounds lost between kisses, and soon we fell on a bed of glowing pink roses, still kissing passionately.
The petals were cool and velvety against my bare skin, their faint luminescence pulsing like heartbeats beneath us.
I left his mouth and began to trace his collarbone with my lips and tongue, tasting salt and warmth, then I slid my hand into his pants, stroking his hardened cock as I sucked on his neck.
He was on , using his elbows to wedge himself above. And he had begun breathing hard, his adorable face flushed from my stroking. It was so cute, I found it hard to hold back a titter.
"Ben-sama, my womb is ready for your sen," I whispered into his ears, as I lashed my tongue inside, "Flood my womb with all your cum, okay? Don’t leave one drop out."
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