Hazuka snuck up on her maid...

"Kasumi," I only said softly as I entered the room, yet the maid jumped to attend me with impressive speed without making nearly a sound.

"Yes, Mistress?" she asked, quietly dropping her head to look at my feet.

"How is my daughter?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"She sleeps soundly," she answered. We both knew that wouldn't last more than an hour. My breasts were swollen and sore, ready for another feeding shortly. But since Kouki was asleep at the moment I took advantage of it and decided to bring Kasumi in for her true function.

"With me," was all I said and turned my back on her. She was good at being unobtrusive and submissive. I considered warning her about what was next to come, but grinned evilly as I was eager to see how she handled herself at the moment of truth as we had. Silently we walked down the hall of the manor house from the nursery and down to the master bedroom. I'd just left so knew exactly what I'd find, but I don't think the shy young Kasumi was prepared.

To her credit, she didn't say a word as we silently intruded on the loud rutting my husband was doing with his more mature wife. Azami was as large as a cow with her distended fat belly still holding Kenji's child, but that didn't stop him from plowing her hard and deep from behind, happily moaning away on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat. Damn, I missed feeling the intense pounding of my lover's cock inside of me, but I was still stretched and sore from the birth of my daughter last week and knew my body needed more time to heal if I ever wanted to bear my wonderful husband any more children.

"Any time now, it will be Azami's time," I whispered over my shoulder to the maid without ever looking at her. It was obvious to everyone, but I said it because I wanted her to understand her true duties would come into play soon. "And when that happens your workload will increase."

"I understand, Mistress," she acknowledged, but I didn't think she truly did.

Almost as if her child knew we had arrived and was waiting for just this moment Azami screamed out, "It's coming!" She started gushing her water out all over and Kenji and he jumped back. I bent in her place and looked inside her drenched and widening birth canal as only moments later the head of her child began to breach.

I was so focused on making sure the baby was okay I was surprised when Kasumi shrieked out suddenly. I looked over to the other side of the bed and saw Kenji had grabbed her and was indeed using her body to serve his unfinished desire. I didn't hold it against him, as I already had to share him with Azami anyways, but I was jealous of not being able to fill his never-ending need. Ever since that first time he'd been unquenchable in the bedroom, often wearing me passionately raw so I was often glad for the break as he expended the rest of his lust on Azami.

We had formed an unlikely friendship from that brutal first time and often tag-teamed him or took over bedroom duties when one or the other of us was feeling unwell from the changes our bodies were going through as his children grew within us. Azami was a true pillar of strength and wisdom, like a surrogate mother or a big sister I never had. She'd given me tips on what carrying a child was going to be like and how to handle it. The fact we were both coming due at the same time left both of us knowing we'd need a temporary assistant as a nanny for the kids as well as for Kenji.

So while I brought his second daughter into this world from the intense, but thankfully short labors of his other wife, I only hoped that he didn't make Kasumi a mother as well. Their orgasmic cries met with that of the newborn babe and her exhausted mother. I grabbed a knife and a towel that had been prepared for this, and after cleaning and tying off the umbilical cord I gave her to Azami.

"Congratulations. It's a girl," I said and her face lit up more than I'd seen my whole life.

"A girl?" she moaned happily, her brow soaked with sweat, and took the wailing infant from my arms and nestled it between her enormous tits.

Kenji stood up from his own ended labors, his dick still dripping with his cum from the tip as he left his replacement pussy and circled around to Azami's side. "She's beautiful," he said with feeling. Then he stroked his daughter's soft head with just a wisp of blonde hairs. Then suddenly he stated boldly, "Her name is Setsuko."

Just like he declared my baby would be Kouki for some ulterior reason that he never fully shared. But one thing was true, Kenji had certainly been much bolder after that supposed oni attack last year. He told us how it had killed several people in town then made us forget about them or something. I believed him, though Azami had her doubts. For my part, I had to believe because without it we might never have ended up together. Whatever had happened it had made us a family, strange as it was.

Azami approved saying, "I've always thought that name would be lovely for a girl." They began discussing it and I left them to it as I moved over to Kasumi and looked down at the dazed girl. Her legs still splayed open, sighing with a post-coital bliss that I sorely missed, and her freshly fucked cunt oozing my husband's sperm.

"Get in the bathroom and clean yourself up," I ordered softly.

She looked awoken as if from a dream, then shifted to embarrassed. "Yes, Mistress," she gasped and wobbly stood to make her way to the bathroom, drizzling splats of semen on the hard wooden floor as she went.

"And then clean up this floor and the bed," I added sharply, stopping her in her tracks. "We will need fresh sheets for tonight."

"Of course, Mistress," she said, looking at me in the eye for just a moment before she ducked out of sight. She was a little more headstrong than I'd expected, but she was cute and submissive, as well as a hard worker taking care of us as the cooking and housekeeping chores became more difficult this last month. And she hadn't freaked out when Kenji took her, so I guess it all worked out.

I left Azami and Kenji to their bliss as new parents since my own child would soon be hungry. I lifted my sweet sleeping daughter up and she immediately woke and squalled only slightly before I had a teat in her mouth. As I sat in a rocking chair and my tiny treasure drank from my breast I resolved to have a long talk with Azami about making sure we staggered any future pregnancies so that there would be no need for Kasumi or anyone else to take up our bedroom duties in the future.

"How is she?" Kenji said as he came in to check on us.

"Kouki is doing fine," I said caressing our daughter's head as she suckled from me.

"I didn’t mean..." he began with embarrassment and I grinned enjoying teasing him because I knew what he meant.

"Kasumi seems fine," I assured him. "But I suppose you better go check on her, just to make sure."

"Are you sure?" he asked, caressing my cheek as he stood looking down at us. My womanhood churned and ached for him, but still also ached from being so recently ripped open and desperately needed at least another month of healing after my first childbirth. Damn it! I wanted him to take me right now, but I knew my body wasn't ready yet. Indulging now would ruin all the fun and probably prolong my recovery, or worse, endanger my ability to bear my love any more children in the future.

"Yeah… for now," I said knowing he would have gladly been with me instead had I been able. But ever since that first day, whatever the oni had done to him had been permanent. He had a nearly unending libido that simply wouldn't rest until he'd cum at least twice, sometimes three or even four times in a night. Frankly, it was sometimes exhausting as much as it was wonderful.

He knelt down to kiss our child's head, and then my lips. I sighed, content to be a love-struck girl all over again as I watched him leave, then switched my baby to my other breast since my first was going dry. It wasn't long in the now quiet house before I could hear the soft sound of flesh slapping on flesh yet again from far down the hall. Not long after the muffled cries of uncontrolled pleasure that another woman was experiencing accepting him inside her made me only a little jealous.

Maybe a third wife wasn't such a bad idea. Kenji was clearly more than Azami and I could handle at once. But I would have to discuss it more with her in the morning. For now, I was content to just close my eyes and imagine the sounds were my own, still strapped with belts as Kenji battered the insides of my body with his lovely tool over and over until I was molded just for him and heavy with his seed. Maybe when I was feeling better downstairs I'd have him strap me up again, or maybe this time I'd strap him up and see how he likes it? Yeah, that sounds like fun.