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He’s beautiful like this, lace teddy sprawled out on the sheets below him. Petals cling to his cheeks and tangle in his hair, blood red to contrast the white of his lingerie. Kenjaku wants to take a photo, print it out and pin it to the walls—an eternal reminder of how lovely their baby is.
Under their gaze, Yuuji starts to fidget, legs drawing closed in his bashfulness. They force his thighs open again with fingers digging into his plush skin, and tut. “Let Mama look, baby,” they say, unyielding. The demand in their voice leaves little room for argument.
Before revealing their surprise, Yuuji’s gift, Kenjaku scrubbed him head-to-toe and shaved his cunt while he hid behind his hands. Like it’s anything Kenjaku’s never seen before. Like his body doesn’t belong to his Mama.
Yuuji squeezes his eyes shut and whines. “But it’s embarrassing–”
“Mama wants to look.”
He really is the most gorgeous thing Kenjaku’s ever seen. His hair fans out like a halo, pink like his blushing face. Under the lace and silk, Kenjaku watches his nipples harden, the stiff, peaked outline clear. They wonder if he’d cry if they pinched them, tortured them, made him beg for relief. Is he sensitive? Easy? Of course he’d be the perfect plaything for Mama.
They can’t help but touch him all over, skirting their hands up his smooth legs, stroking fingers over his covered pussy. That makes him jolt in place, and his hips kick up like he can’t help it, overwhelmed by the sensation. Kenjaku bets the lace is scratchy against his little cunt, rubbing it raw. They want to see it drip for them, soft and chubby as the rest of him.
“Come on, baby.” They kneel on the bed between Yuuji's swaying feet. “Mama knows you’ve been waiting for this.”
He looks away but nods and relaxes. He’ll be rewarded for his good behaviour, he’s well aware that Kenjaku is never cruel just for the sake of it. They need this as much as he does; why would they deny themself the chance to pop their baby’s cherry just to tease him a little longer?
Yuuji finally touches them back, hesitant still. He holds onto Kenjaku’s shoulders and pulls them close, pressing a chaste kiss to their cheek.
“I- I love you, Mama,” he whispers, teary-eyed and flushed. “Please can we play now?”
Oh, he’s too precious.
Kenjaku rests their hands on Yuuji’s hips and pushes the teddy up until his stomach is exposed, pudgy and perfect from their indulgence. It’s impossible to deny him his favourite treats when he asks so politely.
Hard in their own panties, Kenjaku sits back against their heels. Yuuji watches them with trepidation, obviously waiting to be told what to do. They know—and it kills them to acknowledge it, makes them tremble with rage—that he knows how this goes, but thanks to the months they’ve spent together, he’s pure again. Untainted. Waiting for Mama to make love to him properly, the way all little girls should. He was selfish before, to give that to someone else. He won’t ever make that mistake again. He won’t be able to; Yuuji will only want his mama from now on. Kenjaku will be everything he needs.
And if his little slut cunt craves cock? Well, Mama can breed him nice and full whenever he wants. They can’t risk Yuuji leaving them, after all.
It would destroy them.
They don’t pay attention to their dick, choosing to focus on their baby instead. He’s still nervous, they can tell, so he needs to be… eased into it. Gently. He’s a delicate little flower, too much too soon will only serve to overwhelm him.
“Do you know what this is, sweetheart?” Kenjaku asks as they run a fingertip over his cunt once more. The lace is sticky-damp with Yuuji’s excitement, and they’re suddenly desperate to taste him. Another time, once he’s been trained.
Yuuji’s mouth twists. “That’s– That’s my privates.”
“They are private, yes, and you should never, ever let anyone else see them. That’s right, honey.” They kiss his nose for that, for being such a good girl. “But there’s another word. Do you want to learn it?”
“Is it a big girl word?” He asks, concerned and excited and apprehensive all at once.
Kenjaku’s hands itch with the urge to pinch his cheeks. Instead, they nod solemnly, mock-stern.
“Very big. But you’ve been good, haven’t you? You’ve proven to Mama that you can handle it.”
“I can! I’ll be good for Mama.” He’s soaking through his panties, so fucking wet that they glisten with it.
“This,” Kenjaku starts, hooking a finger into the sodden panties to yank aside and touch his drooling cunt skin-to-skin, “is your kitty. Can you say ‘kitty’?”
Yuuji mumbles, shy. “My… My kitty.”
“Oh, so good, baby. You’re so clever.”
“Mama, my kitty feels funny.”
They often wondered, at first, if Yuuji played along to eventually get the upper hand. The long game—allowing Kenjaku to dress him up, calling them ‘Mama’, obeying the rules of their house. It scared Kenjaku to think their baby didn’t truly love them, but it was a precaution in the back of their mind.
He had every opportunity to leave, because Kenjaku wanted to trust him. Love-sick, some would call it. The doors were unlocked, the house is home to numerous weapons and tools that could harm Kenjaku, if Yuuji wanted to escape. But he never did. He never even tried. Whether it’s genuine or misplaced, fabricated, Yuuji loves them in return.
They’re happy here, together. Mother and daughter.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Mama will fix it. This is only for mamas and babies, though. You understand? No one else is allowed to touch your kitty, otherwise I’ll be very sad. You don’t want to make Mama sad, do you?” Hands sweeping unruly strands of hair from Yuuji’s forehead, Kenjaku stares into the blown-out void of his pupils. Their sweet girl. So trusting, so naive.
Yuuji shakes his head like the idea repulses him. “Never… I don’t want anyone else touching. Just Mama.” He smiles, dopey. “I love Mama.”
“I love you too, baby. So much. That’s why we can do this.”
Yuuji gasps when Kenjaku first rubs over his clit with intent, eyes wide and confused. He tries slamming his legs closed but their hands have him pinned firm, no chance for him to move unless they want him to. He seems to understand that pretty quickly, because he doesn’t make an attempt to get away again—he scrabbles weakly at the pillow his head rests on, staring down the length of his own body like he’s never seen it before, but he behaves and lets Kenjaku touch him.
They got so lucky with a baby like Yuuji. He’s so eager to please, hazy as his head is. They can see the moment the sedative kicks in, see the way his jaw loosens just slightly so all of his words come out clumsy and a little slurred.
He sinks into the bed, blissful, and babbles around his heavy tongue. Nothing of intelligence, nothing worthwhile, but Kenjaku hangs onto every noise as they nudge two fingers into his fluttering hole. Yuuji takes them like a dream. His pussy spreads without resistance, too easy to be virginal, sensitive enough that Kenjaku can pretend.
Gaze flitting between Yuuji’s ruddy face and the movement of their hand between his thighs, Kenjaku coos. “Oh, sweetheart, does that feel good?”
Yuuji gurgles unintelligibly, hips twitching like he can’t quite control himself. He blinks bleary eyes up at Kenjaku, and they wonder if he can see anything past the tears; past the sedatives. Are they nothing more than an indistinct figure to him, or is he aware of the self-satisfied smile on their face? Can he see the desire written all over their expression, the hunger bleeding through?
His cunt is loose and sloppy around their fingers, hotter and softer than Kenjaku could ever have imagined. They stroke him nice and slow, urging him to relax with soothing touches and well-timed kisses.
Each time Kenjaku’s fingers withdraw, Yuuji’s pussy spits up a dribble of wetness, scalding as it trickles down their wrist and soaks into the bedsheets. They hook their fingertips behind his pelvis to force it out of him, to encourage the weak, halting spurts into a steady stream.
Kenjaku’s balls ache with longing, with arousal.
“Ask for Mama’s cock,” they demand. “Ask for Mama to breed you, to make you a mama too.”
His head lolls as though he’s searching for the words. “Mmh… ‘Ma…”
It’s a challenge to keep the pure wonder from their voice. “You don’t have a clue, do you? You really have no idea?”
Yuuji doesn’t answer. He can’t. He didn’t hear the question. His chin is wet with drool, lips cherry-red and slackened—there’s absolutely nothing going on behind his teary eyes. Kenjaku tugs at one of his drooping eyelids with their thumb, watches the eyeball roll in its socket.
They groan, “Baby, I love you. You’re so good, so pretty, fuck.” They can’t rid themself of their clothes fast enough.
Kenjaku yanks on their cock, lines it up against the slick seam of Yuuji’s pussy, against his swollen clit. He looks impossibly small like this, spread open and vulnerable for Mama to deflower.
Resting their weight on Yuuji, on the hold they have on his thighs, Kenjaku rocks their hips forward. Their cockhead barely catches on Yuuji’s spasming hole, stretching him open on the tip before dragging along his cleft again. He writhes in place at the denial, dry sobs and shakes his head like Kenjaku is being cruel, mean.
Good girls wait and take what they’re given.
He settles, eventually. His breath hitches around every inhale, his body trembles, but he locks up frozen when Kenjaku guides their cock into him and keeps pushing forward until they can go no further.
Nestled in him completely, balls flush to his ass. Kenjaku leans in close and kisses Yuuji; they’re incredibly proud. His mouth is lax, tongue uncooperative, but they kiss him and hope it conveys the satisfaction and joy hammering against their ribcage.
The first pullback is agonising—Kenjaku doesn’t want to leave the heat of Yuuji’s cunt for a moment. They draw their hips away until they can’t stand to bare it, and thrust into him hard enough to shove him up the bed. His reactions are limited to fluttering eyelids and twitching limbs, the thump of his heartbeat.
Kenjaku fucks Yuuji in time with it, to the reverberation of his pulse in his cunt. It punches the breath out of Kenjaku’s own chest—so many conflicting emotions, all of it eclipsed by the devastating desire to fill Yuuji up to the brim. Overwhelm him with their love and share the burden.
“I’ll give you a sibling,” Kenjaku grunts. Yuuji only makes a sound when they cradle his face in their hands, jolting him out of his stupor. “A little baby, just like you.”
His pussy clenches around Kenjaku, the filthy thing. It suckles at them greedily, clings with every thrust and begs for their seed. They’d be upset that their baby girl turned out to be such a needy slut if he didn’t look so cute whining for Mama’s cum in his cunt.
“Please,” he sniffs. “Wan’ it.”
And Kenjaku is helpless when it comes to Yuuji, when it comes to giving him what he wants—needs.