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[Distance was said to make the heart fonder and for what time they spent separated or engaged with dire matters, it was akin to a long distance across oceans. Heine didn't think himself to ever want someone that way he did Naoto. The yearning for physical contact when his body had been so adverse to it months before. It took more months to transition from okay to enjoying, the dry spell easy to ignore at first. They'd been occupied saving the lives of those they held dear and their own. Affection and much less sex didn't have place when more dire needs were hovering above them.

He hadn't counted the days. Weeks went into months, many of them lost in having lost himself. He had her to thank for dragging him back from the brink of losing himself to the violence hungry voice in his head. She hadn't killed him despite making a pact; if one was lost to madness, it was the other's duty to put them down. Better to die as yourself, to not hurt anyone cared for.

Those days were over, at rest at the bottom of a cavern black and cold. It was peace in waiting for a storm, if a storm ever came. It put him on edge to have tasted the mundane in tranquility to have it potentially ripped away from him. He wasn't going to let it go to waste. Whether it was a day, a week, or longer; he was going to spent that time making up what of it was lost.

Lust was perhaps a crude way of looking at it, but he did lust after her. He loves her as well to the extent he understands love, deep compassion and a willingness to sacrifice any and all for someone. He was far too good at sacrificing things for how little he put care into his own well being. Naoto does care and it took time to gather she did. Words are weightless things compared to action and it takes the latter to get his attention.

It went beyond fighting alongside each other. It was the warmth in her hands, careful and callused light, when they ran over his pale body. How her lips tasted and how her slender body pulled fire and pleasure from him. She was beautiful, scars and all. Hell, he considered her sexy and made certain she knew how much he admired her body.

He takes precautions to set them aside alone from the world and once they are tucked away in some safehouse off the grid, his hands on her gripped firm to her waist. Her neck is taken in haste, kisses running from the start of her collared shirt and higher.]

It's been too long. [He utters from the depths of his throat lingering by her ear. The world can be forgotten a little while like this, all concerns and attentions placed on her and her alone.] Just us. I want to make up for time lost, please and sate your every desire as you do mine. We have the night, let's make good use of it, Naoto.

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[ She wants to argue with him but she can't deny it...her flat stomach feels stuffed and heavy. Instead she kisses him, tired and soft. Her stomach even looks slightly rounded as she wriggles off his cock and rolls to the side. Her eyes look doubtful and dark as she squirms against his fingers and lays a hand on her own abdomen. ]

You came so many times...

[ And all of it went into her body. Unreal. She's exhausted after her orgasm, but Heine is Heine - tireless, always. The thought of him thrusting into her more, when she's already so full of his cum and already such a mess... it's weirdly appealing, and even though a moment ago she didn't think she'd be able to go another round, she frowns and trusts him to keep his word as she rolls over and hikes her ass in the air. ]

Can you really do more?

[ She says it over her shoulder, taking the opportunity to stretch her back a little and reach down to feel her own belly again. Despite being so full, she feels empty without him inside, and she can't keep her hips still. Her face is beet red... ]

...Hurry up and g...get me pregnant already.

[Tire comes eventually, but he's long winded and even longer winded when it came to Naoto. Even in her exhaustion, she's keeping up with him and in her own subdued way demanding they go on. He doesn't argue, he's ahead of the curve moving with her and keeping his hand cupped under her preventing anything from leaking out; he promised and he was going to keep it.

The draping of her fingers over her stomach doesn't dawn on Heine as meaning anything right away. He jumps to conclusions with it being the shock of how much he's already came inside, nothing said from his perception of how she's held out and effectively milked him several times over.]

I will. [Reentry is put off for a moment, his body leaning over hers so that he can kiss about her shoulders and down before coming to a halt at the small of her back. He's gotten somewhat softer; but not soft. He's hard enough to press against her folds and the thoughts of going further with his Naoto.]

You already are I bet. [It's whispered as his cock slides right back in, enveloped by her warm slick heat. The entire length is pushed in letting his body arch over hers, both hands under her as one cups her breast and the other sinks lower passing her stomach.

The hand stops, fingers swirling. She felt...fuller. How she looked rolling off of him hadn't fazed him, he thought it trickier of the light lighting and haze of desire that she looked fuller. Yet he isn't able to argue with what her stomach felt like, several swirls about it faint in rise; it couldn't be, but it offered ammunition to tantalize her more.]

Hm-you've either been letting yourself go or...you are getting filled up. [Fingers moved further down back to his original intentions to stimulate her while thrusting into.] So that's what you want, to get pregnant? Not just filled? [Thrust begin drawn out as he rubs about her clit. He doesn't dwell on how she felt full or looked so, it's probably illusion of his own wants. She hasn't told him to slow down or let what's in her free, so she can't be that full. Not enough to start the ache of too much and the pressure with it.]

It's what I want with you, for us. [Impossible as it may be for clones, but he wants to entertain the idea of impregnating her and starting a family attached to that emotion he's poor at showing.] You'll start to show...in a few weeks...start to get too big for everything...[Thrust take up pace and she feels amazing.]

[ When he enters her she sucks in a deep breath and balls her fists in the sheets. Even when he's all the way in, she squirms her ass against him, trying to get him inside all the way up to the last milimeter. As he cups her breast and belly she shivers against his hands, wordless, simply feeling him lodged deep inside her as he fondles her.

She can't come again so soon, especially not after that last peak. It doesn't matter. She wants Heine's cock inside her and all his semen spent in her womb.

Besides, it doesn't mean he's not intensely arousing. It feels incredible as he thrusts his length into her, like his cock was pushing her belly out. This was more than just regular "Heine's huge penis" full... it was like she could still feel all the seed he'd spurted into her already. And he'd give her more, and maybe... he'd give her a child...

She muffled a cry against the pillow and spread wider for him. Her soft voice sounded broken and strangely melodic with want. ]

Just... Ah - Heine, I want you...

[ Her hips arched back into his thrusts, inviting him deeper. ]

Want more of your s...semen in me. Don't stop...!

[For being a clone like him, Naoto is significantly human. That isn't to imply she's average or normal. She's far above it, yet she isn't just like him down to how her body operates. Even if she has to cool off before hitting a peak again, Heine keeps at it supplementing his deep thrust inside her with his massive cock.

The repeated rounds almost make him feel fatter and thicker about his shaft as if his desires are in tune with his body to make certain she's full; very full. There hasn't been a decline in how tense she feels around him. It's all a blur of heat, passion, and fucking to an amount of time he's lost track of.

When she speaks, begs for him, it gathers up that guilt ridden reaction because he revels in it. Some sadistic part of him that's dripped it's way into his conscious from the spine. What doesn't hurt them isn't wrong, there was a copious amounts of roughness time to time that to was pleasing.]

You want more? [Thrust actually lose momentum where his hands continue to fondle and rub.] Beg for it...tell me how much you want it...[He growls dominating having long since had the switch flipped in staking his claim over her. She does have a roundness about her belly he's found in his fondling, an over abundance of cum and his giant shaft pumping buried to his pelvis.

The rise about her is faint in size, negligible if he didn't know every inch of her body. What it feels like he can merely guess, regardless she's asking for more.]

I'll give you it all...more than you can handle...[The pumps find a decent pace teasing and keeping him from coming again just yet. He wants her barer, to primal instincts of procreation and pleasure between beings of flesh.]

You're going to swell...and swell...I don't know if I'll be able...to keep my hands to myself. [Although his clear about what sort of swelling feverish in desire to fill her or impregnate her. Or both.]

Ah... Ah! [ She cries out helplessly as his thrusts stuff her full of his cock again and again. Her flushed face drops to the bedspread as she bucks back against him. He wants her to beg - she's willing to do it, now, to do anything if it means he'll fill her. Her soft desperate voice is barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin. ]

Please fill me, Heine.... I beg you... I'll do anything you want.... ah... just put your cum in me... make me...

[ She feels her humanity slipping away and she's not sorry to see it go. All that matters is being open to him, taking his cock and his cum into her body, all her flesh flushed and yearning for him. As he fondles her breast and belly she can feel his need and she wants to answer him with her own. His massive cock slips into her slick wet opening over and over, stretching her and forcing her to cry out with want. Nobody else can do this to her, nobody else can make her this weak and needy, except Heine. ]

....Make me pregnant, Heine... Please... just...

[ She tries to spread even wider for him as she ruts back against his thrusts. He mutters something about making her swell with his semen and she shivers instinctively and fists her hands in the sheets.

Somehow even though she had been so tired a moment before, his rough words and hard fucking makes her clit ache. Mindlessly she reaches down to rub herself, moaning. His steady, deep thrusts push her closer to orgasm fast. If she comes again even more of his cum will get sucked up into her womb... ]

[Inaudible as her voice is from the bedsheets and the air filled with the sounds of flesh and moans, he can hear Naoto well. Very well. To hear her become so undone and needing adds fuel to the raging fire of desire held for her that she and only she is capable of. He wants to stake claim over that, over her, and he does so in jointing their bodies in immense pleasure.

The slickness of her walls and folds take him in selfishly as if she's fitted for his length, the friction steady even in Heine's slower pace to drag wants from her trembling lips. His lean body leans in deeper, mouth closer to her ears to whisper amidst the sounds of lust.]

You will be fill... hah... filled until you feel like you might burst.

[The lack of tire in face of their several rounds harbors a great deal of awe, but he's playing a large part in continuing this attempt to impregnate her. The palm of the hand cupping her breast squeezes in, the soft flesh fitting into his fingers as his other hand reaches lower to assist her.

He wants her sated in ever way; to be exhausted, pleasure, and filled. Thrust begin to regain speed content with the answers given, but still asking them to fill fantasies of his own.]

You'll get pregnant, my Naoto...maybe with twins...or triples...a litter of ours growing inside you. [It's almost believable despite their clone nature with the amount of seed trapped in her womb. It's a secret desire, to have children with the woman he sees as his wholly. She has him a tight short leash all the same, power balanced in the most unusual ways.

Between the thrusting and want to impregnate her, such things are lost in the abyss of pleasure. All he wants is what she wants, and given he wants them regardless, they'll be getting them. His cock hardens and throbs deep inside her, thrust taking to rapid jerks as he comes pouring more thick potent seed into her womb. White hair falls over his forehead, nose about her back basking in her scent and rising his assisting hand to her belly to feel it swell; and swell it will.

Every part of her is amazing, the sight of her through out this evening burned to his mind. Once her body is exhausted, sated, and filled; it will be worshiped as a temple. But they aren't done yet, she isn't sated or full, they can go on longer and harder until tire takes them both.]

[ When his fingers slip down between her slick folds, she cries out and bucks against his cock. As he strokes her she can't stop arching back against him, begging with her body for more of his cock to fill her, and she braces a hand against the headboard of the bed so she can push herself back on his dick harder. ]

M-more... please...

[ She can feel him against her back, lean and strong. When he mounts her like this it's like he really is a dog, pounding into her animalistically and breeding her. She muffles another cry against the sheets. He's so deep inside and she can feel the thick head of his cock butting up against her cervix. If he comes again his semen would go deep into her womb instantly.

The thought of it, like his fingers frigging her, makes her so aroused and needy that she can't think straight anymore. She needs him. She needs to feel his cum spurting into her...

His thrusts quicken as he gets closer. She ruts back into every one, brainlessly trying to get him to come, trying to earn his seed. Her slick walls tighten around him to milk his cock and force all his sperm to stay deep inside her. At the first faint throbs she gasps and throws her head back and feels her body swept away in orgasm. As she spasms around his cock, she still keeps grinding against him to gather the last few drops and make the pleasure last.

Her belly feels taut and swelled with yet another one of his thick loads. More and more... how can he still?... ]

[Possessive growls fill the air, hands unable to remain still under her just as her body isn't able to remain still against his. All precursors to maintaining human conscious thoughts are slipping away alarming the longer they go at it; the end goal becoming his only go to fill and impregnate her like an animal. Words fall off where focus becomes hazier in the lustful heat.

Heine doesn't need any words, the taunts and teasing sweep off. The rutting and deliberate hiking back into his thrust is enough to tell how bad she needs him. Spurts of cum subside little by little drawn in by her tight walls drinking him into her already full womb.

His vision tunnels and the hold under her tightens. The swell of her belly is felt with a pass of his hand, rounded and taut to the touch. She feels pregnant under his palm, the warm mass settling in her stomach from the round after round of pumping her fertile womb full.]

Naoto... [Her name passes rumbling as he ceases cumming. The position is held, his fattened cock remaining inside twitching in the aftershocks. It's taking longer for him to recuperate and beat back the oncoming exhaustion, but he has more in him yet.

Gradually some semblance of consciousness slips back in while his hand gently caresses her belly. She's phenomenal lasting this long and wanting more, asking for more.]

I want to... see you... see how much you've swelled... [His seed is deep enough it doesn't need a hand to help keep it in anymore he thinks, but a moment of gather wits on her end is given before movement breaks.]

[ She trembles as he runs his hands over her, not sure how he'll feel about what a mess he has made of her. But as soon as he speaks, she knows... he likes it. Maybe even as much as she does.

Obediently she wriggles off of his still-hard dick and almost immediately collapses on the sheets. They've been fucking for such a long time, and she's still weak from her orgasm... it's as much as she can do to roll onto her back and cock up one knee to try and get some cool air on her hot hard-fucked body. Her lazy, soft voice cuts through the silence. ]

Heine...

[ She spreads a little wider for him, showing him how red and lust-reddened she is in the most intimate of places. Her gently-rounded belly is more visible when she's lying on her back. ]

...Felt you coming, that last time. Ah... it was good.

[ Her hand strays up to cup her breast. Even that is a little more swollen and tender with arousal and groping. She pinches the dark pink nipple up like she was offering it to him. ]

C-can you come again? I... [ Her cheeks are so red, still. ]

I still want you in me. Want more of your semen in me...

[ She spreads further so he can see - even though none of his seed is dripping out of her, it's still obvious he has fucked her well. Will he still want more? She can only offer herself to him and hope. ]

[The staking claim is no small part of why Heine likes this. The pleasure is self evident in the back and forth rocking building friction until they erupt into ecstasy, but discarding of their human roles for rutting and creating is taboo in all the right ways.

Motions aren't matched to lay upon the bed, his pale lean body hovering and closing in as Naoto lays out clearly exhausted from getting pounded relentlessly and filled. She's incredibly flushed all over, streaks of vibrant red about her where blood runs fast.

Then there's her belly. That gentle rise from all his seed forcing its way inside her womb. The sight has him wanting to push it further, fuller and rounder until the begs are to stop because she can't take anymore. How merciless the notion sounds isn't lost, but going too far has been the order of the evening and he promised her child and fullness.]

You felt good... really good. [He huffs inching closer losing track of his wishes when she cups her breast. Larger breast, her dark nipples perked and offered.]

I can... again and again... [Lips catch her throat and legs wrap around her to settle himself atop. His cock remains fairly stiff, cum still leaking from its tip from the repeated rounds.] You don't think you're had enough yet? [He whispers, taunting and teasing, before nuzzling against her neck and slipping his palm across the stretched skin of her cum filled belly.

He still wants her, he always does, but greed to linger things on and rile her into asking for more dictate he slows at the very least.] You're already so swollen... can anymore even fit? [The whispers cease and his lips plant kisses down her collarbone where her scar begins, then travels to her sensitive nipple and a tug by his lips. He doesn't need the rest, but consideration for her is given as a moment to let it all sink in insuring she's with child.]

[ She loves the feeling of his mouth on her throat and his semi-hard cock hot against her belly. Faintly she moans, stretching her head back, offering herself to him. One slim arm lazily curls around the back of his neck as he strokes her. ]

D....don't think... I'm going to give up so easily. Heine...

[ His soft kisses trail down, lower, until his mouth swaddles her breast and she pushes up against his mouth; her lax arm suddenly tight on him, pushing him closer. It feels intimately good to have his mouth on her nipple. She turns her cheek against the pillow, flushed and gasping, pawing vacantly at his broad white shoulders.

Not for the first time, she thinks of the way a silver sword slides into its sheath. That's how his body gets enclosed in hers, how his seed gets buried in her belly. The sword has no protection without its sheath, and the sheath has no reason to be without its sword...

She arches her hips up, twining her legs with his and nestling her belly against his cock. It feels hot and ardent against her skin, even as overheated as she was. The soft, tender smell of his body taut with effort fills her nose; she arches up, straining, even, to grip his face in both hands and kiss the top of his fluffy white-haired head. ]

Please don't stop... [ she mutters against his hair. A moment's embarrassed pause. ] just because of something like that...

[ It didn't matter if she overflowed with his semen. All that mattered was getting more of it, feeling more of him. ]

[Never once did he think giving up was on the table. If defiance in the face of pain is regular, than that of defiance in the face of overwhelming pleasure is expected. Whereas too much pain can destroy, pleasure can only spiral out of control and left one a sated mess of nerves. An end goal among many, some more fabricated than others, but the emotions and pleasure wrought are very real.]

Of course not. [It doubles as answer to Naoto's resolve and want to continue throwing the trivial mention of too much away. He should probably feel a twinge of guilt at she wants to go on, to expand her middle further and settle in the notion she's with child.

Her skin is warm where it braces his, cock across her gradual rise of a stomach that's obvious to being strained now. Nothing drastic, though of some surprise that much can be contained. If he is the blade to her sheath, than such blade should remain to the hilt inside where belongs.]

You're gorgeous... flushed and full... how could I stop going? [He mutters setting his nose to her neck after a moment of breath and shifting to position them for penetration. A single arm holds him up while the order strokes at his half mast cock stiffening in short order. Scent, sight, and sound are plenty of fodder to get him aroused all over again.

The gesture of kissing his forehead is returned after parting damp dark hair from her face. Alignment is natural at this point, the head of cock bracing her entrance and slipping inside without need of preparation. Fire flares and stalls him before he slips further inside her walls to hit her deepest parts.]

I can't stop, not until I'm certain you're full of my seed and pregnant. That's what you want- what we want...my Naoto...

[Thrust start with restraint, body rising slightly to better see hers and placing his forehead to hers.]

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