Characters: Eldritch!Akeno Himejima💜 × Futa! Knight Ryusei Okkotsu🩵 (Final)
It's been almost a year since the Eldritch Akeno took Ryusei as her wife after Ryusei failed to slay her and was seduced. akeno had just given birth to their new born daughter who had Ryusei's black and white hair and Akeno's magenta colored eyes. They live peacefully in a cabin Ryusei built next to a lake in a forest not too far away from a village.
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In the peaceful cabin by the lake, Akeno sits on the couch, gently rocking the cradle with one hand while holding a book with the other. The baby girl coos softly, her magenta eyes blinking innocently. Ryusei enters the room, her black and white hair swaying slightly.
Ryusei paused at the doorway, her armor long shed for a comfortable linen shirt and trousers, the weight of her old life far behind her. The gentle scent of lavender and woodsmoke filled the room. Her dual-toned hair glimmered in the golden light that poured through the window, and the sight before her. Akeno in a soft silk robe, the baby cradled made her heart ache in the most tender way.
"Look who's finally up..." Akeno purred, her voice as smooth as ever, even with the warm exhaustion of new motherhood. She placed the book aside and leaned over the cradle, brushing a kiss over the baby's tiny brow.
Their daughter, only a few weeks old, kicked her feet in excitement and let out a soft, delighted squeal at the sight of Ryusei. Her small tuft of black and white hair mirrored her mother's, but those deep magenta eyes were all Akeno.
"She missed her Papa…"
Ryusei crossed the room, dropping to her knees beside the cradle. "Did she, now?" Her voice cracked just slightly, heavy with awe she still hadn't learned to fully express. She reached down, one gloved finger extended for the baby to clutch. Tiny fingers wrapped around it.
Akeno tilted her head, watching them with a dreamy smile. "Of course. You're her protector. Her knight. Even if you couldn't slay me…" Her grin turned teasing, playful. "…you did manage to put a sword somewhere else."
Ryusei blushed, the tips of her ears turning red. "Akeno—please," she whispered, her voice laced with embarrassment.
Akeno leaned forward, brushing a kiss across Ryusei's lips—slow and filled with reverence. Her hands cupped Ryusei's face, drawing her closer as the baby babbled between them, a happy little squeak breaking their shared breath.
Ryusei cradled their daughter in her arms, holding her close with a gentleness no battlefield had ever seen from her. The baby nestled against her chest, cooing softly, utterly content.
"You should still be resting," Ryusei said quietly, not looking up at first—her eyes locked on their child like she might disappear if she blinked.
Akeno's voice came light and teasing. "I've been resting for a week, Ryusei... I'm fine now."
Ryusei glanced up just in time to see her wife stand and stretch luxuriously. The robe slid open slightly, and as Akeno lifted her arms above her head, her ample, still-milk-heavy breasts shifted and bounced with barely restrained grace. The silk fabric clung to her form in just the right ways. Whether it was the residual eldritch allure or just Akeno being herself, Ryusei felt her throat tighten.
She gulped, quickly turning her attention back to their daughter. "Y-you just gave birth last month… so take it easy," she murmured, ears tinged pink. "We still haven't come up with a name for her…"
Akeno walked slowly toward them, her steps deliberate. "Mmm. That's true. And whose fault is that, my dear knight?" she teased, kneeling beside Ryusei. Her fingers lightly brushed Ryusei's arm before gently tucking a stray lock of silver-streaked hair behind her ear. "You get flustered every time we talk about it. It's adorable."
"I just…" Ryusei glanced sideways, her blush deepening. "She deserves the perfect name. She's… she's everything."
Akeno's expression softened instantly. "I know." Her hand moved to Ryusei's knee, gently caressing. "I've had a few names dancing through my mind... Maybe something from your old homeland?"
Ryusei looked down at the tiny bundle in her arms. The baby's eyes blinked up at her slowly, as if absorbing the world around her.
"How about… Yua?" Akeno's voice softened as she peered down at the now-dozing infant. "It means 'good fortune.'" She smiled as if the word itself was a blessing cast over their child.
Ryusei looked down at the baby in her arms, and then back up at Akeno with surprise. "That's… my late grandmother's name…" she said, eyes misting slightly. "It's perfect…"
Akeno's expression brightened, blooming with joy. "Then it's perfect."
She leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to Ryusei's cheek. "Our little princess is Yua," she whispered.
Ryusei blinked, too overwhelmed to speak. Her heart fluttered against her ribs like a caged bird. She looked down at Yua again—at the little wisp of hair, the rosebud mouth, the magenta eyes half-hidden by her lashes—and felt the weight of her old world fall further away.
Akeno, of course, noticed the way Ryusei's blush deepened. She always did.
With a grin that was one part innocent and two parts devilish, she stepped closer and bent slightly, letting her robe fall a bit more open, exposing the tops of her pale breasts. "Ryusei~"
Ryusei looked up at her wife—and nearly dropped the baby.
"A-Akeno…?!"
Akeno laughed softly, hands on her hips. "Oh, don't act so scandalized. I've seen the way you stare when you think I'm not looking. You're lucky I'm not the jealous type…"
Ryusei turned away slightly, trying to hide her face as she gently rocked Yua again. "W-we have a newborn…"
"Yes," Akeno said, stepping up behind her and wrapping her arms around Ryusei's waist, her chin resting on her shoulder.
Her hands gently trailed across Ryusei's stomach, then paused just above the waistband of her trousers. She nuzzled into her neck. "Let me thank you… for giving me our daughter."
Ryusei's breath hitched. "I… I should put Yua down first…"
Akeno purred in her ear. "Mmm… I'll get the cradle ready."