"Geez, I didn't realize dealing with the guests would be more exhausting than the ceremony itself," Makoto sighed, loosening his tie and collapsing onto the plush velvet couch in the honeymoon suite.
He kicked off his shoes, watching them slide under a table piled with gift boxes. "It's amazing how you all can move in those heavy dresses."
The girls were slowly trickling into the room, each looking as drained as him.
Yuna groaned, dramatically flopping onto the couch opposite him. She kicked her feet up, and her designer wedding heels went flying in opposite directions. "This dress weighs a ton. I think my spine is compressed."
She glared at him, but there was no heat in it, just exhaustion. "And don't think this gets you out of your husbandly duties for tonight. I've been looking forward to this, big bro."
Ayane, on the other hand, was still energetic. She had already shrugged out of the top part of her gown, letting it pool around her waist to reveal the silk slip underneath. She was pacing the room, vibrating with energy. "Tired? How can you be tired, Makoto?! We just got married! We're official! It's time to celebrate! The baby-making is the best part of the celebration! And you promised ROUGH!"
Mika sighed, sinking into an armchair. She slowly unlaced her silk gown, her movements gentle even in her exhaustion. "It has been a long day," she rubbed her temples. "But the schedule was clear. The night's festivities will start in…" She glanced at her phone. "…fifteen minutes. That should be enough time to rest."
Mafuyu, ever the caretaker, came over with a tray of water bottles. She handed one to Makoto and then to each of the other girls. "You should all hydrate," she said softly, her own dress still perfectly in place. "It's been a long day. And you'll need your energy," she added, her cheeks turning a pretty pink. She looked at Makoto shyly, then at the massive king-sized bed that dominated the room, her eyes full of a quiet longing.
Yuna followed her gaze and immediately perked up. "Right," She declared, standing up and unzipping the side of her dress with a yank. The expensive silk rustled as she let it fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a lacy white thong and a sheer wedding garter belt. She placed her hands on her hips, her pregnant belly, and her full breasts on glorious display.
"Alright, pervert," she said, her voice a low, husky command. "The Main Wife has waited long enough. My 10 PM slot has officially begun. Get your fat ass over here and pound me before I get bored and start without you."
"Hey, hey," Makoto chuckled, standing up to scoop Yuna into his arms. He carried her back to his velvet couch, his hands immediately reached for her shoulders and swollen breasts. "Shouldn't you act like a proper shy bride on your first night?"
Yuna scoffed, though her breath hitched as his hands roamed over her sensitive flesh. Her nipples were hard as rocks against his palms, leaking just a tiny bit from the stimulation. "Shy?!" she squeaked, her voice jumping an octave as he teased the sensitive tips. "I'm carrying your child, you idiot! We're way past shy! I'm a mother now!"
She wrapped her legs around his waist, settling heavily onto his lap on the velvet couch, grinding her wet heat against his crotch. "Besides," she whispered, biting his earlobe hard enough to leave a mark. "You don't want a shy bride. You want a slutty one who knows exactly how to milk you dry, big bro. Admit it!"
Makoto looked around the room at the other three women. "Are you all staying to watch?"
"Obviously, boss!" Ayane shouted, grabbing a handful of expensive wedding chocolates from the table and flopping onto the bed nearby to get a better view. She was vibrating with voyeuristic glee. "I need to study your technique tonight! See if you got any new moves! Go for Yuna's tits, Boss! Suck them! They're huge now!"
Mika crossed her legs, watching from the armchair. She just leaned back, her hand drifting to her own chest, watching Yuna straddle Makoto with fascination. "It would be a waste of time to leave and come back," she murmured, her voice thick. "You should start, darling. I want to see if Yuna can actually handle the rough she demanded, or if she'll tap out in five minutes."
Mafuyu hid her blushing face behind her hands, but her fingers were spread wide, peeking through with wide eyes. "I'll just… stay here quietly," she whispered, her breathing already shallow.
Yuna smirked at her audience, basking in the attention, then looked back at Makoto, her eyes heavy with lust and challenge. "See? Everyone is watching," she purred, guiding his hand down between her legs to touch her soaking wet pussy. "Give them a show, husband. Fuck your wife so hard our parents hear me screaming from the hotel lobby."
"Idiot. Think of the baby, my horny wife," Makoto teased, pulling her head in for a searing kiss first. Yuna melted into it, her defiance crumbling the moment Makoto's lips captured hers. She tasted like wedding cake and champagne.
As his left hand kneaded her swollen, sensitive breast, a hot jolt shot through her, making her let out a muffled, needy whine into his mouth.
Makoto resumed his assault, his left hand caressing and teasing her heavy breast while his right hand's fingers slowly traced her wet, sloppy entrance. When his fingers found their target, sliding through the slick, hot mess between her legs, Yuna's hips bucked involuntarily.
She was soaking wet. Pregnancy hormones and the thrill of the audience had turned her body into overdrive. "Nngh… Hah! Of course, I think of the baby, idiot!" She broke the kiss, throwing her head back, gasping for air. Her face was flushed a deep, arousal-fueled red.
She grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but to press Makoto's hand harder against her clit, grinding herself onto his fingers with desperate, rhythmic movements. "Dr. Sato said… ahn!… said it's healthy! It releases… feel-good hormones! So really…"
She looked down at him, her eyes glazed and half-lidded, drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. "…I'm doing this for Yumi. I'm being a… haaah… a good mother!"
"Listen to that logic!" Ayane cackled from the bed, kicking her legs in the air. "She's literally using the baby as an excuse to get off! That's my Main Wife! Make it squelch, Boss! I can hear how wet she is from here!"
"Quiet, pervert cow!" Yuna snapped breathlessly, though she didn't stop moving. She spread her legs wider on his lap, giving him total access. Her lips were swollen and dark pink, twitching around his fingers. "Stop teasing me…" she whimpered, her tsundere act falling apart completely. "Put them inside… stretch me out… I need to feel you…"
She leaned forward, pressing her heavy breasts into his face, suffocating him in her scent and warmth. "Make your pregnant wife cum, Makoto," she commanded, her voice trembling.
"As you wish, darling wife." Makoto gently lifted her hips, lowering her down. Yuna let out a shriek of raw ecstasy as she was lowered onto his cock. The sheer size of him, combined with her pregnancy-tightened body, created a friction so intense it made her toes curl. She filled up completely, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vice, hot and slick.
"AAAAHN! YES! RIGHT THERE!" she screamed, throwing her head back, her twin tails whipping through the air. "Oh god, you're so big… you're hitting it! You're hitting the baby's door! Haaah!"
He latched his mouth onto her nipple, sucking hard as he let her ride him. His sucking made Yuna completely lose her mind. Her hands tangled in his hair, pressing his face deeper into her soft, engorged flesh. The sensation connected straight from her breast to her womb, lighting up every nerve along the way.
"Don't… don't suck so hard, you idiot! I'm… ahhh! I'm leaking! You're drinking it! You're stealing the baby's milk!"
Despite her protests, she started to bounce. Her hips snap down to take him to the hilt, then pulling back up just enough to tease the head before slamming down again. Her baby bump rubbed against his chest with every thrust, a constant, erotic reminder of her condition.
"Look at her go!" Ayane cheered, clapping her hands like she was at a sports event. "That's some serious stamina for a pregnant lady! Look at those tits bounce! Go, Yuna! Drain him!"
"Her hip movement is fine," Mika commented coolly, though her legs were crossed tightly and she was biting her thumbnail. "Though she's being far too loud. The soundproofing in this suite had better be top-tier."
"I-It's… amazing…" Mafuyu whispered, her face burning as she watched the wet, glistening connection between their bodies.
Yuna ignored them all. Her world had narrowed down to Makoto's cock inside her and his mouth on her breast. She looked down at him, her eyes swimming with tears of pleasure, saliva trailing from her lips.
"That's right…" she panted, her hips moving faster, harder. "Drink it… drink your wife's milk… make me feel like a breeding sow! I love it! I love being your pregnant slut!"
"You watch too much hentai, Yuna. Pregnant women don't have milk until their baby is born," Makoto groaned, thrusting upward as he watched her breasts bounce with her cute baby bump.
"SHUT UP! IT'S CALLED COLOSTRUM! GOOGLE IT, YOU UNEDUCATED SWINE!" Yuna screamed, her logic fueled entirely by desperation and lust. She slammed her hips down one final time, locking her ankles behind his back to trap him deep inside her.
Then she leaned forward, grinding her forehead against his. "I'm gonna cum!" she wailed, her inner muscles spasming violently around his cock. "I'm gonna cum first! Fill me up again! GIVE IT TO MEEEE! DON'T YOU DARE STOP! DO IT! PAINT MY WOMB WHITE AGAIN!"
Makoto's hips bucked upward, meeting Yuna's downward crash, and the sensation pushed them both over the edge. With a guttural groan, he exploded inside her: Hot, thick ropes of cum shot deep into her, coating her cervix and flooding her already stretched canal.
Yuna's eyes rolled back into her head. Her mouth opened in a silent scream before a high-pitched, broken wail tore from her throat. "AAAAH! YES! YES! THAT'S IT! MY REFILL!"
She spasmed violently, her inner muscles milking Makoto dry, pulsing around him in rhythmic, crushing waves. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly and slapped against his chest, her nipples hard and dark against her flushed skin.
Yuna rode out the orgasm for a while, twitching and whimpering, before finally collapsing forward onto his shoulder. She was a boneless, panting mess, her sweat mingling with his. "Hah… hah… take that…" she mumbled into his neck, her voice slurred with dopamine. "I win… I got the first load…"
She stayed there for a moment, savoring the feeling of being full, before Ayane's voice cut through the haze like a foghorn.
"TIME'S UP! Tag out, Yunnie!" Ayane laughed, skipping over to lift Yuna gently to the side. Yuna grumbled but rolled onto the other side of the bed, sprawling out like a satisfied cat to watch.