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You reach out with a quickness that catches her by surprise, your hands finding her waist and pulling her firmly onto your lap.

Tsunami lets out a soft "Oh!" as she settles against you, her silk robe rustling. You wrap your arms around her, your chin resting on her shoulder as you look up at her with a devious, cat-like grin. "You're awfully talkative this morning, Tsunami-san," you murmur, your voice dropping an octave. "Are you worried I’m becoming too good at the lessons you taught me?"

Tsunami’s composure wavers for a second. She looks down at you, her dark eyes shimmering with a mix of affection and a sudden, sharp heat. She reaches up, her fingers tracing the whiskered marks on your cheeks. "Jealous?" she whispers, her voice a bit huskier than before. "Maybe I am."

"There's no need to worry. After all, you're my first Yobai right?"

Tsunami’s breath hitches as your hands slide from her waist, tracing the curves she so proudly carries as a result of your relentless seeding. The child may be black-haired, but you know it is yours."

You stand up with her still in your arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around your hips to stay balanced. You clear the kitchen tablet and set her on the table gently.

"Wait, what if they come down and see us like this?" she says in alarm.

"I'll worry about it later," you say even though you know Tazuna and Inari wouldn't wake up until later.

The table creaks under your combined weight, a rhythmic, heavy sound that fills the small kitchen. You fuck with a deliberate, slow intensity at first, savoring the way her body arches under yours, the way her soft moans are muffled against your shoulder.

You explore every inch of her, the curve of her neck, the fullness of her breasts, and the small, growing bump of your child between you. The realization that you’re "marking" her again, right here in the heart of her home, feels naughty. When the end comes, it’s explosive. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, your fingers digging into the wood of the table as you pour yourself into her once more. Tsunami clings to you, her body shaking with a release that leaves her breathless and glowing in the morning light.