Mafuyu frowned, looking at the cum on her skin, then back at Makoto. Her brow furrowed in an adorable pout. "Wait…" she murmured and turned around fully, crawling back up Makoto's body until she was straddling his chest, her heavy breasts dangling in his face.
"That's… that's not fair, honey," she said, poking him in the chest. "Why is it on the outside?" She looked at Yuna, Ayane, and Mika, all sleeping soundly, all filled with his seed.
A wave of competitive jealousy, learned from the best, washed over her. "They all got it inside," she complained, her voice rising slightly. "Yuna-chan got it deep. Ayane-chan got one load. Even Mika-chan…!"
She grabbed Makoto's face, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes were blazing with a demanding light. "I want it inside too!" she declared, her voice shaking but determined. "I want to feel it dripping out of me tomorrow morning as they will! I want to carry it around all day!"
She reached down and took his softening cock in her hand, pumping it with a clumsy determination. "Get hard again, or I won't let you sleep!" she ordered, mimicking Yuna's tone but with a soft, wobbling edge. "Right now. Mama demands a refill. And if you don't… I won't make you bentos for a week. And I'll tell Yuna-chan you said her butt was saggy."
It was the most adorable and ineffective threat Makoto had ever heard. "But… but I can't get hard again, Mafuyu-nee," He groaned as her fingers wrapped hard and rough around his flaccid cock.
Mafuyu stared at his limp cock with frustration and panic. Her clumsy pumping wasn't working. Her threat had fallen flat. She realized she was losing her chance. "No…" she whimpered, her eyes welling up with tears. "You can't be done! You can't be empty! Not for me!"
She looked around the room, desperate. She saw Ayane's satisfied smile in her sleep. She saw Mika's peaceful face. A surge of selfish determination flooded her head. "Fine," she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "If your hand won't work… I'll use my mouth. I'll use my breasts. I'll use everything I have."
She shifted, positioning herself so her heavy, milk-laden breasts were bracketing his cock. She squeezed them together, creating a soft, warm valley of flesh. "Look at them, Makoto," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "Look at what I have for you. Big, soft, milky pillows just for you."
She began to slide up and down, her breasts massaging his shaft. At the same time, she leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the sensitive head, teasing the slit. "Wake up, little Makoto…" Her voice was a seductive, motherly lullaby. "Wake up for Mama. Be a good boy and grow big and strong…"
She worked with a focus Makoto had never seen from her before. She kissed, she sucked, she hummed against his skin. She used her hair to tickle his balls. She whispered dirty things she'd picked up from listening to Ayane's rants. "Come on… you want to breed the MILF, don't you? You want to knock me up again? Make sure I stay pregnant forever?"
Slowly and miraculously, against all odds and biology, Makoto felt a stir. It began with a twitch, then blood flowed back into the exhausted tissue.
Mafuyu felt it too. Her eyes lit up with triumph. "Yes! See? It likes me! It wants me!" She didn't wait for it to be fully hard. She lifted her hips and impaled herself on his semi-erect cock, forcing it in with a wet squelch.
"Mine," she growled, a terrifying imitation of Yuna. "Now fill me up properly. Or I'll cry."
"Geez, stupid cock," Makoto groaned as he felt Mafuyu's pussy gripping hard, refusing to let go. "You're moving too fast, Mafuyu-nee. Be careful."
Mafuyu shook her head, her black hair whipping around her face. She looked wild and incredibly aroused. "I can't!" she gasped, bucking her hips down harder, forcing his exhausted member to stay deep inside her warmth. "If I slow down… you'll go soft again! Or you'll fall asleep!"
She leaned forward, her heavy breasts smothering his face again, effectively shutting him up. She smelled like milk, sweat, and sex mixing together, making a heady maternal musk. "You have to stay awake, Makoto-kun," she pleaded, grinding her pelvis in a circular motion that wrung every last drop of sensation from his nerves. "Just for two more minutes! Just until you pop!"
She clamped her internal muscles down, tight and rhythmic. It felt like she was trying to physically pull the semen out of him.
"It's not fair," she whimpered against his lips, biting his lower lip softly. "Why am I the only one without your cum inside my cunt? Do you love them more? Do you want their babies to have more nutrients than little Makoto?"
She sat up straight again, placing her hands on her own pregnant belly, pushing it out towards him. "Look at him! Ren's waiting! He knows his sisters got a gift tonight, and he didn't! Don't make your son jealous!"
She bounced faster, the wet squelch of her pussy filling the room. She was crying now. They were tears of frustrated tension and overwhelming horniness, all tangled up together. "Give it to me! Give me the leftovers! I don't care! JUST FUCKING FILL ME UP!"
The sheer intensity of her need, the way her soft, hot cunt was massaging his semi-hard cock, dragged a final response from Makoto's body. His balls tightened. The pressure built, painful and sweet.
"I can feel it!" she shrieked, feeling the pulse before he even groaned. "It's coming! Don't you dare pull out again! Don't you dare, Makoto!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and slammed her body down, locking them together, sealing the connection tight. "CUM FOR MAMA! NOW!"
Her grip and movement totally startled Makoto, making his cock throb uncontrollably as he emptied himself inside Mafuyu. She let out a long, shuddering sigh of deep satisfaction as she felt the hot pulses of his seed flooding her womb.
She didn't pull away. Instead, she bore down, her internal muscles rippling to milk the very last drop from his exhausted cock, effectively trapping him inside her. "Mmm… yes…" she hummed, her head resting on his chest, her ear pressed against his thumping heart. "I won… I got the last drop… the thickest part…"
"Phew, I understand why Mika kept you last now, Mafuyu-nee," Makoto whispered, his cock still nestled inside her warmth. "Others won't have anything left if you go first."
Mafuyu lifted her head at his whisper, her eyes heavy-lidded and glazed. A sleepy but proud smile spread across her face. The insecurity from earlier had vanished, replaced by the glow of a woman who had just successfully hunted her prey.
"Is that so, honey?" she whispered, tracing a circle on his chest with her finger. "So… I'm the dangerous one? The one who drains you dry?" She giggled, making a soft sound. "Good. I like that. I like being too much for you."
She leaned down and gave him a slow, deep kiss, tasting her own arousal on his lips. "You're empty now, honey," she murmured against his mouth. "Now you can sleep. And I'm going to stay right here… keeping you plugged… so not a single drop escapes. Little Ren needs every bit."
She collapsed fully onto him, her heavy, soft body covering his like a warm blanket. Her breasts cushioned his face, her belly pressed against his, and her hips settled with a finality that said she wasn't moving until morning.
Around Makoto, the room was filled with the soft breathing of his four wives: On his left, Yuna was snoring softly with a hand on her belly. On his right, Ayane was curled up under a blanket, muttering something about Asuka's cosplay in her sleep.
Beside her, Mika was sleeping perfectly still, like a vampire in a coffin, though her hand was reaching out to hold the hem of Ayane's blanket. And on top of him, Mafuyu, his warm and heavy, milk-scented blanket, effectively pinning him to the mattress.
His legs were numb. His balls were empty. He was exhausted beyond belief. He had four hungry wives, a terrifying mother-in-law, and four babies on the way.
But as he closed his eyes, surrounded by the scent of milk and sex and flowers, he realized one thing: He was the luckiest bastard alive.
"Goodnight… husband," Mafuyu whispered, her breathing already evening out into sleep.
"Goodnight," Makoto whispered back to the chaos.