Page 53 of Kotori

Paige

"Come to bed," he says 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.

I wake hours later with 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.

Confused, I feel around more carefully. Maybe I moved them and forgot? But no, the familiar pink packet isn't there. I check every bag, every shelf, every drawer, growing more frantic with each empty space.

"Looking for something?"

I spin around to find Kaito standing in the bathroom doorway.

In his hand, he holds my birth control pills.

"I..." I start, then stop. What can I say? That I hid them from him? That I've been preventing pregnancy this entire time while letting him believe otherwise?

"These?" He examines the packet with mild curiosity rather than anger.

"I need to take one," I say quietly. "I forgot today."

"Did you?" His voice carries no judgment, only patient understanding. "How unlike you. You're usually so careful about your health."

"Kaito-sama," I begin, but he shakes his head gently.

"These aren't necessary anymore, kotori." His voice is infinitely tender, like he's explaining something to a child. "Not when you're ready to embrace what your body was designed for."

"But I'm not ready," I whisper, and even as I say it, I know how weak the protest sounds.

"You think so?" He cups my face with his free hand, thumb stroking my cheekbone. "After today? After seeing how complete our family becomes when you accept your role as their mother?"

"That's different. They're already here, already grown. Having a baby..."

"Would make you truly theirs. And them truly yours." His smile is devastating in its gentleness. "Don't you want that, kotori? Don't you want to give them the sibling they dream of? Give me the child I've longed for?"

The way he frames it makes my resistance crumble. Not forced breeding, but gift-giving. Not loss of autonomy, but completion of purpose.

"I'm scared," I admit.

"Of course you are. But you weren't scared earlier tonight." His voice takes on a knowing quality that makes my stomach drop. "When you begged me to breed you. When you asked me to put my baby in you."

Heat floods my cheeks as the memory crashes over me. Those words, torn from my throat in the heat of passion, when nothing existed except need and want and the desperate hunger he'd awakened in me. "That was different," I whisper. " I was just saying things in the heat of the moment."

"You were honest," he says firmly. "You were telling me exactly what your body craves, what your heart wants. How can you say you're not ready when those words came from your own lips?"

"I was caught up in the moment. People say things during sex that they don't mean."

"Do they?" His eyes search mine with devastating intensity. "Or do they finally say what they've been too afraid to admit when they're sober?"

The question hits like a physical blow because I can't answer it. Because some part of me knows those words came from a place deeper than lust, from a longing I've been trying to deny since the day I arrived here.

"You begged me, kotori. In perfect Japanese: 'Haramasete kudasai.' Ha-ra-ma-se-te ku-da-sai." He repeats my words and each syllable makes me want to disappear. "You didn't just consent. You pleaded for exactly what I'm giving you."

I have no response to that. No defense against the truth of my own desperate words thrown back at me.

"Fear fades when love is strong enough," he continues, moving to the window and opening it to let in the cool night air. "And you love this family enough to give it what it needs."

"What are you doing?"

"Removing temptation." He empties the pills into his palm, then opens his hand. The small tablets scatter on the night breeze like confetti, disappearing into the darkness. "There. Now you won't have to worry about remembering anymore."

I feel an odd sense of relief. The choice has been taken from me, which means I don't have to make it.

"Your cycle should regulate within a few weeks. Soon, if we're blessed, you'll be growing our child." His hand finds my lower back, that claiming touch that always makes me melt. "Can you imagine? Telling the girls they're going to be big sisters? Watching your belly round with new life?"

The image he paints is devastatingly appealing. Mizuki's intellectual excitement about child development. Kohana's gentle nurturing nature extending to a baby sibling. Aya's pure joy at having someone smaller to teach and protect.

"They'd be so happy," I breathe.

"They would. And so would you." He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "This family needs sons, kotori. Strong boys to carry our name forward."

The casual certainty in his voice makes my stomach flutter. Not just a baby. Sons. Multiple children to fulfill his vision of legacy and power.

"What if..." I start, then stop, unsure how to voice the question.

"What if you give me daughters?" His smile is indulgent. "Then we keep trying until you give me what I need. The girls will have siblings to love, and eventually, this family will have the heir it requires."

The offer is seductive in its simplicity. No more internal conflicts about what I want versus what I should want. No more fighting instincts that feel more natural than breathing.

"What if I can't love it the way I should?" I ask, voicing my last real fear.

"Look at how completely you love my daughters." His smile is devastating in its certainty. "Our child will be just as cherished. Just as wanted."

"Promise me," I whisper, and I'm not even sure what I'm asking for anymore.

"I promise you'll never doubt your place in this family again." He leans down to kiss me, soft and claiming. "Go back to bed, kotori. Rest that beautiful body."

As I slide back beneath the covers, his arm immediately curls around me, hand splaying possessively across my stomach. The gesture that once made me nervous now feels protective, promising.

"Sleep," he murmurs against my hair. "Let your body do what it was designed for."

I close my eyes and try to find horror at what just happened. But all I can feel is a strange peace, like a burden I didn't know I was carrying has finally been lifted.

Choice has been my burden long enough. Maybe he's right about that. Maybe some decisions are too important to leave to people too confused to make them properly.