Takumi/Femui fluff

Hinoka and Sakura had both cried when you revealed the truth to them. Ryouma bowed his head in a way you’ve never seen him before and apologized for not telling you the truth sooner. Azura congratulated you both with a smile.

Hinata and Oboro had both been happy for you. Oboro had been so happy that she cried, saying that one day she’d find someone like that as well.

But the well-wishes of the people around you didn’t help you when the wedding was over.

The image of the woman you believed to be your sister had haunted your dreams from the moment you met her, but to actually hold her in your arms, kiss her, and make love to her… That was an entirely different story.

You’d gotten married a week after you proposed, and every night until then brought a new nightmare for how your wedding night could go wrong.

The first night, you dreamed about your penis turning into an udon noodle and going all the way through her until the tip came out of her mouth.

The second night, you dreamed that Hinata was there shouting words of encouragement until you went limp.

The third night’s dream seemed to be going well, when Jakob’s face suddenly popped up from side of the bed and mentioned that tea was beginning to leak through the ceiling and that you should probably check that out. Then his head slid back down and disappeared just as the ceiling collapsed, flooding the room with tea.

The fourth night had been going well, fantastic even. You’d both been amazing in bed, and you were going to cum together. Except, you came tea and she came coffee, and when it mixed together, it turned into Jakob and Felicia, who scolded you for mixing coffee and tea.

On the fifth night, Kamui suggested that you shouldn’t call her Nee-san now that you were married, and you went limp. She grew disgusted and left, saying that you were a filthy man who only lusted after her because you believed you were related by blood. Then Oboro appeared and gutted you like a fish, using your skin to make clothing.

The sixth night had you walking down a dark hallway before coming to a room and seeing her being screwed by Nohr’s Prince Leon, saying that he was much better than you. Then Princess Camilla showed up wearing a jester hat and buried your face into her breasts, which were so big that you suffocated.

The wedding itself thankfully went off without any problems. The issue was after the wedding.

You’d walked in on her in the bath after the wedding was over, then ran off before she could say anything. When the two of you got in bed, she’d turned the light off. It took every nerve in your body to ask,

“Can I… Can I touch you?”

She slowly turned her head to look at you and nodded.

Her breasts were soft, yet firm. Her lips were dry, but her mouth was wet. Just as you were beginning to get into it, you felt her hands on your chest.

“Sorry. I… I wanted to try touching you, too.” She murmured.
“I-It’s fine.”

The two of you let your hands wander for a short time before settling on your lower areas.

“Sorry if it’s not what you were expecting.” You breathed an apology to her.
“Ah, no.” Kamui shook her head. “It’s not an issue of size. I’m just a little unsure of what to do with it.”
“That makes two of us.” You groaned. “Should I just… put my fingers in?”
“That’s what I do. I guess I should try stroking yours?”

It was nice, being able to touch her like this.

“So you… have experience in this sort of thing?” He mumbled as the started to slide one of his fingers in.
“Of course. Maybe I don’t do it as often as you do, but I do do it.”
“What!?”
“I’ve heard you in your room sometimes. I always left before I heard what you were saying.” Kamui giggled. “Were you thinking of me?”
“What of it?” You scowled. “What about you?”
“I’ve sometimes thought of using your bow.”
“My bow!?”
“Yes. I’ve thought about how it was in your hands just a short while ago.” Kamui said slowly, emphasizing each word with a rub of your hardening cock. “I’ve never actually used it for that.”
“Well, I’ve thought about touching you like this plenty of times.” You said as you inserted another finger, secretly enjoying the soft moan that left her mouth.
“I think… I think I’m ready for you to put it in.” Kamui whispered breathlessly.

Slowly, carefully, you pushed yourself in. It felt strange. It was very different from your hand, but it felt wonderful. Without even thinking, you kissed her.

“Looks like someone’s happy.” She laughed.
“What about you? Does it feel okay?”
“It… hurts a little, but I’m starting to adjust. It’s kind of nice, having you inside of me.”

After a few minutes, you started thrusting, taking full advantage of the closeness to kiss her as much as you could.
You were a little disappointed when you ended up coming before her, but she reassured you that she still found it enjoyable.

“Besides, we’ve got our whole lives to get better at it.” She added with a mischievous wink.

The following morning, you were woken up by Hinata and Oboro bursting into the room with a cake that had “セックスおめでとう” written in icing.
“We stayed up all night making it with Felicia!” Hinata said with a grin. “We only ended up with three fires before we got it right!”

A part of you wanted to yell at them, but Kamui just laughed.

Your newlywed life went on smoothly for several weeks until Kamui fell ill. You’d been nervous when the doctor was summoned, but when he finished his examination, he smiled at you and said
“Congratulations.”
“Huh?”
“I was hoping to enjoy our newlywed life for a little longer, but…” was Kamui’s reply. “It probably happened on the night of the wedding.”
“What?”
“I’m pregnant. We’re going to be parents.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Hinata and Oboro rushing off toward the kitchen.
“I don’t want a cake with “赤ちゃんおめでとう” written on it!”