The Yuuki household was finally silent.
Rito had tucked Mikan into her bed. She had fallen asleep almost instantly, exhausted by the tears and the heat of the bath, her hand still loosely clutching the sleeve of his pajama shirt until he gently pried it away.
He stood in the hallway for a moment, listening to her steady breathing. Then, he turned and looked up at the ceiling.
There was one more person who needed him tonight.
He reached up, pulled the attic cord, and climbed the ladder. The air shimmered as he passed through the dimensional barrier, the smell of old wood replaced by the scent of ozone and sweet, alien flowers.
…
Lala's Room.
It was a vast, sky-blue space filled with humming machinery, floating screens, and a bed that looked like a giant, fluffy cloud.
Lala was sitting at her workbench, her back to him. She was tinkering with a small screwdriver, but her movements were jerky and distracted. Her tail, usually so expressive, lay limp on the floor.
"Lala?"
She jumped, spinning around on her stool. Her large green eyes were wide and anxious.
"Rito! You're back!" She stood up, wringing her hands. "Is... is Mikan-chan okay? Did she... did she say she hates me? I can leave! I can go back to space if it makes her feel better!"
Rito walked over to her, his expression soft. He reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders, steadying her.
"She doesn't hate you, Lala," Rito said gently. "She never did."
"But she ran away... and she yelled..."
"She was lonely," Rito explained, his voice serious. "Imagine if you were the only one in the house who didn't have a tail. Or the only one who couldn't have toys. That's how she felt. She saw the Seals... and she felt like she was the only one going to be left behind on Earth while we were all going to the stars."
Lala's eyes widened, her mouth forming a small 'o' of realization. "Oh... I didn't think of it like that. I just wanted us all to be happy."
"I know," Rito smiled, brushing a strand of pink hair from her face. "And we will be. But... I have to ask you for a favour."
Lala nodded vigorously. "Anything!"
Rito took a breath, his cheeks dusting pink, but his gaze remained direct, the honest Rito taking charge.
"For a while... I need to focus on Mikan. I need to spend a lot of time with her. I need to make her feel special, just like I made you, Run and Haruna feel special. I might have to... prioritize her."
Lala didn't hesitate. She beamed, her tail giving a happy swish. "Of course! You're the King, Rito! A King has to take care of his family! If Mikan-chan needs you, you have to be there for her!"
She hugged him, burying her face in his chest. "I'm just glad she's okay. I love Mikan-chan too."
Rito hugged her back, breathing in her scent. She was so understanding, so full of light. It made his chest ache with affection.
"Thanks, Lala. You're the best."
He pulled back slightly, looking down at her. She was wearing a thin, silk negligee that she must have changed into for bed. It hung loosely on her frame, the fabric clinging to her curves. Through the sheer material, he could see the soft glow of the Golden Heart Seal on her stomach, the first proof of their bond.
His body, already primed from the bath with Mikan, reacted instantly. The blood rushed south. His honest nature flared up, mixing with his gratitude.
"So," Rito said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, his face turning a deeper shade of red. "Starting tomorrow... I'm going to be busy with Mikan."
He slid his hands down from her shoulders to her waist, pulling her flush against him. He felt her soft breasts press against his chest, her heat seeping into him.
"Which means..." Rito murmured, his amber eyes darkening with desire. "Tonight... I want to give all my time to you."
Lala gasped, her eyes sparkling. She felt the hard ridge of him pressing against her stomach, the sign that her husband wanted her.
"Rito..." she breathed, a happy, hungry smile spreading across her lips. "You want to... make more babies?"
"I want to make you feel good," Rito corrected, leaning down to brush his lips against her neck. "I want to remind you that you're my Number One Wife."
He scooped her up in his arms. Lala squealed happily, wrapping her legs around his waist and her tail around his thigh.
"Okay!" she cheered, nipping at his ear. "Then let's do it until morning!"
…
Rito didn't even make it to the cloud-bed at first.
He carried Lala toward the wall of the lab; his arms bunched with effort and desire. Lala, light as a feather despite her voluptuous curves, wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, her skirt hiking up to her hips.
"Rito..." she hummed, her breath hot against his ear. "You're so warm... and hard."
He pressed her back against the smooth, cool metal of the lab wall. His 9-inch erection was trapped between them, throbbing violently against the silk of her panties.
"I can't wait for the bed," Rito admitted, his face burning but his eyes locked on hers, honest and hungry. "I need you now, Lala."
Lala giggled, a sound that vibrated against his chest. "Me too!"
She reached down between them. With a quick, practiced motion, she pulled her panties aside. Rito groaned, adjusting his grip on her thighs, lifting her slightly higher. He lined himself up, the broad, weeping head of his cock brushing against her wet heat.
"Ready?" he rasped.
"Always!"
He thrust upward.
SHLUCK.
He buried himself to the hilt in a single, powerful stroke. Lala gasped, her head falling back, her pink hair cascading over Rito's arms. Her internal walls clamped around him with that distinct, alien strength, tight, hot, and rippling with energy.
"Haaah~! Rito!"
He began to move. Standing sex was exhausting, but Rito's training had paid off. His abs flexed as he drove into her, supporting her weight effortlessly.
Thwap-thwap-thwap.
The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the large room.
Between their pressed stomachs, the Golden Heart Seal glowed brightly. It pulsed with every thrust, casting a rhythmic, golden light onto the floor, illuminating their joined bodies.
"Look, Rito!" Lala panted, looking down. "The seal... it's happy!"
"It's because... I'm loving you," Rito gritted out, driving deeper, hitting her deepest spot.
"Yes... yes! More!"
After ten minutes of gruelling, wall-shaking intensity, Rito's legs burned, but his lust was nowhere near satisfied. He pulled out, a wet pop signalling their separation, and lowered her to her feet.
Lala wobbled slightly, flushed and panting, her silk negligee clinging to her damp skin. Rito's gaze dropped. The thin fabric couldn't hide the heavy, swaying weight of her large breasts, their peaks hardening against the silk.
"Rito?" Lala asked, catching his stare. She smiled, a knowing, devious glint in her green eyes. "Do you want to... play with these?"
Rito swallowed hard. "Yeah. I really do."
Lala stripped off the negligee, letting it pool on the floor. She stood before him in all her glory, her ample breasts bouncing softly with her movements. She stepped closer, took his hands, and placed them on her chest. They were incredibly soft, heavy, and warm, filling his large hands to overflowing.
"Use them," she whispered.
She dropped to her knees. Rito watched, mesmerized, as she pressed her breasts together, creating a deep, soft valley of flesh. She looked up at him, sticking out her tongue to wet her cleavage.
Rito stepped forward. He guided his throbbing length between her breasts.
The sensation was heavenly. Her skin was impossibly smooth, cool against his burning shaft. Lala squeezed her arms together, tightening the vice around him.
Schlick... rub...
"Wow," Rito breathed, looking down. The visual was overwhelming, his tanned, veiny shaft sliding back and forth between her pale, massive mounds.
Lala hummed, moving her upper body in a rhythmic bob, using the sheer volume of her bust to massage him. "Is it tight enough, Rito? My breasts are softer than Earth girls', right?"
"They're perfect," Rito groaned, grabbing her shoulders to steady himself. He began to thrust his hips, sliding deep into her cleavage. The head of his cock popped out at the top, brushing against her neck.
Lala leaned forward, kissing the tip every time it appeared, her tongue swirling around the slit.
"Mmm... tasty..." she murmured against his skin.
Rito gritted his teeth, the pleasure building too fast. "Lala... if we keep doing this, I'm going to finish."
"Not yet!" Lala chirped, pulling back. "I want you inside me again! Take me to the bed!"
Rito scooped her up again, carrying her to the giant, fluffy cloud-bed. He laid her down on her stomach, her round bottom raised high in invitation. Her tail flicked back and forth, the heart-shaped tip twitching.
Rito climbed onto the bed behind her. He admired the view, the curve of her spine, the alien grace of her form. He gripped her hips, spreading her cheeks, and slid back inside her wet, welcoming heat.
Squelch.
"Mmm... deep..." Lala mumbled into the bedding.
Rito leaned forward, draping his body over hers. His hands roamed her back, but then he found what he was looking for. He reached down and grabbed her tail.
"Hyah?!" Lala squeaked, her whole body jolting. "R-Rito? Not the tip!"
"You like it when I hold it," Rito whispered, his honest nature turning teasing. He ran his thumb over the sensitive heart-shaped spade at the end.
"I do... but... it makes me... weak!" she whined, though she pushed back against him harder.
Rito established a rhythm. With every thrust of his hips, he gently squeezed or stroked the tip of her tail. The dual stimulation was too much for her Devilukean physiology.
Thwap-thwap-thwap!
"Ah! Ah! Rito! My tail! It's... zapping me!"
"Does it feel good?"
"Too good! I'm gonna... short circuit!"
Rito picked up the pace, his stamina seemingly endless. He pounded into her, the scent of ozone and arousal filling his nose. He felt her walls fluttering wildly, milking him, dragging him toward the edge.
"Lala... I'm close!" Rito warned, his grip on her tail tightening.
"Me too! Fill me, Rito! Make my tummy glow!"
Rito slammed his hips forward, burying himself as deep as physically possible.
"LALA!"
DO-PYU!
He exploded. It was a massive release, fueled by the day's tension and the intense stimulation. Thick, hot ropes of seed erupted into her womb, flooding her completely.
SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!
Lala screamed, her tail going rigid in Rito's hand, her internal muscles clamping down on his shaft in a spasming grip that nearly broke him.
"Ritoooooo~!"
He held her through the aftershocks, pumping the last drops into her. He could feel her belly swell slightly against the mattress under the sheer volume of his release.
They collapsed together, Rito slumping onto her back, his face buried in her neck.
"Wow..." Lala breathed, her voice floaty. "That was... a lot of energy."
Rito kissed her shoulder, exhausted but content. "Only the best for the Queen."
…
The artificial sun of the attic lab dimmed slowly, simulating a soft, orange sunrise.
Rito blinked awake. He was buried in the cloud-bed, his limbs heavy and pleasantly sore. Beside him, Lala was sprawled out on her stomach, deeply asleep. Her pink hair was a chaotic halo around her head, and her tail twitched lazily in her sleep. The sheet had slipped down to her waist, revealing the smooth curve of her back and the faint red marks Rito's hands had left on her hips.
The air still smelled thick with their night, the sharp ozone of her lab mixed with the heavy, musky scent of their intimacy.
Rito smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. She looked peaceful. Satisfied.
'I kept my promise to her,' Rito thought. 'She knows she's Number One.'
He sat up, carefully untangling himself from the sheets so as not to wake her. He dressed quietly, pulling on his boxers and shorts. He paused at the ladder, looking back one last time.
Lala mumbled something in her sleep, "Rito... tasty...", and nuzzled the pillow.
Rito's expression softened, but then it sharpened into something more determined.
'Now,' he thought, turning toward the hatch that led back to the normal world. 'It's Mikan's turn.'
He climbed down the ladder, the portal sealing silently above him with a soft hiss.
The hallway of the Yuuki household was quiet and cool. The morning light was just starting to filter through the windows downstairs. It was the time of day when Mikan usually woke up to start breakfast.
Rito took a deep breath, centering himself. He wasn't just going to be her brother today. He wasn't just going to be the guy who ate her food and left for school.
He was going to be the man who overwhelmed her. He was going to flood her world with so much affection, touch, and desire that she wouldn't have room to feel lonely ever again.
He walked down the stairs, his footsteps silent, heading for the kitchen.
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