You live with your roommate, Mochi, she’s a towering 6'5" ft tall, 37 year old woman who towers over you by a whole foot. She has very, very voluminous and thick dark forest green hair that spills down to her hips with chest-length locks framing each side of her face. Her eyes are a bright, golden yellow and seem to glow faintly in dim light. She has a youthful face and rosy cheeks that make her look younger than she is, but her immense height and plush, motherly figure betray her real age. Speaking of her figure, she’s got breasts that are each three times the size of her own head, a plush, chubby waist with a slightly chubby belly, hips that were wider then her own shoulders, buttocks that were each bigger than a beach ball and thighs thicker than her own waist. She’s wearing a tight, beige, off-shoulder sweater that struggled to contain her plush breasts, belly and hips, a pair of black jeans that hugged her thunderous thighs and rear, black loafers that were slightly too small for her feet, and a black collar around her neck. She’s also got a pair of cat ears atop her head and a long, fluffy tail that swishes behind her.

Mochi’s personality is well… like her figure: warm and plush. She’s extremely affectionate, clingy, motherly and friendly to a fault. She absolutely ADORES being close to you physically, and often showers you in affection whether you want it or not. She’s always giving you hugs, cheek kisses, lap sitting (yours, not hers), headpats, shoulder rubs and general doting. But, she’s also very mature and sultry, with an air of experience and wisdom about her that makes her seem very reliable and trustworthy. She’s also very protective of you, and will not hesitate to put herself between you and danger if needed.

Your currently in your bedroom, sitting in front of your lap at your desk, hand wrapped around your cock as you furiously masturbate to pictures of her. You’ve never told her… but you’ve got a massive crush on her. You two have been friends for well… a decade now, and you’ve always had feelings for her, but never acted on them. She’s always been so affectionate with you, but you’ve never been sure if it was just her being friendly or if she actually liked you back. You’ve been too scared to ask, and you’ve just… kept it to yourself, believe her to be way out of your league.

Suddenly however, your bedroom door opens without invitation, the hallway’s light flooding your dimly lit bedroom. "Hey, I’m going out. I was wondering if you—" Mochi pauses mid-sentence, her golden eyes impassive as she takes in the sight before her. You freeze, your hand still gripping your cock as you stare back at her, your face burning with embarrassment as your long black wolf ears flatten against your head.

She doesn’t react immediately, her tail flicking gently behind her as she walks further into the room, her loafers softly clicking against the wooden floor. You flinch as she leans down beside you, her massive breasts pressing against your shoulder as she looks at your laptop screen—her own face staring back at her from dozens of tabs. "Oh my, are those pictures of me?" She asks, her voice low and smooth, a sultry smirk playing on her lips as she turns her head to look at you.

You swallow hard, your heart hammering in your chest as you try to stammer out an excuse, but she hushes you with a single finger pressed to your lips. "No, no, don’t apologize," she murmurs, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement—and something else, something warmer. Her thumb brushes over your cheekbone, her touch feather-light, before she leans in closer, her breath tickling your ear. "Naughty boy. You know you could’ve just asked me, right?"

Your breath hitches as her lips graze your earlobe, her free hand sliding down your chest, slow and deliberate. She hums, pleased, when she feels the rapid flutter of your pulse beneath her fingertips. "You’ve been keeping this from me for *how* long?" she teases, her voice thick with affection. The scent of her—vanilla and something distinctly feline—fills your nose, dizzying.

Before you can answer, her fingers curl around your cock, still slick from your own touch, and she gives it a slow, practiced stroke. "Mochi—" you gasp, hips jerking instinctively into her grip. She shushes you again, her thumb smearing precum over your tip in lazy circles. "Shh, let’s take this to *my* bedroom, Hornball~" she purrs, nipping your ear playfully.

Without warning, Mochi pressed her lips against yours—soft, warm, and tasting faintly of the chamomile tea she’d been sipping earlier. You melted into the kiss, your fingers tangling in her thick forest-green hair as her tongue slid past your lips. She pulled away with a wet pop, grinning at your dazed expression. "Was that your first kiss?" she teased, squeezing your cock again.

You barely had time to nod before she effortlessly lifted you from your chair, her arms wrapping around you like you weighed nothing. "Wh—Mochi!" you yelped as she carried you bridal-style toward the door, her laughter vibrating against your chest. "Relax, Honey. I won’t drop you," she murmured, nuzzling your temple as she kicked your bedroom door shut behind her.

Down the hall, she nudged her own door open with her hip, the scent of lavender and vanilla hitting you before she deposited you onto her massive bed. The sheets were still warm from where she’d been lounging earlier, her novel splayed open on the nightstand. "Now," she purred, crawling over you with deliberate slowness, her sweater riding up to reveal the soft curve of her belly, "tell me what else you’ve imagined doing to me."

Your throat went dry as her thighs caged your hips, her tail flicking lazily against your calf. "I—uh," you stammered, but she pressed a finger to your lips again, golden eyes gleaming. "Words are hard, I know," she murmured, shifting her weight just enough to grind against you, the heat of her through her jeans making you groan. "Show me instead."

Her sweater hit the floor before you could second-guess yourself, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra until her breasts spilled free—heavy, warm, and impossibly soft against your chest. "Fuck, Mochi," you breathed, mouthing at the curve of one nipple, and she arched into you with a pleased hum. "There we go," she sighed, fingers carding through your hair. "No more hiding, sweetheart."

You groaned as her jeans peeled away, revealing the thick swell of her thighs, the damp patch of her panties clinging to her hips. "You're wet," you blurted, and she laughed—low, throaty—as she guided your hand between her legs. "Because of you, dummy," she murmured, rocking against your palm. "Always because of you."

Her tail coiled around your own tail as she leaned in, nipping at your collarbone. "Rip them," she whispered against your skin, and you didn't hesitate—her panties tore like tissue paper in your grip. She gasped, her hips jerking forward as your fingers found her bare. "Fuck, yes—just like that," she panted, her breath hitching when you curled them inside.

You groaned at how easily she took your fingers, her walls fluttering hot and slick around you. "Mochi, you're—" "Been thinking about this too," she finished for you, her golden eyes half-lidded as she rolled her hips. "Every time I sat in your lap, every time you 'accidentally' brushed against me." She shuddered, her tail flicking wildly. "Ten years of this, you little tease."

Her breath hitched when you added a third finger, her thighs trembling against your hips. "You—ah—you could've had me anytime," she gasped, grinding down harder. "Just had to ask." You curled your fingers just right, and she cried out, her black-painted fingernails digging into your shoulders as her back arched. "Oh fuck, right there, don't stop—!"

Mochi's tail lashed wildly as she came, her walls pulsing around your fingers while her golden eyes rolled back slightly. You watched, mesmerized, as her plush body quivered above you—until she suddenly shoved you down onto your back with surprising strength. "My turn," she purred, licking her lips as she straddled your waist, her damp heat pressing against your cock.

"Mochi… are you… are you in love with me?" you blurted, immediately regretting the timing—but she just laughed, low and warm, as she ran her fingers down your chest. "Sweetheart," she murmured, leaning in until her lips brushed yours, "I wouldn't let just *anyone* get this close to me." The sincerity in her voice made your breath catch.

She shifted her hips, her slick folds pressing against your cock as she guided you inside with one hand. "Fuck—" you gasped as she sank down inch by inch, her golden eyes locked onto yours. "You fit so perfectly," she breathed, rolling her hips in slow circles that made your toes curl. "I’ve been imagining this for *years*."

Her fingers tangled in your hair as she began to move—slow at first, then faster, her breath hitching each time she bottomed out. "Mochi, I’m—" you choked out, but she leaned down, her breasts pressing against your chest as she kissed you deeply. "You don’t have to hold it in," she murmured against your lips, her hips never stopping. "Pour it all inside me."

You groaned as the tension coiled tight in your gut finally snapped, your hips jerking up involuntarily as you spilled into her. Mochi let out a low, satisfied hum, her walls milking you through the aftershocks until you were gasping beneath her. "There you go," she purred, nuzzling your cheek as she rocked gently through the last waves of your climax.

She didn’t pull away—instead, she draped herself over you, her plush warmth pressing you into the mattress as her tail flicked lazily against your thigh. "You pumped me so full," she murmured, tracing idle circles on your chest with a fingertip. "But Mommy’s hungry for more." The way she said it—half-teasing, half-serious—made your breath hitch.

You laughed weakly, still catching your breath. "Already? You just rode me like a—" Her hand clamped over your mouth, her golden eyes narrowing playfully. "Finish that sentence and I’ll sit on your face instead," she warned, though the twitch of her lips betrayed her amusement.

Mochi shifted her weight, her thick thighs squeezing your hips as she rolled her pelvis in slow, deliberate circles. You hissed as your cock twitched inside her, still sensitive. "See?" she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You’re not done yet." Her tail flicked against your calf as she leaned down, her lips brushing your ear. "Now… give me your hands."

She guided your palms to her massive breasts, pressing them firmly against her soft flesh. "Can you feel how heavy they are?" she purred, arching into your touch. "Every night, I’d lie here aching for you to touch me like this." A shudder ran through her as your thumbs brushed her stiff nipples. "Mmm… good boy."

Her hips rolled faster now, her wetness dripping down your thighs as she rode you with growing desperation. "You’re gonna—ah—fill me up again," she gasped, her golden eyes darkening with hunger. "Gonna milk you dry." Her claws pricked your shoulders as she clenched around you, her tail lashing wildly against the sheets.

You groaned, your hands gripping her waist as she ground down harder, her plush belly pressing against yours with each thrust. "Mochi, I need to ask you something—" She silenced you with a searing kiss, her tongue swirling against yours before she pulled back just enough to murmur, "The answer is yes, dummy. I’ll be your girlfriend."

Her tail coiled tight around your thigh as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her golden eyes never leaving yours. "But right now," she gasped, her breath hitching as you thrust up into her, "I need you to—ah—focus on finishing what you started." Her nails dug into your shoulders when you hit just the right spot, her entire body shuddering.

You groaned, gripping her plush waist tighter as her movements grew erratic. "Mochi, I can't—I'm gonna—" She cut you off with a sharp nip to your collarbone, her voice thick with arousal. "Hold it just a little longer," she panted, grinding down in tight circles. "Want you to—fuck—come with me this time." Her walls fluttered around you, hot and slick.

Her golden eyes locked onto yours as she suddenly grabbed your hands, interlocking your fingers with hers and gripping tight. "Now," she gasped, her hips stuttering. "Come inside me *again*—" The command shattered your restraint. You arched up into her with a choked groan, spilling deep as her own climax hit. Mochi threw her head back with a ragged cry, her entire body trembling atop you.

For a moment, there was only the sound of panting breaths and the slick heat between you. Then she collapsed forward, her damp forehead pressing against yours. "I-I love you," Mochi whispered—soft, unprompted—her cheeks flushed darker than you'd ever seen. The admission punched through you harder than any orgasm.

You caught her face between your hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks. "You waited ten years to say that?" Her golden eyes crinkled with amusement as she nipped your thumb playfully. "I wasn’t sure I had a chance with my adorable little wolf," she murmured, kissing your palm.

Her tail curled lazily around your thigh as she shifted, rolling onto her side and pulling you with her—your cock still buried inside her warmth. "Mochi—" you protested weakly, oversensitive, but she just hugged you closer, her breasts pressing against your chest. "Shh, Mommy’s cuddling you now," she teased, though her fingers traced gentle circles on your back.

You exhaled against her collarbone, suddenly aware of the damp sheets beneath you and the scent of sex mingling with her vanilla perfume. "So… does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?" you mumbled into her skin. She pinched your waist playfully. "Dummy, are you short of breath *and* hearing? I already said yes."

Her tail flicked against your thigh as nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck. "Though," she mused, voice muffled against your skin, "technically I’ve been yours for years." You huffed a laugh. "You could’ve *said* something." She lifted her head just enough to fix you with a glare. "I did! Why else would I send you pictures of me in changing rooms? I didn’t *only* do it for your advice!"

The absurdity of it hit you both at once—her exaggerated pout, the years of accidental foreplay—and you burst into laughter together, her breasts shaking against you. "Goodness, we’re *both* idiots," you wheezed, wiping your eyes. She grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Yes, but now we’re idiots who get to have lots and *lots* of sex."

Mochi stretched luxuriously, her tail flicking against your calf as she rolled onto her back, laying her head back over your shoulder. Her fingers brushed your cheek. "So… does this mean I get to start calling you my boyfriend?" You blinked—then grinned. "Only if I get to call you my girlfriend." She scoffed, swatting your chest lightly. "You *know* I was hoping you’d say ‘my kitten’ instead."

A comfortable silence settled between you as you held her against your chest. Finally, you traced circles on her hipbone. "I… I’ve been been in a relationship like this before." Her golden eyes softened as she lifted her head. "Neither have I," she admitted quietly. "But I’m willing to figure it out together if you are." The sincerity in her voice made your chest tighten.

Her tail flicked lazily against your thigh as she shifted, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Though," she murmured with a playful glint in her eyes, "I *do* have a decade of pent-up fantasies to work through." You groaned as she rolled her hips, your oversensitive cock twitching inside her. "Mochi, I literally just—" "Which means," she interrupted smoothly, nipping your earlobe, "we start with Round Three after you catch your breath."

The scent of sex and vanilla clung to her skin as she stretched her arms above her head with a contented sigh. "Goodness, I should've barged into your room years ago," she mused, her golden eyes crinkling with amusement. You snorted, running a hand down the soft curve of her waist. "Next time knock first." She gasped in mock outrage. "And miss seeing you gripping your cock like a lifeline? Never."

Her fingers traced idle patterns across your collarbone before pausing. "Oh yeah, I still gotta go out. Did you want anything?" You blinked—the outside world felt like a distant memory. "Wait, you were serious about that?" Mochi burst into laughter, her breasts jiggling against your side. "Sweetheart, I was going to buy *groceries* before I found you committing crimes against my photos." Her tail flicked playfully against your thigh. "Though I suppose we can delay that... just until after Round Three."

She rolled atop you with effortless grace, her damp thighs bracketing your hips as she leaned down. "How’s your breathing? Back in working order?" Before you could answer, she pressed her lips to yours in a slow, deep kiss that left your head spinning. When she pulled back, her golden eyes sparkled with mischief. "Good. Now tell me—how do you feel about anal? Because I’ve got *ideas*."

You choked on air, gripping her waist reflexively. "Mochi, I don’t think I’m comfortable with putting it in your—" Her laughter cut you off as she nipped your chin. "Oh sweetheart," she purred, grinding against you in a way that made your cock twitch inside her, "I was joking." Her tail flicked against your thigh. "Do you have *any* idea how gross it would be to feel your beautiful cock inside my bowels?" She shuttered dramatically, sticking out her tongue.

You groaned, hiding your burning face in her cleavage. "You’re *terrible*." She giggled, cradling your head against her breasts. "But you *love* me," she teased, the words sending an unexpected pang through your chest. Before you could respond, she wrapped her arms around you in a crushing hug—your face now buried entirely between her pillowy warmth. "Mmhmm," came your muffled reply, which only made her squeeze tighter.

Her tail flicked lazily against your thigh as she nuzzled the top of your head. "Better hold on tight Honey, Mommy’s switching positions." With surprising strength, she rolled you both sideways—her plush thighs trapping your hips beneath her as she switched the roles without breaking contact. "There," she sighed happily, her golden eyes gleaming up at you. "Now *you* can be the one crushing *me* for a change."

You groaned as her warm walls clenched around your oversensitive cock, still buried deep inside her. "Mochi, I don’t think I can—" She silenced you with one finger pressed to your lips, her other hand guiding your palm to her swollen nipple. "Shh, just give it a try," she murmured, arching into your touch. "As my future husband, I expect you to dominate your future wife properly~"

The sudden mention of marriage made your pulse spike. "Wait, *husband*—?" Her golden eyes sparkled with mischief as she rolled her hips in slow, torturous circles. "Mmm, we’ve known each other for ten years… you know everything about me and I you." Her tail curled possessively around your thigh. "Unless you *don’t* want to—"

You silenced her with a rough kiss, biting her lower lip hard enough to draw a startled gasp. "Fine… *Kitten*," you growled against her mouth, flipping her onto her stomach with surprising strength. Mochi shuddered, her tail lashing wildly as you yanked her plush hips up. "Oh *fuck*—yes—" she panted, clawing at the sheets when you sank back inside her slick heat.

Her golden eyes rolled back as you gripped her waist tighter, thrusting harder than before. "You—ah!—you *really* waited ten years for this?" you gasped, slamming into her deeper. Mochi's answering moan was half-laugh, half-sob as her breasts swayed beneath her. "Y-yes! Now *breed* me like—oh *fuck*—like you mean it!"

Her tail lashed wildly as you pulled almost all the way out before driving back in, the wet slap of skin echoing off the walls. "Goodness, Mochi—your *walls*—" you choked out, fingers digging into her plush hips. She arched back with a desperate cry, her claws shredding the sheets. "You mean my… my virgin walls? Because—*ngh*—because I've been *saving* this for—*ah!*—for *you*!"

You froze mid-thrust, the revelation hitting you like a truck. "*What?*" Mochi twisted to glance back over her shoulder, her golden eyes hazy but sincere. "I-I waited… because I knew… knew it had to be you," she panted, her tail curling shyly around your thigh. The confession shattered your restraint—you grabbed her arms and pulled her upright, forcing her to arch her back as you buried yourself to the hilt.

"*Fuck*—Mochi—" you groaned against her ear as her walls fluttered around you, impossibly tight. She whimpered, her head falling back. "I-I can feel you… throbbing inside my *throat*," she breathed deliriously, and you realized with dizzying awe just how *deep* you were. Her golden eyes rolled back as she suddenly clenched around you. "*Ohfuckcomingalready—*"

Her orgasm hit like a storm—her entire body shuddering violently as her tail lashed against your legs. You followed instantly, your hips jerking forward uncontrollably as you spilled into her with a choked groan. Mochi gasped when she felt the hot pulses inside her, her claws digging into your forearms. "*Yesyesyes—mark me inside*," she sobbed, her plush body trembling against yours.

For a moment, neither of you moved—just the sound of ragged breathing and the slick heat between you. Then you let go of Mochi’s arms, allowing her to fall forward onto her face—her breasts flattening against the mattress while her hips stayed raised, keeping you locked inside her. "*Hahhh… sweet fuck…*" she slurred into the sheets, her golden eyes unfocused. "Your *dick* just *talked* to my cervix."

You laughed weakly, still catching your breath as you smoothed a hand down her arched spine. "Pretty sure that was *you* talking nonsense, Kitten." She huffed, twisting her head just enough to glare at you. "*Excuse* me, but your *monster cock* just—*mmph!*" Her protest dissolved into a muffled groan as you suddenly spanked her plush asscheek—leaving a red handprint on her flushed skin.

"*Fuck*—okay, okay!" Mochi gasped, her tail lashing wildly as she squirmed beneath you. "No more—*ah!*—no more sass from me!" You smirked, rolling your hips lazily just to feel her walls flutter around your oversensitive cock. "Promise?" She whimpered, her golden eyes rolling back. "*Y-yes*, Daddy—*ngh*—just *stop moving* or I’ll—"

"Daddy? I’m not so sure about that," you chuckled, dragging your fingers down the curve of her spine. Mochi shuddered, burying her flushed face in the sheets. "*Shut up*," she mumbled, her voice muffled. "You *know* I say stupid shit when I’m overstimulated." You hummed, pulling out of her slowly—watching with fascination as her slick dripped down her trembling thighs. "Mmhmm. Like how you just said ‘mark me inside’?"

Her golden eyes narrowed playfully as she rolled onto her side, her tail flicking against your calf. "*You* try having a decade of pent-up fantasies dumped into you in one afternoon," she grumbled, though the curve of her lips betrayed her amusement. She stretched lazily, her breasts swaying with the movement, before opening her arms in invitation. "*C’mere*, idiot. My legs aren’t working anymore."

You collapsed atop her with a groan, your sweat-slick skin sticking to hers as she wrapped her arms around you like a living blanket. "*Fuck*, you’re heavy," Mochi wheezed dramatically, though her fingers traced gentle circles down your spine. "Could you… I don’t know, switch positions with me?" She grinned when you lifted your head to glare at her. "*What*? You’ve got *two* orgasms in you—I deserve at least *one* nap."

Her laughter vibrated through your chest as she rolled you both, her tail curling possessively around your thigh as she settled atop you. "*There*," she sighed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Now hold your future wife while she sleeps." You snorted, brushing her tangled green hair from her face. "Didn’t we just establish that you *aren’t* sleeping?" Mochi pinched your side lightly. "*Shh*, I’m *recovering* from being thoroughly bred."

The scent of sex and vanilla clung to her skin as she traced idle patterns across your collarbone. "So…" she murmured, her golden eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, "does this mean we get to hold hands in public now?" You grinned, squeezing her plush waist. "Only if you promise to let me grope you whenever I want." She gasped dramatically. "*Honey*! What if someone *sees*?" Her tail flicked against your calf as she burst into giggles.

Outside, the fading afternoon light painted golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Mochi stretched lazily, her breasts pressing against your chest with the movement. "Mm… we *should* probably shower," she mused, wrinkling her nose. "You *reek* of desperation and my pussy." You pinched her thigh. "*You* just want a Round Four, don’t you?" Her golden eyes sparkled. "You know me too well, Honey."

A comfortable silence settled between you before you held onto her tightly, slowly throwing your legs over the bed, lifting her over your shoulder as she shrieked in surprise. "H-Hey! What the *fuck*—put me down!" she yelped, smacking your face with her tail as you carried her toward the bathroom. "Nope," you chuckled, giving her plush ass a hard spank. "If I was listening correctly… you said your legs weren’t working, and you wanted a shower."

Mochi groaned dramatically, flopping against your shoulder. "Ugh, *fine*. But you *better* wash my back—*thoroughly*." You smirked, pushing the bathroom door open with your foot. "Is that code for ‘finger me against the tiles’?" Her golden eyes gleamed as she nipped your earlobe. "*Obviously*. Did you *honestly* think I was gonna let you stop at just three rounds?"

Steam curled around you both as you adjusted the shower temperature—hot enough to make Mochi's skin flush pink, just how she liked it. She wriggled in your grip, her tail flicking water droplets at your face. "Put me *down*, you brute—*oh!*" Her protest turned into a gasp as you lowered her slowly, letting her slide down your body until her toes touched the tiles. Her breath hitched when you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her much larger and taller frame flush against yours, your cock slipping in between her thighs.

"*Fuck*, Honey—" Mochi moaned, her head falling forward against your shoulder as you rocked against her slick heat, the water cascading down her back. Her claws pricked your hips when you kissed her neck, tasting the mingled sweat and vanilla. "Thought you wanted me to *wash* you," you murmured against her skin, earning a breathless laugh. "*Technically*," she panted, grinding back against you, "you *are* cleaning me… with your *dick*."

Her golden eyes rolled back as you thrusted up into her slowly, the tiles cold against your palms where you pushed her up against the wall. "G-goodness," she slurred, her breasts flattening against your chest, "you really *are* trying to kill me." You chuckled darkly, nipping her earlobe. "You started this, Kitten." Mochi whimpered, her tail lashing against your thigh. "*Y-yes*, and in spite of overwhelming evidence, I *don’t* regret it—*ah!*"

The water dripped down her flushed skin as you gripped her plush waist tighter, sliding deeper with each roll of your hips. Mochi’s breath hitched when you suddenly lifted her leg, hooking it over your hip for better leverage. "*Fuck*—you *fit* so perfectly," she gasped, her golden eyes hazy with pleasure. You smirked, brushing her damp hair from her face. "That’s only because you’ve been saving yourself for me." She groaned, burying her face in your neck. "*Shut up* and *breed* me properly."

Her tail coiled tight around your thigh as you thrust harder, the slap of skin echoing off the shower tiles. Mochi whimpered when you hit just the right spot, her claws digging into your shoulders. "*H-Honey*—I’m gonna—*ah!*—come *again*," she panted, her entire body trembling against yours. You groaned, feeling her walls flutter around you. "Go ahead, Kitten. Let me *feel* it." Her climax hit with a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around your hips as she shuddered violently.

Steam curled around you both as you slowed your movements, letting her ride out the aftershocks. Mochi sagged against you, her golden eyes half-lidded and dazed. "*Fuck*," she slurred, nuzzling your damp shoulder. "I’m starting to feel kinda bloated." You chuckled, brushing her tangled hair from her face. "That’s what happens when you *demand* three loads." She pinched your waist weakly. "*Demand*? You *volunteered* enthusiastically."

The hot water had begun to cool when she finally stirred, her tail flicking lazily against your thigh. "*Mmm*... how close are you?" she murmured, rolling her hips experimentally. You hissed through your teeth. "*Too* close, thanks to you." Mochi grinned, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "Good. Because I *refuse* to call it quits until you’ve—*ah!*—finished inside me *again* for the fourth time."

Her golden eyes darkened as she suddenly turned around, pressing her palms against the shower wall and bending over with deliberate slowness. "*Come on*, Honey," she purred over her shoulder, her tail curling around your wrist. "Show Mommy how *deep* you can get." You groaned, gripping her plush hips as you sheathed yourself inside her dripping heat. "*Fuck*—you’re *insatiable*," you gasped, thrusting forward harder than intended.

Mochi let out a startled cry that melted into a moan, her claws scratching against the tiles. "*Y-yes*—just like that," she panted, pushing back against you. "Wanna *feel* you tomorrow when I walk." The admission sent a jolt through you—your fingers digging into her waist as you pistoned into her faster. "Say… say the three special words I’ve waited ten years for you to say," you demanded breathlessly against her ear. "Let me hear the depth of your heart as I pump you full."

Her golden eyes rolled back as she clenched around you tighter. "*I—I love you*," Mochi gasped, her voice breaking on the syllables. "*Love you so fucking much it hurts*." The raw sincerity in her words unraveled you—your hips stuttered as you buried yourself to the hilt with a choked groan, spilling into her for the fourth time that afternoon. She whimpered as she felt the hot pulses inside her, her tail lashing wildly. "*Fuck*—I feel so full… I-I might *pop*," she slurred, her knees buckling.

You caught her before she could collapse, holding her hips upright as her claws dug deep into the shower tiles. "*Goodness*, Honey," she panted, her golden eyes hazy with pleasure. "*Now* I understand why everyone says… sex is better when you're in love." You chuckled against her damp shoulder, kissing the bite marks you'd left earlier. "*That's* your takeaway?" Mochi huffed weakly, twisting to glare at you. "*Shut up*… I'm emotionally *compromised* right now."

The water had turned lukewarm when she finally straightened, wincing as your softening cock slipped out of her. "*Oof*… I *definitely* felt that one," she mumbled, pressing a hand to her lower belly. You smirked, brushing her tangled hair aside. "Regretting your life choices yet, Kitten?" She swatted your chest lightly. "*Never*… though I *do* have something on my mind." Her golden eyes flickered with sudden hesitation before she blurted out, "Do… do you want children?"

You froze mid-lather, soap dripping down her back. "*What?*" Mochi hunched her shoulders, her tail flicking nervously against your thigh. "P-please… just answer honestly. It’s very important," she whispered, her hand moving down to her lower belly unconsciously. You exhaled sharply, turning her to face you fully. "With *you*? Absolutely." Her golden eyes widened—then she *lunged* at you, knocking you both against the tiles with a wet smack. "*Thank fuck*," she gasped into your collarbone, her claws pricking your skin. "Because I… I might be ovulating."

Her admission sent your pulse skyrocketing. "You—wait, *today*?" Mochi nodded furiously against your chest, her cheeks burning. "I-I check my schedule *often*. After all, a girl’s gotta know when she’s… *fertile*," she mumbled, suddenly shy. "I apologize for not telling you sooner, but… I was worried you’d be turned off by my… female troubles." You groaned, pressing your forehead against hers. "Mochi… you realize *everything* we did today—" "*Yes*, obviously!" she interrupted, smacking your chest lightly. "I know the risk, but… I—I *chose* it willingly."

Her golden eyes searched yours anxiously as her fingers traced circles on your sternum. "So… are you angry?" You exhaled sharply, pulling her tighter against you. "*No*, I’m just… is this why you were calling me your future husband?" Mochi’s tail lashed wildly behind her. "*Partly*," she admitted, her voice barely audible over the water. "But mostly because I’ve fantasized about hearing you call me ‘wife’ for… oh, *seven* years?" Her claws pricked your skin nervously. "*Too* much?"

You caught her trembling hand, pressing it flat over your racing heartbeat. "Tell me the truth—did you plan this?" Mochi swallowed hard, her damp ears flattening against her head. "*No*… walking in on you was pure luck," she confessed with a shaky laugh. "But once I saw you gripping your cock… jerking off to pictures of *me*…" Her golden eyes darkened as her fingers tangled in your chest hair. "*Fuck*, Honey—I couldn’t *stop* myself."

The shower water had turned cold when she suddenly grabbed your wrist, guiding your palm down to her lower belly. "Feel how *deep* you went?" she whispered, pressing your fingers into her soft flesh. "Every thrust—*ah*—I could *feel* you kissing my womb." Your breath hitched at the vivid imagery—her walls still fluttering around phantom pulses of your release.

Mochi's golden eyes gleamed as she leaned in, her damp hair sticking to your chest. "Please don’t push me away now," she murmured, her claws pricking your hips. "I’m not some sperm-jacketing villain—if you *really* don’t want this, I’ll swallow a morning-after pill." Her tail flicked nervously against your thigh. "But goodness, *Honey*… the thought of carrying your child makes my *knees weak*."

You cupped her face, water droplets catching on her lashes. "Make me a vow then," you whispered, thumbs brushing her cheeks. "That no matter what happens—you’ll never cheat on me, never go looking for a ‘better sire’." Mochi gasped as if wounded, her claws digging into your back. "How *dare* you," she hissed, her tail lashing violently. "I waited *ten years* for you—who else could possibly—" Her voice broke as she buried her face in your neck. "*Fuck you* for even suggesting that."

The cold water made her shiver as you turned it off, wrapping her trembling form in a towel. She sniffled against your shoulder, her tail curling around your waist like a lifeline. "Alright…" she mumbled wetly, "I’ll vow it properly—I Mochi Charlotte Marlowe swear to *never* stray from you, my beloved idiot, in bed or out." Her golden eyes flickered up through damp lashes. "*Happy*?" You kissed her forehead. "Ecstatic… *Charlotte*?" She groaned, smacking your chest. "*Don’t*—only my mother calls me that."

She wobbled when you released her, clutching the towel around her plush hips. "Fuck—*everything* hurts," she whined, her thighs trembling as she limped toward the bedroom. You smirked, catching her elbow. "Need me to carry you again?" Mochi huffed, swatting your hand away. "*No*—I have *some* dignity left—*oh fuck*!" Her knees buckled halfway to the bed, forcing you to catch her bridal-style. "Dammit," she grumbled, arms crossed indignantly as you deposited her onto the rumpled sheets.

Her golden eyes softened as you knelt to towel-dry her damp tail, fingers working through the tangled fur. "*Mmm*... you're good at this," she murmured, stretching lazily. "Marry me properly someday, okay? With rings and cake and embarrassing speeches." You chuckled, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. "Only if you promise to behave your horny ass through the ceremony." She gasped, kicking weakly at your shoulder. "*Rude*! I'll have you know I can be *very* dignified when—*oh*—when I'm not getting railed into next week."

Outside, the streetlights flickered on as evening settled over the city. Mochi traced the condensation on the windowpane absently, her tail twitching when you draped a blanket over her shoulders. "*Hmph*... I should get dressed and actually buy those groceries," she muttered, though her body sagged deeper into the mattress. You snorted, crawling beside her. "*Sure*, and I'll sprout wings and fly to the moon." She swatted your chest halfheartedly, her yawn betraying her exhaustion. "*Fine*, but only because my legs feel like gelatin and my womb's currently housing enough of your sperm to repopulate a small nation."

The distant hum of traffic filled the comfortable silence until Mochi suddenly gasped, sitting upright. "*Fuck*—what am I going to tell my mom?!" she yelped, claws pricking your thigh. "You’ve never even met her and now I might be—*oh fuck*—*pregnant*!" You caught her flailing hands, pressing them to your chest. "*Relax*, Kitten. We'll start with 'we're dating' and work our way up to 'your daughter demanded I fill her like a cream puff'." Her golden eyes narrowed. "*Not funny*," she hissed, though her trembling lips betrayed her amusement. "*Ugh*... we’ll have to visit her tomorrow before I crack under pressure."

Her tail flicked anxiously against the sheets as she worried her bottom lip. "She’s *obsessed* with grandchildren—she’s been begging me to make a move on you for *years*," Mochi admitted with a groan, flopping back onto the pillows. "She’ll *know* the second she sees me walking funny." You smirked, tracing circles on her bare stomach. "*Walk* funny? You can barely *stand*." She pinched your wrist. "*Exactly*! And she’ll take one look at my posture and suddenly before I know it, she’s touching me! And then she’ll *smell* us—fuck, *fuck*—"

To shut Mochi up, you decided to kiss her, pressing her deeper into the mattress with a sigh. "*Relax*," you murmured against her lips. "We’ll just tell her the truth—that we finally stopped being idiots." Mochi melted into the kiss before pulling away abruptly, her golden eyes wide. "*No*, we *can’t* tell her *anything*—she’ll lock us in a room until I’m visibly *pregnant*!" You chuckled darkly, nipping her earlobe. "Sounds like someone’s projecting their own kinks onto Mommy Dearest." She growled, smacking your shoulder. "*Not helping*, Honey!"

Her tail lashed against the sheets as she groaned dramatically, flopping onto her back. "*Fine*—but try not to mention us and sex? Like *ever*?" she begged, her ears flattening. "As your future wife, I beg of you *please* keep our bedroom escapades out of polite conversation." You smirked, rolling onto your side to trace idle circles on her belly. "Naturally. I also won’t touch you anywhere except your waist, your face, and your arms while we’re in front of her." Mochi groaned louder. "She’ll just think you’re a weak, sniveling virgin who doesn’t *deserve* me."

Outside, the distant rumble of thunder rolled over the city as rain began pattering against the window. Mochi sighed, stretching lazily before curling into your side. "*Mmm*… I know we have separate rooms," she murmured, her tail flicking against your calf, "but I *really* don’t want to leave your side tonight." You chuckled, brushing damp hair from her forehead. "No complaints here—though, it is a little strange being in your bedroom." Her golden eyes gleamed mischievously. "What, Honey? *Scared* of sleeping with your fiancée?"