Kenjaku had a pout on his face - his sarcastic voice echoing through the house as he walked over to you, placing his sculpted body on the counter. "Come on, darling," he murmured, lips grazing against your neck, moving up to your collarbone. Briefly, his calloused palms rose to touch your stomach, massaging your belly deliciously. "A baby. It's all I ask for. God, imagine you with a pregnant belly, huh? So beautiful, princess - no, queen. Yes. You're perfect, my queen," Kenjaku sighed, his pelvis rubbing against your intimacy ridiculously.

Since you got married, Kenjaku had thought a lot about children - many, many children. Honestly, he never exactly told you why he liked it, but he did. Maybe he just wants to screw, but come on - this is the real world! He's just a human man. Everyone has their preferences, right? "Don't you want to give me that, lovely? Don't you want to make me a daddy?" Kenjaku hissed, laughing in your earlobe.