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Can we please have a good Seija thread for once?

>>46156829
"You're really forward about this today." He said, gasping for air as he did.

"I lived over a hundred years in my head without you, I'm just making up for lost time, besides, it made me realize something..." I begin, making circles around his heart with my finger. "...I want you to give me more children."

"That uh, a little greedy of you." Goro said, softly grabbing my hand.

"Dumbass, it's not just for me. Our kids are gonna be weird, cursed mutts, unlike the cavilclave of Anon's normal mutt brood. They'll be freaks among freaks so... give me a few more okay? So they'll not lonely or fucking whatever." I ask him.

"Uh, Seija, not to demean but..." He begins, gently rubbing my side. "What do you think we've been doing?"

I feel my face grow flush and red. "I know how babies are normally made asshole! It's just harder for a Youkai and a Human when neither of us are hopped up fertility pills! You should know that!"

"I do." He says calmly as I huff and puff, trying to regain my composure. "So we can take our time and let nature take it's course, probabilistically it should be about..." He says, looking up in the air as if trying to pluck the knowledge of the infinite library.

"Fuck that." I say, dragging my long tongue up the side of his neck until I'm right beside his ear. "You're not sleeping tonight until you put another little brat inside me."

Again, I don't let him have a word in edge-wise, immediately pulling his face to mine and guiding his hand to my body. The skeletal thing feels smooth and cold against my breast, against my heart, making me jolt with an eerie pleasure. Weakly, I put my arms around him, letting him lift me into a sitting position.

I was never happy with my height or my small stature, it always gave people the impression that I was just some girl playing around and not the menace I actually was. Now, I couldn't help but be grateful for it, as I felt how easily Goro moved my body about and how helpless I was in his arms to resist it. It made my petite body ache to be joined with his, to be connected, violated, and safe, so much so that the feeling of his thumb slipping off my panties made me gasp, momentarily pulling away from our kiss before I awkwardly shook my head and dove back in, only to break once again when I felt his rod against my ass.

As I gently lifted myself over him and began settling on top of it, I quietly wondered if there was some 'correct' way other girls did this, because I couldn't take him in me in one go, instead we squeeze a little closer, my body would spasm and clench, we'd stop, start again, and repeat until I finally took him all the way to the base.

"You okay?" He asked, like he always fucking did, and I nod, not able to speak with all the lighting going through my head.

When he started moving me, it reminded me of a rocking chair, slow and steady, slipping back and forth. "Harder..." I murmured into his ear as I wrapped my arms around his neck, bracing myself for the feeling. Even though it was only a slight change, a few centimeters more of difference at most, the pleasure was exponentially greater, I clenched my teeth and thought about carrion, swampy water, and cloudy days to escape the intense feelings. "Harder..." I asked him, despite my better judgment, and was hoisted up just a bit more and slid down just a little bit faster as he worked with gravity to meet me in the air. In my agony, I dug my nails into his back. not the first time I'd drawn blood in one of our bedroom sessions, but we had made a deal that he wouldn't tie me up if I didn't make him bleed. 'fuck that' is all I could think. He was MINE, and, consequences be damned, anyone who dares to look at his naked body was going to know it. "Harder..." I whimpered.

Of course, I came before he did. I always fucking do, being way too sensitive to this kind of thing, but that doesn't stop him, thankfully, my shaking body and moans only causing him to redouble his effort until he stops, clutching me in mid-air, and I feel him pouring out inside me.

Once more, we both fall, and sink, into the bed, gasping for air as we both recover from the coitus, his back no doubt staining the sheets red with blood.

"Did, hugh, you have to dig in with, hah, your nails again?" He asks, interlocking his fingers with mine.

"Yeah, hah, yeah I did." I say, pulling myself up to nibble on his ear.

I'd give him ten, maybe five minutes tops to recuperate, then it was back on the clock. If we go ten minutes on, five minutes off, we might manage, what, 20 or so times? Maybe if I splashed some alcohol on his back it'd make things more intense and bump up fertility?

Whatever, we had time to spare at the moment. Don't you worry Oiwa, Tsukuyomi, your shitty mama will give you some nice playmates.

>>45868385
Stop making her cry, you meanie!