Yuna arrived.
From somewhere in the palace, she had been there for the duration, and she moved to him with the quiet coordination of someone who knows their role and fills it without requiring direction — kneeling at his feet, her red latex suit having developed, at some point in his absence, a helpful opening at the front that she had clearly prepared.
Her mouth found him.
He settled.
His cock hardening under her attention as he watched the garden.
Akane arrived beside the throne.
Not beside — on, straddling him with the round belly between them, her nine tails arranged behind her, her gown open, her warmth lowering onto his cock with the deliberate ease of a woman who has done this enough times to know exactly what works for her and intends to apply it.
Her breath caught on the way down.
"Nnh~—"
Her golden eyes finding his face.
His hand on her belly, feeling the warmth of the child within.
She began to move.
Slowly.
