Chizu is in bed with her husband...

"Oh, honey, you are so big tonight," I moaned as convincingly as I could holding my husband's erection and stroking it in my hands. It might even be larger than Kenji's, but this would be the most he would ever get from me. He wasn't a horrible man, but I didn't love him and he didn’t love me. At least tonight he was too drunk to notice. He’d come home from carousing with his normal floozies, drunk off his feet and horny. The only reason he came home now was that I was no longer pregnant having given birth to my child, so he must have gotten it in his head that it was time to plant his seed inside me again.

Not that my child was his in the first place, I had already been pregnant when we wed, but it was close enough that he never knew. I knew I had to keep him thinking that all my offspring were his because if he knew the truth they would be outcasts and my love would be murdered. It was a horrible double standard to know that my husband could spend every night sticking it to who knows how many of our foreign captured slaves, while I had to conceal my love for Kenji who now lived as my personal **** in name, but was a more real husband than Tatewaki ever would be. It was almost funny how before I was captured I’d been so delighted to be promised to marry the brave and strong chief general in my father’s army. Now that he was actually my husband I could barely keep myself from hating him.

"I can’t wait to feel you inside me," I muttered for his benefit as well as the other person hiding in the pitch-black room. With those code words, I moved away from him and my handmaiden snuck up in a now practiced maneuver to silently switch as she took my place. She had served as my stand-in many times before and was also an expert in the bedroom arts. That was the reason I had hired her in the first place after all. I could hear her wet sucking sounds as she worked on his cock a little to lube it up before they fucked. With a silent thanks I left her to wring out his seed which wouldn't take long. I knew from our first and only time having sex on our wedding night that would thrust twice inside her twat and would then cum and pass out. When he awoke the next morning he would think he'd been with me as he always had.

I made my way back to my own bedroom, a common practice among my people, especially since most of our wealth came from my father’s immense dowry. There were perks to being the daughter of a king, but sometimes I’d wished I’d been born a boy so I could make my own decisions and not have to hide my love in the shadows. As I came up to my bed and saw Kenji silently sitting on it, cradling our tiny beautiful baby, and then I changed my mind completely. I could never wish for anything greater than to be the mother of his child. All I wanted then was to have him take me again and endlessly fill me with his babies.

I didn’t speak and just kissed our child’s sweetly sleeping little soft head before kissing him as well. Then I took our miracle from him and laid the little three-month-old girl into her crib. Then with a smooth motion, I unlaced my gown and let it slide from my body as I came back to his bed. Kenji had loved me when I was just a waif, a tiny ugly girl just on the crest of womanhood. He’d loved me as I was married off in front of him and **** to bed another man. He’d loved me as my belly grew fat and heavy knowing that when my husband bragged about his virility is was his deeds that had gotten me heavy with child. He was the most wonderfully devoted and loving man I could have ever asked for and I counted myself as the luckiest woman on the planet.

Now at least my breasts had grown swollen with mother’s milk so I was more full-figured for him. He always said I was beautiful and I know he meant it, but all I could desire was pleasing him, giving myself over to him heart, mind, body, and soul. As I made love to him again I realized I was a **** to his desire more than he was to me in public. I couldn’t deny him anything and would never even considered it. Our only sounds were moans and gasps until he filled me again with his seed and I wrapped my legs around his hips, longing it to take hold again inside my womb again and bless us with another child. Just thinking about how wonderful that would be I couldn’t resist sighing once again, "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled back at me and I held him inside me until we fell into blissful sleep, together.