By Zephyria 
Titi had an exceptionally keen sense of hearing.
And as the intimacy between the couple deepened, Ruben often found himself unable to hide his cries of pleasure.
Whether it was because he took after his fathers or because he had hatched from a dragon’s egg, I didn’t know. Whenever Ruben failed to stifle his moans during the act, Titi would wake up, terrified, and knock on the bedroom door.
Is Daddy hurt? Is Daddy crying? There’s a monster in Daddy’s dream…
How could I leave a frightened child standing in the hallway?
After hurriedly dressing and going out to put the child back to sleep, I would return to find Ruben often asleep, exhausted from waiting for me.
Occasionally, I would wake the sleeping Ruben and carefully resume the act, but there were many times I spent those moments in lingering frustration alone.
Consequently, as the child began to walk, run, and speak on her own, the nights between Ruben and me became even more secret and quiet. It was around this time that Ruben began wearing a thick gown over his bare body, so that he could cover himself up at any moment.
It is hard to believe that this garment—which reveals the swell of his breasts, his smooth abdomen, and his even more shy and secret lower half with the undoing of a single knot at the waist—is even called clothing.
Today, I sat between Ruben’s knees, which he had shyly opened while covering his own mouth with one hand, and took a moment to catch my breath.
“…”
“…”
Not a word was spoken; only glances were exchanged. When I slid my hands behind his knees and spread his legs wide, Ruben gave a sudden shudder of his hips and shot me a sidelong glance.
He was likely intending to scold me for being more rushed than usual.
However, having spent several nights alone without Ruben, I had no patience left.
Instead of backing off, I teased the inner line of Ruben’s elegantly extended thighs with my lips, following the prominent curve of the muscle as I delved deeper inside.
I pressed a loud, kissing sound against his taut, swollen genitals. I flicked out my tongue to lick the tip.
“…”
Ruben’s chest heaved as he gasped, swallowing his breath.
Rather than having his genitals bitten deeply or sucked strongly, Ruben preferred it when I nibbled on them halfway and licked the shaft and the area below the tip, allowing him to see my face clearly. It was a wonderful method for me as well, as it was less straining on my throat and allowed me to watch Ruben’s desperation for longer.
Ruben slid his fingers through my hair and thrust his hips a few times. He still seemed afraid to push in deeply, but the way he made suppressed, whimpering sounds of pleasure was incredibly cute.
Around that time, Ruben’s chest—which I frequently bit and licked, leaving the tips perpetually erect—came fully into view. I often felt it was unfair and regrettable that I only had one mouth.
As I reached up to squeeze his breast and rubbed the tip with my thumb as if crushing it, Ruben began to tense up, his buttocks hollowing out. The hand not covering his mouth gripped the bedsheets.
And Ruben’s legs spread a little further, to a point that was almost embarrassing.
Ruben no longer hesitated to show his vulva to me. Though he was still shy, he no longer wailed and struggled as if something forbidden were being done to him.
After a few movements of my head, the pre-ejaculate was soon flooding the tip of my tongue. Since Ruben was exceptionally shy about climaxing before me, instead of pushing him further, I reached for the holy oil on the nightstand and opened the cap.
It had a brighter floral scent than the one we usually used.
The one who decided the scent of the day was always Ruben. It seemed he wanted me to be more persistent and tenacious today.
Realizing that not only I, but Ruben as well, had been longing for this for a long time, I laughed again.
I licked as if tickling, and tickled as if licking. Then, I brought my hand, slick with holy oil, to the entrance. My thick finger was instantly swallowed by the smooth inner walls.
My laughter stopped instantly. As I pushed in deep in one go, the wet interior shuddered.
“…Ha…”
I let go of what I was sucking and looked up. Even without asking aloud, Ruben, realizing why I was acting this way, turned his flushed face aside and mumbled.
“…Before you came, a little…”
“Since this morning?”
“…Yes. I thought… we would do it today.”
“…”
“You can… come in right away…”
To think that while he wore such a modest face and played kindly with the child, he had been keeping his hole so obscenely wet and tight all day. I simply couldn’t believe it.
Driven by an overwhelming surge of excitement, I stood up. The moment I threw off my stifling upper garment, Ruben covered his mouth with both hands.
“…!”
And in an instant, I dove in.
Even after spending hundreds of nights together, I can never grow accustomed to the sensation of the inner walls trembling with anticipation and swallowing my penis as if devouring it every time I open his body and enter. It always enchanted me with a thrill, just like the first time.
I expertly gripped his hips as they arched upward. I paused for a moment deep within the inner walls that were not just trembling, but greedily gulping me down.
My vision blurred and cleared in waves. The flushed Ruben shook his head a couple of times before raising both arms. He obediently lowered his head. The moment my wet tongue touched him, he sucked greedily.
Blocking each other’s mouths with our own, stifling our moans, we dove into each other, desperate to remain submerged in this deep, intimate moment for as long as possible. Just as the tension in Ruben’s flat lower abdomen melted away, I thrust upward with a heavy thud, creating a wet, slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh.
I pulled the blanket over us. This made our hot bodies feel even more stiflingly warm. Amidst the fierce shaking, a hiccup of breath escaped from our misaligned lips.
Ruben, with his eyes half-closed, gripped my shoulders and trembled. I now knew what his distorted eyes, which looked as if he were about to cry, meant.
The sight of him struggling to fully process the pleasure transmitted from his lower opening.
It was so unbearably lovely that my heart raced once more.
I no longer stop even if tears well up in Ruben’s eyes, even if his inner walls tighten so hard they feel as if they might snap my member, or even if he scratches my back with his nails or claws at the sheets with his toes. Ruben loved it when I pushed him beyond his limit.
What else could I be better at than enduring for a long time and performing steadfastly? Seeing this, I felt we truly were a perfect match.
Because he had endured so long, Ruben melted quickly today.
“Haa…!”
As his strength vanished and he went limp, a breath he couldn’t hold back burst through Ruben’s lips. Without a second thought, I covered Ruben’s mouth with my hand.
Since I only blocked his mouth and didn’t cover his nose, Ruben made desperate, muffled sounds, tightening his knees before spreading them again.
If we kissed now, it was obvious that neither I nor Ruben would be able to hold back the noise.
Leaving it as it was, I pounded the inner walls with power. Despite the bed being specially made with thick legs, the sound of it scraping against the floor was inevitable.
Ruben’s white legs wrapped around my waist. While he was pleading for me to come inside him,
I felt the rustle of the child waking up in the room beyond. I froze.
Ruben’s eyes flew open. We both looked in the same direction. Ruben’s lower opening, fraught with tension, tightened to an unbelievable degree. Over the hand I had placed, Ruben also covered his own mouth.
And our eyes met.
I continued the thrusting without stopping. The back of my hand, which Ruben gripped desperately, became drenched in cold sweat, and my palm, which he kept licking with his panting, open mouth, became soaked with saliva. Ruben’s eyes also grew damp.
Holding his twisting, panting waist with one hand, I shook and stirred him into a mess.
“…Hngh…!”
Finally, a sob that couldn’t be contained burst from within Ruben’s mouth. While I poured hot semen into the narrow inner walls, a thick liquid smelling of chestnut blossoms flowed down the drenched shaft from the tip of Ruben’s penis.
Ttap, tap, creak. In the distance, the child opened her room door.
Clean, Clean Artifact. Ruben hurriedly opened the nightstand.
I helped Ruben close his gown and tied the waist string. Since I was good at untying it but didn’t know how to tie it well, I struggled a few times, and Ruben, trembling as I slid out of his narrow hole, dropped the Clean Artifact under the bed.
Now the presence of the child was right in front of the bedroom door. I looked up after hurriedly adjusting the front of my trousers.
The door opened. Titi, with a face on the verge of tears and puffed-out cheeks, threw a doll at me.
With a pang, the doll I caught exploded. If I had been an ordinary human, I would be dead right now.
“Daddy, stop bullying Daddy…!”
“…”
“…”
Ruben, with his hair a mess and drenched in sweat, covered his face with both hands and mumbled in a husky voice.
“…It’s not like that, Titi. Be a good girl. Why did you wake up…”
“Daddy was crying so much, how could Titi sleep?”
“…Right. Daddy was… just… Daddy wasn’t crying?”
“No, he was. He cried a lot.”
“…”
If anyone wanted to cry right now, it was me.
I couldn’t immediately grab Titi as she tried to scramble up onto the bed. After wiping my hands on the bedsheets a couple of times, I lifted the baby up. I used Telekinesis to retrieve the Clean Artifact Ruben had dropped and activated it.
As the heavy, stifling air in the room cleared, Titi’s face became even more suspicious.
“Ahem. Cough. Do I… look like someone who bullies your daddy?”
“Yes.”
To be able to answer without a single moment of hesitation? I was beyond speechless; I felt dizzy.
I realized anew why everyone keeps the child’s bedroom so far from the couple’s bedroom. Even if Ruben had a body capable of having children, the task of giving her a sibling would have been a long and arduous road.
Only after the bodily fluids vanished from his skin did Ruben regain his senses and peek through his fingers. With his eyes and cheeks still red, his tongue moist, and a languid air, he looked breathtakingly beautiful.
“Daddy isn’t bullying Daddy. It’s just, it’s been so long since we saw each other. Titi also saw Daddy after a long time today, right?”
“…Hmph.”
“Because we were so, so happy, it felt good to hug tightly. Right?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Daddy loves Daddy so, so, so much that tears come out when they hug tightly. Sometimes tears come out when I hug Titi tightly, too.”
“…But why isn’t Mika-Daddy crying?”
“That’s…”
Ruben’s gaze, which had been speaking fluently, locked onto mine. With no choice, I scooped up the child’s tiny body and helped Ruben along.
“I cried first. Ruben-Daddy cried a little later.”
“…Do tears come out when you’re too happy?”
“Yes, you’ll understand when you become an adult. Daddy didn’t know when he was a baby either.”
However, Titi’s round cheeks were still full of grumpiness and suspicion.
I wondered where on that tiny face there was even room to frown, yet the child narrowed her brow, pouted her lips, and pondered for a long while before pushing my hand away and climbing onto the bed.
“Then Titi will comfort you.”
“…Eh?”
“Both Daddies keep crying, so I can’t just leave it. I’ll sing a lullaby. Both of you, don’t cry.”
“…”
“…”
Ruben, with glazed eyes, nodded and moved aside a bit. Now, there was no way for me to win.
As I obediently lifted the blanket and made a spot between Ruben and myself, Titi lay nestled between us with a satisfied look.
Then, she said something utterly precocious.
“I knew it, Daddies can’t do anything without me.”
“…Yes, that’s true.”
I reached over the child’s small torso and hugged both Ruben and the child together. Ruben, who had been looking at me with wet eyes, pressed close, and the three of us hugged tightly as one mass.
I wonder why I kept letting out little chuckles through my closed eyes.
When I opened my eyes because I couldn’t sleep, Ruben whispered with his lips.
‘Tomorrow.’
What is so different about tomorrow… Feeling wronged, I lightly squeezed Ruben’s buttock and got smacked on the back of my hand.
I hadn’t intended to do anything more, but it certainly wasn’t something to do in front of the child.
I obediently admitted my fault and closed my eyes.