A Match Maid In Heaven

I sigh heavily to myself, half glad but also apprehensive at the same time as I drive along the winding dirt road up to my new home. It seems almost like a lifetime ago that I graduated college, my parents not only gifting me the deed to both the home, but also ownership of the couple dozen acres of forested land it sits on as a graduation present. On top of that, they surprised me with a trust fund they initially had set up when I was born some 20-odd years ago. My parents have always been wealthy, but they never seemed to be the “rich asshole” kind of wealthy, hoarding money for themselves while the common man suffers. They set up charities, did volunteer work, advocate for rights for both humans and mamono, that sort of thing. They looked after those they cared about, and thanks to them I won’t have to worry about finances for the rest of my life.

Of course, I could still find work if I so choose, and I probably will so I won’t get bored out of my mind sitting around at home all day. I’m just thankful I can pursue a career in whatever I want, rather than something that can pay the bills without figuratively killing me inside.

I drive along, passing by dozens upon dozens of large fir trees to the sizable home nestled deep in the woods. I admire the grand facade of my home as I pull up along the front, still taking in the fact that I’m the sole owner of this magnificent abode. I step out of the car and walk up to the wide front porch, a backpack with a few small things inside slung over my shoulder. The keys to my new home weigh heavily in my pocket, and I swallow nervously as I take them out with a trembling hand, and unlock the door.

The elegant foyer greets me, the mahogany wood floors polished to an almost immaculate shine as equally decadent furniture fills in the rather cozy space. The well-equipped kitchen and dining room sits on the left a short walk down the hall, a nice, cozy sort of office and study room opposite it on the right. Nearby, the elegant staircase leads up to the second floor, just over half a dozen rooms waiting to be filled with who knows what. The master bedroom and bathroom, my bedroom, sits at one end of the house on the second floor, waiting for me. I trudge up the stairs, my mind still coming to terms with the fact that everything here is mine, and I sigh again as I gripe the brass door-handle to my bedroom, opening the door with a soft click.

Inside I see a rather large, four-poster bed, its fluffy sheets rather warm and inviting looking as a large wardrobe stands nearby, presumably filled up with all sorts of comfortable, easy to wear items. There’s a few bookshelves along the far wall, a plump, cozy looking recliner nestled in the corner next to a fancy brass lamp for some nice, enjoyable evening reading. But what really catches my attention is the woman, or rather monstergirl, seemingly keeping herself busy by dusting the bookshelves.

For starters, she has a large, feathery tail nestled right near the small of her back. The golden yellow feathers cascade down behind her to just barely brush the carpet beneath her feet, a cute little bow sitting right at the base of her tail and keeping what I presume to be some sort of apron on her. Below the hem of her skirt, I notice her scaled, heeled-like feet, and it clicks in my mind that I have a kikimora guest in my home. My gaze shifts back up, and I suddenly feel my heart almost stop as my throat feels like it tightens up when I notice the sheer size of her rather magnificent posterior.

I’m no stranger to monstergirls with generous behinds, having seen a few mamono out and about while I run errands, or when I browse questionable sites on the internet, but this kikimora puts almost all of them, even some of the more ‘gifted’ ones like holstaurs, to shame. Her ass is absolutely massive, the perfect swell of her rounded cheeks filling out her frock rather nicely. I can already feel my pants growing rather tight as I gawk at the kikimora’s tremendous rear, her callipygian butt flexing ever so slightly when she shifts her weight to reach behind something on the shelf in front of her, dusting away without a care in the world.

I gulp hard as my gaze shifts upwards agonizingly slowly, my heart pounding in my chest when I catch an eyefull of her impossibly wide hips, hypnotizing me as they sway back and forth gently as their owner cleans the furniture nearby. The monstergirl in front of me hums softly as she moves to dust another part of the bookshelf, her silky, shoulder-length hair glowing in the warm light of the room. Acutely aware that I’ve been holding my breath for the past several moments, I cough suddenly, making her stop suddenly as well and look over her shoulder at me.

“Oh hello there,” the kikimora says, her quiet, smooth voice sending my heart fluttering for some odd reason. “Apologies, I didn’t realize anyone had arrived yet,” she adds, turning around to face me, causing my heart to nearly stop again when I ogle the size of her chest.

Each of her soft breasts are nearly the size of her head, the immense swell of her bosom threatening to burst out of her rather low-cut, frilly barmaid-like top she’s wearing with every breath. I gulp hard as I stare at the tremendous valley of her cleavage, the small, diamond-shaped pendant nestled just above it barely registering in my mind as her gigantic chest gently rises and falls with each breath she takes. I feel my face flush hot as I shift my eyes down to the hem of her top, the barest hint of her areola peaking out from beneath the snow-white fabric. All in all, if she didn’t have a large, feathery tail, scaled, heel-like feet, and tufts of feathers around her wrists, would’ve mistaken the kikimora in front of me for a rather gifted cowgirl.

“E-excuse me, a-are you alright sir?” she asks, her gargantuan breasts jiggling ever so slightly as she shifts slightly, her hands clasped gently in front of her.

“N-no, I-I, uh, I’m fine,” I finally manage to say, struggling to pull my gaze away from her mouth-watering curves. “I-I don’t think we’ve, uh, been introduced to each other yet.”

“Oh!” the kikimora gasps, one of her soft, dainty hands covering her plush lips. “A-Apologies sir! I’m Sylvia, the maid for this rather lovely home. A-and you are?” she asks, clasping her hands in front of her again as she looks at me inquisitively.

“I, uh, my parents gifted me this house a few months ago, a-actually. I was just about to settle in.”

“Oh. Oh!” Sylvia gasps, blushing hard as she prostrates herself, bowing rather apologetically. “Apologies, Master! I-I didn’t realize!”

“Master?” I ask, rather confused at her unusual formal demeanor.

“You are the owner of this house, are you not, Master?” Sylvia asks, quickly composing herself. “Your parents hired, well, asked, me to look after you and your new home. I just couldn’t say no to such notable members of our community!” she says, beaming with pride. “Of course I accepted the position of your personal maid and caretaker, Master!”

“O-oh, well, uh, th-thanks, I-I guess,” I say as she takes my bag for me, gingerly setting it on the foot of the bed. “I-I’m sorry, I’m just a little confused, is all.”

“No need to apologize, Master! I took no offense,” Sylvia says, smoothing out the covers on my bed. “Oh my, I almost forgot,” my new kikimora maid gasps, glancing at the clock on the wall. “It’s getting late, and I haven’t even started your dinner yet!” she says, gracefully carrying herself out of the room. “Oh, and Master?” Sylvia says, turning to look at me. “Don’t you worry about a thing! I’ll take care of everything for you!” she says, bowing ever so slightly. “A-and allow me to be the first one to welcome you to your new home, Master!” she finishes, smiling softly.

“Th-thank you Sylvia,” I say, still rather confused.

“Oh Master, you’re too kind!” my kikimora maid beams, giving me another quick bow. “I mustn’t dawdle however. I still need to prepare dinner for you!” Sylvia finishes, looking at me expectantly.

“Oh, uh, y-yeah, g-go ahead,” I say, making her smile again.

“Thank you, Master,” she replies, once again gracefully carrying herself down the hall towards the kitchen.

I can’t help but stare at her again, Sylvia’s maid uniform hugging her every curve as she walks away. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts about the whole situation, slightly overwhelmed with the thought of not only owning my own home, but finding out I’m going to have a live-in maid. I sigh heavily and walk back into my room and flop onto the bed, gathering my thoughts for several minutes before I eventually start to smell a rather delicious meal wafting its way up from the kitchen.

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“Well Master, how is it?” Sylvia asks as she sits down across from me.

“It’s…well…perfect, I suppose,” I say, most of the perfectly steamed vegetables and immaculately seared, medium-rare steak on my plate already gone, filling me with a calm, comforting warmth as I continue to eat.

“You’re too kind, Master,” my kikimora maid replies as she gently dabs at her lips with a napkin. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m not much of a cook when it comes to things unfamiliar to me, but I can learn! I’ll work extra hard to make sure every meal is as good as this one!” Sylvia exclaims, her soft, amber eyes lighting up with excitement.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll ever go hungry then, I suppose,” I chuckle, finishing the last of my delicious, home-cooked meal. “That was amazing, Sylvia. Thank you,” I say as she too finishes her meal.

“I’m just a humble kikimora maid, Master, no need to thank me,” she says, reaching over to grab my plate.

Once again, I struggle not to stare at her immense curves, the titanic swell of Sylvia’s chest straining at her top as she clears the table for me. Her heavy breasts wobble tantalizingly, teasing me with their soft, jiggly flesh as they nearly fall out of her uniform as the soft, silky fabric barely manages to preserve her modesty.

“Well, you’re a humble maid who’s also a really good cook,” I reply, making her smile softly as she clears the last of the dirty dishes from the dining room table.

“Like all good kikimora, I aim to please my Master,” Sylvia says, already working hard to wash everything. “How about some after dinner tea, hmm? Go on Master,” she says, gently shooing me away with a soapy hand, “I can handle this. You go and relax. I’m sure you’ve had a long day.”

“Not really, but-,” I say, my kikimora maid turning around to face me.

“I insist Master!” Sylvia says softly, still smiling ever so slightly. “Please, relax.”

“I-if you insist, I suppose,” I reply, making my way back to my bedroom. “I’ll be upstairs Sylvia,” I call back to her from the bottom of the staircase.

“Of course, Master!” she calls out in return, humming to herself as she quickly works to clean up the mess from dinner.

Once again, I stand in place, staring at Sylvia’s fat ass as she gently sways her motherly hips back and forth, transfixing me with her deliciously smooth curves. My heart pounds in my chest, and I gulp hard, rather reluctantly turning away to try and relax in my bedroom, every inch of Sylvia’s immensely curvaceous body burning in my mind.

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“There we are Master,” Sylvia says, gently handing me a steaming hot cup of plain black tea.

“Thank you Sylvia,” I say, gingerly taking a sip as she smiles softly. “Did you want to join me?” I ask, making my kikimora maid giggle softly.

“Oh heavens no, Master!” she says, blushing slightly. “While I do appreciate the offer Master, I have far too much work to do straightening up your home for you tonight. After all, what kind of maid would I be if I left my Master’s house in disarray the very first morning he was there?”

“Are you sure, Sylvia?” I ask, taking another sip of tea. “Everything looks fine to me already.”

“Of course I’m sure, Master. Everything has to be perfect for your new start tomorrow,” Sylvia replies. “Don’t you worry about a thing!”

“Perhaps another time then?” I ask as my monstergirl maid straightens an errant book on the shelf.

“O-Of course Master!” Sylvia says, blushing ever so slightly. “Thank you, a-and welcome home once again,” she finishes, bowing softly before leaving the room.

“Yeah, thanks,” I sigh, placing my half-finished cup of tea on the small table next to me. “I’m gonna have to get used to this,” I say to no one in particular as I get up from my chair, my kikimora maid already having laid out my pajamas for me on the perfectly pressed sheets of my four-poster bed. “Yep, definitely going to have to get used to all this,” I sigh again, changing into my more comfortable nightwear.

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[A few months later]

“Thank you Sylvia, that was as delicious as ever,” I say, dabbing my mouth with a napkin as she deftly clears the table, somehow carrying all of the dirty dishes over to the sink, depositing them in with ease after cooking yet another delicious, and filling, home-cooked meal for the two of us.

“You’re too kind, Master,” my kikimora maid replies, smiling softly as she reaches across the table in front of me to grab the one remaining plate she somehow forgot.

My heart almost starts pounding in my chest as Sylvia’s heavy breasts strain at her maid uniform, threatening to pop out from beneath her top as they squish against the table in front of me. Her skirt hardly fairs any better, the loose fabric hugging the generous curves of her tremendously large rear. I feel my face growing rather hot as I notice the outline of her panties just barely visible against the tight globes of her perfectly sculpted ass while she stretches out to reach the offending dish. The fabric of her uniform manages to drape across the swell of her firm butt in such a way to get me rather hot and bothered, and I struggle not to reach out and grab a handful of my maid’s impossibly large rear.

“Ah! There we go,” she exclaims after finally getting her fingers on the plate. “Oh, a-apologies Master, I should’ve tried from the other side of the table,” Sylvia says, straightening out the front of her apron.

I struggle to suppress a rather obvious gulp as I fail to not stare at her rather generous chest, the barest hint of her areola peaking out from just above the hem of her top. My gaze falls across her immense cleavage, the small, diamond-shaped pendant necklace she always seems to wear nestled snugly right on top just beneath her collarbone.

“M-Master, is something the wrong?” my now slightly flustered maid asks, the barest hint of a blush spreading across her face.

“N-no, uh, n-nothing,” I stutter, finally managing to avert my eyes away from Sylvia’s bosom.

“O-oh, well perhaps then I should get started on your after dinner tea then, hmm?” she says, seemingly composing herself almost immediately. “Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable in your room, and I’ll be along shortly.”

“S-sure, that sounds like a good idea,” I say, getting up from the table, once again staring at Sylvia’s bountiful rear as she idly shakes her wide, almost motherly hips back and forth to a tune somewhere in her mind. Her feathery tail swishes back and forth to the beat as she hums along, her hands already hard at work cleaning up the mess from our evening meal.

“Go on, Master. I’ll be joining you shortly,” Sylvia giggles softly, looking over her shoulder at me. “I be done with these in no time, and then I can start on the tea,” she adds, turning her attention back to the dishes.

“Sylvia?” I ask.

“Yes Master, I know. Plain black tea, no milk, no sugar. Just how you like it.”

“N-not that, Sylvia. I just wanted to say, well, ‘thank you’, for everything you’ve been doing,” I say, walking over to her. “I really appreciate all the hard work you’ve done and continue to do to make my life as easy and as comfortable as possible.”

“Why thank you, Master. I appreciate your kind words, and it fills me with pride that you’re telling me how good of a job as your mai-ah!” Sylvia jumps, gasping in shock when I bring her in for a tight hug.

Her titanic breasts press against my torso as I wrap my arms around her back, her entire body seemingly going stiff as I surprise her with a caring embrace. Her breath catches in her throat as I hold her against me, the feathery cuffs on her wrists tickling my arms. Her arms sheepishly follow my lead, Sylvia returning my hug for a few moments before I let her go

“M-Master!” she exclaims, hurriedly straightening out her apron once again. “Y-you didn’t need to do such a thing, seeing you happy and comfortable is reward enough!” my kikimora maid replies, her cheeks positively flushed red with embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know what came over me,” I apologize.

“There’s no need to apologize, Master. You just did what you thought was right,” Sylvia smiles, finally regaining her composure once more. “Knowing my master cares for me so in return for everything I do for him, i-it’s hard to explain,” she adds, the barest hint of red creeping across her unblemished cheeks. “A-and it would be unbecoming of me to do so, and I’m sure my own mother would scold me for admitting this, but, well, thank you,” she whispers, giving me a quick hug.

“You’re welcome Sylvia,” I say, holding her soft body against me for just a moment longer before letting her go.

“Now go on, Master. It’s far past time for your after dinner tea,” she chuckles, shooing me away with one hand as she resumes cleaning.

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Several minutes later, I can hear Sylvia taking the kettle off the stove, its shrill whistling silenced as she undoubtedly pours a nice, hot cup of tea for me. I was never much of a tea drinker before meeting my kikimora maid, but after the first week or so of her insisting she serves me tea after dinner each night, it’s started to grow on me.

I perk up when I hear the telltale clicking of Sylvia’s heeled feet approach the door to my master bedroom, the soft jingle of a tea-laden tray greeting my ears as she opens the door. My kikimora maid smiles warmly when she sees me sitting up in my bed, deftly placing the small silver platter holding a steaming kettle full of freshly brewed tea and two teacups on the endtable at the foot of the four-poster bed.

“Comfortable yet, Master?” Sylvia asks as she starts pouring out the tea.

“Almost, I think,” I say as she hands me my cup of tea, struggling not to stare at her giant ass as she bends over in front of me. “Why don’t you join me for a moment Sylvia? There’s plenty of room for two on here,” I add, patting the sheets next to me.

“M-Master!” Sylvia gasps, a hand covering her mouth. “S-surely you jest!”

“I’m not. Now come on, you should relax every once in a while. Besides, how many times have you served me tea without joining me?” I ask. “Now come on.”

“I-if you insist, M-Master,” Sylvia whispers, climbing into bed next to me, smoothing out her apron yet again.

“Sylvia, I-I’m sorry for startling you earlier,” I say. “I just felt like I had to do it. You’ve done so much for me, and asked for so little in return, I just had to do something.”

“I-it’s alright Master,” my kikimora maid replies, scooting slightly closer to me. “I-it was kind of nice, a-actually. You kind of give pretty good hugs, Master,” my kikimora maid giggles, cuddling up to me more as she leans against my shoulder.

“You’re not half bad yourself, Sylvia,” I chuckle, pulling her close to me as she starts giggling.

“You’re too kind, Master,” Sylvia says as she looks up at me, blushing slightly.

Looking down at her, I realize I have the perfect view of her deep cleavage, the immense swell of her gargantuan bosom practically filling my view with her creamy skin. I feel my face flush hot, undoubtedly blushing heavily as I fail to not stare at her tremendous chest. I can feel my pajamas grow tight, my heart pounding in my chest as Sylvia follows my gaze down to her melon-like breasts.

My kikimora maid blushes just as hard as I am when she catches me staring at her bountiful chest, and she looks back up at me expectantly.

“M-Master?” she asks apprehensively.

“S-Sylvia, I-I u-uh...”

“M-Master,” Sylvia whispers, her entire face flushed red. “P-please...”

“S-Sylvia, I-I...” I stutter, hyper aware of the fact that my kikimora maid is pressing her impossibly soft breasts into my arm.

“M-Master...” Sylvia whimpers, looking up at me with concern written across her face. “A-Are you feeling ill, Master? Y-your face is rather flushed.”

“N-no, Sylvia, I think I...” I gulp, my gaze transfixed by the swell of her perfect bosom. “I think I’m okay.”

“Nonsense Master, you’re positively flushed right now!” my kikimora maid exclaims, reaching up to hold the back of her hand against my forehead.

Her prodigious chest strains against her top, almost slipping out of the garment entirely as she checks me over, the soft, creamy flesh of her breasts jiggling obscenely in their fabric prison. Once again, I fail to look away from Sylvia’s gargantuan bosom and impossibly deep cleavage, the dark skin of her areola just barely peaking out from beneath her maid uniform.

“M-Master?” my kikimora maid asks me before I suddenly pull her in for a soft, tender kiss.

Her eyes go incredibly wide as I hold her soft body against me, her plush lips caressing my own for several moments before I let go. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that Sylvia had turned into an oni with how red the blush on her face is, her soft, amber eyes still wide with surprise. Her chest heaves as she breathes heavily, struggling to regain her composure as her mind races at a million miles a minute, totally and utterly surprised by my rather sudden forwardness.

M-Master!” Sylvia finally manages to gasp out, her mouth slightly agape.

“I-I’m sorry Sylvia, I-I don’t know wha-mmph!” I start before my kikimora maid lunges forward, kissing me hard as she presses her soft, luscious lips against mine, climbing into my lap and pressing her warm, heavy breasts against my torso.

“Ooh Master,” Sylvia coos, kissing me again as she wraps her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

“Sylvia,” I moan into the kiss, instinctively pulling her closer to me as she slowly grinds her wide hips and immense ass into my lap.

“Oooh Master, I’ve been waiting for this,” my kikimora maid moans quietly, her hot breath playing across my ear.

“S-Sylvia, I-I...” I start, before she puts a dainty finger on my lips

“Shhh, Master, I know you want this,” she coos, looking at me with heavily lidded eyes. “I can tell you’ve been staring at me, especially today,” she says, giggling softly. “Ever since I joined you as your faithful maid, I could sense your, hmm, how should I say, strong mana. All of that mana, just ready to burst out.”

“Sylvia, I-I…,” I stutter before she silences me with another kiss.

“Shh, Master, there’s no need to speak. I can feel your desires, what you want to do. So please, Master,” Sylvia says, pulling away from me. “Let go of your restraint. Give in to your innermost desires.”

“Oh Sylvia!” I gasp before reaching forward instinctively, pulling my kikimora maid in for a deep, passionate kiss.

“Master!” she gasps momentarily before she locks lips with me again, grinding her thick, warm curves against me with an intense need. “Oh Master, please! P-please M-Master, I want you so bad!”

“S-Sylvia! O-oh Sylvia!” I moan in between bouts of kissing my newfound lover. “S-Sylia-ah!” I gasp, a rather enthusiastic kiss from my kikimora maid sending the two of us tumbling over to the side.

“M-Master!” Sylvia gasps, her breath coming in quick, short pants as I lie on top of her.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I look down at Sylvia, my cheeks flushing hotly as one of her gargantuan breasts had popped free of its fabric prison, her rather frilly bra the only thing keeping her modesty. Following my gaze, my kikimora lover turns beet red when she notices her half-bare chest, and she instinctively covers it with a free hand.

“S-Sylvia, I-I...” I whisper.

“M-Master...” she whispers back, blushing even harder when I gently grab her hand in my own, moaning softly when my hand brushes up against her pillowy breast. “M-Master, please. A-allow me,” Sylvia whispers again, reaching down to undo the straps holding the front of her maid outfit together.

The closer and closer she gets to fully undoing the knot, the more her huge breasts wobble under their own weight. With a final tug, Sylvia frees her heavy bosom from her maid uniform, the swell of her breasts straining the fabric of her overtaxed brassiere as it struggles to keep her mostly modest. She shimmies out of the straps of her dress, bunching the fabric up around her immensely wide hips, struggling to pull her uniform past the swell of her thick thighs and criminally fat ass. Reaching down, I gently grab Sylvia’s hands in my own, making her gasp slightly and blush even harder before I help pull her uniform down her deliciously thick legs, tossing it off to the side as I drink my lover’s body in.

Sylvia’s chest heaves with her labored breathing, her arousal becoming more and more apparent as the outline of her rapidly hardening nipples start showing through the unfortunately thick fabric of her snug bra. Her stomach is nice and soft, having just the perfect amount of cushion for her to be giving perfect hugs with. My kikimora lover’s hips swell out almost impossibly wide, supported by thighs thick enough and an ass fat enough to make even some holstaur blush with envy. The only thing protecting Sylvia’s chaste modesty is a white, frilly bra and equally frilly panties, both undergarments struggling to not tear themselves off from the strain put on by her immensely curvy body.

Blushing hard, my monstergirl lover tugs at the hem of my pants, looking up at me expectantly before I help her, slowly pulling my own clothing off until the two of us are in nothing but our underwear.

“S-Sylvia, I...” I start, gulping hard, staring directly into her sparkling, amber-colored eyes. “I-I love you.”

“Master...” my kikimora lover whispers, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes before I lean forward, kissing her tenderly. “O-oh Master...” Sylvia quietly sobs, reaching up to pull me in for a tight, loving embrace. “M-Master, I-I love you too,” she whispers, looking up at me. “Oh Master, I love you!”

“Sylvia!” I choke out before hugging her incredibly tightly, locking lips with her unbelievably hard. “S-Sylvia, somehow I always knew. Somehow, I just knew. I knew but didn’t realize it.” I say, looking down at my monstergirl lover. “From the moment I saw you here, as my maid, I-I just…”

“M-me too, Master. From the time I first laid eyes on you here, I knew. I felt something in me, and I just knew,” Sylvia whispers, looking up at me. “But now that we’re together finally, none of that matters anymore. Nothing matters, but our love for each other,” she adds, kissing me gently. “I love you Master.”

“I love you, Sylvia,” I whisper back, giving her a kiss of my own.

“M-Master?” my kikimora lover asks.

“Yes, Sylvia?”

“Make love to me,” she whispers, gently brushing away an errant tear from my face.

As if on instinct, I reach down and entangle my fingers in her own as she tugs at my boxers, eventually freeing my throbbing manhood to the cool air of the room. I wouldn’t know it beforehand, but somehow Sylvia blushes even harder as she stares at my trembling length just inches from the entrance to her womanhood. Sylvia looks up at me and nods meekly, reaching down and gingerly brushing aside her panties, exposing her moist womanhood to me as I ease myself forward. We both gasp when the tip of my shaft brushes up against her outer lips, and I look down at Sylvia’s sparkling eyes. She simply nods, and I slowly push my way in, failing to suppress a quiet moan as I take her virginity, losing my own in the process.

Sylvia reaches up and wraps her arms around me, pulling me close as I ease more of my shaft into her warm, inner folds. With a final sigh my hips meet hers as I fully insert myself, the two of us finally together in the most intimate of ways.

“M-Master…” Sylvia coos as she looks into my eyes. “I love you.”

“I-I love you too Sylvia,” I whisper back, kissing her deeply as she hugs me just that little bit tighter.

Sylvia sighs contently as I slowly pull myself out, leaving a few inches inside of my lover before gently pushing back in, never leaving her totally full or empty for more than a few moments at a time. My kikimora lover fails to suppress a low moan as I hit a particularly sensitive spot, her back arching as she paws at my back with the pleasure, causing me to gasp at the almost electric sensation.

“P-please Master, d-don’t stop…,” Sylvia moans, pleading with me as I hold myself above her.

“Sylvia, oh god Sylvia,” I moan in response, unable to form any sort of coherent sentence as she gingerly wraps her surprisingly strong legs around my own, pulling me back into her warm embrace.

My manhood throbs with an intense need, twitching inside Sylvia’s quivering love-tunnel, the two of us gasping and moaning in sync before we instinctively move to share a wet, sloppy kiss. Struggling not to blow my load right then and there, I hold myself against my kikimora’s impossibly large curves in an attempt to regain my composure.

“S-Sylvia, I-I don’t know if I can last much l-longer,” I moan, resting my body on her warm, supple curves.

“P-please Master, I-I want you to go with me. I-I want to feel your warmth inside me. O-oh god, M-Master, make love to me more!” she cries out before I lean forward and press my lips against hers, silencing her.

Her words spur something inside me, and I wrap my arms around her as tightly as I can as she does the same to me, the two of us embracing each other as much as we can as I make sweet, tender love to her.

Soft, quiet moans fill the room as I slowly thrust my twitching manhood in and out of Sylvia’s quivering folds, the two of us only pausing our incessant kissing to catch our breath. My monstergirl lover wraps her plush, thick legs around my own, preventing me from ever pulling out of her by more than a few inches, her back arching whenever I push up against a particularly sensitive spot.

Her soft, dainty hands paw at my back and shoulders, caressing my skin as I slowly speed up my thrusts, attempting to push my throbbing length deeper and deeper into her. Our eyes flutter closed as I thrust my twitching manhood even deeper into Sylvia, our minds content with simply holding each other as close as physically possible as we share passionate kiss after passionate kiss.

My kikimora lover instinctively tugs at me just a little bit harder, urging me to go just a tad bit faster and deeper. Sylvia moans particularly hard when I push my throbbing length as deep into her warm, wet folds as I can manage, the tip of my quivering shaft kissing the entrance to her undoubtedly fertile womb.

“Ooh Master! D-do that again!” my monstergirl lover cries out, gasping in delight as our hips meet once again. I, too, fail to suppress a rather unbecoming moan as her hot confines caress my entire length. My breath catches in the back of my throat as the tip of my manhood brushes up against the deepest parts of her eager body, the sensation of totally and utterly filling her up nearly setting me off right then and there.

“S-Sylvia!” I moan before she silences me with a hard kiss. “Ooh god, S-Sylvia. I-I love you! Sylvia, I love you!” I cry out as I feel a deep warmth welling up within me.

“M-Master! I-I can feel you g-getting close-ah!” my kikimora lover moans, her back arching momentarily, her breasts pressing hard against my chest. “M-Master! O-o-o-oh M-Master! M-Master! I-I-ah! M-Master, p-please! Do-o-on’t stop! Master, please don’t stop! I-I love you Master! M-Master, I-I love you!” Sylvia cries out as I feel myself rapidly approaching the point of no return.

My throbbing manhood twitches with an intense need, my balls churning in anticipation as Sylvia’s innermost depths caress my entire length. Her salacious moans and cries of pleasure increase in pitch and intensity as she too comes closer to the edge, a deep, strong feeling of love welling up within me as I bring the two of us closer and closer to a shared climax.

“M-Master! Ooh god, Master! Mast-ah! Ah! M-Master, p-please! I-I’m so c-close Master! D-don’t stop Master! I-I want to feel you inside me! I-I want you to-ah! Anh! M-Master! M-Ma-ah! Ah! AH! M-MASTER! MASTER! MA-AAH! AH!” my monstergirl lover cries out, her entire body shivering in bliss as she begins to fall past the point of no return.

“S-Sylvia! Oh god, Sylvia! I-I think I’m g-gonna cu-ah!” I groan, her innermost walls quivering all along my throbbing manhood sending me over the edge. “Oh god, S-Sylvia! Sylvia!” I gasp as another strong warmth buds up deep within me, my entire body seemingly going stiff as it tightens up with pleasure.

“M-MASTER! OH GOD, MASTER!” Sylvia cries out as I start cumming inside her hot, warm folds, bringing her over the edge with me.

“S-SYLVIA-MMPH!” I groan before she pulls me in for a hard, wet kiss, pressing her soft, supple lips against my own with an intense need as her thick legs wrap themselves around me possessively.

We moan in each other’s mouths as I unload rope after rope of jizz directly into Sylvia, her wet love-tunnel squeezing down around my throbbing shaft, eager to accept all that I can give her. Acting on its own, my body pushes forward, my hips pressing against hers, the tip of my manhood pressing against the entrance to Sylvia’s eager womb, making her cry out in bliss as her back arches hard. Her immense breasts press against my chest, the immense swell of her warm bosom threatening to rip apart her overtaxed bra. My monstergirl lover’s deliciously thick thighs wrap themselves around my waist, holding me as close to her as physically possible and ensuring that I wouldn’t be able to move, even if I wanted to.

We both gasp for breath, moaning out in joy as I deposit another thick load of cum directly into Sylvia’s ready and waiting body. Her wide, motherly hips press up against my body as she tries to get just that tiny bit more of my twitching manhood inside her hot confines, the two of us kissing each other hard as we slowly come down from our shared orgasmic high. I hold Sylvia’s soft, warm, curvaceous body against my own as if our lives depended on it, my hands wrapping themselves around her pudgy waist in an attempt to pull myself even deeper into her fertile folds.

“M-Master...” Sylvia pants, gasping slightly when she feels another hot load of my jizz shoot out to baste her fertile womb. “Oooh Master,” she coos, kissing me deeply.

“S-Sylvia, I...” I groan, looking into her sparkling amber eyes.

“M-Master, I-I love you,” she whispers before we tenderly lock lips yet again.

“I-I love you too Sylvia,” I whisper back, gently caressing the soft skin of her slightly flushed face. “I love you too.”

“M-Master?” Sylvia pleads, a warm smile slowly spreading itself across her face.

“Yes, my love?” I tease before she pulls me in for a tender kiss.

“Hol-ooh!” my kikimora lover moans, my body managing to eke out one final spurt of jism into her before I finally feel myself going soft inside her. Giggling softly, Sylvia looks down at where our hot, sweaty bodies meet, chewing on her lower lip before looking back up at me. “C-can you hold me?” she asks in barely a whisper.

“Of course,” I whisper back, sharing a tender smooch with my kikimora lover as we entangle our arms and legs with one another, not content until we’re as close to each other as physically possible. “Sylvia?” I ask, looking into her sparkling eyes.

“Y-yes, Master?” she says, her eyelids already drooping with exhaustion.

“I love you,” I whisper, giving her the tenderest of kisses as she sighs in bliss.

“I love you too Master,” she quietly coos, pulling me ever so slightly closer to her warm body.

“I know,” I tease, making Sylvia giggle softly before she silences me with a passionate smooch.

“It’s time to rest, Master. We’ve spent far too long wasting time,” she says softly, blushing just a little bit. “But it was time well wasted,” she whispers, snuggling up to me as she closes her eyes. “Goodnight Master, sweet dreams.”

“Yeah, sweet dreams Sylvia,” I whisper back, holding her against my chest as we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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With bleary eyes, I blink myself awake, squinting as the early morning sun’s rays reach through my bedroom windows. I stretch myself out, yawning hard before I notice I’m alone in bed. The crumpled up sheets next to my prone form are still warm, my kikimora maid Sylvia seemingly only just having gotten out of bed before me. Across the bed, I notice a neatly folded note standing on the nightstand next to the four-poster frame, and I reach across to grab the rather fancy looking letter.

[To my most humble Master,] the note reads, the unmistakable flowery cursive script of my maid’s handwriting deftly flowing across the page. I smile softly to myself as I read more of her letter, a tender, almost gentle warmth budding in my chest.

[I just wanted to thank you once again for the previous night’s events. The way you held me just after dinner, and the things you said to me shortly afterwards, I don’t think I’ll ever forget them. It’s the dream of every kikimora to please their master in every way possible, from the moment they meet to the end of days, but until last night I didn’t think it was a dream of a maid for their master to return the favor, so to speak. You’ve made me realize things I never thought could be true, things that make my heart skip, swelling with joy at the mere thought of experiencing them again. Even now, as I write this letter to you, my love,], I read, my own heart nearly skipping a beat as Sylvia once again confesses her love for me, [my heart flutters in anticipation of what might come next, and dare I say I don’t know if I can, or want to, wait.] I chuckle as I think of how my kikimora maid, no, lover, sits at the edge of the bed, positively giddy with infatuation as she pours her heart and soul out for me.

I wipe away a stray tear, a big dumb smile on my face as I finish reading the letter.

[I just wanted you to know, as your faithful maid (and loving partner), that I’ll always be by your side, helping you through the brightest of days and darkest of nights. Through the calmest seas and harshest storms, nothing will diminish the love I have for you. Nothing will be able to quench the fire in my heart that burns for my Master, and I promise that nothing will come between us, except my undying love for you. Until the end of days, know that I’ll always think of you, and only you, as the man who showed me what love, true, unbridled love, is. I promise I will work as hard as I can to repay your kindness, and I hope that one day I’ll be able to shower you with the same amount of joy and affection that you so graciously gave to me, and undoubtedly will continue to do so. I will always love you Master, no matter what, and I pray that nothing unseemly or negative will ever, ever cause us to drift apart, but instead pull us closer together, so that we may shower each other with love and affection until it is no longer possible for us to do so.]

[Yours, always and forever,]

[- Sylvia]

A rather prominent lipstick mark adorns the page next to my kikimora lover’s signature, Sylvia accentuating her already heartfelt feelings for me by leaving a ‘kiss’ for me on her emotionally filled note.

“S-Sylvia...” I choke out to the empty room, tears freely falling down my face as I clutch her heartfelt love letter to my beating chest.

Gingerly, I fold the letter back up and gently place it in the drawer of my nightstand for safe-keeping, donning my bathrobe that is somehow conveniently hanging on its post next to the bed. Nearly tangling myself up in the sleeves, I hurriedly put the garment on and rush out of the room, following the scent of freshly brewed coffee across my house, stomping my way across the hardwood floors before arriving at the kitchen, my breath once again catching in my throat at the sight before me.

The love of my life stands at the kitchen counter, deftly working to pour a big, hot, steaming mug of freshly brewed coffee for me. Her soft, lilting voice hums along as she prepares our first meal together as newfound lovers, my heart fluttering in my chest at the sound of her silky smooth voice. Her featherduster-like tail swishes back and forth, and I only just now realize that my kikimora maid is almost entirely naked, a too-small pair of panties and equally snug apron the only two things protecting her modesty.

I stand there transfixed at the sight of my monstergirl partner’s ginormous rear gently swaying back and forth, the impossibly large globes of her fat ass and swell of her wide, motherly hips nearly swallowing her underwear whole as they flex ever so slightly to the beat of her unheard song. I swallow hard as I continue to stare at Sylvia’s perfectly shaped rear, my twitching manhood rapidly growing hard as I drink in her smooth, unblemished curves.

Sylvia turns around, the motion causing her unrestrained bosom to wobble obscenely underneath her perfectly clean apron, a wide smile spreading across her face as she gently places a comically large mug full of fresh coffee on the counter in front of her. Blushing slightly, Sylvia follows my gaze down to her gargantuan chest, each step of her heeled feet causing the soft flesh to jiggle slightly beneath the unfortunate prison of her apron. Reaching up, my kikimora lover pulls me in for a hard, wet kiss, her immense breasts pressing into my torso as she holds herself against me, moaning slightly into the kiss before letting go.

“Good morning Master,” Sylvia chirps, her mind still riding the emotional high of our previous night’s tryst.

“S-Sylvia...I-I,” I start before she shushes me with a soft finger.

“Ah, ah, no need to talk, breakfast is almost ready,” she coos, ushering me towards the kitchen table. “I just need to start cooking, and everything will be ready soon.”

“S-Sylvia,” I start, gently grabbing her feathered wrist.

“Is something the wrong, Master?” she asks.

“N-no, n-nothing, i-it’s just that, I, well, I-I read your little note...”

“A-and?” Sylvia asks, tears of joy already welling up in the corners of her pure, amber eyes.

“It was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever read. Th-the way you poured your heart and soul out for me, i-it...I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for that,” I say, choking on my words before pulling Sylvia in for a tight, affectionate embrace.

“O-oh Master!” Sylvia cries, tears freely streaming down her otherwise unblemished face. “I-I love you Master! I-I love you, s-so, so much!”

“I know Sylvia, I-I love you too!” I reply, holding my monstergir partner as close to me as possible. “I-I just, god Sylvia, how will I ever make it up to you for confessing your feelings for me like that?”

“You can start by giving me a kiss,” Sylvia teases, chuckling softly before I silence her with a deep, passionate smooch, sobbing softly into my chest as I hold her against me. “I-I love you Master,” she whispers, looking up at me with sparkling yellow eyes.

“I know, my love, I know. I love you too Sylvia,” I whisper back, gently pressing my lips against hers for a few moments.

“Ooh Master,” Sylvia moans into the kiss, pressing her impossibly large curves against me. “P-please, d-don’t stop...” she coos, subconsciously pressing her giant breasts against me even more as I reach around and grab two great big handfuls of her fat, slappable ass.

“Sylvia...” I moan, eagerly accepting her own wet smooches as I roughly fondle and grope the gargantuan orbs of her titanic rear, my fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh of her cushiony cheeks.

My manhood rapidly grows hard, prodding Sylvia through my bathrobe and her apron, my curvaceous lover making me gaps quietly when she grinds her fertile curves against me. Sylvia moans hard as I play with her jiggly rear, her lips parting ever so slightly and inviting my tongue to dance with hers as we sloppily make out.

“M-Master, ooh Master,” Sylvia coos as I push her up against the edge of the counter. “That feels so good...”

“God, Sylvia, you feel amazing,” I whisper in between bouts of sharing dozens of soft, passionate smooches with her.

“M-Master, please,” my kikimora partner whispers, thick, juicy legs wrapping themselves around mine.

Sylvia moans hard, her hot breath tickling my face as I struggle to lift her up, her legs shifting to affectionately hold me around my waist. My kikimora maid struggles to reach around her back, blindly searching for the strap holding her too-small apron on her. Her soft fingers finally find the offending piece of her garment, her hands quickly working to untie her apron before she unceremoniously tosses it aside, leaving her curves entirely bare save for the single undergarment covering her modesty between her criminally large thighs. Rock hard and aching for release, my manhood throbs almost painfully underneath my bathrobe, Sylvia moaning softly whenever she ‘accidentally’ brushes up against it with her deliciously thick thighs.

“M-Master,” my kikimora lover moans, hungrily pawing at my shoulders as I push her up against the counter. “P-please, j-just stick it in already. I-I…I need you inside me,” she gasps, sighing in delight when I somehow manage to rid myself of my fuzzy robe, leaving myself completely bare for her.

Reaching down, Sylvia pulls aside her snug panties, moaning in bliss when I immediately thrust my twitching shaft into her warm, wet folds. My monstergirl lover wraps her arms back around my neck, holding herself up as I support her with my hands on her gigantic ass, simply enjoying the feeling of being balls deep inside her.

“M-Master…,” Sylvia coos, looking at me with heavily lidded eyes.

“Sylvia,” I moan, kissing her deeply as I slowly pull most of my throbbing length out of her fluttering love-tunnel, leaving just the head of my shaft inside her fertile body before I plunge back in up to the hilt.

“Yes! M-More!” my monstergirl partner moans in bliss as I push my hips against hers, filling her deepest confines up over and over again with my rock-hard manhood.

Wet slaps fill the kitchen as our bodies meet, my hands roughly groping her tremendous derriere and squeezing the soft flesh hard. Sylvia’s pussy flutters around my pistoning shaft, caressing the entire length as we moan together, constantly sharing passionate kiss after passionate kiss, only bothering to stop to catch our breath or unashamedly moan whenever the tip of my manhood kisses the entrance to her undoubtedly fertile womb. Each of my thrusts sends Sylvia’s ass jiggling in my hands, the immense, cushiony globes of her titanic rear softening the blow as my hips slap against them. She moans incredibly deeply whenever I bottom out inside her, subconsciously throwing her head back as I bury my face in the impossibly deep, warm valley of her cleavage.

“M-Master! O-oh Master! P-please, d-don’t sto-o-o-op!” Sylvia moans as I speed up my thrusts, the barest hint of what’s to come welling up within me. “M-Master! M-Mast-ah! Yes! Oh yes, r-right there! Th-there!” she coos as I hit a rather sensitive spot, sending both of our minds reeling.

“S-Sylvia! Oh god, Sylvia! Y-you feel so good! Sylvia! Oh god, you feel amazing!” I groan, finally failing to suppress my own moans as I feel my manhood twitch with a primal, intense need.

“M-Master! I-I felt tha-ah! I felt that, M-Master! P-Please, d-don’t stop! G-give it to me! I-I want to feel you inside me aga-ah! AH! Y-yes! Yes! R-right there!” Sylvia moans, her quivering folds caressing my throbbing manhood a little bit more as I bring her closer to the edge alongside me. “Oh Master! M-Master! MASTER! OH GOD! MASTER! YES! YES! OH GOD, YE-AH! ANH! MASTER! PLEASE!” Sylvia cries out, her entire body shivering in delight as I start pushing her over the edge.

“Ngh! S-Sylvia! Sylvia, I-I think I’m g-gonna cu-ngh! Sylvia!” I grunt, a deep warmth filling my gut as I fail to hold back the oncoming tide.

“YES! LET GO MASTER!” my kikimora lover moans as she slips past the point of no return, her warm, inner walls clamping down on my twitching rod almost painfully hard.

“SYLVIA!” I cry out, finally unable to hold out any longer as I cum insider her.

We both moan in bliss, finally achieving sweet release as I shoot my load inside Sylvia’s fertile body. I paint her inner walls white, coating her deepest depths with my seed as she pulls me against her tight, preventing me from pulling out even if I wanted to. Reaching up, I pull Sylvia in for a hard, wet kiss, our tongues dancing together as I pump my jizz into the warm embrace of her quivering pussy. Moaning hard, Sylvia relaxes in my arms, making me nearly drop her before she manages to find her footing as my manhood stays at full mast within her warm folds.

“Oh Master…,” Sylvia coos, kissing me deeply. “I-I need you,” she moans, nibbling my ear teasingly. “I need you inside me more. P-please Master, take me more. I-I just can’t think of anything but you right now,” Sylvia whispers, pressing her lips against mine again.

Already three steps ahead of her, I reluctantly pull out of her and turn her around, gently pushing down on her shoulders to bend her over at the waist. I step forward and reach around to her front, my hands easily finding their way to her warm, heavy breasts, fondling them roughly as she grinds her impossibly large ass against my crotch.

“Ooh Master, your hands feel sooo good,” Sylvia moans, turning her head to accept yet another amorous smooch. “Please, I-I nee-ah! I need you.”

“Oh Sylvia,” I moan in response as she pushes her fat ass against me harder, her own hands entangling with mine as we sloppily make out, moaning in each other’s mouths while roughly fondling her soft, pillowy tits.

“M-Master, p-please,” my kikimora lover whines, her entire body shivering in delight. “I-I need you. O-oh god, I-I need you inside me…,” she moans, looking over her shoulder at me, her face positively red with lust.

Acting on their own, my hands reach forward and grab the straps of Sylvia’s now unfortunately ruined panties as I unceremoniously rip them off her thick body, baring her completely. Moaning in bliss, Sylvia arches her back as I grab hold of her inhumanly wide hips, aligning myself with her dripping folds before plunging myself up to the hilt in her warm, wet confines in a single go. My monstergirl lover cries out as my hips slap against her titanic derriere before I quickly silence her with a hard kiss, her hands grabbing my own and guiding them to her heaving chest.

Pressing her criminally wide hips and legendarily fat butt back against me, Sylvia moans incredibly hard as I slowly ease myself out of her moist pussy. She cries out again when I thrust myself back in, our bodies meeting with an incredibly lewd slap as her ass jiggles obscenely, the almost doughy flesh rippling whenever I push back against her fertile curves.

“Master! Ooh Master! Y-yes, r-right there Master! Right ther-oooh!” my horny kikimora lover moans as I hump her from behind, filling her wet channel up with my throbbing length over and over again. “Oh Master! M-Master! P-please, d-don’t stop! Oh god, please don’t sto-o-o-op!” she moans as I gently grab her shoulders and push her forward, bending her over and causing her incredibly large chest to squish against the cool surface of the kitchen counter. “Y-yes Master! P-please, g-give me mo-o-o-ore!” Sylvia moans again, looking back at me as I grab onto her inhumanly wide hips and gargantuan rear.

I grope Sylvia’s soft, supple flesh in my hands, my fingers sinking into the warm, squishy globes of her fat ass, using her curvaceous body as leverage while I thrust myself into her from behind. Panting and moaning in bliss, Sylvia simply rests against the counter as I plunge my throbbing length balls deep inside her quivering folds over and over again, lewd squelches filling the room as our bodies slap wetly against each other. Unable to help myself, I grunt and moan with the effort of screwing my kikimora lover from behind, the slap of my hips against Sylvia’s titanic, jiggling rear met with a loud, low moan escaping past her lips. Squeezing her ass hard, I push myself deeper into her, the tip of my manhood kissing the entrance to her womb once again, setting my lover off as her body clamps down around my twitching length.

“M-Master! Oooh Master! Y-yes! Th-there! R-right there Master! M-Master, m-more! G-give me more, Master! Master! M-Ma-ah! Ah! M-Master! M-Master, p-please! I-I’m s-so close M-Master! J-Just a l-little bit m-mor-oooh! Ah! Anh! Anh! AH! M-MASTER! OH GOD, MASTER! M-MASTER!” Sylvia cries out in bliss as I push her over the edge, her entire body quivering under the throes of a mind-numbing orgasm.

“Ngh, S-Sylvia! Sylvia! I-I’m close Sylvia!” I grunt, my body working on overdrive to catch up with my trembling lover as I ride her through her earth-shattering climax.

“YES MASTER! G-GIVE IT TO ME MASTER! P-PLEASE! I-I NEED YOU MASTER!” Sylvia cries out again, moaning incredibly hard as I feel my rock-hard manhood throb with an intense need, a deep warmth welling up from the pit of my stomach.

“S-Sylvia! O-oh g-god, S-Sylvia!” I grunt, struggling to not moan out with her as I feel myself rapidly approaching an orgasm of my own. My balls ache with anticipation, and I can almost feel them churn up an immense, fat load just for my kikimora maid as I thrust myself up to the hilt over and over again. “Ngh! Nghuh! Ah! S-Sylvia! Oh god, Sylvia!” I cry out, the telltale sign of my impending orgasm becoming readily apparent to the both of us.

“YES! OH GOD YES, MASTER! PLEASE! GIVE IT TO ME!” Sylvia moans loudly, panting hard as I continue to slap my hips against her giant rear.

“S-Sylvia, I-I-ah! G-gonna cu-um s-soon!” I grunt, grabbing onto her fat ass for dear life, my body moving on its own. “S-Sylvia! Oh god, Sylvia! Sylvia-ngh! Oh god! Oh god, Sylvia! Sylvia! I-I’m g-gonna cum soo-ngh! G-gonna cum!” I moan, pushing myself as deep into Sylvia’s warm, wet folds as I can manage, my hips pressing up against her ass as hard as I can manage before I explode inside her.

“YES! OH GOD YES, MASTER! GIVE IT TO ME!” Sylvia shouts, experiencing an orgasm right on top of her first one as I hump her ass hard, struggling to get my throbbing manhood even deeper into her quivering body, the two of us moaning hard whenever I manage to get the tip of my twitching shaft to kiss the entrance to her eager womb.

“SYLVIA! OH GOD SYLVIA!” I moan as I dump load after load into her, my groin slapping wetly against her astronomically large, jiggly butt.

“I-I LOVE YOU MASTER! OH GOD, I LOVE YOU!” my kikimora maid cries out in joy as I fill her up to the brim with my hot, sticky seed.

“SYLVIA! S-SYLVIA!” I grunt, squeezing her fat ass incredibly hard as my vision nearly goes white, my entire length buried inside my lover’s rippling love-tunnel as my balls ache, totally and completely emptying their contents into Sylvia’s fertile body.

Several loud, wet, almost agonizing moments later, I feel myself rapidly slowing down, and I collapse onto Sylvia’s back, panting hard. She, too, gasps for breath, the rather intense, almost double orgasm I gave her nearly wiping her out. I simply hold myself against her warm, soft, and very curvy body as we catch our breath, gingerly helping my monstergirl lover up off the counter.

“M-Master, I-I…,” Sylvia pants, moaning softly when I pull her fat ass against me just a little bit more. “Th-that was...I-I don’t know if I even have the words to describe how it felt.”

“M-me neither,” I gasp, reluctantly pulling myself out of her dripping snatch and turning her around to embrace her tenderly. “I-I love you, Sylvia.”

“I-I love you too, Master,” Sylvia whispers, simply content with being held against my bare chest as we hug each other affectionately. “M-Master?” she asks, looking up at me with sparkling yellow eyes.

“Yes, my love?” I tease, making my kikimora lover giggle softly before she gives me a quick peck on the lips.

“Apologies for using such coarse language unbecoming of a proper maid, but that was...th-that was...,” she pauses, conflicted on how to properly express her thoughts.

“How about just simply, ‘amazing’?” I suggest, making Sylvia smile softly before we share another tender embrace.

“That sounds just perfect, Master,” she says softly, looking up at me with pure, unbridled love written across her face. “M-Master?” my kikimora lover asks.

“Yes, love?”

“D-do you think we could, um, go back to bed, a-and…,” she starts, looking up at me, her face already starting to flush red again, “maybe...snuggle t-together?” she finishes in barely a whisper.

“That sounds wonderful, but what about breakfast?” I ask.

“F-forget about that silly thing. I-I just want you to hold me,” Sylvia whispers again, sighing softly as she buries her face against my bare chest.

“I think I can do that,” I reply softly, reaching down around Sylvia’s thick, juicy legs, and picking her up in my arms.

“M-Master!” Sylvia gasps, squealing with delight as I princess carry her back to my, or rather our, bedroom. “Such a gentleman!” she coos as I gently place her back down on the mattress.

“Only for you, my sweet little maid of mine,” I tease, climbing in next to her and giving her a passionate kiss.

“Oh Master, you’re too kind,” Sylvia giggles, eagerly accepting my tender embrace as she immediately snuggles up against me. “Mmm, I love you Master,” my kikimora lover sighs as I pull her that little bit closer to me, and she nestles herself against the side of my torso, affectionately wrapping her arms around me.

“I love you too Sylvia,” I reply, gently kissing the top of her head before also wrapping my arms around her.

“M-Master?” Sylvia asks after several peaceful moments of silence.

“Yes, love?”

“Do you think, maybe we could, um…,” she starts, blushing incredibly hard. “D-do you think w-we…y-you could...,” she says in barely a whisper, looking at me with a face redder than an oni’s. “C-can you make love to me again?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I reply, kissing Sylvia incredibly deeply as I climb on top of her. “Sylvia?”

“Yes, Master?” she says in another quiet whisper.

“I love you,” I simply say, moving in to lock lips with my kikimora maid again.

“Ooh Master,” Sylvia moans, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I slowly enter her warm, wet confines. “M-Master, p-please, I-I want to feel you again,” she moans, kissing me deeply as I bottom out inside her fluttering love-tunnel.

“Sylvia…,” I gasp, my hips seemingly moving on their own as my kikimora maid and I give each other wet, passionate smooches. “Oh Sylvia, y-you feel amazing.”

“I love you Master,” Sylvia coos, pulling me closer together before locking lips with me once more. “Please don’t stop Master, I-I want you to g-go all the way agai-ah! M-Master! M-Master! Ah! Master, please! I-I think I’m a-already g-gonna-ah! Ah! AH!” my kikimora lover gasps, her back arching as I hit a rather sensitive spot inside her, her warm, wet folds caressing my throbbing length as I pump it in and out of her quivering folds.

“S-Sylvia, o-oh Sylvia!” I moan again, my hands reaching up to gently caress her heaving bosom, making her gasp out in bliss again when I grab two great big handfuls of her tremendous chest. “I-I love you Sylvia! Oh god, Sylvia! Sylvia! I love you!”

“M-Master! M-Master! I-ah! Anh! I-I l-lov-ah! I-I lo-ah! Ah! AH! M-MASTER!” Sylvia cries out, her fluttering lips squeezing down on my twitching manhood as she rapidly approaches the point of no return.

“S-SYLVIA!” I gasp in turn, feeling my balls ache for release, churning with anticipation as I fill my monstergirl lover up over and over again with my throbbing shaft.

“M-MASTER!” Sylvia moans, the tip of my manhood kissing the entrance to her fertile womb over and over again, making her gasp in delight before I silence her with another hard, wet kiss.

As if on autopilot, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her as close to me as I can manage, and she does the same as her thick, powerful thighs wrap themselves around my waist. Sylvia arches her back, her head almost falling back into the pillows as I overload her senses with pleasure as I make love to her again. I soon join her, failing to suppress a rather low moan as I push myself balls deep into her warm body, making Sylvia break our kiss as she throws her head back, her breath catching in her throat. The bed creaks in protest, our bodies starting to clap wetly against each other whenever my hips meet Sylvia’s, the two of us constantly pressing our lips against each other whenever we’re not gasping or moaning out. Already quite sensitive, my manhood tingles with pleasure, threatening to go off inside my kikimora lover without warning as I make sweet, passionate love to her.

“M-MASTER! O-O-O-OH M-MASTER! M-MASTER!” Sylvia cries out, her hips lifting up off the mattress to meet mine with a wet clap. “M-MASTER! M-MA-AH! AH! M-MASTER! MASTER! M-MA-AH! AH! ANH! ANH! I-AH! M-MA-AH! AH! OH G-GOD M-MASTER! I-I’M G-GONN-AH! G-GONN-AH! AH! M-MASTER! I-I-I THI-AH! AH! I-I THINK I’M G-GONN-AH! AH! MASTER!” Sylvia cries out, her quivering love tunnel clamping down hard on my throbbing shaft as she arches her back, finally succumbing to the pleasure.

“S-SYLVIA! OH GOD, S-SYLVIA!” I cry out, my manhood throbbing with an intense need as my balls ache, warmth spreading through me as I feel myself quickly following my kikimora partner. “SYLVIA! NGH! S-SYLVIA! I-I’M CU-NGH! S-SYLVIA, I-I’M CU-! I moan before she lunges forward, pressing her plush lips against mine hard, my vision nearly going white as I explode inside her, coating her inner walls white with my hot seed.

Sylvia hungrily presses her lips against mine, her tongue invading my mouth as her thick legs pull me even closer to her, the head of my twitching manhood pressing up against the entrance to her womb while she pins me in place. We moan in each other’s mouths as I unload the remaining contents of my balls directly into her babymaker, basting it with my thick jizz as we struggle to catch our breath in between giving each other hard, wet smooches. I subconsciously pull myself closer to my kikimora lover, her gargantuan bosom squishing between our torsos hard and making Sylvia moan even more as we ride out our shared orgasm together.

My manhood throbs with an intense need as I shoot load after load of hot cum directly into Sylvia’s womb, making her gasp and moan in delight whenever my thick seed splashes across her inner walls. Her thick, powerful thighs tug me closer against her curvaceous form whenever I cum in her again, her entire body shivering in delight as I finally slow down, gasping for breath as I reluctantly break our intense embrace.

“S-Sylvia…,” I moan, looking into her tired, amber eyes.

“M-Master…,” she whisper softly, moaning again when I give her a tired, passionate smooch.

“I love you Sylvia,” I whisper, kissing her gently.

“I-I love you too, Master…,” Sylvia coos, hugging me just a little bit tighter.

We simply hold each other close, our chests heaving with exertion as we slowly catch our breath while I slowly go soft inside Sylvia’s warm confines, my nearly empty balls aching in protest. Several minutes seem to pass as we embrace each other, occasionally locking lips as Sylvia and I confess our love for one another.

“I love you Sylvia,” I whisper for what must be the umpteenth time, her beautiful amber eyes sparkling with mirth.

“I love you too Master,” Sylvia whispers back, and we share yet another passionate kiss, our lips pressing against one another for several moments. “M-Master?”

“Yes, Sylvia?”

“Can we stay like this for a while? I don’t want to let you go,” my kikimora partner confesses, a slight blush creeping across her face.

“Of course,” I say, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Even though I have work to do today, I’d rather waste time being here with you,” I add, kissing her again. “With you, like this, in my-, our bed.”

“Oh Master!” Sylvia cries, and we share another deep, affectionate kiss. “Oh Master, I love you!” she says, nearly chocking on her words as tears of joy flow down her rosy cheeks.

“I know Sylvia, I love you too,” I reply, hugging her tightly.

“Master?” Sylvia asks after several moments.

“Yes, love?”

“Can we stay like this all day, a-and not just for a little while?”

“You already know my answer,” I tease, my kikimora maid smiling widely as I look her in the eye. “But-”

“I want to hear you say it,” she finishes for me, giggling softly before I silence her with a wet kiss.

“I’ll always be there for you, my love, even if it means forgoing work to instead cuddle with my sweet, faithful kikimora maid in bed all day,” I chuckle, Sylvia positively beaming with joy before she pulls me in for a tight hug.

“Oh Master,” she sighs as I pull the covers up over us again. “Master?” she asks again as we nuzzle against each other, getting comfortable underneath the sheets.

“Yes, Sylvia?”

“C-Can you say it again, I-I want to hea-” Sylvia starts before I press my lips against hers.

“I love you,” I whisper, my monstergirl lover’s eyes sparkling with joy before she giggles softly.

“Master, you were supposed to let me finish,” Sylvia quietly says, wrapping her arms around my neck and shoulders as our legs tangle up with each other. “But thank you,” she finishes, accentuating her point by kissing me deeply.

“Sylvia, can you-?” I tease, making her giggle again.

“I love you too,” Sylvia says, pure adoration written across her face as we slowly embrace each other once more. “I love you Master, always and forever.”

“And I love you, Sylvia. Nothing will ever change that,” I reply, hugging her tightly.

-----

[A few days later]

“Sylvia, my love, I’m home!” I call out to the seemingly empty house, my kikimora lover not greeting me at the door like she usually does.

“In here, sweetie!” I hear her call out from our bedroom.

“Any particular reason why you’re in here?” I ask as I set down my bag, walking over to give Sylvia a tight hug from behind.

“Mmm, no reason, just a little dusting is all,” Sylvia replies, pressing her tremendous rear back against me ever so slightly as she absentmindedly dusts a few things.

“Always with the cleaning, hmm?” I tease, turning her around before kissing her deeply.

“Well that, and a little something...else,” Sylvia muses, looking up at me with her sparkling amber eyes. “M-Master…,” she stutters, blushing heavily.

“I-is something wrong, Sylvia? A-are you hurt,” I say, worry flooding my mind.

“N-no! N-nothing like that Master!” Sylvia gasps, absolutely giddy now.

“Well then, what’s going on?”

“Master, I…well, h-how do I put this?” Sylvia says, her face positively beaming with joy. “I…well you, w-we…oh Master!” Sylvia suddenly cries, pulling me in for a tight hug, kissing me incredibly hard.

“S-Sylvia, wh-what’s going on?” I ask after she lets me go from her death grip

“M-Master, I-I’m pregnant,” Sylvia says, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Y-you’re p-pregnant?” I ask, looking at her.

“Y-yes Master, I-I am. W-we’re going to have a daughter.”

“Y-you m-mean…y-you…I-I,” I stutter, my heart pounding in my chest as Sylvia stands in front of me, trembling with excitement.

“Yes Master, we’re going to get to raise a child together,” she says softly, her smile incredibly wide now.

“Oh Sylvia!” I cry out before pulling her in for a loving embrace, locking lips with hers as we both shed tears of joy.

“I love you Master!” Sylvia says, crying happily before burying her face in my chest, happy sobs wracking her shoulders as I simply hold her against me.

“Oh Sylvia! I love you too!” I cry again, giving her another passionate smooch. “I-I never expected this to happen!”

“I didn’t either Master!” Sylvia says, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. “To think, m-my Master and I, h-having a child together!” she says, looking down at her currently flat midsection.

“A child, w-with my maid…,” I say, looking at Sylvia. “Sylvia, there’s something I want to ask you.”

“What might that be, Master?” she asks, looking up at me.

“I was planning on doing this later, rather than sooner, but, well…,” I say, reluctantly pulling away from my kikimora maid.

“M-Master?” Sylvia asks as I reach into my pocket.

“Sylvia,” I say, getting down on one knee. I exhale heavily, reaching into my pocket and opening the rather small box in my hand, revealing the sparkling ring sitting inside.

“M-Master…” Sylvia gasps, a hand moving to cover her mouth. “I-I-I honestly don’t know what to say…”

“W-well I do, Sylvia,” I say, looking up at her. “I-I love you, Sylvia. I-I love you with all my heart, a-and I can’t think of any other woman I want to be with. A-any other woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, r-raising a family together,” I say, nearly chocking on my words. “I love you Sylvia, and I want to take your hand in marriage. I-I want you to be my wife. I-I want to be your husband,” I say, Sylvia nearly breaking out in tears as I confess my deepest feelings for her. “I want to be with you, always and forever, and nothing will change that, n-not now, not ever. I fully believe that we were meant for each other, a-and I want to commit to that. To commit myself to you, and you alone, until the end of days.”

“Oh Master…” Sylvia cries, tears freely flowing down her cheeks.

“Sylvia,” I say, looking up at her once more. “W-will you…m-marry me?” I stutter, overcome with emotion as I propose to her.

Sylvia simply nods, and I nearly break down in tears myself as I get up off the ground, gingerly taking her hand in mine. We look each other in the eye, tears staining our faces as we hold each other close.

“I love you,” I whisper as I gently slip the ring on her finger.

“Oh Master!” Sylvia cries out, lunging forward to kiss me hard.

“I love you Sylvia!” I sob, my soon-to-be wife crying as well as we hold each other close. “Oh god Sylvia, I-I love you!”

“I-I love you too Master!” my kikimora partner cries, heavy sobs wracking her body as she stains my shirt with her tears of joy. “I love you, Master! I love you so, s-so much!” Sylvia says, looking up at me.

“I love you too, Sylvia,” I say, kissing her again before hugging her extremely affectionately.

“M-Master, can you…”

“Hold you for a bit more,” I finish for her, looking her in the eye as she smiles widely, wrapping her arms around me in the process.

“Oh Master!” Sylvia whispers after several moments, finally collecting her thoughts long enough to not burst into tears immediately. “I-I just, I truly don’t know what to say right now. I find out I’m going to be a mother, a-and now this…” she says, pressing her lips against mine. “I-I just can’t believe it. I-I get to be a mom, a-and now I’m going to have a husband too!” Sylvia says, nearly crying again when she finishes. “A-a husband! I’m going to get married!” she beams, looking up at me with sparkling amber eyes.

“Don’t forget, I’m going to have a wife too,” I tease, making Sylvia giggle hard before I silence her with a wet, passionate kiss. “I love you Sylvia.”

“I love you too, Mas-husband,” Sylvia says, giggling softly before we share another tender smooch.

“Hey Sylvia,” I say, looking at my future wife.

“Yes, husband?” she teases again, giggling softly.

“I love you,” I chuckle, pressing my lips against hers softly.

“I know,” she replies, holding me close to her. “Hey dear?”

“Yes, love?”

“Do you think we could, y’know, go somewhere else?” Sylvia teases, eyeing the bed.

“Only for you, my love,” I tease back, picking Sylvia up in my arms and carrying her over to our bed, gently putting her down on the sheets before climbing up next to her. “I love you Sylvia.”

“I love you too,” Sylvia sighs, pulling me close to her as we cuddle together in bed.

“Always and forever,” I add, making my kikimora lover giggle softly.

“Yeah, always and forever,” she sighs contently, holding me close.

-----

[Many years later]

“So grandma and grandpa knew mama from when she was our age?” my third daughter Natasha asks as I sit down on the couch. “And when mama’s mama was a maid too?”

“Mhm,” I reply, pulling my gaggle of children close to me as we cuddle together on the couch for movie night. “Maybe grandma and grandpa can come visit again sometime, and they can share all the stories about her,” I chuckle, ruffling the hair of my nearest offspring. “Maybe even mama’s mama can come too, and you can all bake cookies again together.”

“And what happened when you and mama met each other when she was a maid, and not our mama?” my second daughter, Anna, inquires, bouncing in her seat about the idea of gorging herself on home-made, freshly baked sweets that her kikimora grandmother helped make.

“Well, uh, perhaps that story is for another time when you’re all older,” I say, acutely aware of what the mother of my children and I got up to early on in our relationship, and subsequent marriage, with each other.

“Papa, mama needs your help!” my eldest daughter Katja calls out, walking into the family room.

“Alright sweetie, I’ll be right there,” I say, reluctantly getting up from my rather comfortable position on the sofa. “Why don’t you go get the popcorn ready for everyone, and I’ll be back with your mother shortly, hmm?” I ask, ruffling my eldest child’s silky-smooth hair.

“Okay papa! Love you!” she says, reaching up to give me a quick hug before rushing off to the kitchen.

“Love you to sweetie,” I say, smiling softly to myself as I watch my eldest child scamper off, already expecting her to make a bowl of popcorn far too large for her or her sisters.

Shaking my head and chuckling slightly, I make my way over to my youngest daughter’s room. Sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the room is my kikimora wife Sylvia, cradling our infant daughter. Yulia sleeps softly in my spouse’s arms, nestled gently in the crook of her elbow as she rests her tiny little head against my wife’s soft, warm bosom.

It almost seems like a lifetime ago when I met my kikimora wife, at the time simply just my own personal maid, but I suppose time flies in the face of love. Not much has changed between Sylvia and I, I suppose, other than perhaps the fact that we love each other more and more every single day. Realizing our true feelings for each other was one of the best nights of my life, even more so when we both found out I managed to give her a daughter. Of course, we both decided to not stop at just one, and a gaggle of daughters and several years of marriage later has made Sylvia blossom into an even more beautiful woman than I could ever imagine. Her warm, radiant smile always seems to grow every day, never once complaining about her “wifely” or “motherly” duties, instead caring for our family the only way she knows how: showering us all with her undying and unending affection.

Naturally, my kikimora wife’s gone through a few rather noticeable, physical changes as well over the years. Already large enough to make a few unlucky holstaurs jealous, my wife’s soft, warm bosom ballooned up a few cup sizes after I got her pregnant with our second daughter, Anna. Now that she’s several months into carrying our fifth child, she’s had to change her entire wardrobe again. Thankfully, Sylvia already knew how to mend and modify her own outfits and uniforms, along with mine and our children’s.

Of course, being nearly eight months pregnant with our fifth child has made her belly swell again, causing her favorite maid dress to become rather, form-fitting, on her. In all the right places of course. Luckily, my kikimora wife had the forethought to find a nice shirt to go with all of her uniforms that doesn’t expose nearly as much of her mouth-watering cleavage, keeping her modestly mostly in check. Naturally,  even with all the effort my wife’s put into taming her eye-popping figure, there’s no hiding how huge Sylvia’s curves have grown after five children and several years of a marriage filled with love.

Alone, each of her gargantuan breasts are larger than my head, not to mention the fact that it’s almost impossible now for me to fully wrap my arms around her back if I hug her from the front. Her hips haven’t gone under as drastic of a change, perhaps becoming a touch wider, despite how deliciously wide they were even before I put five kids in her.

What is surprising is how much my monstergirl wife has enjoyed her already fat ass growing noticeably larger. Already quite snug on her plush rear, Sylvia’s panties practically disappear in between the soft, squishy globes of her perfectly sculpted butt. Knowing already how much I gawked at her jiggling rear before we made love to each other for the first time, Sylvia practically tortures me with her titanic butt whenever she can, flaunting her every curve whenever she bends over in front of me rather exaggeratedly; or if we’re alone, grinding those cushiony cheeks against my pelvis. Of course, I use our mutual fondness for her gropeable derriere whenever I can, especially if she begs me to get up behind her whenever we have time to ourselves.

Sylvia looks up from the child in her arms as I enter the room, her smile brightening considerably when she sees me, giggling softly when I reach down to give her a quiet, tender smooch.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Sylvia asks, looking back down at our youngest daughter.

“As much as the day she was born,” I reply softly, giving my kikimora wife another soft kiss. “I think they get their looks from their mother,” I whisper, Sylvia giggling again before she sighs contently.

“Oh you tease,” she coos, playfully batting my arm before reaching up to give me a tired hug. “I couldn’t do it without you.”

“I know Sylvia, but you did most of the work, I think,” I whisper, pressing my lips against my wife’s, cradling her soft features in my hands for several moments before letting go. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” my monstergirl wife whispers back, our daughter stirring in her arms. “Careful dear, you’ll wake her,” Sylvia coos, her quiet, soothing voice calming our daughter down.

“How about I go put her to bed, and you can go relax on the couch for a bit before we all get settled in, hmm?” I whisper, gently taking my slumbering offspring from my wife’s arms.

“That sounds lovely, but uh, dear? A little help?” Sylvia sheepishly replies, a slight blush on her cheeks as she looks up at me meekly.

“The things I do for you,” I chuckle, gingerly placing my daughter in her crib before helping Sylvia out of the chair.

Grunting slightly, I struggle somewhat to lift my very pregnant wife out of the chair, the two of us stumbling in each other’s arms when I finally manage to lift Sylvia out of her seat.

“Oof, th-that was...” Sylvia breaths, blushing even harder when she looks up at me, my attention firmly on her absolutely massive chest. “S-sweetie, you’re staring again,” she teases, gently cupping my chin in her soft fingers before kissing me deeply. “You need to stop turning me on like that,” Sylvia whispers again, the quietest of moans escaping past her supple lips as I pull her in close, my hands planted firming on her ginormous ass.

She shivers in delight, the barest hint of a moan leaving her mouth as I gently knead the soft flesh of her titanic rear in my hands as she wraps her arms around me, pulling her considerable curves even closer against me.

“S’not my fault I fell in love with everything about you,” I tease my kikimora spouse back, locking lips with her as she subconsciously presses her curvaceous, fertile body against me ever so slightly.

“And it’s not my fault I fell in love with everything about you, either,” Sylvia whispers, pressing her lips against mine hard. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whisper back, hugging my wife rather affectionately, resting my chin on the top of her head as she nuzzles against my chest.

We simply hold each other close, rocking back and forth in each other’s arms as we enjoy a few quiet, peaceful moments together.

“Mama! Papa! The popcorn’s almost done!” I hear Katja yell out from the kitchen, her youngest sister slowly waking up in her crib, fussing about slightly.

Sylvia and I look at each other before bursting out laughing, and we embrace each other tightly for just a moment before letting go.

“I don’t think she’ll be going asleep any time soon now,” Sylvia chuckles as I fetch my fussy daughter from her crib.

“Papa!” Yulia blurts out when she sees me, reaching up with her tiny little arms as she giggles, eager for me to hold her.

“I think she decided it’s your turn this time,” my wife says, gently brushing a lock of hair out of our youngest child’s face.

“Go on, they’re waiting,” I say, leaning over to accept Sylvia’s tender smooch as our daughter gets comfortable in my arms.

“I love you,” Sylvia whispers quietly, looking at both me and the child in my arms with sparkling amber eyes before making her way to the family room. “Oh, and dear?” she says, stopping in the doorway to our daughter’s room.

“Yes, Sylvia?” I ask.

“Later tonight, perhaps?” my kikimora wife teases, giving me a rather sultry wink as she wags her fat ass and impossibly wide hips in my direction, giggling softly and sending my heart aflutter as she sashays her way back to the family room.

Yulia reaches out for her mother, cooing softly before I distract her, tickling her cute little nose with a finger. Giggling, my daughter reaches for my finger in vain as I soothe her once more, rocking her in my arms as I go join my kikimora wife and three other daughers.

“Papa, we saved you a spot next to mama!” Anna calls out as she plops herself down next to the empty spot beside her mother.

Sylvia looks up at me sheepishly, the barest hint of a red tinge on her cheeks as I sit down next to her, Yulia once again reaching out for her mother. My kikimora wife looks at me expectantly, giggling when I roll my eyes and gingerly hand Yulia over. Scooting closer, I drape my arm over Sylvia’s shoulders and lean against her. Sylvia gently cups my face in one hand, her other cradling our youngest child against her soft bosom as my wife and I share a tender, loving kiss.

“I love you,” Sylvia says, sighing contently when I pull the two of us closer together.

“I love you too Sylvia,” I reply, looking my wife in the eye.

“We love you too!” all three of our daughters say at the same time.

“Wuv yoo,” Yulia simply says, joining in in her own special way as her mother and I chuckle.

“And we love you just as much,” my wife says, kissing our youngest daughter on the forehead as the rest of our children snuggle up to us.

“That we do, that we do,” I sigh, Sylvia leaning against my shoulder as the rest of my big, happy family makes themselves comfortable around us.

---

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of them doing this,” Sylvia says in barely a whisper, all three of our daughters snuggled up to her, snoozing quietly.

“Me neither,” I whisper back, gingerly accepting Yulia from my wife’s arms, our youngest child having fallen asleep as well. “Need any help this time?”

“Maybe, but I’d rather cuddle just a little bit more with them,” my kikimora spouse whispers again, our children stirring in their sleep.

“Alright, I’ll take my time then,” I reply, giving Sylvia a soft, tender smooch. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispers, gently brushing her fingers across Yulia’s. “I love you too sweetie. Goodnight, momma loves you, little one,” Sylvia sniffs, the smallest of tears forming at the corner of her eye. “God, she’s just so...I can’t believe how pretty our children are,” my wife whispers, looking up at me.

“I know,” I reply, gently soothing the slumbering child in my arms. “Sometimes I can’t believe it either. We make some pretty nice kids, huh?”

“Yeah...” Sylvia exhales, looking at our youngest daughter with misty eyes. “I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you too,” I  reply, giving my kikimora wife a deep, loving kiss.

“Go on dear, or we’ll be here all night,” Sylvia teases, the two of us chuckling softly before I bring Yulia back to her room and tuck her in to bed.

My monstergirl spouse says her goodnights and I love you’s to our three other children as well when I gently pull them off of the couch, their little arms subconsciously reaching out for their mother before instinctively moving to hug me instead. I carry them to their rooms, tucking each of them in turn, smiling softly to myself when they nestle themselves deeper into the covers and sighing contently when I give them a tender kiss on the forehead.

“They all asleep?” Sylvia asks, gratefully accepting my help as I finally lift her up from the couch several minutes later.

“Mhm,” I reply, pulling my wife in for a tight hug and passionate kiss.

“You’re the best,” she hums, eagerly accepting my embrace. “Wanna carry our last daughter to bed and tuck her in for me?” she giggles, giving me a rather coy smile.

“Only because I love you so much,” I chuckle, kissing Sylvia hard before sweeping her off her feet, her smile absolutely radiant, her face filled with joy as she giggles like a schoolgirl, her arms draped around my neck as I princess carry her back to our bedroom.

Practically beaming when I get to our bedroom, Sylvia kisses me deeply as I gently lower her onto the bed, immediately climbing into bed with her, our lips still locked in a passionate embrace.

“Oh sweetie, you’re-ah! You’re amazing…,” my kikimora wife moans as I press my lips against hers, struggling to wrap her arms around me as I climb on top of her. “Oh god, please don’t stop,” she moans again, subconsciously trying to wrap her thick, juicy legs around my waist.

My kikimora wife groans in bliss, her hot breath tickling my ear when I reach underneath her top and grab a great big handful of her titanic breast, gently kneading the soft, warm flesh in my fingers. Her back arches, the immense swell of her pregnant midsection keeping me from ever really being close to her as we sloppily make out with each other. With trembling fingers, Sylvia undoes the lace holding most of her top closed, gasping slightly when her gargantuan bosom finally pops free. She moans incredibly deeply, pulling me in for a hard, wet smooch as I manhandle her heaving breasts, her nipples stiffening with arousal as the barest hint of sweet, cool milk beads up at the tip.

Panting hard, Sylvia looks up at me with a beet red face, her heavily lidded eyes following my gaze down to the vast swell of her melon-like boobs. Biting her lower lip, she looks up at me expectantly, half-gasping and half-moaning when I wrap my arms around her and roll the two of us over.  My manhood twitches, my body betraying my lusts as Sylvia pins me against our bed with her pregnant form, a rather sly grin on her face as she slowly grinds her wide, motherly hips and pregnancy-enhanced fat ass into my groin, torturing me with her oh so delicious curves.

“I’m afraid it’s all cream and no tea this time, Master,” my kikimora wife giggles, sending a shiver down my spine as she uses her favorite pet name for me. “Come now, let your faithful kikimora maid do all the work, and you just relax, hmm?” Sylvia coos, lifting me up and presenting her soft, warm bosom to me.

Almost instinctively, I latch on to the leaking bud sitting proudly atop her milky breast, suckling hard the moment her creamy milk splashes across my tongue.

“Ooooh yesssss Master, just-hah! J-just drink up,” my monstergirl spouse moans, pressing my face further into the warm embrace of her cleavage. “Let all your troubles m-melt away, your maid is here to take care of you,” she whispers, gently stroking the back of my head as she coos sweet nothings into my ear.

Reaching forward, I wrap my arms around her affectionately, holding my darling wife close to me as I nurse from her heavy breasts, Sylvia already having since climbed out of my lap to trade places with me on the bed. She cradles me in her lap, our soon-to-be-born daughter making her belly swell out immensely, preventing us from getting as close to each other as we’d like. Sylvia holds me against her chest for several minutes, sighing and moaning in my ear as she whispers quiet words of encouragement, offering to hold me close to her warm curves as I nurse from her and drink all I can.

“M-Master, c-can you perhaps switch to the other?” my kikimora wife whispers, reluctantly pulling me away from her warm embrace. “I think there’s still a little bit left,” she says softly, sighing in bliss when I shift myself in her lap, automatically latching on to her other breast. “There you go sweetie, that’s it...” she coos, stroking my hair again. “Just let your faithful maid take care of everything for you. E-Everything will be alr-ah! E-everything will be alright, M-Master. J-Just drink up,” Sylvia whispers, her arousal readily apparent as I gulp down more of her sweet cream.

Sylvia breathes heavily in my ear, moaning ever so softly as I nurse from her immense breasts. She tries to pull me even closer to her soft, warm body, her pregnant midsection getting in the way as she huffs in frustration. My mind registers the fact that my kikimora wife is squirming underneath me, trying to rub her deliciously thick thighs together as we rock together in each other’s arms. Sylvia’s moans get a little more frantic as she hugs me tightly, her soft, soothing voice sending my heart aflutter, wholly relaxing in the embrace of my monstergirl lover.

“S-sweetie, I-I thi-ah! Mmm, sweetie, I think I’m empty now-ah~!” Sylvia moans, instinctively pressing me into her bosom even tighter, the sweet cream flowing from her breast having slowed considerably since I started nursing from her. “I-I think I’m g-gonn-ah! Anh! Oh god, swee-mmm! Mmm-ah! Ah!” my kikimora wife moans throatily, and I feel her entire body shiver in delight as her breath catches in her throat.

Holding me close, Sylvia falls back, collapsing into the sheets with me as she comes down from her pleasurable high. She struggles to wrap her arms and legs around me, trying her best to possessively hold me against her warm, jiggly curves as we both start to fall asleep.

“Mmm, th-that felt nice,” Sylvia whispers, giving me the tenderest of smooches as I pull the covers up to our shoulders.

“I love you,” I simply reply, holding my kikimora lover as close to my body as I can manage. “Did you…?” I ask, a heavy blush spreading across my wife’s face.

“M-maybe a-a little…,” Sylvia stutters, averting her gaze. “I-it just feels r-really good when you do that. E-especially now,” she whispers, gently caressing her gravid belly.

“Well I think it was kind of cute, actually,” I tease, giving Sylvia a deep kiss as her face turns even redder. “And to be honest, it was kind of hot, too.”

“M-Master!” Sylvia gasps, covering her mouth in shock, both from my incessant teasing and when she realizes she used her favorite pet name for me, embarrassing herself yet again.

“Doesn’t change the fact that I still love you though,” I whisper, gently pressing my lips against hers, holding my wife close to me for several moments.

“I-I know,” Sylvia whispers, looking me in the eye. “I-I just think it’d be more proper if I called you by your name, o-or even just ‘husband’, o-or something,” she says, blushing again slightly.

“I don’t mind one bit what you call me, Sylvia,” I whisper, giving her another soft smooch, “so long as I love you, and you love me,” I finish, pressing my lips against hers hard, giving her a deep, passionate kiss.

“I love you,” Sylvia whispers when we break the kiss several moments later.

“And I love you,” I chuckle, making my wife giggle softly before we share another light smooch.

“How about we just agree to love each other, ‘pet’ names be damned, hmm?” Sylvia asks, smiling softly.

“I think I can do that,” I whisper before we instinctively move in to lock lips.

“I love you,” my monstergirl wife whispers, her soft, amber eyes sparkling with mirth.

“I know Sylvia, I know,” I whisper back, simply contently to gaze at my beautiful kikimora wife.

She smiles softly in turn, holding me close in her arms as we entangle our legs together, pulling our bodies closer together. Her massive bosom presses against my torso, an almost inaudible moan escaping past her lips as her bare chest compresses between our bodies, her instincts telling her to pull me even closer. A soft gasp of frustration leaves Sylvia’s mouth, our soon-to-be-born daughter preventing us from being as close together as we’d like.  Placating her, I reach around her waist and gently grab hold of her tremendous rear, grabbing as much of her titanic, fat ass in my hands as I can manage. Sylvia moans hard, but I quickly silence her with a wet kiss as she squirms in bed.

“Oooh, M-Master…,” Sylvia moans under her breath, looking at me with heavily lidded eyes, sighing in bliss when I lock lips with her yet again.

“I love you Sylvia,” I whisper softly, reluctantly breaking the kiss.

“I love you too,” she whispers back, subconsciously scooching herself closer to me again.

My pajamas tighten considerably, my manhood twitching with excitement as it prods my wife’s pregnant midsection, making her giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Mmm, someone’s excited again already, hmm?” my kikimora wife teases, kissing me wetly.

“Not my fault,” I reply, squeezing the soft globes of her considerable rear, making her moan again.

“God, you know exactly how to push my buttons,” Sylvia coos, giving me a soft smooch again. “That’s something I just adore about you,” she adds, kissing me again. “And I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it, either.”

“And I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of you,” I whisper back, pulling my wife’s pregnant form as close to me as I can physically manage. “I love you.”

“I know,” Sylvia simply says, looking me in the eye. “Do you think maybe we could, y’know…do it again soon sometime?” my monstergirl spouse blushes, gently entangling our hands together.

“For you, anything,” I say, hugging her softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispers back, kissing me softly. “Can we...”

“Of course,” I reply, gingerly helping my wife as she rolls over, a soft giggle escaping past her lips as I pull her back against me, my chest flush with her back

“Mmm, I love cuddling together like this,” I hear Sylvia coo as she nestles against me.

“So do I,” I say, gently cupping her chin so I can give her another tender smooch. “I love you Sylvia.

“I love you too dear,” she whispers back, sighing softly when I start to gently caress her swollen belly.

“Hey Sylvia?”

“Yes?”

“How about I wake up early tomorrow morning with you, and we can take a nice, long, hot shower together?” I tease, emphasizing my point by moving my hands from my wife’s pregnant midsection to her gargantuan bosom, giving her heavy breasts an appreciative squeeze.

“M-Master!” Sylvia gasps, looking over her shoulder at me.

“I’m just joking dear,” I chuckle, moving my hands back to my kikimora wife’s belly. “I can wait as long as you want before we do something like that again, you know,” I say. “It doesn’t have to be right now, so to speak. Just, whenever we’re both ready.”

“O-of course,” Sylvia replies as I pull her just a tad bit closer to me.

“Sylvia?”

“Yes, dear?” she whispers.

“I love you,” I whisper back, caressing her swollen midsection, “all of you. You, Katja, Anna, Natascha, Yulia,” I whisper, my wife looking over her shoulder at me. “Sonia too. I’ll always love each and every one of you, and nothing will ever change that. No matter what happens, I’ll give you and our daughters as much love and affection as I can manage, until I can’t anymore. I-I just, god Sylvia...,” I say, nearly choking on my words. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” my wife says in barely a whisper, a silent tear falling down her cheek. “Hey dear?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I expect you to wake up early tomorrow morning, Master,” Sylvia giggles, pressing her giant ass against my hips, wiggling her body and grinding her deliciously thick curves against me in the most torturous of ways. “I’ll be waiting for you, and you better be ready.”

“Oh, you’re going to get it,” I tease, pulling Sylvia closer to me, causing her fat rear to press against me even more as I grab two great big handfuls of her massive breasts.

“Oooh, I can’t wait,” Sylvia moans, sighing in bliss as we snuggle together, giddy with anticipation of what’s to come tomorrow morning.

“Hey Sylvia?” I ask.

“Yes?”

“I love you,” I tease, reaching up to turn my wife’s head towards me and giving her a hard smooch.

“I love you too, Master,” my kikimora maid whispers, eagerly accepting my kiss as we finally fall asleep in each other’s arms. “Always...”

“...and forever,” I whisper. “Always and forever. I love you Sylvia,” I whisper, finally unable to keep myself awake as I fall asleep with my wife in my arms.

“…love you too,” I barely manage to hear Sylvia whisper, her ass pressing against me ever so slightly as she too falls asleep.

I smile to myself, letting exhaustion overtake me, my faithful kikimora wife quietly slumbering next to me.

I don’t think life could get any better.

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