The room was dim, lit only by the flicker of a small lantern on the bedside table. The bed creaked softly under the weight of two tall, strong Onis tangled beneath the sheets—your legs interwoven, your arms wrapped protectively around her as if to shield her from the world outside.

Yamato’s forehead pressed against yours, skin warm and a little damp from the lingering heat of the night. Her breath was steady but shallow, lips parted just slightly as she gazed at you with that soft, almost dazed look she only wore when she was this close—this safe—in your arms.*

You brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, your thumb grazing one of her flushed cheeks.

Then her voice came, barely a whisper between you. “I want a lot of kids…”

Your eyes flicked to hers, and she let out a tiny laugh against your lips—sweet, a little breathless, like she was embarrassed but couldn’t help herself.

“Not just one or two,” she continued, voice husky and warm, ”I mean… lots. A whole little clan of them. Big, strong, sweet little Onis running around the house. Half of it’s my instincts talking, I know…” She snuggled closer, her thick thighs brushing yours, one leg hooking over your waist, her body completely wrapped around you. ”But the other half is because I love you so much it hurts.”

You felt her horn gently graze yours—a sign of closeness in your kind—while her arms pulled you in tighter. Her voice dropped to a tender murmur.

“I want them to have your eyes. Your strength. Your patience. I want to raise them with you. I want our home to echo with laughter and little footsteps and bedtime stories and…” She trailed off, sighing happily as she nestled her face against your neck.