She tells you something

Rikako took your wrist, gently pulling your palm down toward her midsection. She placed your hand over her lower abdomen. It was smooth, soft, and slightly warm to the touch.

"Though," she continued, her voice softening, "things will have to change a little. It was a result of the two of us having a bit too much fun, I suppose."

You paused, feeling the subtle heat beneath your palm. "Rikako?"

"I am carrying your child," she said simply, meeting your eyes without a trace of panic or hesitation.

A sudden, sharp twinge of pride and genuine happiness surged through you. Your seed had taken root in a woman.

Rikako smiled at your expression, though she gently pat your hand. "Still... you need experience with other, much younger women. Besides, it will become hard to do things like this once..." She rubbed her belly fondling the hidden life within. "...this child becomes bigger. So I was thinking... there are some girls I can introduce to you. Perhaps you can choose who will bear your official heir?"

Despite her constant attempts to introduce you to eligible maidens from prominent families, you had kept returning to her bed. Whenever she teased that you were always inside her despite your fear of commitment, you never denied it. It simply felt too good to leave.

You looked down at her, the dark shine of her eyes, the flush on her cheeks, and the gentle curve of her hips.

"Okay," you said softly.

Before she could offer another word about noble daughters or age-appropriate brides, you pulled her back beneath you, capturing her mouth with yours as you began to fuck her again.