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The celebration outside had finally died down after the nearly 24 straight hours of being posed around like dolls for Big Mom's amusement. Thalia thought she would never get out alive.
Once they finally got to Katakuri's room, their only moment of privacy they've had all day, Thalia collapsed into her bed and wiggled her sandals off of her feet. It was nice to finally rest her legs and eyes, burying her face in the soft blankets. Katakuri closed the door behind them and loosened the tie around his neck. He was allowed to keep his scarf for the ceremony, but now that they were alone he could pull it off and set it aside.
“That took forever,” Thalia groaned. Katakuri grumbled in agreement and sat beside her on his bed. Everything in the room was scaled up for his use. Thalia was small compared to everything in there. Barely up to Katakuri's thigh. So she was given her own bed in order for them to comfortably rest together.
Katakuri reached down and picked her up, bringing her into his bed with him as if she were a house cat. She looked up at him with some confusion and he chuckled in reply, laying her on his chest and grinning sweetly.
”Kuri?“ she quizzically raised a brow at him.
”Lia,” he said in return, still smiling. She sighed and opened her mouth to ask, but before she could say a word, he replied, “It's our wedding night, isn't it? I thought we'd... enjoy ourselves.”
Thalia giggled and folded her arms, resting her chin on them.
“You'll have to help me out of my dress first,“ she purred playfully. Katakuri was more than happy to oblige. Though he would have been just as happy to make a mess of the uncomfortable garment. She looked stunning. Her dress a soft sea foam green and adorned with beautiful silver and emeralds. It was crafted by skilled tailors just for the occasion. As was his suit. Though he paid it far less mind.
She rose to her knees and hiked the long skirt of her dress up so it was free to maneuver. As she worked on unzipping the bodice and loosening it, Katakuri carefully grabbed it from the skirt and pulled it over her head, freeing her finally from the mass of fabric.
”That feels way better. That material has been making me itch all day,“ she huffed. Katakuri's eyes glittered as he looked her over. Her sand colored flesh turned into a dark blue as it reached her shoulders and back, freckles of the same color speckling her upper arms and collar bone. The undergarments she wore were extremely simple compared to her dress, but they were also much more comfortable and she was so sexy when she was happy and comfortable.
The intent and longing look was making Thalia blush. She dragged her hands down her body enticingly and pushed out her chest to make the sight a little better, but she didn't have to do a thing.
“God, I love you,” Katakuri said, a purr rumbling in his chest. Thalia looked aside, the red in her face growing brighter.
“I love you too. I can't believe we're really married,” she sighed happily, “mostly because the last 3 marriages I was here for were way more... forced.”
“It's not every day Mama allows a real marriage.”
“I can tell...” Thalia looked disheartened. Anytime she thought about the Charlotte's situation she got a little upset. She's seen how it affected the one she loves and the ripples it caused through everything else around them. Katakuri frowned.
He closed his hands around her and pulled her down against his chest again. She stretched her arms out to return his embrace, just reaching the ends of his broad chest with her hands under his arms.
Katakuri refused to let any of that affect Thalia. As long as he could help it, she would be untouched by Big Mom's strife.
He was pulled from the tense thought by soft pecks on his skin. Thalia's arms hung around his neck and she feathered kisses everywhere she could reach.
”You seem eager,” he smirked.
“Take off your suit already.”
Katakuri set her on the bed and began undressing for her, pulling off everything in layers and enjoying the amusing reaction from his beloved wife.
Wife. Ah... he's thought of her as a girlfriend for so long that the word ”wife“ almost made his heart leap from his chest. He wanted to shout it from the top of Big Mom's castle so all of the New World would hear him. While the lovely words were floating in his head, he was placing kisses all over Thalia's body. He pecked every inch of her, the touch gentle and sweet. Thalia giggled and cupped his cheeks to bring him back to her in reality. He blinked up at her, his sharp teeth poking out of his lips as he searched her face. She traced the scars marking his cheeks with a ghosting thumb.
"You're much happier here," Thalia hummed.
"Of course. No one's breathing down our necks," Katakuri said, sliding a hand under her and lifting her to his face, dragging his tongue up her bare torso and purring, "I get you all to myself." She stiffened as he breathed hot over her, cooling his saliva on her flesh. Her breath hitched in her throat as he pressed the points of his teeth around her shoulder, teasing her with the points pricking at her skin.
She was as soft and sweet as mochi. As if she weren't perfect enough. Katakuri had to focus a little not to just eat her up.
Thalia's face grew hot and a slight whimper escaped her, halting it with a bite to her knuckle. His teeth pressed more and she whined. His fingers trailed up her legs before he finally pushed them apart and rubbed her full slit with one giant finger. She shuddered and rolled her head back, basking in the sensations he was bathing her in. As he nipped and licked her like a dessert he wanted to savor, she felt herself melting in his hands.
"K-Kuri, please..." she squeaked, "I want more." She put a hand through her hair and nuzzled her cheek against his hair as he put his lips against her neck. He groaned softly. He wanted to give her more, so much. But he didn't want to switch places with a mochi proxy just yet. I wanted to hold her and touch her himself. Feeling her soft curves and the wet from her slit. He wanted to taste every inch of her and devour her.
His cock throbbed with need. His hands were occupied with Thalia but he desperately needed to touch himself. A glob of mochi dripped from his arm and became a doughy appendage he could fuck into while he paid her close attention. His heavy breaths billowed over her, a throaty moan escaping him.
"Just one more moment... I love how you taste. I don't want to let go of you yet," he purred.
"You don't have to let go."
Katakuri met her lustful, half lidded gaze. He was surprised to hear that. And he wasn't sure what she meant until he gave it some thought.
"I don't want to hurt you," Katakuri said as he shook his head.
"You won't hurt me, I promise. Hell, my parents have a similar difference and here I am. It's in my genes," Thalia laughed, petting his head and smiling, "besides... how will we know until we try?" He supposed she had a point. And they wouldn't be the first couple to endure a difference like this. So, as much as it worried him, it had to be doable. He looked her over curiously. The mochi he used to please himself absorbed back into his body and he settled her onto his stiff cock. She gave him an experimental rocking of her hips, grinding her wet pussy all over his massive piece.
Thalia smiled nervously, hanging onto his hips and making soft noises. At least this way, they both could make each other feel good. She kissed his broad body, tracing her hands all up and down his firm abs as she rocked forward and back slowly and achingly sweet. Katakuri rumbled happily, the vibrations radiating from his chest easily filled the room.
A firm hand wrapped around her waist and he laid on his back, teasing her against the tip of his cock. Thalia whimpered softly, a little worried at the thick, arm-wide member kissing her lower lips. It was definitely intimidating to see. But she had to keep her nerves about it. Katakuri noticed her apprehension and pulled away.
"Are you certain you want to do this?"
"I am. I... I really want to," she stammered, betraying her nerves, "at some point, I really want to have children with you, but we haven't even tried without one of your mochi doubles before. And we have to... we gotta try at least once." Katakuri frowned but he understood what she was going for. And it was hard for him to deny the heat that rose to his cheeks when she mentioned wanting children with him. He wanted to have children with her too. A thought he had lied awake with several nights since they started dating. He held her carefully and kissed her face.
"The second you want to stop, tell me," Katakuri said. He cradled her in both hands, wanting nothing but her safety and comfort through this.
Thalia nodded, pecking his lips. There was no reason to wait now. He pressed his tip against her, easing her onto him slowly. She whimpered as she was stretched to accommodate his girth. Once he was settled deep inside her, he gave her time to get used to the feeling. It was odd to see how he pierced her so visibly in her stomach. Thalia shakily breathed out, laying her head back and blinking up at him. He almost didn't want to move, afraid he might tear her apart if he did it wrong. He had done this dozens of times before, he shouldn't be so nervous about it, but his anxiety bubbled up and made him freeze.
He lifted her, slowly pulling all the way out and just as carefully pushing back in as far as he could go. It was a slow process. And every step of the way Katakuri kept a close eye on her expressions. Her breath hitched and her moans shuddered. Eyes fluttered shut and hands tightly grasping his wrists. Thalia was spread so wide that she could barely feel her legs. Katakuri struggled to keep himself in check. It felt so good, how tight and hot and wet she was inside. And the gradually increasing sounds of lewd pleasure that escaped her throat urged him on. God, what he'd give to hold her down and pound her like no tomorrow. But he had to keep his head.
It was getting harder to focus. He sucked sharply on his teeth and rolled his head back. Hastening their pace and groaning low in his throat. Thalia said she didn't need any proxies, but he had to do more for her while she was simply a toy for him. He felt awful thinking that of her, but he wasn't quite wrong. From his body, he crafted a small faux form of himself. Scaled down to Thalia's size for her further pleasure. It dragged it's hands up her body and nibbled at her neck. She was roused out of her fucked dumb stupor to look at the newcomer and laugh.
"Y-You don't have to do this for me, Kuri," she panted, wrapping her arms around the double's neck.
"I do. You know I'd rather pamper you," he sighed heavily and stroked faster, tightening his jaw, "but it's hard to like this. So... just one mochi-man? For as long as I can focus on it."
Thalia wanted to protest, but the double went right for her neck, kissing and sucking on her flesh until her mind went blank. It gripped and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples by tugging and pinching them. It's other hand slid from her stomach down to the overly sensitive nub between her legs. She whined as it rubbed circles around her clit and left hickies on her skin. Her pussy tightened what little it could as she was overcome with an electrifying climax that dragged a horribly lecherous sound out of her.
Katakuri gritted his teeth together tightly. He stroked himself faster, Thalia's limp body in hand. He neared his end, his cock begging for release. Thalia wrapped herself around the mochi double, squeaking weakly as she was used for the last stretch. It was hard and it stretched her wide open. She could feel how hard he throbbed until he finally pulled her down to his hilt and came deep inside her. Each pulse of his cock filled her with another heavy load. More and more until all of his lust filled her stomach full, bloating her visibly. The mochi double melted into nothing as soon as Katakuri fell apart.
They panted together. Thalia, limp and languid from their love making, pet her stomach softly. She put a hand through her hair as she caught her breath, looking up at Katakuri and weakly smiling.
"I think we'd have to be really unlucky for that not to work," she breathlessly laughed. Katakuri chuckled and shook his head, slowly pulling out of her. The copious amounts of cum spilled out of her, making a mess of his stomach. He'd have to worry about that a little later. He wanted to ensure she was alright first. He laid her on his chest.
"Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"
"I'm perfectly fine," Thalia shook her head and folded her arms, laying her chin on them, "well... I'm pretty sore. And my legs are numb. But I'm sure I'm fine."
"Thalia... I hurt you. We shouldn't do that again," Katakuri frowned, picking her up and taking her to the bathroom.
"I'm fine, Kuri, I promise. It didn't hurt. I would have said something. Trust me."
Katakuri ran her a bath and cradled her like a long loved doll. Thalia sighed. She adored how much he cared. How he tried to be so utterly careful with her because of how big he was and how vicious he needed to be to survive the pirate's life. And his family. It was a side of him few got to see and she was so glad she was lucky enough to know it. She nestled into his arm. He settled her into the warm water and stepped away to clean himself off as well. It was more like a small lake to Thalia. But she had some natural buoyancy that she was thankful for.
"Alright... I promise I won't ask for this too often. But we have to if we want children together. And I clearly am fine. Is that fair?" she laid back in the warm water and closed her eyes. Already, the heat soothed the ache inside her. She needed to clean up anyways.
"Hm? Yes. That's fair. I'm... I'm just worried, that's all," Katakuri absently wiped the mess off of himself and sat beside the tub.
"I know you are. You care a lot," she paddled to the wall and reached up to take his hand. He gave it to her, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. "I love you, you know. I'm glad we're married. I've wanted this a lot." He chuckled and leaned down to plant a kiss on top of her head. Her fanned ears flattened and she giggled.
"I love you too, sugar."