#ikepri

The second you're done, however, another set of cries echoes through the room. For a second there you really thought you were going so well at keeping your other baby sound asleep throughout it all.

"Sweetie, don't cry, mama is here…!" You hurry to pick her up before she can, in turn, make her twin brother cry again.

Suddenly you spot something moving on the floor, and shockingly enough, you realize it's your second eldest crawling towards you. Setting down the baby from your arms next to the other one, you bend over to take hold of your fast-paced toddler before he can hurt himself.

"My god, did you manage to climb out of your crib again?? You really are your father's son…"

"Mama, mama! Can't sleep!"

The one who answers you is not him but his older sister, who has already gotten out of bed, dragging her doggy plushie that's almost larger than her entire being, letting go of it only to tug at your clothing so you can pay attention to her.

Before you can comfort her, you put down the toddler because you have to grab hold of yet another baby that has crawled towards you - where did he come from?? - and now someone is crying again, which makes a chain reaction and the room fills with a cacophony of upset babies. The loudest sound seems to come from outside your bedroom quarters, and you hurriedly reach into your wardrobe to put something over your sleepwear before investigating. But wait, there is a crying baby in the wardrobe too! And one is coming from under the bed!

You start looking around in all directions to see if more will come, and suddenly you gasp in shock. The balcony door is wide open! You leave everything behind and rush to the balcony, hopefully before anything bad can happen.

The early morning sun is blinding as it peeks over the horizon, and you squint to take a better look at the silhouette you spot at the far end of the spacious balcony. It's Rio. He notices you and slowly turns towards you, shielding his own eyes from the sun.

"You're up. There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you…"

Though his tone is slightly wavering, there's a serene smile on his lips. His blue eyes are filled with love. He's dressed all in white, the open collar of his shirt swaying softly in the wind.

When he's finished turning around, you see him gently cradling his belly.

NOOOOOOO! No more!!!!

"My love! My love, it's alright, it's alright, it's just a dream! I'm here!"

You blink at Rio, the blurry lines of his face coming into focus as you realize he's leaning over you in bed.

"A dream…"

Rio smiles, seeing that you look calmer already. But in the next second, his shoulders droop.

"I failed. I told you I'm going to ward off all your nightmares, and yet… I'm sorry. What was your dream about?"

You don't answer the question right away. Pulling Rio for a comforting hug, you enjoy the feeling of his weight over you - even if he's holding himself upright to his best extent - while you pick up the pieces of your dream.

Okay, yeah, that was crazy.

"I don't remember," you lie, looking for a cause instead. "I think I might have heard the baby cry while I was asleep?"

"Yes, you probably did. I got up a while ago to change him, and when I came back, you were tossing and turning."

That explains it…

"I see. Well, good morning to you, Rio!"

Realizing that you didn't exchange a proper greeting, Rio fixes his mistake as soon as you remind him of it. He barely says 'good morning' back to you before pressing his lips onto yours. His kiss is extra long and dreamy in order to make up for it, and you get so into it that you let out a little moan. But once you two part, a question is pending on your mind.

"How is he now?"

Rio's blue eyes wander away from you for a second. "The maid took him. I still hate handing him over like this, but… I thought we might use a break. And your restless sleep just confirmed that for me!"

You can't help but laugh a little at Rio's hesitation, and the way he's possessive of his baby just like of its mother. You always knew he'd be like that as a father, but you have to admit you're proud of his progress. Besides, you're sure the maid is doing a great job of caring for your son, so you put your own motherly worries aside for the time being.

The morning is not so chilly, but you still invite Rio under the covers, for the sake of coziness. He snugly hugs you from the back, spooning you while leaving chaste kisses on your exposed neck and shoulders. His little kisses tickle you, and you kick your feet a little, and in answer Rio readjusts his own legs so that they're intertwined with yours. You're so hugged right now.

The closeness does something to you, and interestingly it's not making you drowsy, but quite the opposite. You try to be sneaky and start subtly humping Rio's thigh that is conveniently nestled just between your legs.

But Rio is not as nonchalant about it as you…

"Are you horny?"

His question is accompanied by some movement of his own. Eager, needy movement, hips rubbing against your ass.

You can swear you feel him getting a little hard already.

"Maybe…"

Rio's hand is already in the décolletage of your nightdress, making an easy trip down the skin that is still warm with sleep and cupping a breast; rolling a nipple between his fingers.

"I'll do everything," Rio breathes out, a huff of air hitting your ear just before he nips on it, "Just lie here."

Even though it's been a while since your son was born, Rio keeps it on with the princess treatment. Aside from preventing you from even lifting a finger, before anything even begins, he waits patiently for your signal, and only then does he show his horniness at all. The control he has over his erection amazes you.

"Aww, but I wanted to ride you…", you confess, even though you evidently comply with his wish by the way you're pushing up the hem of your dress and baring your ass to him.

"Mmm, maybe on round two, if you're still feeling like it! Now, let's get you nice and ready…"

Wait, round two?

As Rio's hand travels the curve of your ass and between your cheeks, you're afraid you're already quite ready for him. His neediness turns you on so much, it just fills you with love and you can't get enough of him. Thankfully, your body communicates that for you, and Rio recognizes that he doesn't need to lose any more time to enter your core with his fingers.

It only takes you a few thrusts to cry out for more, and your husband is quick to deliver. You feel him positioning his hard cock at the entrance of your pussy and you curl up even further on the bed to give him all the access he needs, yet…

"Ngh, no, not like that…"

Rio lets out a troubled noise, but before you can ask, he simply repositions himself - over you. Taking hold of your hips. Pushing them apart and up.

"R-Rio…"

The sensation of Rio's cock pulsating just over your sex, the head of it poking at your plump lips yet not entering, it drives you insane as Rio takes yet another moment to fight off the trouble that he refuses to tell you about. But then he finally looks you in the eyes.

"I want more."

What leaves your lips is simply a moan, no coherent reply among the lines of "What are you waiting for, then?", because he hardly gives you the ability to speak at all when he holds his cock over your pussy, stroking it, making it gently slap your pussy in the act.

"I need to get you pregnant again. I want more babies with you."

Your eyes widen. Is that what he meant? You suddenly understand the hesitation, even though the relief that comes to you upon hearing the reason behind it surprises even you. Seems like you've already taken that decision for yourself. If anything, your body is telling you that you're more than ready now. There's just one small detail…

"P-Plural?"

Rio grunts in annoyance, more because of how hot and swollen and uncomfortably hard his cock feels in the iron grip of his fist than because of you negotiating the details of the deal. His eyes are filled with so much lust for you they're almost clouded to the reality of what he's asking for. Yet, his priority lies in plunging his cock into your depths and fucking you raw with the permission to fill you up to the brim.

He has the nerve to give you puppy eyes as the head of his cock breaches your entrance.

"Just one more? Please?"

The built-up sexual tension starts feeling like a build-up to something bigger and more intense inside of you, and even though it's embarrassing to admit, you know you have to do something right now, or you'll come off that edge and cry at the loss of a perfect orgasm. Nails biting into Rio's arms, you slam yourself down his cock, your hips wiggling just enough to let it happen, and suddenly there are fireworks.

Your throat is hoarse when you come down your high, without realizing that the moan you let out might have resembled a scream instead. What you know is that Rio is barely waiting for you to recover - though, with that quick orgasm, your cool down time is zero - before starting to rock his hips onto you.

He readjusts the position of your hips so that there's no doubt he's fucking you in a shameless matting press, you both knowing he's not going to last long that way. Neither of you mind.

"I'm going to give you a baby. I'm going to make you a mama again…"

The angle of his thrusts hits a delicious spot in your depths, and you already feel another orgasm creeping up on you, and you let it be, letting Rio's promises take your imagination to the primal places of your brain. You ride your new high all the way into Rio's own orgasm as his hips suddenly snap and still against yours, his cock seemingly swelling even further with each pump as he fills you with his cum. And oh, you missed that feeling.

Once the beast in him has calmed down and gotten his full, Rio is back to his lively and helpful self, making sure you're cleaned up and pampered, and there are even talks of breakfast in bed. Your husband is amazing, and you swear that's not the happy hormones speaking!

He's truly so capable, you almost start to see the appeal of him carrying your babies for you…

Your husband, Clavis, is not very patient either, but you can't blame him. You two haven't had much chance to spend some quality time together lately, it's no wonder he's excited about your dinner date. You were hoping to fix this without his assistance, but alas…

"Clavis, can you please come here for a moment?"

You can all but hear the sound of him turning on his heel followed by steps closing in on you.

"Oh my."

You're too busy with your new attempt at lacing up your corset to pay attention to the way he stalls at the threshold. It takes you a moment to realize what he's looking at - it's you.

You're slightly bent, in order to make it easier for your hands to reach your backside. Your tits are spilling out of the corset which is not yet fastened up. You're squirming, making them jiggle.

The moment you look up at Clavis, you catch him bringing a hand to the front of his trousers to adjust his cock.

Your mouth opens, but before you can remind him that he's here to help, he seems to have remembered that on his own, because he rushes to your rescue.

"Here, let me."

Clavis' hands are warm when you feel them over your own, taking hold of the ribbon. He's surprisingly… professional about this. No untying the ribbon further instead of tying it up, no flirty remarks. You hate your brain for this, but it makes the moment more intimate somehow. Maybe that's why you shiver once you sense him pausing to put a hand on your waist.

Clavis silently moves his hand over your waist, bottom to top over the fabric of the corset, and then moving towards the front.

He cups your right breast through the corset that is not yet fastened fully, and you let out a surprised gasp. Remaining still, your anticipation grows as you wonder what has suddenly distracted him from his mission.

He toys with the upper hem of the corset, slipping his thumb inside, between your breasts. Suddenly, he pulls the ribbon. The corset tightens up, robbing you of your breath for a second. Clavis's thumb is now squeezed by your tits.

You can feel his thumb moving back and forth slowly, testing the snug fit. He only plays for a little bit before removing his hand and grabbing your waist again.

"You know, my bunny… You'll have even bigger issues fitting your pretty breasts in this corset once they grow. Once I get you nice and pregnant."

A strong rush of heat floods your bloodstream, spreading all over.

At the same time, Clavis uses his hold on your waist to press himself as close as possible and rub his clothed erection on your butt.

"C-Clavis…", you begin, gasping for air, even if the corset has loosened when he let go of the ribbon, "We were supposed to… start only after the dinner…"

"Mhm", Clavis agrees, an evident excitement in his tone, "We'll do it before, and we'll do it after. I have to make sure it takes, no?"

Your mind is racing, not able to keep up with the sheer horniness of your husband. How - right now? When you're supposed to go out? And no proper clean up afterwards? Is he going to make you drip out the deeply lodged remains of his cum on your dinner table's seat?

While you're caught up in the details, Clavis is already taking action on his main goal of getting this over with. He's so hard he can't think straight, you can tell that much by the way he pushes you gently to a more bent position and flips over your petticoat skirt.

He makes a quick work of his trousers, letting you feel the head of his cock poking your wet folds. In the next moment, he's in, setting a steady pace that is only slow in the beginning to savor the warm hug of your pussy before picking up. Soon he's rocking his hips into yours like an animal in heat, eager to shoot his load. You meet his thrusts halfway with ones of your own, moaning at how well he fills you when your hips meet. Pussy tightening, you don't even warn Clavis when an orgasm hits you, the pulsations milking him for his seed.

Clavis groans as he cums inside you, trying to be as close as possible as he pumps you fill.

He straightens his stance, careful not to pull out yet. Suddenly, you're pulled by the lace ribbon of your corset, back into his embrace. The new angle doesn't allow for any movement, but you're both already past that. You're left to enjoy the presence of Clavis' cock lodged deep inside you at least until it goes completely soft. The hug is nice, too. You're still high on the feel-good hormones and the thrill of the unprotected creampie. There's maybe a little hunger mixed in that, which reminds you of the dinner you're more-than- fashionably-late for, already…