Mating press on the wedding bed.

Their bedroom was surprisingly spartan, though Sasha couldn’t judge.

He’d just expected the opulence of the Kasugai residence to extend there. Yet as he burst into their bedroom, Kasumi giggling in his arms like a newlywed bride, the both of them naked as the day they were born, all he saw was a bed just about big enough for two people, some closets and drawers, a big mirror, and that was it. None of the pictures and paintings on the wall business, nothing to suggest this room wasn’t part of a house that was built yesterday.

Leaning forward, Sasha set a bath-woozy Kasumi back onto her own two feet, and she stumbled a bit. The steamy conditions out back, and proximity to such a prime male, made her knees weak. Without thinking about it, she reached down to the waterproofed ring sitting upon her hand, a glittering band of metals from some faraway place.

She slipped it off her finger, and set it aside onto the dresser.

Then, Kasumi sank to her knees, and assumed the traditional bow known as dogeza, folding herself up against the hardwood floor. Thick ass and wide, childbearing hips up, slim feminine shoulders down, black tail wagging from side to side even as her cat ears twitched nervously. Her voice was muffled, as her face was pressed firmly to the floor, lowering herself as much as physically possible, given her massive bust that squished around her narrow torso.

“As I wrote to you, Sasha, I swear I’ll give you many strong children.”

Sasha shook his head. “None of that formality anymore. Come on, KK.” He wasn’t sure what exactly possessed him to use that cutesy nickname, he wasn’t one for frivolity. He’d just heard it somewhere before, and well, it seemed to fit.

It got Kasumi blushing much harder merely walking to bed, the seductive sway of those broad hips showing how young she felt. How full of life, how full she wanted to be of life. When she reached him, Sasha made all haste in fulfilling her most deeply-held desires. The things she couldn’t get elsewhere, the things she’d been suffering silently without and pretending not to need.

The embrace of a real man, and the feel of his rock-hard cock.

“Ah, but, I do have one condition-”

Whatever Kasumi’s stipulation was, it died in her throat. Sasha pulled her in for a kiss, growling into her mouth that the time for words was over. His ruby-reds met her own hazelnut cat-eye slits, and they were connected much deeper than a simple kiss. Though they were making out onto the bed, and rolling around, caught in each others’ embrace, a tangle of limbs that sent blankets flying. They hardly needed the warmth of cloth, when they could cover each other.

He was ferocious. Kasumi felt his desire to breed; animalistic and powerful, not just in the throbbing, massive erection against her, but in his every movement. The way he pinned her down into that most traditional of babymaking positions; she believed it was called the mating press.

Now she was just like the youthful maidens in those certain thin books she kept in a box, far from prying eyes. She was folded up, trapped beneath a dominant male’s muscle and weight. The only thing she was now permitted to do was take as much of his seed as he could pump into her, load after load. When even one had enough potent seed to drown her womb. The sperm inside surged to be the one, a brutal competition of life that would see only one winner.

To make it happen, though, they had to fuck for hours, just to make sure. In the process, the bed didn’t survive. The frame itself collapsed beneath the **** of Sasha’s pounding, the snap and crackle of wood showing it had endured less than Kasumi’s supposedly-delicate maiden’s hourglass. She gasped, feeling the bed breaking beneath his power, and that drove her every bit as insane as the forceful, deep pounding she was getting.

“Y-You’re so fucking strong, Sasha~~”

Breathless whispers like that really got him going.

The mating press was instinctual. Sasha just knew this was the best way to knock her up. He didn’t stop cumming even as his muscles screamed in fatigue; he just switched to emphasizing his metal arm and leg, which he wasn’t shy about rubbing against her bare skin. The cold there gave Kasumi little jolts of contrasting sensations on each side of her folded-up figure.

She thought she was going to spend all night like a piece of paper, hearing the slapping of skin and the smacking of those still shockingly-full balls against her ass, until her body just adapted to being this shape. Much like he was molding her insides so they’d never be able to forget. She’d always have his shape down there, and as he finally pulled back for the first time in hours, Kasumi swore she could still feel his cock. The sensations of being full to bursting continued.

Having so much of his seed inside her that it was forming a little lake on the bed probably helped. If he had kept it up much longer, she’d have needed to elevate her head, or risk drowning for real.

“I c-c-can’t believe we just did that… on my bed…”

“Don’t talk like this is over.”

It was that growl from low and deep which really made Kasumi shiver. Now that Sasha had made his point, and imprinted himself upon her, he flipped her over, grabbed her arms, and fucked her doggy-style too. Her back arched magnificently, and her silken black hair whipped this way and that, as she was wracked with passion, pleasure, and more than a little pain.

It took this inexperienced housewife minutes of being fucked, hips shuddering and chest bouncing majestically, to realize why he’d done this. Why they were facing this particular way. Sasha had put her facing the mirror,

As if to say to her, look at what kind of faces you’re making, Kasumi. She could see his look of determination, too. The straightforward look of a man who was going to keep going all night. Who wanted her, damn the consequences. Who, tonight, valued her above anything else in the world, even some outdated standard of decency.

He valued her enough to fuck her to pieces and make sure she carried his child.

Kasumi had dreamt of this profound mixture of fulfillment and violation, never thinking they’d be anything but idle fantasy. Tonight, she got both until it drove her mad. Her face was red, her eyes wide, she fruitlessly squirmed and writhed in his iron grasp, but truthfully she never wanted this to end.

It wouldn’t either, until Sasha had exhausted the last of his limitless stamina.