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[twelfth_labour]

[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 can make no reply to his promise, not when his cock keeps stroking inside her, heavy and thick, driving away all her words and worries. All she can do is spread open for him and accept him, with her flat belly taut against his and her heels digging into his back. Her dark hair covers her eyes as she leans into his hungry kisses.

When he pushes deep she can feel the thick spurts of his semen filling her and it makes her want to cry with need. Being filled with him, feeling his intensity and total focus... She moans in her satisfaction and folds her arms around him to cradle him close. He was so beautiful when he came, his eyes shimmering, his white face flushed. He folds against her shoulder and she threads shivery fingers into his hair to stroke him and soothe him.

Her position is a little precarious. Braced against the wall and against his taut body... her hand covers his at her breast and she pulls him up, higher, to the open vee of her shirt. So he can touch bare skin. With a few buttons undone, it would be easy for him to slip his hand into her black bra, if he wanted to.

Now that he's come, now that she can feel his semen heavy and hot in her, she feels so warm and so thirsty for him that she can't really hold still. ]

Heine... [ She squirms, feeling his big hard-on soften just a little inside her. She doesn't like it, she doesn't want to feel his cum leak out, she doesn't want to be this aroused all alone. ] Take me to bed. Don't... don't leave me like this.

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[Elegance isn't quite befitting with what's being done and how she looks. Alas Heine finds her attractive, perhaps more so when she's heated or fighting. It's the primal depths rising up and something his inhuman body is lured to.

Naoto doesn't have to speak. Actions were always plenty. The rises and falls of his orgasm have ceased and his cock softening slightly. His refractory period is fast all thanks to his ability to regenerate and carry on almost indefinitely. More than that, he's not satisfied yet and he hasn't satisfied her yet.

The rake through his hair by quaking hands is like a lulluby, temptation to slip into sleep passing his mind content in their wholeness. Fingers loop under her bra granting a firm grasp and lips a silencing kiss before pulling back to lift them toward the bed.]

I won't...never. [Bits of clothing still clings to the both of them. He wants her stripped bare so he can touch her skin and trace her crossmarked scar. No yet, he thinks carrying them and putting her down on the side of the bed. The position leaves him standing, a pair boxers the only thing left about and bandages as his neck damp with sweat.

His cock hasn't left her in full and won't. He'll stiffen quick and return back to thrusting hard in no time. With his free he's able to rip Naoto's shirt at the vee line more exposing scar and breast alike. The bra doesn't last, clasp about the front broken leaving the article of clothing loose to push aside.]

Your voice...it's lovely. [Especially now with her words becoming needier. The lips that had been biting and kissing take to breast, another hand caressed the one not sucked of.

He's unmovable this time about stroking her clit from below her skirt, cock sliding back and forth to regain stiffness and fill her whole again. None of his cum was going to be let loose, not for a long time. He wants it to linger, he almost wants it to impregnate her marking her forever his.]

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[ She gasps as her back hits the covers, as he tears open her shirt and bra. It's good, it's exactly right, to be more naked with him and feel more of him on her bare skin. His big cock is already so hard again - like the relentless pace he sets, it's so satisfying... but too satisfying, too distractingly intense. Was it the beast in him? She shivers to think of it, with fear and pleasure.

His fingers find her clit and she cries out. Too much - it's too much... She tugs on his hair, asking for his attention. If he looks up he'll see her dark eyes liquid with want for him. ]

Slower ... want to feel every inch...

Heine!...

[ As he slides in again she bucks up against him. Pulling at him with her legs, she tries to get him to stay deep and grind, so the thick head of his cock pushes at the very back of her vagina.

His skillful fingers are clearly having an effect regardless. Naoto arches up against them to get more friction. The roll of her hips is slow and strong and insistent and her pulse beats almost palpably where he slides into her. She wants to come for him, wants to tighten around him and milk his cock, wants to be exposed to him and pleasured by him until she was exhausted.

Each thrust pushes soft, breathy moans from her. Her breasts, pink from his suckling kisses and touching, sway each time he bottoms out in her. ]

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[It's not a thought he wants to dwell on about how much of how he enjoys this is related to the quiet beast in his neck. He's gotten better at keeping it silent, due in part to Naoto's help and comforting hands. He settles on it being a deep seeded primal need and how damn good it feels plunged into her wet heat.

Heine does see her eyes, wrong tugging at at his conscious to see her fall apart and where he likes seeing her come apart so. The pace sets to slow, drawn out and forced in hard despite the pace. Every inch of his thick hard cock enters her with every thrust and fingers rub about her clit catching the slight arch against them.]

Every inch...until you're completely filled. [The words tumble from a growl, lips clashing with hers because fuck she's hot and amazing and his.]

Is that..what you want? [He teases between his own pants. At an arch from kissing her he sees her unwound body shaking and bucking against his cock, her breast swaying covered in love marks, and that lustful gaze flushed and needy.]

What if my...seed takes hold, Naoto? [There aren't any protective measures taken on his end, but assumption always went clones being unable to procreate. Perhaps it's the reason the notion of sowing his seed in her is so damn alluring, to see her taut thin middle swell in months heavy with child as her breast fill will milk and hips widen.

The twinge of edging close hits, thrust keeping to the same painfully slow rhythm. No yet, he can hold back fine having gotten off once already; no until she comes and tightens around his cock, the slick muscles inside her long already pulling him in.]

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[ Slower makes his big dick feel even bigger. He pushes so deliberately into her body, and the feeling of friction and fullness is inescapable. She touches his belly with the tips of her fingers and feels how he flexes, powerfully, every time he thrusts. Up until his last words she can still hold his gaze insolently, still kiss back as fiercely, still rock up insistently to meet his thrusts.

But when he says something like that, with his cock in her, with his cum sealed up inside her... his panting, rough voice culls up a dark resonance from within. It's frightening, the thought of what it could mean - the tangled blood of experiments and monsters swelling inside her. A transgression. She's shocked, and still a hot throb of need makes her clench tight around his cock. Her pink mouth drops open but she can't answer.

Nothing seems to matter anymore except Heine's seed inside of her. ]

Please...

[ She manages, not even sure what she's asking for. The sheer erotic charge of his words is almost more powerful than the fingers teasing her to orgasm. She presses up into his touch even as her legs untangle from around him to spread very wide, her knees falling back and almost touching the bed. She strains to get totally open to his thrusts, ao there's nothing stopping him from getting as deep as he possibly can. ]

Please...

[ Her hands reach overhead to grip the sheets so tight her knuckles go white. She grits her teeth and arches up high into his thrusts...

She wants him so badly it hurts. The thing that pushes her over the edge is the memory of the pulse and heat of his cum filling her. She cries out desperately as her tight walls spasm around his cock, as her thighs tremble to stay as forced-open as possible. ]

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[Reckless and irrational as it sounding rumbling from his throat, the temptation and taboo of making a child between ventures into inciting. He wants to be with her, more than this occasional fuck and calming embraces; yet is doesn't speak for the whole matter.

Heine doesn't dwell on it much further than his few coarse words and forceful thrust working the slim muscles of his body under pale skin. The walk by fingers surpassed primitive needs of flesh and breaks into affectionate. Such things are hard to show or bare when the body and mind is only interested in pleasure; he does notice the subtleties and relishes in them among the burning heat.]

Naoto... [He grunts her name, not from tire, but from the overwhelming sensations wrapping his body. Naoto is all that matters in their enclosed seclusion from the world. Pleasure is encompassed in it, his pulled from hers along with the pleasure rocked from her tight core.

The whined please teeters him toward the edge, a single simple word holding influence over him. His arms have taken to the bed balancing himself to thrust into her open legs deeper.

It drives him mad. She drives him mad and it's a madness he'd gladly spiral into. Her climax is what does send him over, walls clamping around his cock in one final push in. Cum pours hot from his tip filling her more, sewing seed into her.

Her name breaks his lips, eyes red and bright staring at her cry out and shake as he cums continuously into her. The sight is burned into his mind; the flush of her skin, the rise and fall of her scarred chest, and the needful glaze over her bewitching eyes. It takes longer to taper off, the rising waves coming less as he goes back to kissing her neck.

The aftershocks will cease and another round will come. Turning her into a sated puddled mess is enough to stiffen him again, the last few spurts of cum entering her and filling her. She could already be bearing theirs, holding life in her belly. Their cursed genetics frighten him, but by the same coin they've defied their coding to become their own. They weren't intended to have compassion or care for another being.]

Please...what? [A soft whisper goading her on to beg and say what she wants, so that he may give it.]

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[ For a few moments she can't even move, much less speak. They'd fucked before but not like this... not with him saying such obscene things. Not with him coming and staying so hard inside her.

Slowly, shakily, her thighs cuddle loosely around his hips. Her arms fold over his shoulders - his skin feels so hot against her own. She can feel him inside still. More than just his shaft, she can feel a heavy fullness that shifts as she settles her body against his and hides her damp face against his neck. His question is embarrassing... ]

...Don't make me say it.

[ Even though she's still thinking it. About the wet heat inside her, about the thick spurts of his cum filling her, maybe even sinking into her womb. He'd already come twice. It was embarrassing and unforgivably hot the way he'd made her spread open for him like that, begging with her whole body for his seed.

For now she just holds him silently. One hand lazily strokes his hair or pets down his lean arm, feeling his strength. Even now, she still feels so full and open to him that the occasional aftershock makes her internal muscles flutter against his cock. ]

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[The time away from Naoto physically and intimately took it's toll on him, the urge to make up for what was lost immense. Silence by stillness allows him to admire her body and where clothing remained from the haste of need.

Tranquilness overtakes him, Her arms and legs entrapping him in a fiery warmth he could drift into a lazy peace. He nuzzles against the top of her hair and plants a soft kiss, the hand not balancing combing about the back of her short dark hair.]

I want to hear it. [The uncommon lift of his cheeks into a smile breaks upon his face bearing the signs of exertion and flush. To see her let go so thoroughly and yet maintain a rigid grasp to who she is stirs the fires of his desire like few things do; he being the only person to put in the state that softened her sharp eyes and beckons moans from shaking lips.

Again, he hasn't pulled himself free or has turned flaccid riding the tremblers of their bodies in the aftershocks. The position isn't opportune to skim his fingers about her body, himself bent over her from the side of the bed. He doesn't want to free her up, not too long, and satisfaction hasn't been met to him.]

We aren't done. [It's stated factual, a kiss placed on her forehead. Several rounds have long been the standard with his abnormal body, but tonight the talk of filling and sewing his seed rattles his leash.

There's a lot of it already in her, unmoving from being unable to escape, and it's not enough. Not with how she craved for it.]

You top this time. [A pause as he reels back to look her in the face.] First though, we strip you bare. [He doesn't bring it up about keeping what's already inside her remaining there. Enough haste and nothing will slip out, unless all of it has gone to seed with her.

As incentive he pulls his cock back some and pushes back in kindling embers that don't need it. He's picking at her shirt as he does this, to free her top and take of her breast more. Her skirt will take nothing, a firm grab and tear unless she removes them with more grace.]

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Heine...

[ Is it more affectionate or annoyed? As he states his terms and conditions, and busies himself with her clothes, there's hardly enough time to answer his question.

Even though the feel of his cock moving is delicious, it seems very likely that he's going to try to tear off her skirt, and she likes this skirt. Easier to think clearly about this now that he brought her to orgasm once already. A few minutes before, she wouldn't have cared what he did to it. ]

Tch...

[ She tucks one leg back and wriggles a slim foot against his hip. Setting her elbows firmly on the sheets, she pushes at him, glaring at him with dark, serious eyes. Actually, she will push him entirely back. If he wants her naked and on top... she certainly wants him naked too, so they'll have to separate.

While she strips off her shirt and bra efficiently, wriggling out of her skirt brings a hot flush between her legs. ]

...Ah... It's...

[ It's leaking out. A slightly worried frown. She scoops her ass out of the skirt and kicks it aside hurriedly. Then she reaches for him, grasping his hand, pressing it between her legs. She's incredibly hot there and slick with her own wetness and his cum. Her frown is very pointedly at him now. ]

P-put it back in.

Your seed...

[ Her voice drops to a whisper on the last word. She looks away. He should still be able to maneuver himself onto the bed properly with one hand busy, if he cares to. ]

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[The two weren't mutually exclusive. An exasperated sigh can carry genuine concern for his well being, it's endearing really and reminds him that Naoto can in fact be cute.

Which may explain his lagging start and his long amused gaze brought on by a single word and action. Undressing clicks when he sees her start and his boxers are slipped off. He halts from kicking them across the room when he hears her mutter, then arches his faded eyebrows before it dawns on him; after she puts her hand at her heats slick core.

The dissatisfied lock almost earns a what, but her following words answer the unspoken question. Striking up embarrassment places her in a precarious place of cute and sexy, lips closing into hers hurried to force her face back to his.]

I will...[Then dragged and deep he follows;]...if you say please...

[He's going to regardless, fingers cupping into to make certain nothing escapes and applying his palm about her clit. Moving about this way is a greater hassle, yet it's one he'll accept no charge.

Her answer is put on standby while he crawls on the bed urging her forward by his blocking hand. Once settled higher, he shifts, stops, waits on assistance from her side to prevent leaking, and continues until he's laying on his back with her atop.

His less occupied hand sets fingers light on the center of her scar and draws down past her rib cage and stalls below her belly button. She feels full, though it my simply be trickery. Nothing appears different to his vision, still knowing she's longing to keep his seed inside means he won't need stroking to retain stiffness.]

The more it lingers, the more of a chance you'll end up pregnant. [His red eyes pull up from her flat stomach long since imagining it grow with theirs to her face flushed and lovely.] Nine months with child, our child...you may already be...[The smirk hides his fair share of embarrassing delight over how enticing it is the see her swelling with life.]

Is that what you want, my Naoto?

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[ She could punch him for being so difficult and teasing, but instead her frown sets in harder. As he settles onto the bed, his fingers deliciously and embarrassingly pressed between her flushed, swollen labia, it's hard to stay mad at him even while he talks about such things. She kneels over him, settling back a bit so his big cock is in front of her and lolling fatly on his lean belly. ]

S-stop talking about things like that.

[ She squirms against his fingers. He can surely feel the heat of her body so close to his balls.... she nestles up a bit, so she's just grazing them between her spread legs. Then she cuddles a hand under his thick dick and lifts it up against her mound, her flat abdomen. Seeing how far up on her it stretches. Feels hot against her skin. He's still so hard... ]

...Can't believe it all fits...

[ Even if he doesn't need it, she can't help but stroke it once or twice, slowly. She licks her lips thoughtfully and lifts up to try and fit him back in. It won't be too difficult, when she's already so wet and so spread open for him already. ]

Heine...

[ She guides the big head of his cock towards her entrance, nudging aside his fingers. Her head drops, so her dark hair hides her face. She can't look at him when she says stuff like she's about to say, as his shaft slides into her slick heat. ]

...Want you to fill me with your cum...So please...

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[Even her frown is something to marvel at and a way to tell he can can pull her strings. Heine idles himself awaiting what she wishes in her actions rather than words. He wanted her to top this round, to better see her body lift and fall on his cock and finally tremble when she came.]

Does it bother you that much?

[The implication isn't annoyance that his words are holding, but a bother rise in heat about her. She's long already warm, every bit of her from her fingers to her core. A long sigh releases, eyes shut briefly under she speaks again.]

...hm...better than a glove. [He fit perfect upon a bit of stretching. The damp tightness was nothing short of amazing wrapped around his heavy cock and the pull her body took in milking made it even better. She wanted him and likewise he wanted her; needed her.

His shaft twitches from her strokes, remaining cum dribbling over the top. Reentering sets his jaw to shake, her body sucking him in nice and tight. He can feel every inch of her, every bit of him fitted.]

I will, Naoto. [A switch flips, voice deep as he spoke and hips rising to shove a bit more of him in. He is going to fill her until she can't take anymore, until she feels as though she may pop from how full she is.

Hands move up her torso skirting her rib cage before taking hold of her breast kneading soft. Some of her scar brushes his hands, a note made to trace them by finger and lips soon. The heated pool at his lower stomach starts to build up from her words and feeling her on top of him.]

You shouldn't be ashamed...it's what I want to. [His hands return to her sides bracing for the lifts of her body.] I want to fill you...I want you...just tell me what you want and I shall give. [Anything to hear her more as he felt her, his sense overtaken by only her.]

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[ Her small pink nipple is hard against his palm when he cups her and fondles her. Her small hands flatten on his chest as she settles all the way down on his cock. The fingertips dig in a little - when he talks like that, so deep and earnest... hard not to want to give in completely. She shivers at his words, at the feel of his dick in her as he arches. ]

...Nnnnn...

[ She strokes his shoulder, though the overwhelming sensation of him makes her a little clumsy. Her hips roll gently against him, but it only settles him deeper inside. Her chin is still dropped, her eyes still hidden by the fall of her hair. Looking down at where their bodies meet, she can see, if she lifts up a bit, the very base of his dick, and the way it spreads her labia open as he enters her.

Warily she slides back down so he's completely in. ]

I want... Ah...

[ Again her hands tense on him. Again she rises halfway up on her knees, so the hot, shining sheath of his dick slides nearly out of her and grinds delicious sensations as it goes. She eases back down slowly, tightening around him. ]

...I want you to come in me... again and again...

[ One of her hands slips down then, and her fingers nestle into the space between him to touch his cock when she pulls up. Then she slides her fingertips into her own folds and finds her small swollen clit. A soft panting breath hides her moan. She arches restlessly against him. ]

...want you to watch me come. H-heine... is that too much?

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[His regeneration factor fades Naoto's nail makes into transparency and he's reminded amid the heat how he wishes her marks would remain for longer. She doesn't have to leave a mark to claim ownership, the rise and intake of his cock deep in moans and rolling of her defined hips. The base of his thumb rakes across her hardened nipple, the other hand sliding low catching grip where he back and backside met in a gradual curve.

Eyes drag from her body to where they're entangled, building fire with friction. It's a unconventional thought, but they are conventional; the awe of how her body takes up his entire shaft, stretching her out and hitting every nerve of hers and his.]

Over and over...[He exhales feeling the tightening spring in the pit of his stomach. It's not a difficult wish to fulfill given he's benefiting it a lot from how it feels and how she looks. He can trace ever line about her body and worship every since curve.]

...then come for me Naoto...come with me...over and over...[It's all spoken from his throat, rumbling from his chest feral and animalistic. She's at her clit already rising her pleasure, he adds by fondling rougher and slipping touches about her sensitive scar tissue. She deserves to come over and over, past exhaustion and into a sated mess.

He doesn't bother holding himself back from coming, there's many more rounds to follow and his refractory period is next to nothing. The tightened spring reaches it's breaking point, warmth and pleasure striking him hard despite feeling it coming.]

...Nao. [Her name passes unfinished, grip holding harder and nails pressing into her flesh. The muscles on the inside of his hips continue to thrust forcing all him inside and making certain none of him leaves.] Never...enough... [He adds, eyes fluttering and taking her in as he comes hard and long.]

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[ He feels so good, so big inside, so warm with his hands and words. Just watching him, she can see him edge towards orgasm again, and she wants it. She wants him, in his pleasure. She hugs her legs around his sides and rides him harder to match his rising heartbeat and roughening touch, tightening around him and dropping down on his dick hard so he could feel the very deepest parts of her. And she watches him without looking away, almost without blinking. Wanting to see him when he comes.

When it happens she gasps at the feel of his nails digging in and his dick pushed hard and deep into her. He's so deeply seated that she can actually feel the strong, hot spurts of his cum filling her... She cries out and grabs his white shoulder to brace herself. She was already so full, all that cum had to be sinking into her womb by now. ]

Heine!...

[ There's panic and stark lust in her voice. Her fingers are moving fast between her folds, stroking her closer and closer to orgasm as she feels his semen swelling her, impregnating her.

She can't keep still anymore. Somehow he's still hard... She's so grateful she could cry, and she bucks against him and moans openly with need to feel him moving in her again. Her whole body trembles as she rides him. ]

Please... Please!

[ Please come in me more, please fuck me more, please don't ever stop she wants to say, but no words come as she arches up and lets her head fall back in restless and desperate pleasure. ]

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[The constant stimulation of having his large cock tightly bound and sucked him leaves Heine no period to become soft. He doesn't need a period to come down and then build back up, he simply can go and he does long as Naoto rides him moaning and shaking.

His eyes are bright, the burning red almost glowing as lustful thoughts take hold of his head. She gets another of her wishes in watching him cum and he his in watching her slip further and further into a sated mess brought on by him. The tighter grip about her skin loosens as the gradual tapering off of his climax goes on, heavy seed still leaving him in the last couple of waves.]

Naoto...fuck. [He's already close again, no relaxation and his senses taken up by her proves potent. With so much of him trapped inside her has to have taken hold, so much it's filled her and making certain his cum has taken to. Yet he wants to make sure. No; he needs to make sure, to pump her so full there's no doubt she's pregnant.]

Can you feel it? [Hips roll helping to match her thrust, both hands sinking to her waist to hold her against him connecting them. Even with several rounds behind them, she's still tight and wet accepting him perfectly.]

My seed...taking to you... [His breath has gotten shorter, panted and causing his jaw to tremble with the pleasure of making love. It's not enough...I want to make you full...more than you can stand...

[The unending assault on his senses takes toll and he begins coming again true to his words about filling her. His vision blurs, white enclosing on all side leaving a framed image of her riding him begging for more.

Thick hot cum comes in large spurts deep inside her walls, her womb, forcing itself into the tight quarters already full of his seed; and there's more of it to follow.]

Naoto...mhm- [His eyes snap shut, then open narrow and sharp as he speaks.] Come for me...come hard...[The weight of his tone makes it sound an order, to come along side him and to do again and again yet.]

screeee sorry for late

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[ She wraps her arms around him helpless as she feels him nearing orgasm again. She folds over, her slim body close to his own, her breasts resting on his chest and his filthy and delicious words in her ear. She was already so close... but even more than her own pleasure, she wanted to feel him, to connect with him and feel the same things he felt... ]

It's in me...

[ Between her panted, breathy words, she kisses him, desperate and tender. ]

...all your semen is in me.... If I come...

[ If she comes her whole body will open up for his seed. Her cervix will dip into the well of seed he'd already pushed into her, her walls will tighten around him to milk his cock, her womb would swell with the influx of his cum...

Delicate and demanding, she kisses his throat as he pushes deep into her and the hot spurts of his cum fill her. She cries out and holds him close with one arm as she strokes herself off with the pulsing, hot feel of his cum filling her. ]

Heine.... Heine!...

[ His cum is all it takes to push her over the edge. Feeling him thrust deep and pour his seed into her, she can't help but come with him. Crying out his name, she lets her head fall back and clamps her thighs tightly around him as wave after wave of pleasure overrides her brains. Her breasts bounce as she jerks herself on his cock to drink in the last spurts of his cum. ]

don't fret, but i'm glad you're back!

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[How far she's come undone astonishes him, from the near stoic and collect swordswoman to the panting disorganized woman begging for him with words and her very body. Heine can't deny the twinge of guilt for liking Naoto falling into such a state of raw want, but he takes pleasure in knowing it's him and him alone she desires for.

His throat tightens in reaction to her kisses about his neck coming so near the wrapping scars of it. There's a level of sensitivity about those scars rounding from the back of his neck where that accursed metal plate lays. She's the only one allowed to kiss him there.

The flutter of his eyes steadies as the amount of cum spurting into her lessens tapering off his long and hard orgasm. It's unbelievable, the amount already in her and the yearning to put even more. Rest he decides is well deserved if little lasting.]

It's all deep inside you now...[He says confident and smirking watching her body gradually fall back down from her orgasm, the tightening of her hips and greedy acceptance of her body keeping him stiff and lodged inside her.]...all that cum...you may be bearing more than one child by now...Naoto.

[The possessive tone in his voice sharpens and when she finally levels out, he's sitting up to slip his fingers to her over sensitive clit.] Pull off...I won't let any of it go...I promise.

[It's probably so deep into her now it can't escape easy, but he's taking precaution. She wants to be filled and he wants to do it. His body arches, discomfort pulling at the muscles at his back; but he wants to kiss her lips, his cock pulling back slightly without pulling out in full.]

How do you feel? Does so much cum make you feel full? Bloated and tight? [The teases cross between hungry lips, fingers below rubbing slow and keeping hers at bay.] On your knees...I want to take you from every angle...I want to fill you from every angle.

s-so nice

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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.

well it's been a great thread, hope it's been the same for you!

[twelfth_labour]

[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.]

:)

[twicecrossed]

[ 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...!

\o/

[twelfth_labour]

[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.]

[twicecrossed]

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... ]

welcome back :)

[twelfth_labour]

[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.]

:)

[twicecrossed]

[ 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?... ]

[twelfth_labour]

[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.]

[twicecrossed]

[ 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. ]

[twelfth_labour]

[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.]

[twicecrossed]

[ 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. ]

[twelfth_labour]

[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.]