Three Years Later
Erina Nakiri, no, Erina Williams now, stood in the spacious kitchen of their luxurious penthouse overlooking Tokyo. The arranged marriage had not only been finalized, but had evolved into something far more complex than she could have ever imagined on that fateful night after the Shokugeki.
Three years had passed since that humiliating defeat. Three years since two towering, dark-skinned men had claimed both her and Alice's bodies as thoroughly as they had claimed victory in the arena. The Nakiri pride that once burned like an unquenchable flame had been tempered, reshaped, and ultimately surrendered to something far more primal.
Erina's husband, Marcus, leaned against the marble island behind her, arms crossed over his massive chest. At 6'4" and built like a professional athlete, he still made her feel tiny whenever he stood close. His dark skin glistened slightly under the warm kitchen lights, the white dress shirt he wore unbuttoned at the top to reveal the deep valleys of his muscular torso.
"You're taking too long with that sauce, wife," he rumbled, his deep voice sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. "I'm getting hungry for something else."
Erina's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Even after three years of marriage, his crude teasing still had that effect on her. She was dressed in nothing but a delicate, sheer black apron that barely covered her front. Her heavy, full breasts strained against the thin fabric, the outline of her hardened nipples clearly visible. The back of the apron left her round, plush ass completely exposed, something Marcus never failed to take advantage of.
"I-I'm almost done," she muttered, trying to keep her voice steady as she stirred the reduction. "You said you wanted something worthy of the God Tongue, didn't you? Then be patient."
A low chuckle escaped him. In the next second, his large hands were on her hips, pulling her back against his body. Erina gasped as she felt the thick, heavy bulge of his cock press against the cleft of her ass through his pants.
"Patient?" Marcus murmured hotly against her ear, one hand sliding up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh. "I've been patient for three years, baby. Every time I see this fat ass in an apron, I remember how you looked on your knees that first night, tongue out, eyes crossed, drooling all over my dick like you were born for it."
Erina's breath hitched. Her thighs pressed together instinctively as a familiar heat pooled between her legs. "D-Don't say such vulgar things while I'm cooking…"
But her protest was weak. Marcus knew it. He always knew.
His other hand drifted lower, slipping between her thighs from behind. Thick fingers brushed against her already slick folds, parting them with practiced ease. Erina whimpered, gripping the edge of the counter as two long digits sank into her wet heat.
"Ahh~… Marcus…"
"Still so fucking tight," he growled, pumping his fingers slowly while his thumb circled her swollen clit. "Even after taking this dick every night for three years. Your pussy remembers who owns it, doesn't it?"
Erina's head fell forward, golden hair cascading over her shoulders. The spoon in her hand trembled. "Y-You're so crude… nngh!"
Marcus leaned down, biting gently at the sensitive spot on her neck. "And you love it. Admit it, Erina. You used to look down on everyone. Now you get wet the second I walk into the room."
He curled his fingers inside her, hitting that spot that always made her knees buckle. Erina cried out, her hips jerking back against him involuntarily.
"I-I don't, ahhn!~"
"Liar." He pulled his fingers free, bringing them up to her mouth. "Clean them."
Without hesitation, Erina parted her lips and took his thick digits into her mouth, sucking obediently. Her famous God Tongue swirled around them, tasting the mix of her own arousal and the faint salt of his skin. The obscene *schlick-schlick* sounds filled the kitchen as she cleaned him thoroughly, eyes half-lidded with lust.
Marcus groaned in approval. "That's my good girl."
He spun her around suddenly, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen island. The apron rode up, fully exposing her glistening pussy. Marcus wasted no time dropping to his knees, spreading her thighs wide with those powerful hands.
"Time to see if this sauce is any good," he smirked, before burying his face between her legs.
"Kyaaah~!!" Erina's back arched violently as his hot tongue dragged through her folds. Unlike her refined, delicate palate, Marcus ate her out with raw, hungry aggression, lapping, sucking, and thrusting his tongue deep inside her like he was devouring the finest meal of his life.
Erina's hands flew to his short-cropped hair, fingers tightening as pleasure crashed through her. "M-Marcus, ! Too much, ahh! Your tongue is… so rough, nnngh!"
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with her juices. "Not as good as yours, but I've had three years to practice on this pretty cunt." Then he dove back in, sucking hard on her clit while two fingers plunged back inside her.
Erina's thighs trembled around his head. The God Tongue that once judged the world's greatest dishes was now reduced to incoherent moans and whimpers as her husband brought her to the edge with merciless skill.
"I'm, I'm going to, !!"
"Come on my tongue, wife," he commanded, voice muffled against her soaked sex.
Erina shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her with shocking intensity, hips bucking wildly as she squirted against his mouth. Marcus drank every drop, growling in satisfaction while her body convulsed.
When the waves finally subsided, Erina was left panting, chest heaving, apron askew and soaked with sweat. Marcus rose to his feet, towering over her once more. He unzipped his pants, freeing the massive, dark cock that had ruined her for any other man.
It stood proudly, thick, veined, and already leaking precum. Even after three years, the sight still made Erina's stomach flutter with a mix of intimidation and desperate hunger.
Marcus gripped the base and slapped the heavy shaft against her sensitive clit a few times, making her jolt.
"Beg for it," he said simply.
Erina's pride had long since learned when to yield. She looked up at him with glassy eyes, voice soft and trembling.
"Please… fuck me, Marcus. I need your cock…"
A satisfied grin spread across his face. He hooked her legs over his elbows, pulling her to the very edge of the counter. The fat head of his cock nudged against her entrance, stretching her slowly as he pushed in.
Erina's mouth fell open in a silent cry as inch after thick inch sank into her. The familiar burn of being opened so wide made her eyes roll back.
"Fuuuck, still so goddamn tight," Marcus groaned, bottoming out with a wet slap of skin on skin. His heavy balls rested against her ass. "This pussy was made for me."
He didn't wait. He started thrusting, deep, powerful strokes that made her entire body jolt. The sound of their coupling echoed through the kitchen: wet, rhythmic *plap-plap-plap* of his hips meeting her ass, mixed with Erina's broken moans.
"Ahh! Ahhn! Too deep, ! Marcus, ! You're hitting, my womb, every time, !!"
"That's right," he grunted, pounding harder. "Gonna fill this married pussy up again. You love when I breed you, don't you?"
Erina could only nod frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her heavy tits bounced wildly with every thrust, the apron long forgotten.
Marcus leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking hard while his cock continued its relentless assault. The dual sensation pushed Erina over the edge again. She came with a scream, walls clamping down around his thick shaft like a vice.
"Shit, Erina, " Marcus snarled, burying himself to the hilt as he exploded inside her. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her womb, so much that it leaked out around his cock despite how tightly she gripped him.
They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing heavily. Marcus pressed his forehead to hers, a rare moment of tenderness slipping through his usual dominance.
"Three years," he murmured, voice low. "And you're still the best thing I've ever tasted."
Erina's lips curved into a small, exhausted smile. Her hand came up to caress his cheek.
"…Idiot," she whispered affectionately. "You're supposed to say that about my cooking."
Marcus laughed deeply, the sound vibrating through both their bodies.
"I'll eat your food later. Right now…" He gave a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, stirring his cum inside her. "I'm still hungry for my wife."
Erina's eyes widened as she felt him hardening again inside her.
"M-Marcus, wait, the sauce !"
"Fuck the sauce," he growled, already starting to thrust once more. "We've got all night."
And as the sun began to set over the Tokyo skyline, Erina Nakiri-Williams surrendered once again to the man who had conquered both her pride and her body, glad, deep down, that she had lost that Shokugeki three years ago.
Marcus didn't give her time to recover.
Before Erina could even catch her breath, he scooped her up as if she weighed nothing, strong arms cradling her curvy body against his broad chest. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried her out of the kitchen and into their master bedroom, the sheer black apron still dangling uselessly from her neck.
"Marcus, the sauce is going to burn, " she protested weakly, though her voice lacked any real conviction. Her arms looped around his thick neck, fingers brushing over the hard muscles of his shoulders.
"Let it burn," he growled, kicking the bedroom door shut behind them. "I've got something far more important to take care of tonight."
He laid her down on the massive king-sized bed with surprising gentleness, but the look in his dark eyes was anything but gentle. Pure, raw hunger. Erina's heart raced as he stripped off his shirt, revealing the powerful, sculpted torso she had come to crave. Then his pants and boxers followed, letting his massive cock spring free, still hard, still glistening with a mix of her juices and his earlier release.
Erina bit her lip, eyes locked on the thick, veined shaft that had reshaped her body over the past three years. Even now, the sight made her pussy clench with anticipation… and a touch of nervousness.
Marcus climbed onto the bed, hovering over her. One large hand slid down her body, pushing the apron aside to fully expose her heavy breasts and soft, fertile belly. He palmed her stomach possessively, thumb stroking the smooth skin.
"You know what tonight is, don't you?" he murmured, voice low and rough. "Three years of filling this tight little cunt… and tonight I'm putting a baby in you, Erina."
Her breath hitched. The words sent a rush of heat straight to her core. She had known this day would come eventually, the arranged marriage, the endless nights of being bred by her powerful husband, but hearing it spoken so bluntly made her thighs tremble.
"I… I'm not on birth control anymore," she whispered, cheeks burning. It had been her quiet decision a few weeks ago. A silent surrender.
Marcus's grin was feral. "Good girl."
He pushed her legs apart, spreading her wide. The fat head of his cock nudged against her cum-slick entrance, still puffy and sensitive from their kitchen encounter. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he sank halfway inside her, stretching her walls around his girth.
"Ahhn~!" Erina arched her back, nails digging into his biceps. "S-So big… even after all this time…"
"You take me so well now," he praised, voice thick with lust as he rocked his hips, feeding her another thick inch. "This pussy was made to be bred by me."
When he bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed against her ass, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix. Erina's eyes fluttered, a soft whine escaping her lips. The pressure was overwhelming, pleasure bordering on too much.
Marcus set a deep, steady rhythm, each thrust deliberate and powerful. The wet plap-plap-plap of skin meeting skin filled the room, accompanied by Erina's breathy moans and his low grunts.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Erina obeyed, golden eyes meeting his intense gaze as he fucked her. One of his hands moved to her breast, kneading the soft, overflowing flesh while his thumb flicked over her stiff nipple. The other hand stayed on her belly, pressing down lightly with each thrust so she could feel exactly how deep he was reaching.
"Gonna fill you up until you're overflowing," he growled. "Gonna knock up this proud Nakiri pussy. You're gonna carry my child, Erina. Walk around with a big, round belly because of me."
The filthy words made her clench hard around him. Erina's head tossed from side to side, golden hair fanning across the pillows.
"Yes, yes, ! Marcus, ! Breed me, please, !" The words tumbled out before she could stop them, her usual refined composure shattered.
Marcus's pace quickened, hips slamming into her with more force. The bed creaked violently beneath them. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, tongue dominating hers just as thoroughly as his cock dominated her pussy.
When he pulled back, he whispered hotly against her lips, "Say it again. Tell me you want my baby."
"I want it, I want your baby, ahhn~! Fill me, make me pregnant, !!"
That was all he needed.
Marcus hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper, the head of his cock battering her cervix with every brutal thrust. Erina screamed in ecstasy, her God Tongue reduced to nothing but desperate, broken cries.
"Cum for me," he ordered. "Cum while I breed you."
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Erina's walls spasmed violently around his thick shaft, milking him as her body shook uncontrollably. Clear fluid squirted around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath her.
Marcus roared, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed powerfully as he came, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum. Pulse after pulse, far more than usual, thick seed designed to claim her completely. He kept grinding against her, ensuring every drop stayed deep inside, pressed right against her fertile entrance.
Erina's eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure. She could feel it, the warmth spreading inside her, the sheer volume of his release filling her to the brim until it began leaking out around his still-throbbing cock.
When the last spasm faded, Marcus didn't pull out. Instead, he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms while keeping his cock buried deep. His large hand returned to her stomach, rubbing slow circles over the spot where his cum now pooled.
"That's it," he murmured, kissing her sweat-dampened forehead. "My seed is in you now. You're going to get pregnant, Erina. You're mine completely."
Erina nestled against his broad chest, still trembling from aftershocks. Her hand joined his on her belly, a soft, dazed smile on her lips.
"…Idiot," she whispered, voice hoarse but affectionate. "You already owned me."
Marcus chuckled, the sound rumbling through her. "Yeah. But now the whole world is going to see it when your belly starts swelling with my kid."
He gave a lazy thrust of his hips, stirring his cum inside her again, drawing a weak moan from her.
"Rest up, wife. We're not done tonight. I'm breeding you until morning."
Erina's only response was a contented sigh as she clung to him, her body already aching for more, ready to carry the child of the man who had conquered the God Tongue in every possible way.