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The rhythmic click-clack of Yuzuha’s sandals echoed through the hallway as she balanced a paper bag full of fries in one hand and hammered on Manato and Wise’s apartment door with the other.
"Yoohoo~! Delivery for New Eridu’s most disgustingly cute couple!" she sing-songed, already grinning at the inevitable eye-roll her greeting would provoke.
The door swung open to reveal Manato, shirtless and glowering, a fresh bruise on his shoulder from what was clearly an earlier Hollow raid. "Tch. You’re loud enough to wake the dead." He stepped aside grudgingly to let her in.
"Aw, you do care!" Yuzuha breezed past him, tossing the bag onto the table where Wise sat reviewing Bangboo schematics on his phone.
"Brought bribes so you’d actually listen to my super important Spook Shack proposal~"
"Your last super important proposal involved duct-taping me to the ceiling." Wise responded.
"And it worked! For like, five minutes—"
Manato flopped onto the couch with a grunt, reaching for a fry. "Get to the point, tanuki."
Yuzuha kicked off her sandals and plopped cross-legged onto the couch, snatching a handful of fries for herself before Manato could hog them all.
"Okay, okay, hold your Bangboos. Picture this—"
Yuzuha throws out one of her usual wild ideas, earning immediate pushback from Manato and a raised eyebrow from Wise. The three of them banter—Manato grumbling, Yuzuha teasing, and Wise offering some witty responses. Despite the chaos, the mood stays light as the conversation drifts into something more casual.
Yuzuha’s eyes darted between them—Wise’s leg casually resting on Manato’s, the thiren's tail wagging uncontrollably as he pretended to focus on his food. She clasped her hands together. "Awwww! You two are even grosser in your natural habitat! I swear I’m gonna get cavities just sitting near this emotionally repressed power couple.”
Wise sighed, but Manato’s ears went pink. "Shut. Up."
"Don’t go all tsundere on me now, Manato~"
Suddenly, Wise’s phone pinged. He glanced at the screen and frowned. "Belle’s having trouble in the shop. I’ll go take a look—back in twenty."
Standing, he leaned down to press a kiss to Manato’s temple only for Manato to jerk away like he’d been burned, nearly headbutting him. "Not in front of her," he hissed, glaring at Yuzuha’s delighted expression.
Wise blinked, unfazed. "She’s seen worse," referring to the time Yuzuha walked in on them wrestling over the last hotdog, which Manato insisted was not a metaphor.
A beat. Then Wise grabbed Manato’s chin and planted a firm kiss on his lips, ignoring his sputtered protest. "Behave," he murmured as he petted the thiren's head, straightening his jacket as he left. "I love you."
"...Love you too."
The door clicked shut.
Silence.
Yuzuha fanned herself dramatically. "Wow. And I’m the one who gets called 'over the top'—"
"I will throw you off the balcony," Manato growled, slumping back onto the couch.
Yuzuha hopped onto the armrest of the couch, dangling her legs like a kid on a swing. "Oh, please, you’d have to catch me first, and we both know I’d outrun you in a Hollow any day." She leaned closer, smirking. "Admit it, though. You love when he gets all bossy-Proxy like that."
Manato snatched another fry, pointedly avoiding her gaze. "Keep talking, and I’ll tell Alice you’re the one who swapped her sugar sparkles with glitter."
Yuzuha gasped, clutching her chest. "You wouldn’t dare! That was a work of art! She sparkled for days!" She paused, then grinned wickedly. "Bet Wise loved it when you came home glittering like a disco Ethereal."
His ears went pink again, and he chucked a cushion at her, which she dodged with a cackle. "You’re the worst," he muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying a reluctant amusement.
"Speaking of Wise, how’s domestic life treating you? Is Wise, like, secretly a neat freak? Does he organize your socks by combat utility?"
Manato groaned, rubbing his temples. "You’re impossible. And no, he doesn’t. He’s just… Wise. Keeps the place running while I’m out punching Ethereals." He hesitated, then added quieter, "He’s good at that. Keeping things steady."
Yuzuha’s smirk softened into something almost sincere. “You know… it’s kind of nice, seeing you two like this. Didn’t think you had it in you, Manato—being all settled and sappy. But I’m happy for you.” She paused, then clapped her hands. "Okay, enough mushy stuff. I’m bored now."
"Sooo… Rock-paper-scissors? Loser does one favor for the winner—no takebacks!"
Manato eyed her. "Your favors involve jail time."
"Not always! That one time was technically a misdemeanor—"
"Best two out of three," he interrupted, already holding out a fist.
Round 1: Yuzuha’s paper smothered Manato’s rock. "Hah! Already doomed~"
Round 2: Manato’s scissors snipped her paper. "Tch. Luck."
Final Round: Yuzuha’s rock crushed his scissors.
"YES! Victory screech—" She leapt up, dancing in a circle around Manato, her umbrella twirling precariously close to knocking over a stack of Wise’s Bangboo manuals.
Manato pinched the bridge of his nose, grumbling. "Damn it. What’s the favor?”
Yuzuha froze mid-twirl, eyes glinting with that dangerous spark Manato knew all too well. "Okayokayokay! Your favor is…"
She whipped out a neon-orange vial from her jacket pocket, sloshing it enticingly. "Drink this!"
Manato’s nose wrinkled, eyeing the glowing liquid like it was an Ethereal about to explode. "The hell is that?"
"It's a new… uh… energy drink!" She thrust it toward him, grinning like she hadn’t just pulled it from some sketchy alley vendor in Waifei Peninsula. "Chug, chug, chug!"
Manato crossed his arms, leaning back on the couch. "This is piss-colored."
Yuzuha gasped, clutching her chest in mock offense. "You wound me! After all we’ve been through?" She fluttered her lashes, leaning closer. "Unless… Mr. Tough Guy’s afraid of a little—"
"Fine." He snatched the vial, popped the cap, and downed it in one gulp, his face twisting like he’d just taken a bitter medicine.
Yuzuha clapped her hands, bouncing on her heels. "Sooo… how’s it taste?"
"Like battery acid. Happy?" Manato wiped his mouth, tossing the empty vial onto the table. Then his breath hitched. His pupils dilated, and a faint flush crept up his neck.
Yuzuha tilted her head, poking his cheek. "Uh. Manato? You okay?"
"…hot."
Yuzuha blinked, her grin faltering. "Eh?! Wait, that’s not the reaction—"
The vial slipped off the edge of the table, but Yuzuha snatched it just in time before it fell to the ground. She frowned, turning the unmarked container over in her hands. No label, no color code. Curious, she flipped it over and squinted at the tiny text etched into the base.
Thirens Libido Amplifier
One drop can make you last for hours!
Do not exceed recommended dose
Yuzuha’s jaw dropped. "…Oh no."
Manato’s breathing grew heavier. "What… the hell… did you do?!" His voice was full of panic.
"Okay, okay, don’t freak out! It’s just… uh… a little Thiren-specific booster? I swear I thought it was just a weird protein shake!" She waved her hands frantically, her tanuki-tail hair accessory bouncing with her panic. "I got it from this shady guy behind Dad’s shop—thought it’d be funny!"
"Funny?!" Manato shot to his feet, wobbling slightly, his face now a full-on shade of crimson. "You gave me a Thiren sex drug for a laugh?!"
"I-I didn’t know! I swear!" Yuzuha yelped, ducking behind the couch as Manato loomed over her, his fists clenched like he was ready to punch a hole through the wall—or her.
"Look, it’s probably temporary! Just… drink some water? Or, uh, take a cold shower? Oh! Call Wise! He’s the smart one!"
Manato glared, but his eyes kept darting to the door where Wise had left, like he was debating sprinting after him.
Suddenly—
Manato snarled, a low, primal sound tearing from his throat like thunder. His breathing grew heavier, chest heaving with each inhale as something deep inside him begins to surge. His muscles twitched—just a subtle flutter at first—but then they convulsed, rippling violently under his bare skin like something alive.
Veins bulged across his arms, thickening as his biceps swell outward, stretching his skin to its limits. His shoulders broadened with a crunch of bone and sinew, widening into slabs of sheer power. His abs tightened, each one inflating like hard, sculpted stone, forming a wall of muscle that flexed with obscene precision.
With a guttural groan, his thighs ballooned outward, quads exploding with size and power. His calves followed, pulsing with brutal force as they thicken like coiled steel cables. The seams of his pants groaned, threads snapping audibly as his glutes rise and swell, impossibly round and solid. Then—RIP—his waistband finally gives, split wide open by the unrelenting growth. Fabric shredded and fell around his feet in tatters, leaving him completely exposed.
His cock had been straining the fabric even before the transformation, but now, unleashed and free, it surged with the same uncontrollable power that had overtaken the rest of his body. As his muscles grew, so did it—thickening, lengthening, pulsing with raw, primal heat. Veins ran down its shaft like the ones carved into his arms, bulging and defined, feeding the monstrous thing as if it were just another flexing muscle demanding more.
Fully erect, it stood proud over 15 inches long, twitching with every beat of his racing heart. The head glistened, flushed a deep, aching red, leaking steadily—a clear, undeniable sign of the lust flooding through his now hyper-charged, alpha-male body. It bobbed slightly with every subtle flex of his abs, every shift of his monstrous thighs, as though it had a life of its own.
The last of his human restraint had long since been torn away, just like the scraps of fabric that once clung to him. His eyes, now glowing faintly with primal hunger, locked onto Yuzuha.
With one powerful arm, he seized the collar of her jacket and hoisted her effortlessly off the ground, holding her aloft like a kitten. Their faces now level, she stared into his eyes just in time to see them darken. The change sent a shiver down her spine. His gaze pinned her in place as if he was devouring her with nothing but a look.
“Woman...” he growled, voice low and guttural, more beast than man now. There was no gentleness in the word.
His mind was shattered, consumed by a singular obsession. All thoughts were reduced to instinct—sex, heterosexuality, breeding. They pulsed through him like drumbeats, louder than reason. Every breath he took was filled with her scent, every heartbeat screamed for release, for fulfillment of a desire that had become a biological imperative.
Nothing else mattered. Not the ruins of his clothes, not the world beyond the haze. Only the woman in his arm, and the undeniable need coursing through every fiber of his colossal body.
"H-Hey, Manato—joke's over, okay? Put me down—"
His only response was a guttural growl, vibrating through his chest like a warning. In one swift motion, he laid her on her back across the table, his hands moving with wild urgency. Her clothes didn’t stand a chance—fabric tore like tissue beneath his strength, buttons flying across the room with sharp little pings as they struck the wall.
Before she could even gasp, he was over her—caging her in with his massive arms and thick, muscular legs.
"Woman..."
That word again—raw, hungry, nothing like the Manato who grumbled about her pranks or rolled his eyes at her antics.
Her pulse spiked. Shit. Shit. Shit.
She squirmed beneath him, but her efforts went in vain. "Manato, listen—this isn't you! It's the—ah!—the potion!"
He wasn’t listening. Her words, her squirming—none of it mattered. His massive, throbbing cock dragged deliberately along her soaked folds, the thick head gliding through her slick like it belonged there. Every slow grind of his hips sent a shiver up her spine, her body reacting instinctively, betraying her with how wet she already was—coating him, inviting him.
Her thoughts scrambled:
This is my fault.
Why does it feel-
Wise is gonna kill me-
"W-wait—"
No warning. His entire length forced its way inside her, stretching her open inch by inch. She gasped, the air leaving her lungs in a desperate moan that turned into a cry as he sheathed his cock inside her entrance, her back arched beneath the sudden invasion.
"F-Fuck-! Manato, stop-!"
He didn’t give her time to adjust. His pace was intense, each thrust driving the full weight and length of his oversized dick deep into her. The sounds of their bodies colliding echoed through the room. She screamed as her body convulsed, her pussy squirting from the grinding, soaking his thighs, her inner walls fluttering wildly around his of cock.
Her climax hadn’t slowed him—it excited him. As the rush of her release soaked them both, something in him snapped. A deeper growl rumbled in his throat, and he pressed his massive body down against hers, smothering her beneath his heat and muscle.
His thrusts grew more feral, hips slamming into her with higher intensity, each movement more forceful than the last. The table beneath them creaked violently with every powerful snap of his pelvis, legs bracing against the floor as he drove into her like he was chasing something deep, something buried in her core.
"A-ah! H-haah—! Nnngh—you're… s-so deep…!" she whimpered, voice breaking with every merciless thrust. "Y-you're gonna break me—ahhhn!"
But her words were laced with pleasure, trembling and soaked in need, fingers desperately clawing at his back for something to hold on to.
His mouth found the side of her neck, lips hot and possessive. Then he bit. Not hard enough to draw blood, but with enough pressure to make her whimper in pleasure. He marked her again and again: along her collarbone, the slope of her shoulder, her neck—all of which felt like a searing brand, a seal, a claim.
She was his.
"Aah—! N-not there… it—hnngh—it feels too good," she cried out, her voice ragged, eyes rolling back.
With a low, possessive grunt, he shifted, muscles rippling beneath her touch as he slid his left arm around her waist. In one smooth, staggering display of strength, he stood up, lifting her with him. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his hips, arms clinging to his shoulders. His right hand slid down, gripping the curve of her ass, thrusting her body into his dick like she was nothing more than just his personal onahole.
She looked down mid-thrust, eyes widening as she caught sight of it: a distinct bulge pressing against her lower belly, rising with every deep drive of his hips. The sight made her gasp—not in fear but arousal. Her hand trembled as she reached for it, gently caressing the raised curve on her stomach where his dick was visibly claiming her from the inside.
"A-ah… it’s… so deep…" she whispered, her voice thick with disbelief and desire.
Manato groaned. The way she touched that bulge and the way her body welcomed him pushed him over the edge. His rhythm, already intense, grew savage. He began to pound into her with brutal force, his massive body slamming into hers with animalistic hunger.
"H-hnnngh! T-too much—! M-Manato, slow—slow down, please—!" she cried out, her head rolling back as her body went limp in his grasp. Her tongue hung out between her parted lips, her eyes fluttering as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
But he didn’t stop.
He didn’t even hear her.
Instead, he surged forward, slamming her against his chest, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was more growl than tenderness. It was aggressive and possessive—his lips claiming hers as completely as his body did, tongue pushing past her gasp to taste the whimpers spilling from her throat. His hips kept moving as though her plea had only made him want her more.
Her moans grew louder, uncontrolled and desperate, echoing off the walls like a siren song of pleasure. Every thrust drew another cry from her lips. She was certain the neighbors—maybe even the whole building—could hear the wild, unrelenting rhythm of their intense coupling.
Her breath hitched. Her limbs trembled. Tears spilled freely from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as her head lolled back, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back in sheer overstimulation.
“P-please—” she choked out, her voice barely a whisper through the haze. “Mercy… I-I can’t…”
But he didn’t slow down. He groaned through gritted teeth, hips hammering into her with single-minded purpose.
“Woman…”
“Breed…”
“Pregnant…”
The words cut through her like lightning. Her eyes snapped open, blinking through tears, the haze around her breaking just enough for panic to crawl in.
“N-no—don’t—! Y-you have a boyfriend!” she gasped, reaching up to press a trembling hand against his chest, trying to reason with him. But he couldn’t hear her—or wouldn’t. Her words melted away in the thick, intoxicating air between them, lost beneath the raw hunger consuming him.
Without breaking rhythm, he carried her across the room and slammed her back firmly against the wall. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, and before she could recover, she was already pinned—her body crushed between the unyielding wall and the heat of his massive frame.
His hands held her knees, forearms bulging, spreading her wide as he positioned her exactly how he wanted.
Then he thrusted.
Hard.
A loud, wet slap echoed with every punishing stroke as he drove into her over and over again, his grip tightening, breath hot against her skin. The wall shook behind her. Her cries returned louder, rawer, her voice breaking apart with every thrust.
“Ahh—! H-hnnngh! I—I can’t—!”
But her body betrayed her again—clenching around him, desperate, needy, trembling.
There was nothing else she could do—nothing but surrender. Her body was no longer hers; it pulsed, trembled, and responded only to him, to the pleasure he poured into her with every thrust. The pressure was unbearable and addictive all at once. Her moans had turned hoarse, her tears continued to streak her cheeks in a haze of overstimulation and lust.
So she kissed him.
Desperately.
Her lips crashed into his, messy and open-mouthed, not to stop him—but to drown in him, to silence the rising cries bubbling out of her throat. Her hands clung to the back of his neck, nails scratching his back as she kissed him again and again, trying to contain the overwhelming ecstasy building inside her.
Manato welcomed it. Groaned into her mouth. His body didn’t falter for even a second. He kissed her back like he wanted to consume her soul—all tongue, teeth, hunger.
Minutes passed like hours, their mouths fused, tongues dancing, hot breaths mingling between them. Then with an obscene pop, she pulled away, gasping.
Her head lolled back against the wall, her lips swollen and slick, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled back as a blissful, dazed smile curved her lips. She looked wrecked—utterly, beautifully ruined—drowning in pleasure so deep it had become a language of its own.
She didn’t speak. She couldn’t.
And he didn’t need her to.
Manato leaned forward, his breath ghosting across her skin. His tongue touched her collarbone—slow, deliberate—then dragged upward, tracing her slick skin with predatory reverence. Over her neck. Along her jaw. Up to her cheek. He licked her like a wolf savoring the taste of fresh prey.
She shivered, her body arching toward him, her legs tightening around his waist.
He growled low in his throat—a sound of satisfaction and ownership.
Time had dissolved.
She didn’t know how long it had been, and honestly, she didn’t care anymore. Minutes? Hours? The sun might have set and risen again—the only thing that mattered to her right now was the overwhelming heat of their bodies locked in relentless motion.
She knew Wise could arrive at any moment. The thought flickered through her mind like a fading signal, buried beneath the haze. She didn’t know how long the libido amplifier would affect Manato—if it was already wearing off, or if this was just the beginning. A part of her hoped it wouldn’t end.
They’d shifted positions so many times now—against the wall, straddling him on the floor, legs over his shoulders on the bed, even in his lap on the table again. Yet he hadn’t finished. Not once. His stamina was inhuman. Unrelenting. As if even the idea of release hadn’t crossed his mind.
Meanwhile, Yuzuha was on the edge again, her body trembling, her throat sore from moaning, her skin covered in bite marks and red trails from where he’d mark her. She was a mess, inside and out—and blissfully addicted to every second of it.
Down the hallway, Wise walked towards the apartment he shared with Manato, humming idly. But something strange caught his eyes.
Three of his neighbors were lingering near his apartment, clearly doing their best to look casual… while very obviously leaning in with ears pressed to the wall.
All three of them were blushing. Hard.
Wise blinked. “Uh… what are you all doing?”
The trio froze like deer in headlights. One stammered something unintelligible, another tried to whistle innocently, and the third just took off running. The others followed—their flight comically exaggerated as they fled down the hall, embarrassed and thoroughly caught.
Wise furrowed his brow, confused—until he heard it.
A rhythmic, muffled thump… thump… thump.
And a moan. No—several.
His heart stopped.
He stepped inside the apartment, locking the door behind him. At first, everything seemed normal—the lights were on, the scent of sweat and heat lingered in the air like fog. But then he heard it again, louder this time.
A sharp slap.
A cry of pleasure.
Then he approached the source of the sound.
His breath caught in his throat.
There, in the bedroom, was Manato.
Completely naked, glistening with sweat, muscles flexing with every hard, punishing thrust. His massive body was hunched over Yuzuha, who was bent over the mattress, her upper body sprawled across the surface. Her back arched sharply, her hair clinging to her damp skin, eyes rolled back in raw ecstasy.
One of Manato’s hands gripped her waist with unrelenting force.
The other was smacking her ass again and again, sharp slaps echoing off the walls in time with his pounding hips. His face was animalistic, unaware of anything but the body beneath him.
Wise stood frozen outside the room.
And still… they hadn’t noticed him.
Not yet.
“...Manato… Yuzuha…”
Wise’s voice was barely more than a breath.
Defeated.
Cracked.
He sank to his knees where he stood, the cold floor pressing against him. His hands dropped limp into his lap, his eyes wide in shock.
He watched, paralyzed, as Manato kept thrusting into Yuzuha relentlessly.
Yuzuha’s breath caught in her throat. She heard Wise. His fragile voice cut through her like a blade. Her body trembled.
“W-Wise… I—I'm sorry— I didn’t mean—”
But she couldn’t finish the sentence.
Her apology turned into a choked moan as Manato suddenly gripped her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck, dragging her attention away from the man on the floor.
His other hand was already moving—sliding up to her mouth, two thick fingers pressing past her lips, muffling whatever words she might have tried to say. Her eyes fluttered, tears still clinging to her lashes.
Manato leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, his voice reduced to the same two primal words he’d been repeating all night.
“Breed.”
“Pregnant.”
The words hit Wise again like a hammer. His lips parted, and a single word left him—a question, not screamed but whispered, hoarse and empty.
“...Why?”
Manato didn’t answer.
He wrapped his arm around Yuzuha’s midsection and pulled her up, her back flush against his chest, her breasts heaving as her moans turned into soft, helpless whimpers. His other hand guided her chin toward him, angling her face so he could crash his lips against hers. The kiss was wild, messy, possessive—his mouth devouring hers while his hips slammed into her with fevered need.
Yuzuha’s fingers twitched where they hung beside her. Her body had long since surrendered to him, but her mind… her mind was torn. She felt shame, pleasure, confusion being seen by Wise in this state.
On the floor, Wise watched it all.
Unmoving.
Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t blink.
He just kept whispering, again and again, voice growing smaller with each repetition.
“...Why…?”
Wise sat frozen, the question why still echoing in his head—but no answer came.
Only the sound of skin slapping skin, of labored moans, of his boyfriend's grunts and Yuzuha’s breathless cries. It was too much. The air was thick with sex, the smell intoxicating. His heart thundered in his chest, the ache of betrayal still fresh…
He should have looked away.
He should have tried to stop them.
He wanted to.
But his eyes stayed locked on them—on Manato’s massive body, all veined muscle and slick heat, his hips slamming into Yuzuha’s from behind, her face slack with overwhelming pleasure. Her hands clung to the mattress, knuckles white, voice wrecked with moans that sounded like she was being unraveled from the inside.
And then Wise felt it—the unmistakable pressure in his pants.
He looked down, stunned to find himself hard. Painfully hard. His breath quickened, his mouth going dry.
What the hell is wrong with me…?
But that thought vanished as he saw Manato pull out. Yuzuha whimpered at the loss, her body shaking. Then, with one fluid motion, Manato lifted her by the backs of her knees, spreading her wide in his arms, her back leaning to his chest. He turned and walked toward Wise, every step deliberate, his thick, glistening cock rubbing against her soaked folds.
Yuzuha's eyes fluttered open, hazy, and she looked down at Wise. Her lips parted.
“W-Wise, I—” she began.
But before the words could escape, Manato thrust into her again.
Hard.
Her head fell back, a cry ripping from her throat as he filled her completely once more.
Wise’s breath caught in his throat. Manato's dick looked… even bigger now—thicker, veiny, inhumanly engorged. It stretched her wide, her stomach visibly bulging with every thrust. It should have horrified him.
But instead… his hand moved.
Shaking, disbelieving, he unzipped his pants and freed his aching erection, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. His fist wrapped around it, and he began stroking—slowly at first, then faster—eyes locked on the way Manato's huge dick slammed into Yuzuha’s dripping pussy, how it shaped her belly like it belonged there.
“F-Female…” Manato growled through clenched teeth.
“Breed…”
“Pussy…”
Yuzuha's hands slid down to her abdomen, fingers tracing the bulge of him inside her.
“Y-yes… more… deeper—please don’t stop,” she whimpered, her voice utterly wrecked with lust. “I-I want it all…”
Wise groaned in both confusion and arousal, his strokes getting faster as he watched, lost in the overwhelming mix of pain and lust.
Then, Manato's voice rumbled out—deeper than before, his eyes burning as he growled the words:
“C-Cumming… Pregnant…”
And with one final, brutal thrust that buried every last thick inch of his massive cock inside her, he let orgasmed.
A guttural growl tore from his throat as his hips locked against hers. Yuzuha gasped, her back arching sharply. Then she felt it—the rush of hot, thick fluid spilling into her womb, pulsing in waves that made her entire body twitch.
Her belly began to expand visibly.
Her eyes widened as her abdomen swelled under the force of his release, each pulse of his climax filling her more, stretching her tighter. Her hands trembled as she reached down, fingers brushing the taut skin of her stomach.
"I… I can feel it," she whispered through broken breaths. “It’s… so much…”
She could feel every thick spurt of seed flooding her, stuffing her full. Her belly expanded until it looked unmistakably round—almost pregnant—her body reacting to the overwhelming load with surrendering pleasure.
Manato groaned again as he slowly pulled out, his massive length dragging along her soaked inner walls until it finally slipped free with a wet, obscene pop. The sudden release of pressure made her cry out, her body convulsing—and then she squirted, hard, liquid splashing everywhere.
A thick stream of their combined fluids sprayed out of her, some of it arcing directly onto Wise, who was still sitting frozen on the floor.
The hot splash hit his face, and his body reacted before he could think—he moaned, trembling, his hand moving in frantic rhythm until his own orgasm overtook him.
Yuzuha slumped into Manato’s arms, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. Her hand slid down again to her swollen belly, fingers caressing it gently. Her eyes were glossy, her lips parted in a blissed-out smile.
“Manato’s… pups…” she whispered, voice shaking.
“I’m… carrying Manato’s pups…”
Manato, still panting, bit the nape of her neck as if to mark her as his only mate in front of his own boyfriend. Though with his current state of mind, Manato didn't care. His arms wrapped protectively around her as if shielding the life he just planted inside her.
And Wise—dazed, flushed, panting on the floor—could only stare.
After a couple of hours—
Yuzuha’s body trembled, her skin flushed and glistening as she lay sprawled across the couch, her breath ragged from the climax that had just ripped through her. She’d thought and hope that this orgasm, the fifth or sixth of the night, would finally sate Manato’s relentless hunger. But as her eyes flickered downward, she saw his cock still standing rigid, pulsing with need, not a hint of softening. Her heart sank and raced at the same time, a confusing mix of exhaustion and desire pooling in her core.
“M-ngh... man...ato…” she gasped, her voice hoarse from hours of moans and cries. “need... bre—ak...”
He didn’t respond with words, just a low, guttural growl, his dark eyes glinting with primal intent. “Breed,” he rumbled, the word dripping with hunger as he loomed over her, his broad frame casting a shadow across her trembling form. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself between her legs again.
“n...no—,” Yuzuha stammered, her body aching but still responding to his touch, her core clenching involuntarily. “Mer...cy—ahhh!” Her words melted into a sharp moan as Manato’s lips crashed against hers, his kiss ferocious, all teeth and tongue, swallowing her protests. His hands roamed her body, fingers digging into her hips, leaving fresh marks to join the constellation of bites and bruises already littering her skin.
Manato showed no signs of the libido amplifier’s effects wearing off, their relentless babymaking lasting through the night. Yuzuha pinned beneath him as he thrust into her with a desperate rhythm, her nails clawing at his back. From there, they’d moved to the living room floor, her knees pressed into the rug as he took her from behind, her cries echoing off the walls. They’d fucked against the kitchen counter, her body arched over the cold granite, and later in the shower, water mingling with their sweat as he lifted her against the tiles. No corner of the apartment was safe from their frenzy, each surface christened with their passion.
Now, they were back in the bedroom. Manato had her in a mating press, her legs hooked over his shoulders, her body folded beneath him as he drove into her with relentless force. The mattress creaked beneath them, the sheets soaked with their combined fluids, a testament to hours of unyielding coupling. Yuzuha’s moans were broken, half-sobs of pleasure and overstimulation, her hands gripping the headboard as her body rocked with each thrust.
“Pussy,” Manato growled, his voice low and rough, his eyes locked on hers as he pounded into her. “Mine.”
“Y-Yes, yours!” Yuzuha cried, her voice cracking as another wave of pleasure surged through her. Her body was a canvas of his desire—red bite marks bloomed across her neck, her breasts, her inner thighs, each one a searing brand. “Oh, god, Manato, I can’t—nngh!” Her words dissolved into a wail as he shifted his angle, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her vision blur.
From the corner of the room, Wise continued to watch, his own breath heavy, his hand moving furiously over his cock. His eyes were glued to the scene before him—Yuzuha’s flushed, trembling body, Manato’s powerful frame dominating her, the raw, animalistic energy of their coupling. “Fuck,” Wise muttered under his breath, his voice thick with arousal. “Don’t stop… keep going…” He didn’t dare interrupt, didn’t want to break the spell of their neverending sex. He wanted it to last forever, enjoying the sight of his boyfriend penetrating someone else.
Manato’s lips found Yuzuha’s again, his kiss bruising, possessive. “Female,” he snarled against her mouth, his thrusts growing erratic, a sign he was close again. “Pregnant.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she sobbed. “Manato, I’m—ahhhn!” Her climax hit like a tidal wave, her body convulsing beneath him, her walls clenching around him as she screamed his name. Manato followed moments later, a guttural howl tearing from his throat as he spilled into her, their fluids mixing, soaking the mattress further.
He pulled out, gently caressing her swollen, cum-filled belly as thick streams of his latest release spilled out of her like a viscous waterfall. Her legs trembled beneath her. Yet his cock still twitched, rock hard and eager for more. Wise swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the scene before him.
It was clear that this night was far from over for the three of them.
And none of them could have been happier about it.