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"Have another child?" Loid spluttered his black tea over the newspaper he was 'reading,' at a cafe near the Forgers' home. WISE had just sent another coded message, and this time, they ordered him to have a second child.
WISE's request and reasoning was clear. Having a child would secure citizenship in the country.
Political tension had been growing high recently, and Ostania was xenophobic as ever. Even though the Westalis peace plan had been going well (thanks to Damian and Anya), Westalis was also the only country that Ostania hadn't started a war with. They had, in the meantime, declared other surrounding nations as their 'enemies,' and restricted border entries from foreigners. Diplomats were seen as suspicious, and their travel documents not fully approved by Ostania's government. In such a volatile environment, WISE needed a back up plan to keep Loid in the country - a baby could do that better than any forged passport could do.
Adoption wouldn't work either. Birthright citizenship required a birth certificate... and although Franky had tried to forge one, he discovered that they were only issued by government recognized hospitals, as was custom in Ostania. There was also the factor that there had to be two names (mother and father) on the certificate, so Loid couldn't do it alone.
This operation was so high-level that even the prime minister of Westalis was aware of the plan, and assured Loid that all expenses would be paid for. Loid frowned in thought, his fingers clasped.
What if I hired a prostitute?
No, that's too risky. It would jeopardize the entire existing operation STRIX. Too many variables.
What about Yor?
I don't know how to bring this up. I can't tell her Anya isn't my real daughter, that's why I need a biological one to guarantee residency here. She'll think I lied about everything.
Loid felt his heart pang a little, which was unusual for him. He would hate for Yor to think badly of him - their relationship had progressed so much from their first encounter in the tailor's shop.
I could act like I'm in love with her.
Loid blushed at the thought, and felt an interal struggle coming on. It felt wrong somehow, considering how kind, thoughtful, and loving Yor had been to him and Anya. He told himself these growing romantic feelings were 'just for work,' but that was a lie. The thoughts weighed on his mind until dinnertime.
As the family of three ate Loid's delicious meal of the day, carbonara spaghetti, Loid tried to stay engaged in their chatter, but it was hard. Anya was reading his mind the whole time, chuckling. Finally, Loid came up with a suitable intro that wasn't suspicious.
Anya needs a sibling.
"I need a sibling!" Anya piped up with excitement at her declaration.
Loid stared at her in shock; Yor was surprised.
"My, where is this coming from, Miss Anya?" Yor asked with a smile.
"I... I need a sibling because," Anya began, furtively glancing at Loid.
Say you need a playmate, not just Becky, that you've always wanted a baby brother or sister, and world peace depends on the baby's citizenship.
"I need more playmates, like Becky. My baby brother... sister... achieve world peace!" Anya stated confidently.
Yor laughed, and Loid felt a wave of relief.
"Well, I agree, Miss Anya." Yor smiled sincerely, and Loid dropped his fork.
She proposed marriage too. Are we somehow perfect for each other?
Yor and Anya looked at him, and Loid cleared his throat, "Anya, you always have such big dreams. Why don't you let Mommy and Daddy talk about it tonight?" Anya nodded, and Yor began cleaning the dishes.
Unknown to Loid, Yor had been under pressure from her brother Yuri to have a child. Ever since Yuri met Loid and remarked, "what a fine husband you have," he had been encouraging Yor to start a family.
Yor had mentally calculated it herself.
Having a baby would further reduce suspicion around being an assassin - no one suspected parents, especially a mother. In the event Yor's cover was blown, a biological child would prevent her from being exiled, especially when the Ostania government was strict on maintaining traditional family values. Yor acknowledged these were selfish reasons to have a child, but she also acknowledged it was necessary to do whatever she could to protect civilian society.
The problem was... how could she suggest a second child to Loid when she wasn't even his real wife? It was a delicate topic at best, and sensitive at worst. Yor previously considered drugging Loid. It would be easy to slip a depressant or even aphrodisiac in his tea, but she shook her head and chastised herself for even entertaining the idea.
Anya's statement today proved to be the perfect opportunity for both of them.
With Anya tucked into bed, Loid walked into the kitchen.
"Is it true, Yor? You want to have ... a baby?" Loid asked tentatively. His blue eyes watched her movements. Yor blushed. Somehow hearing Loid say it was extra attractive and arousing. She washed the last plate, feeling too shy to look directly at him.
"Yes..." Yor answered softly, before continuing, "I've, um, wanted a child for some time. But I was too embarrassed to bring it up. I wanted to be respectful to you, Loid, especially because this is your second marriage."
Yor looked incredibly demure and beautiful in that moment, and the sensitivity of her words turned Loid on. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, and mentally got ready to send another transmission to WISE 'the sakura blossoms bloom.' He caught himself.
No, no, I have to think about that later. Right now, I'm playing the role of loving husband to my wife. Quick, Twilight, what would a husband do in this situation?
Loid hugged Yor from behind, wrapping his strong arms around her shoulders.
"I'm so happy, Yor. Of course, I want to have a child together with you. This is your family now, too." Loid nuzzled his face in Yor's delicate neck, kissing it gently. Yor's face turned a lovely shade of pink as his warm lips brushed against her smooth skin. Her back was firmly pressed against his muscled chest. It made her feel safe... and shy. Her insides melted in arousal, appreciating Loid's manliness. Loid, meanwhile, was reflecting on how amazing Yor smelled. He embraced her tighter as he inhaled her tantilizing scent. He had smelled it faintly before, but this was the first time they were so close to each other, for so long.
"Loid?" Yor breathed as Loid held her in his arms, still behind her. She dried her hands with a handtowel, but couldn't move much. She lifted her right hand to touch Loid's arm, fingers brushing his skin. Immediately, Loid reached out to tilt Yor's chin towards him. Their faces grew closer together, and Loid closed the gap between them. He pressed his lips against hers in a ravenous kiss. Yor was surprised, but closed her eyes and kissed him back. Loid's lips were soft and full, and Yor was intoxicated by his natural, masculine scent. Her face flushed, she turned around so she could wrap her petite arms around him. Their lips remained locked for several minutes, the only sounds in the kitchen being their heavy breaths and deep, insatiable kisses.
Yor finally parted their lips, and placed her hands on both sides of Loid's face.
"More..." she pleaded, through half lidded eyes. Her red eyes twinkled at his blue ones in earnest. Her cute mouth was slightly open, her expression irresistible to Loid.
Loid's face felt hot as he murmured, "You don't know what you're asking for, Yor." He leaned forward and lifted Yor up in his arms, which startled her. Despite Yor's feeble protests, he carried her bridal style to his bedroom. He placed her carefully on his bed, before closing his door and locking it for good measure.
The heavy metal lock sounded as hard as Loid felt. He turned to see Yor had already taken her stockings off. Yor sat upright on her knees, with her legs parted. She reached for Loid, her fingers grasping his white t shirt and lifting it to reveal his chiseled abs. Yor bit her lower lip in arousal, as she ran her other hand over his skin gracefully. She raised her exquisite gaze to Loid's face, their eyes meeting, and his lips twisted from the growing sexual tension.
Loid removed his shirt in one fluid movement, leaving him topless. He was even more stunning like this. Moonlight shone through willowy curtains of his bedroom, casting ethereal light on his blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. As Yor's eyes followed the sliver of light down his agile body, she realized he looked like a prince. And he was her prince. Loid was so handsome that it took Yor's breath away.
"Are you done oogling?" Loid asked, a slight smirk forming on his lips.
"I-I-I was not oogling!" she pouted, her face turning red from embarrassment. Her cheeks were so red that they almost matched the shade of her knit dress.
"It's okay if you like what you see, Yor," Loid teased her as he came closer to her on the bed. He leaned in, his arm circling her waist and pulling her nearer. He gazed into her pretty crimson eyes. Her eyes were often filled with modest laughter, or a variety of tender emotions, every day. But right now, they were filled with undeniable adoration for him... and intense yearning. Yor enchanted him all the time without even trying. Then Loid closed his eyes, tilting his head to kiss her fully. This time, Yor didn't break the kiss, and returned Loid's passion with her own.
Loid's hand lazily caressed Yor's hourglass figure. His hand moved down to the edge of her dress, slipping underneath the loose fabric. She inhaled sharply at his touch, his thumb grazing her lower region. Curious, tentative, Loid's hand rested on her lacy underwear, before stroking it with his middle finger. Yor trembled as he stroked her slowly, back and forth. Her breath grew hitched and erratic, and her hands tightened on Loid's toned shoulders. A silky wetness leaked from her and dripped through the thin lingerie, onto Loid's fingers.
"You're so wet," Loid spoke, his voice like a whisper in Yor's delicate ears. She whimpered in response, feeling defenseless in his embrace. Loid began to stroke her faster, listening to her moans based on his smooth movements. Finally, he found it - her clit. As he rubbed her clit delicately, Yor let out a soft cry of pleasure. The sound was so beautiful to Loid's ears that he felt himself completely captivated. He continued to work his fingers on her until she orgasmed, her second cry even more earnest than the first. Yor's panties were completely soaked, her breathing ragged.
"I'm going to put my fingers inside, Yor. Tell me if it hurts," Loid said. Yor nodded, still recovering from her climax only seconds ago. She parted her legs to give Loid greater access, and kissed him.
Loid pushed the fabric of her panties aside easily. After stroking her again, he began to insert his finger into the hottest part of Yor's body. Loid was immediately struck by how slick and warm it was. Her folds enveloped him snugly, and he felt even more aroused. Yor made small sounds of ecstasy as she felt Loid's finger enter her deeper. She felt full and satisfied. She raised her hips as she felt his finger thrust inside - gradually at first, and then a more steady rhythm. As she panted her need of him, Yor felt Loid insert a second finger into her wetness. She gasped in surprise at the increased fullness. As Loid thrusted his fingers in her soaked depths, he used his thumb to stimulate her clit with ease.
"Ohmygod, Loid," Yor breathed, overcome with pleasure. His pace was relentless as he was, and Yor found herself squirming in his arms again. He continued his assault on her feminine senses, and Yor moaned sweetly for him as she climaxed a second time. She held him close, and felt his body temperature rise with hers. Her head was filled with only thoughts of him, and she was unable to think of anything, or anyone else.
In her light-headed haze, barely conscious, Yor took shallow breaths. She heard the metallic clink of his belt being unbuckled, and her body trembled with anticipation. She felt his hands swiftly undress her, and they were both fully naked in seconds. Yor blushed at the sight of Loid's thick and long member, and lightly tapped the tip. Loid's precum dripped onto her fingers, and Yor licked one of her fingers to taste it.
Loid had been feeling strained. Despite years of training, endurance, and rigorous elite combat, his self-discipline gradually disappeared from him. Or rather, in front of his gorgeous wife. Loid kissed her roughly, and more aggressively than before. His tongue in her mouth excited her more.
"Yor, I'm going inside you," Loid said. His tongue grazed her ear as he spoke, and it sent tingles through Yor's body. Yor nodded shyly and wrapped her arms around him. As Loid pushed his hard length into her silky folds, her arousal dripped all over him and eased his entry inside. Yor started feeling full when her husband's length was halfway in. She mewled softly as she felt herself stretch to accomodate his large girth. Loid waited for a moment before kissing her deeply, edging himself deeper inside. The pressure inside her intensified, and Yor felt a surge of pain and pleasure when Loid was fully buried in her core. She whimpered softly, and felt him kiss her tears away, his embrace strong and yet tender.
Once her delicate body adjusted to fit his perfectly, Loid resumed movement gradually. He thrusted in and out, carefully watching Yor's reactions to him. He shifted his angles to give her insane amounts of bliss, and was rewarded when she tangled her fingers in his hair. She pulled him close, gasping with his every thrust. Each entry felt fuller than the last, and Loid did not stop his steady rhythm. Her insides felt like they were made for him. He lifted her shapely legs to get deeper access, and Yor sobbed from how good it felt.
Their lovemaking continued for what seemed like an eternity. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Moonlight cast pretty shadows on their silhouettes; Yor's back arched in pleasure, while Loid's hips remained firmly connected to hers. Their blond and black hair added a unique contrast to the scene, amplifying their coupling. His bedroom was filled with aching sounds of passion from both of them. Yor's soft moans mixed with the heady scent of his sweat, like two animals mating in heat.
Loid admired Yor's body while he penetrated her repeatedly. She normally kept her seductive frame hidden under her loose dress, but now she was fully exposed to his intense gaze. Her breasts bounced in perfect unision, fair and full globes that were perfect for babies. Her wide, full hips - Loid's hand tightened on them - they were designed for easy childbirth. He couldn't have found a better match for him, and a woman to bear his children. The thought made him feel attached... and lustful. As Loid increased his pace in fervor, Yor's moans grew more incoherent, lost in satisfaction.
"K-knock me up, Loid," Yor gasped, her words almost whispered, "Make me... pregnant."
Loid felt an uncontrollable desire rise within him. It was the need to impregnate, breed, any and all forms of fertility that was proof of their union.
"Your body feels like it was made for me, Yor," he answered, "Made to bear my child."
Her depths tightened around his throbbing member, her fingers raked his chiseled back.
"Y-yes," Yor stuttured. "I want to get pregnant... with your child," her words desperate.
"I'll get you pregnant, Yor," Loid thrusted deeper inside, his breaths growing hot and heavy. "I'll fill you with all of my cum, until you can't think anymore. I'll do this to you... every night." Yor moaned at his words.
"I'll force you to have my baby, tonight, tomorrow, a year from now... I'll knock you up again... and again," Loid promised, and felt his own climax arrive. As waves of pleasure washed over him, he buried himself as deep as he could go, his hot seed spurting inside Yor. She screamed in euphoria as her own climax cascaded over her limbs. Loid's powerful seed flooded her walls. His hard length continued to release within Yor, every throb brimmed with potent satisfaction. He filled her up until his seed dripped outside her thighs; an overflowing warmth.
Several minutes passed as they panted. Loid was about to lift himself off out of habit, when Yor wrapped her legs around his waist.
"H-hey," she spoke, raising a hand to his cheek.
"S...Stay with me a while longer, Loid," she confessed, and then looked away out of shyness. Loid stopped moving and kissed her for a long time.
"I'll stay with you as long as I get to be your husband," he replied, and a thought drifted into his mind, hazy with sleep.
I kinda hope that's forever.
Loid wrapped his arms around Yor, and they slept together peacefully. It would be the first night of many to come.