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“I really hate stairs…” You mutter as Miko wraps her arms around your own, wooden and unfeeling, while your other hand grips the wood railing with enough strength to almost splinter it, your youkai strength making itself manifest.
“Oh, Godling, don’t be so fussy. No one’s going to gossip about you needing the help of your pregnant wife to descend some stairs, will they?” Miko teases you, softly whispering those words as you move down the steps one by one. After these hundred years of being together and learning how to function, climbing and descending stairs. Your equilibrium just goes to hell whenever you have to move on them.
“Maybe if it was just one set, but whoever it was that designed the Tenshukaku decided to place about ten flights of stairs on it…!” You whisper back as you plant your feet on the stone floor, much more amenable to your unique condition.
Carefully, you slip your hand behind Miko’s back, planting it on her swollen belly with the utmost care you can have. And of course, she presses herself to you, as you know that if she had her tails out, they would be all wrapped around your body too.
Ever since she dropped her glamours and revealed her pregnancy at the Shrine, Miko seems to have become a bit of an exhibitionist. Except that instead of exhibiting her body, what she likes to exhibit is her husband.
Every chance she gets, she drags you to the city, be it to go shopping, relax at the hot springs, go to restaurants, or more recently, visit the Raiden Shogun. She liked to see everyone squirm at the thought of her actually being married for longer than they’ve been alive. Rumors about you abound, from you being some kind of enslaving demon that has a spell over her to you being the secret most powerful warrior of Inazuma that defeated a hundred of Miko’s suitors to gain the right to marry her.
Pure hogwash. You have a mean punch, being a big guy and having arms made of wood—that’s true—but with your need to maintain constant concentration to even move, you feel you’d fall to the floor if you tried to ever hit someone. And of course you have no mind powers, only the capacity to make plants grow faster.
“Hmm, I love you, Godling…” Miko rubbed herself against you as you kept walking, leaving a couple of nearby doushin guards flabbergasted at seeing the known absolute tease acting in such a way.
Well, maybe you had the superpower of making your mischievous wife act really cute too.
“Yeah, yeah…” You murmured as you softly caressed her belly too, making Miko’s ears raise before being dragged back down by her heavy golden finery, the afternoon sun reflecting off her vision. “What do you want to do now, Miko?”
You came to visit the Raiden Shogun with her, as a festival is going on today, overtaking the whole city. 'A perfect opportunity to meet your god' Miko said. A first time for you, and you were scared witless with all the stories that Miko had told you about her slaying gods and the like, what with you having been kind of one yourself back in the past. But Ei turned out to be a lovely woman, so much so that she pulled you aside to thank you for making Miko soften like that.
You have no idea of what she was talking about, because for you, Miko has always been perfect. Still, you just nodded along, not daring to displease your ruler.
“Hmm… How about we buy you a new jinbei? Your old one is already splitting at the seams…” Miko responds as you two walk together through the long bridge that connects the Tenshukaku to Inazuma City.
“It can still hold, Miko.” You respond. For some reason, you’ve always been very thrifty, but with Miko being the one to earn all of the money and the one to control it, she has never let you make those decisions. Maybe for good.
“Ohh no, Godling…” Miko stopped, grabbing the neck of your kinagashi and pulling you down to her level, giving you a quick kiss, with a small nip on your lips added for bonus effect, before she spoke. “No handsome husband of mine is going to sleep in rags, Godling. I’m sure Ogura Textiles has something that is just perfect for you…”
Miko practically dragged you through the streets of Tenryou as you tried to fix the neck of your clothes. You wanted to wear your haori and hakama and all to visit the shogun, what with it being so important in your mind, but Miko insisted that a kinagashi was enough. You still were going to come barefoot, though. Shoes are not a friend of yours.
But with the way Miko is moving, you can detect that there is something more to her attitude at this moment. You know your wife well, and even just the way she walks is identifiable for you: horny. Horny as all hell.
You look around, watching the citizens of Inazuma look at you as you pass; tons of them are congregated on the streets because of the festival going on. Some look in admiration, others in envy, others in indifference… And others are just blushing. You have an inkling of why. After all, seeing Yae Miko strolling around with a big belly was not something that anyone expected. Apparently a golden ring on her finger was not enough proof of her being married until she decided to bring you out and let everyone know who you are.
After all, the man who filled Yae Miko with quadruplets is bound to be talked about. But of course, she’s a kitsune; it’s normal for her to have that many children at once. Her body even adapted perfectly to it, the skin of her belly stretching for it without even a mark appearing on it, which is as soft as it is glossy, perfectly beautiful for a mother. It also helps that kitsune babies are not as big as human babies when they’re just born, according to her. But even so, six months in, and she looked ready to pop already.
By the time your brain went back to reality after you visualized your naked wife in your mind, you were already inside Ogura Textiles. And Miko’s still dragging you, holding your unfeeling hand and making your much bigger form walk right behind her, her hips swaying left and right. “Come on, let’s get you something, Godling…”
Shopping for clothes with Miko is an exercise in being a doll, with her scouring every single little bit of every aisle to find the perfect thing for you. And of course, then comes the fitting room. “Alright then, won’t you undress for me, dear husband?”
You narrow your eyes as you look at Miko, the blush on her face and the look that she’s giving you making you start feeling things down there. You sigh, obeying her will and quickly undoing your kinagashi, letting it fall to the floor and leaving you only in your underwear.
And before you could say anything, Miko was already upon you, getting on her knees between your legs and pressing her face to your crotch, sniffing the scent of you as deeply as she could, one of her tails out and swaying, probably against her will.
“Miko…!” You whisper, your hands pressed to the wall behind you. You don’t want to push her away, for risk of accidentally hurting her with your unfeeling limbs. So you had to let her do as she wanted.
Though deep inside, you want this too. After all, your wife is the most beautiful and lovely woman in this world, isn’t she?
“Ohh, Godling… I’ve been holding back for so long today…” Miko softly whines, her hands on your muscled thighs, lightly pricking your skin with her sharp nails. “I need a fix of my handsome husband, right here, right now…”
You can’t say anything for fear of being heard from outside the changing room, so you bite your tongue, letting Miko do as she wants. She digs her fingers inside your underwear before pulling it down to your ankles in one fell swoop, letting your big cock flop down on her beautiful face, her mischievous smirk turning into an open-mouthed, lewd, hungry smile, sharp fangs gleaming in her mouth, her pupils dilating as she breathes in your cock scent even more directly.
Her nose twitches as she keeps taking in your virile smell, reminding her brain of just who it was that got her so pregnant and so horny. And then she let her tongue out, the slimy pink thing hanging for a moment before she pushed forward and buried her face in your crotch, lapping at your bulging sack with her tongue and panting as she savors your taste, small moans meant only for you to hear leaving her mouth all the while.
She’s very excited, and you are the cause. “Ohhh, damnable pregnancy hormones, making me feel like this…!”
She turns her eyes up at you, those deep purple pools overtaken by the black of her pupils, only lust showing on them. “This is your fault, Godling…! You have to make it up to me…!”
You hold your tongue, not reminding her that she was the one that wanted to get bred. She keeps lavishing your balls, showing her love for those fat cum tanks that had given her all the baby batter she needed to get her kit oven working, running her tongue all around them, lifting their weight and sucking them inside her mouth, her face turned up so that she could rub your big, hard cock all around it, impregnating her face with your musk. According to her, you have a particular smell. Might be your fertility god credentials if you had to bet. But it could also be Miko messing with you; you never know with your wife.
“Mhhaahh…! I love you so much…!” Except when it comes to this. She was and is always sincere with her feelings about you, and you love that about her.
“Hmmghhuuh…” And you also love the way she sucks cock, pulling her head back in a single smooth motion, running her tongue all over the underside of your cock until your big tip falls on it. Miko looks up at you, both of her eyes focused on you and only you, and plants a big, long kiss on your cockhead, teasing your cumslit with the tip of her tongue and making out with it like a lover.
Her hand moves, gripping your own and moving it from the wall, and you offer no resistance, letting her grab it. She squeezes it, and you can’t feel it. And yet, it makes your heart glad. So much that you speak without thinking. “I love you, Miko…”
Your wife blushes, pulling back and smiling beautifully. “Me too, Godling…”
And with that, she opens her mouth wide, exposing those vulpine fangs of hers, and then practically inhaling your cock, sinking it inside her mouth and then her throat without any kind of trouble. It's hard to have them when you’ve been together for almost a century. It’d be surprising if she had any trouble getting that big thing of yours inside her throat, bulging her neck as she wraps her lips around your base, burying her nose in your pubic hair.
You see her squeeze your hand, and you can’t help but want to reciprocate, and so you move your free hand towards Miko’s head. You hesitate for a second, but her reassuring gaze always helps you overcome these feelings of anxiety. You plant your wooden palm on top of her head, softly patting and ruffling her glossy pink hair, carefully stroking the base of her ears and making her tremble, and you could almost smell how her pussy drenched itself inside her own pink kimono.
Someone else wouldn’t be able to, but that smell is engraved in your brain, and the taste of its source is a permanent memory on your tongue too.
Miko keeps looking at you, her vulnerable gaze burning into you as her ears swivel around your fingers. She lifts her free hand, placing it on yours, and pulling it away as she almost smiles around your cock. With a shift of her grip, she interlocks your unfeeling fingers with hers, and without further ado, starts bobbing her head on your cock, slowly and sensually going from base to tip over the course of a few seconds.
“Mhhgh…” You do your best to contain your moans as Miko has her fun with you, savoring the taste of your maleness just like always, and just like always, you let her do it. You couldn’t do otherwise; you love your wife too much, and you always desire her as much as she desires you, especially since she got pregnant. Such a lewd ball of boob and baby, your wife, wanting to do things like this outside of your home in Mt. Yougou.
“Mghh… Ghlk… Ghlk… Ghlk…” She takes her time, caressing your cock to the very last corner with her tongue, suctioning like a vacuum as she pulls her head back, before easily swallowing you completely again. Her pink tail is out of control behind her, her happiness manifesting itself as contented wagging that you loved to witness, knowing that you’re the only person in this world allowed to witness the teasing and unreachable Yae Miko’s tails.
“Fuck, Miko… You’re the best cocksucker ever…” You almost silently praise her, tightening your hold on her hands until you see her delicate skin depressing, judging that it is enough. And she loves it, her eyes flitting between your face and your hands.
“You’re the best wife a man could have…” You let out in a deep moan, and you can see how her ears perk all the way up as her tail shoots back like an arrow, your praise hitting her like a running oni. Ever since she got pregnant, she had become so, so sensitive and so, so precious.
Words that she already loved became a source of bliss for her, simple gestures of affection became symbols of your love, and the daily union of your bodies became a consummation of your deep connection.
And so, Miko decided to stop playing, going right for the prize and taking your cock as deep as it could go, down her throat until your balls rested against her chin. And with that, she let her tongue out and lapped at your balls while trying to swallow, and again and again, using the arrested movement of the muscles of her neck to stimulate your cock to the heights of pleasure.
She does this sometimes when she says that ‘her neck is tired.’ Just another way to torment your cock however she wants, but it’s so pleasurable that you can’t complain.
“Hmmhmhm…!” She laughs with your cock plugging her throat, amusedly looking at how you grit your teeth, one of your eyes closing by itself as the pleasure overwhelms you more and more and more until you can’t hold it anymore, the constant stimulation of her swallowing driving you into the heights of pleasure.
“Ghhhh…!!” You bite back a growl as your dear cock-sucking fox wife lets all of your semen go right down into her stomach, bypassing a quarter of her esophagus from just how big your cock is, that fertility boon of yours one that Miko has always enjoyed.
She keeps herself on your meat until you’re done cumming, your spent balls finally relaxing and hanging back down. Slowly she pulls back, her pursed lips and hollowed cheeks a perfect cocksleeve that practically vacuums your cock on the way out, leaving it spotless as it pops out of her mouth.
“Hmmm… Ah… Delectable as always, Godling…” Miko murmurs as she stands up, pressing herself to you, her clothed belly resting against your ab-lined middle, letting you feel its powerful warmth. You delicately wrap your arms around her, embracing her. She could still feel your cock throbbing against her thigh, slowly going down again. “Ahh, such a brutish cock you have, dear. Good thing I’m here for you, because no other woman would be able to take that thing inside her without being hurt…”
“Hah… I wonder what would happen if the people learned that Yae Miko is a size queen…” You whisper back into her pink-furred ear, which twitches after your words, her jewelry clinking from the sudden motion. She looks up at you, her purple eyes almost shining. “My! The big, strong fertility godling has learned how to tease…!”
With a swift move, Miko grabs you and pulls you down into a kiss, her hand moving down to touch the plate on your chest, tracing the lines of the characters written on it. She pushes her tongue inside your mouth, making you taste the combination of you and her as you make out with your wife, her body tightly pressed to yours.
She goes on for long, starting to get you excited again, but as soon as your cock starts rising, she pulls back as fast as she started, a look full of mischief showing on her face as her stray tail popped out of existence. “Hmm, hmm! Too exciting for you? Maybe we can continue this later… For now, how about we get a bite to eat? My treat!”
Saying that it’s her treat is cheating; she’s the only one that makes money here. Your only job is making her happy, and it’s a job you love doing. Besides your fields. That’s more of a hobby than anything, if you’re honest with yourself. But Miko loves your produce, so maybe
You let out a sigh as you shake your head before simply smiling. That’s your wife, and you wouldn’t change her for anything. “Alright then. But I’m ordering my favorite today, alright?”
Miko’s expression shifts, her mischievous grin turning to a sincere smile, full of love and appreciation. “Of course, my dear. You can get anything that you want…”
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“Y-You need to stop…” You groan quietly beside Miko, tucked into a booth inside Uyuu Restaurant, half-eaten plates spread in front of you.
“Hmm, why, Godling? Just say ahhhh…” She pronounces as she strongly squeezes your cock under the table, making you open your mouth in a silent groan before she pushes a bite-sized piece of your favorite food from your plate.
“Ah, that’s good; it’s nice when you’re so obedient…” She murmured, moving her hand faster and tormenting your meat with slow, deliberate strokes, touching exactly where she knows you like to be touched, in the way she knows you like to be touched, making you bite back moan after moan for fear of making a scene in public.
The restaurant is packed, so the noise is drowned out, but eyes focus on you every so often, as, of course, no one can resist the urge to take a peek at Yae Miko and her ‘secret’ husband. You’re not good at reading people, so you can’t identify if the people’s gazes mean that they’re onto you or they’re just interested.
In any case, stopping Miko just isn’t an option, for fear of hurting her, and because denying your wife is also something that you hate doing. Maybe she has you under a spell, or a fertility idol like you can’t deny the request of a pregnant woman, but the thought just isn’t in your mind in any way. You can’t force her; you can only plead.
“Miko, please…” You moan under your breath after you chew and swallow the food, turning your eyes from the crowd to look at her, her purple eyes shining with lust and amusement as she keeps on stimulating you from under the table, a positively vulpine smile on her face as she looks right back at you. “Please what, Godling?”
“Ghhh, please…” You start, but she starts to go even faster, her agile hand gliding all over your length and girth, pressing and pushing and squeezing your cock with all the dexterity you could expect from a cunning fox like her, her sharp fingernails lightly raking over the sensitive skin of your cock and driving you to taller heights of lust, the occasional gaze from other people making you as nervous as you could be too.
“Heehee, please what, dear husband?” Miko let out an evil laugh as she kept going on and on and on, masturbating your long cock from base to tip in swift motions that leave you breathless, unable to say a word to her. “How about… Please, Miko, let me cum?”
You can't resist it anymore; the stimulation is too much, and so is the pressure of the situation. If you cum now, then Miko will finally stop, too. You take a breath, steeling yourself to let the words out without anyone hearing you, and in a swift move, press your face into Miko’s fragrant pink hair, speaking right beside her ear. “Please, Miko… Let me cum…!”
You watch her grin widen as she expertly handles your cock, and with barely a few presses of her fingers in certain points of your length, you’re cumming, sucking your lips inside your mouth and biting down to keep the shameful sounds that would come out of you contained inside your mouth, almost making yourself bleed as you feel all the cum explode out of your balls, going who knows where as Miko lets out a little evil laugh in your ear.
When you finish, you fall back, breathing hard, your face red, while Miko slowly keeps moving her hand. You feel a slight cool sensation on your cock before it finally goes down. You didn’t hear a splatter or something of the sort, which would be normal when someone of your production level cums, but it seems Miko prevented it somehow.
But when you look down, you realize what she did. Through some of her kitsune tricky spells that you have no earthly idea about, she had managed to get it all into a little ball, hovering over her outstretched palm, and with a quick flick of her wrist, made it disseminate itself all around her dishes, coating the fried tofu and the steaming soba like a sauce. “Miko…”
“Now I can really enjoy the food, heehee… Time to really dig in, Godling…!” She mischievously and cheerfully pronounces before getting back to eating. You look around, and to your judgement, none of these gazes show acknowledgement of what had just happened. You bite back your want to reproach Miko for her actions; your will to do so is getting weaker by the day, and you just go back to eating.
But you did enjoy it. “If you want to do something like that again…” You breathe, looking aside at her, witnessing how she pushed a piece of tofu coated in your semen inside her mouth, gleefully chewing her husband’s baby batter in front of everyone, with not a single person being wise to what she had done. She turns her eyes at you, narrowed and showing all of her mischief. “...Tell me beforehand.”
She smirks.
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So you figured, if you can’t beat her, why not join her?
“G-Godling…!” She whispers as you pull her into an alleyway among the festival, one secluded enough that you knew no one would come around. With care, you push her to a wall, her back pressed to it as you kneel in front of her, your hands pulling at her pink kimono with a cherry blossom pattern.
“W-What got into you, Y/N?” Miko asks you, breathless, as you pull her sash away and slightly open her kimono, exposing the bounty hidden behind to your eyes. It seems that in very classic Inazuman fashion, she decided to come not wearing panties, but a white fundoshi, absolutely soaked after the two times she had made you cum, and the way she teased you as you walked together watching the stalls. But enough was enough; now it’s your time.
“What?” You say, looking up at her, your intense gaze burning into her purple eyes, her face growing pinker and pinker by the second. The times when you ‘fought back’ against her teasing always got her like this, and as her husband, that’s something that you appreciate very, very much. Seeing your wife turn all pink and cute like this never gets old. “Can’t I tease you in return?”
And with that, you grip the twisted cloth of the fundoshi and pull it right down to her knees, letting you look at her very, very familiar pussy, her pink pubic hair grown messy after the pregnancy made her too lazy to groom herself as much as before. But you liked it all the same; something about the raw sexuality of it awakened something about the core of your being as a fertility idol that made you adore it.
“Ahhnn!!” She lets out a short but loud moan as you don’t wait a second to push your face under her belly and between her legs, kissing her wet fold and making her tremble, her hands going down and posing themselves on your head, mussing your short hair. You can’t look at her, her big belly obstructing your view, but looking at it was just as beautiful. Feeling the life growing within stirred something within you, like a sense of purpose or of belonging. Or maybe both. Or even fulfillment.
You breathe deep of Miko’s scent; her pregnant smell is different from the one she had before. This one is more intense, more powerful, intimate, loving, and beautiful. It’s a testament to what you had done together. To what you had created. “Hmm, you seem to love it, Godling…”
You smile and don’t bother retorting, just letting your tongue out and starting to lap at her wet folds, hearing her let out her little moans and whines as you part her plump, darkened pussylips to access all the sensitive flesh hidden between them, tasting her intense juices as you pleasure your wife.
“Mhha…! Ohh… Godling, you’re going to make me scream…!” Miko alarmedly tells you, softly pulling at your hair, but you don’t let up, slurping the delicious juices that flow from her womanly flower right into your waiting mouth, pushing your face deeper between her legs and getting a shrill whine out of her when you lightly nip at her clit, teasing the damnably sensitive bundle of nerves and making your wife pull on your hair again. “G-G—…Y/N…!!!”
You push even deeper, practically sliding yourself under her and looking upwards, rubbing her clit with your nose and letting all of your tongue roll out right into her waiting hole, which tightens around your slimy appendage as Miko lets out a loud cry that would surely alert someone, but you don’t care. Making your wife feel good is the only thing in your mind right now.
“Ahh!! Ngnnhoouuh…!! Godling!” Miko’s cries are like music to your ears, and you can’t help but want more and more and more, lavishing all around the inside of her tight passage and searching for all of those deliciously pleasurable spots that you knew better than your own. With your hands braced on the wall behind Miko, you keep your equilibrium. But something inside you makes you move them, your wooden arms pulling back and making you place your hands right on her soft butt, under the kimono. And you could swear that you’re almost feeling it, her softness and give, how her ass turned so plush that it reminded your mind of the feeling of New Year’s mochi, perfectly pliable.
It was something unreal to you, each push on her pleasurable spots making you push your face harder into her, your head engulfed by her thighs and belly, and your touch makes Miko moan even louder by the second as you keep on drilling her pussy with your tongue, the clenches of her walls only letting you push on all of her sweet spots even more precisely. For lack of fingers, you became Miko’s perfect pussy-eater, knowing exactly the way she likes it and knowing exactly how to make her cum in seconds flat. “OhhhooOOOHH!! I-I CAN’T…!!”
And you don’t stop, hammering her very sweet spots until she’s loudly screaming in pure pleasure as you straight-up tongue-fuck her from below until you know that orgasm has reached her, her legs tensing in the same way they do every single time, the trembles wracking her body giving you the clue to open your mouth and drink it all, savoring the taste of your wife as she cums her brains out on your tongue, before you pull back.
And with that, that sliver of sensation that you felt goes away, leaving you feeling a bit empty inside, even if you had just fulfilled your purpose of making your wife feel good. Drops of her juices hang from her wet pink pubes before falling on the floor, darkening it under her. You look up at her face, her purple eyes half-lidded as she breathes hard. You look at your hands then, where you see something that alarms you, before softly mouthing. “Miko…”
She looks at you, opening her eyes wide and looking at your hands too, worry clear on her face. “Y/N…!”
But before you could say anything more, you hear steps, multiple people, moving towards the alley where you’re standing along with her.
Yet as the faces of multiple worried citizens, men and women, show themselves at the alleyway entrance, they don’t see anyone at all, not a single human. One looks around, weirded out. “Huh… It wasn’t here?”
“B-But we heard it this way! What if someone took her away…?” A worried young woman pronounced, imagining the worst.
“Now now, child. What if it was just a couple of… Vigorous youngsters?” An old lady responded, patting the woman’s shoulder.
“Look at that…” A teenager finally broke through, telling the rest to look at the end of the alley, letting everyone notice the small pink fox walking away, holding a piece of carved wood on its back with the help of its tail.
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With the utmost care a minuscule pink fox can manage, Miko places you down on the floor, grass and flowers carpeting it. It felt strange, going back to your original form. But something about it felt much different than when you were the centerpiece of that run-down shrine on some forgotten corner of Inazuma. You feel… More complete. It’s the only way you can find to explain it.
From your place in the grass, you observe how Miko turns back to her youkai form, letting her five tails out and her ears perk up as she yawns, her kimono still open and exposing her huge pregnant belly and her sagging breasts, full of milk and resting on her middle, with white beading on her darkened nipples.
She brought you near an old shrine near the limits of the city, the ledge you’re resting on giving you a fantastic view of Mt. Yougou, your home. At least you know your house is well-hidden enough, thanks to the natural formations and Miko’s spells.
But as she gives you a pointed, worried look, you decide to follow her, turning back into your youkai form. You almost get a cramp as you turn big again, making you have to stretch your back and crack your neck before looking at Miko.
You don’t need words to understand each other when it comes to very important things, so without any further wait, you raise your hands between you, showing her your palms, and looking at them yourself. “Now… This is novel…”
Her murmur as you looked on was almost drowned by your own thoughts. Your hands have always been able to bend as if they were made of flesh, even if to the untrained eye they looked like regular wood, lacquered and smooth, just like the wood that your original form is made of. But now, lines had appeared in your palms and in the joints of your fingers. They didn’t look like cracks or fissures. They really looked like…
“They look like regular palm creases…” Miko lets out in a breath, finishing your thoughts for you. She looked on, her gaze intense, before she quickly put her hands on yours, strongly grasping them, judging by what you can gather with your eyes. “Y-Y/N, do you…?”
You sharply turn your head, avoiding Miko’s hopeful gaze. You let out a sigh between gritted teeth and strongly close your eyes. Holding back your tears, you wonder if what you felt back there was real, just like these marks. “No. I don’t…”
But you gave up the hope of feeling long, long ago.
“That’s… That’s fine…!” Miko responds, quickly getting right in front of you and pulling your hands towards her swollen belly, planting your palms on it and pressing them strongly. “That’s alright…”
“We… We don’t need that to love each other. We have always done so, and always will…” She breathes, climbing on your lap and wrapping her arms around your back. “Isn’t that right… Y/N?”
You kept your hands on her belly, feeling nothing in your hands, but your heart swelled with happiness instead. “You’re… Completely right…”
Miko’s smile returns, helping put you back at ease. “As always. Isn’t that right, Godling?”
And with those words, she kisses you, letting you lovingly twine your tongues together like every single day of the last century, your affection for each other only growing stronger by the day. Miko lets her tails work, utilizing the particularly dextrous appendages to loosen your kinagashi, easily untying your sash and opening it so that Miko’s milky breasts could press to your chest, squeezing against your hard pecs and the wooden plaque between them, fertility written on it in old Inazuman script.
“Hnnn…!” And as always, Miko knows just how sensitive the skin around that plaque is, the white tips of her tails lightly brushing against them and making you jump in place, your cock bounding up and straining against your underwear, rubbing against Miko’s unclothed pussy, her fundoshi a heap around her ankle from what you did to her back in that alley.
“Godling… Y/N…” Miko murmurs as she looks at you after breaking the kiss, her face flushed, her hot breath on your face. “Give me… Give me all your love…”
You can do that. Without a word, you softly push Miko back, letting her fall on the field of grass and flowers, crawling over her, one of your unfeeling hands posed on her baby bump while the other fiddles with your underwear until you can pull it down, freeing your cock from its captivity.
Miko looks at it, taking in your hardness, her eyes narrowing as the corners of her mouth curl in an expression of pure horniness. She puts her hand over yours, looking at you. “My love… Take me here. Take your wife…”
A gentle breeze carries the cherry blossom petals all around you, making this scene all the more idyllic to you. Looking at your wife, lying on the grass, legs spread and waiting for you, her face showing as much love as it shows lust, you can’t help but feel blessed. “You’re the most beautiful woman in Inazuma…”
Miko smirks, one of her pink tails moving to tease your cock, making you suck a sharp breath. “Only of Inazuma?”
You pull yourself forward, resting your huge cock on her pregnant belly as you lightly caress it with both of your hands, all of your attention focused on them. “All of Teyvat. Scratch that, all of creation itself. My wife is the most beautiful woman to ever exist. The most lovely and the most sexy that there is, was, and will be…!”
Normally, Miko would give you one of her mischievous laughs when you say things like this, but now… A content smile was what graced her face. “I love you… Y/N.”
“And I love you too, Miko…” You unthinkingly respond, finally pulling back to press your cock at her sodden pussy, swollen and engorged, stretched and prominent from the sheer amount of your big cock that it has taken through the years. And with that, you push your cockhead inside her pregnant pussy, listening to her soft whine of pleasure that gets elongated and louder as you move forward, packing more and more of your meat inside her until you’re sheathed in her passage, your tip resting against her sealed womb, your big, churning balls squishing against her ass.
Easily, Miko wraps her legs behind your back, locking them and making it so that you wouldn’t escape even if you wanted to.
But who would want to escape this? Who would want to escape from their lovely wife and their future children?
Not you, that’s for sure. It would be an affront to the meaning of your birth. And now, you felt more connected to your origin than ever. Hilted balls-deep inside your pregnant kitsune wife, your feet touching the sacred earth of your nation, your hands cradling the result of fertility… Again, you felt complete. And you could almost swear that you felt movement on Miko’s belly, even without your eyes focused on it.
But your mind wasn’t able to focus on that at this moment. All that there is is the beautiful Yae Miko and you, her precious husband. And you fulfill the duty of being her husband, slowly rolling your hips and pulling your cock halfway out of her pregnant pussy before sheathing it right back inside, caressing her overly sensitive pussy in that way that only you know how to do and only you are permitted to do.
“Hhhahh…! Hmmm…! So good…!” Miko let out in small moans and whines, receiving all of your gentle pleasure as her tails wrapped around your body, one around each limb and the last one around your torso, lightly shielding you from the night’s cold as you exert yourself to please her.
Your eyes lock on each other, those deep pools of purple half-overtaken by her black pupils, her ears folding forward and showing her sexual submission to you, letting you know in gesture that she accepts everything that you have to give and loves it too, her hands strongly squeezing your own.
The pleasure when you’re together with Miko is unending, the feeling of her passage wrapping around your cock, her velvety walls sticking to your hard meat, strongly and lovingly squeezing you the best that you could ever want to experience, and as you start to move faster, so does her foxy pussy start to squeeze you more, each light tap of your cockhead on her closed cervix getting a small yip out of her throat, her vulpine fangs growing more prominent as her tails squeeze you more and more, her fluff warming your body.
“I love you, I love you…!” You keep moaning as the sounds of flesh on flesh start to resound through the clearing, the sounds of nature in front of you and the faraway hustle and bustle of the ongoing festival only making this all the more special.
And again, you swear you could feel something. A warmth in your hands and a softness pressed to your knees. You don’t know if it’s real or just your mind trying to play a trick on you, but you can only keep going, despite all the lewd squelches reaching both of your ears every time that you thrust into your wife.
And that’s when Miko decides to switch it up, grabbing your hands and pulling you down, making you press your ab-lined middle to her baby bump, and bending you forward, leaving your face a scant few centimeters away from her breasts, her darkened nipples marked with beads of white.
And you understood her intention. With care, you grab her breasts in your hands, squeezing just enough to both make Miko loudly moan and make a jet of milk stream out in the air. She moans and yips like a right vixen as you push her breasts together and open your mouth wide, taking both of her nipples inside and sucking as strongly as you can, dragging the milk out of her swollen tits and drinking the sweet bounty, which is much more intense than any other milk that you’ve ever tasted and much more addicting too.
Her breasts are tremendously swollen after having spent all day out with you, so it is your duty to milk them, softly squeezing from the base of them and towards your mouth as you pull on her nipples with your lips, milking an unending stream of white from her foxy udders and filling your stomach with it, taking in how her eyes crossed from the pleasure she felt from having her pussy fucked and her breasts sucked at the same time by her dearest husband, her arms behind your back, fingernails digging into your flesh as she tries to hold on to her sanity.
But you go fast and intense, knowing just how much she can take, strongly fucking her foxy pussy, swaying your hips to touch her every good spot inside her damnably sensitive passage, her clingy walls making it all the easier for you to touch them and drive her to the very edge. And that is good, because your balls feel like rocks, and you can barely hold on anymore.
Miko tries to say words, to no avail, all that comes out of her mouth being moans and yips and cries and barks as you give her all you have, carpeting her body with yours as she cums her brains out, her purple eyes rolling back as she screams out in abject pleasure, loving the sensations that you give her more than anything else in this world, before you fill her up with your semen, white cream painting her passage in the color of your virility until it can’t hold any more, washing back out with no womb to pump full and rolling down her ass and your balls and sinking into the grass and her pink kimono, staining it with white.
Miko finally falls back, spent, breathing so hard that her breasts jiggle when you let them go. You pull back, keeping yourself buried inside her still, and put your hands on her belly, just… Waiting. Hoping.
There is no possibility of it. And yet… What if?
“Y/N…” Miko murmurs, looking at you, her expression showing a smidgen of sadness. She moves her hands, posing them over yours, and saying nothing more, just closing your eyes.
And then, you feel a hit.