Yamato's Precious Heir
 
  Twisting and turning in bed, Momonosuke whimpered. Curled into a pathetic ball underneath its velvety sheets, the rightful Shogun of Wano grinded his teeth and clenched both hands. Now wasn't the time for rest. Not when he was about to face the beast who killed his father.
 
Hovering in an endless abyss, the boy frantically waved his arms and legs, trying to escape the doom that awaited. His efforts were fruitless. Not even budging an inch, it was like his entire body was glued into place. Utterly trapped, he was completely defenseless.
 
Then, emerging from the wall of pitch-black darkness in front of him, an enormous dragon's head revealed itself. Bigger than a house, its scowling visage stared directly at the boy ruler, consuming his entire field of vision. Eyes glaring with reptilian coldness, it then unhinged its gigantic jaws, where a pinprick of light suddenly popped into existence. Soon, however, it grew and grew, transforming into a blazing sun bright enough to illuminate the dragon's face in all its terrifying glory.
 
Momonosuke's heart stopped. Having seen the attack obliterate a mountain, he knew a point-blank shot would vaporize him. Opening his mouth, he tried to scream -- only to realize that not even a whisper could pass his lips. Caught in his personal hell, he was even robbed of the ability to express his anguish.
 
The dragon's wild locks of dark hair billowed behind, as the ball of fiery light became more blinding by the second. With an eerie cry, it exploded past its dagger-like teeth with unbelievable speed. In a fraction of second, Momonosuke was engulfed in its merciless flames . . .
 
"Nooo!"
 
Yelling, the boy sat up, straight as an arrow. His chest heaved from the gasps of air it was sucking in as he twisted his head, searching for any sign of Kaido's murderous glare from his dimly lit surroundings. Peering into every corner of his room, however, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Sighing, his ears thudded in the deafening silence.
 
Quickly, the delicate door to his right slid open. "Momonosuke-sama!"
 
Jolting in momentary fear, Momonosuke's eyes scanned the dark figure that towered over his bed. Relieved, he greeted the familiar man with a weak smile. "Kin'emon! Oh, I'm glad it's just you."
 
Panting, the tall man kneeled before his young master. "Of course it is! I ran as soon as I heard you scream." Swiveling his head from side to side, the samurai conducted his own search of the room. "There aren't any intruders, are there?" The boy shook his head. "No, I'm fine, I guess . . ." The distinct stickiness of sweat covered his skin, though it certainly wasn't sweltering that night. Noticing this, Momonosuke scrunched his face up in disgust.
 
"Kin'emon, please tell the servants to prepare a bath for me." He said, keeping his tone polite yet authoritative, as was the manner for a Shogun. His retainer, however, furrowed his bushy eyebrows. "Forgive my rudeness, Momonosuke-sama, but are you sure? This is the third night in a row, and you haven't been able to go back to sleep afterwards. Some of your advisors are beginning to worry."
 
"I know, but . . ." Briefly, the boy-ruler's tone slipped, revealing his sense of child-like fear and hesitation. Coughing into his hand, he refused to allow himself to let slip his vulnerabilities. Such weakness was unworthy for a leader of such a proud nation -- even if said leader was merely eight years old. Speaking again, he steadied his voice. "But this is the only method I can think of to calm myself. So please, Kin'emon."
 
At this, the samurai quickly bowed before his ruler, bumping into the hard wood floor in the process. "Of course, Momonosuke-sama! As you wish." A bright-red mark glowed with painful energy on his forehead, before it disappeared behind a grid of white, papery rectangles.
 
Listening to his oddball guardian sprint away, Momonosuke flopped onto his damp back and moaned. It appeared that he was in for yet another long, sleepless night.
 
.................
 
Splashing into the hot waters of his bath, Momonosuke grinned. "Ah, much better!" He declared, though to no-one in particular. Cut off from the rest of the world by a closed door, he was alone yet again. As such, there was nothing left to stop him from being sucked back into a raging vortex of self-doubt. Soon, his eager smile slid into a grim frown.
 
Leaning back, he listlessly surveyed his tranquil bath. Surrounded by pale gray rocks and well-kept bushes of green leaves, he should've been at peace. Yet his troubles still plagued him as he contemplated his new lot in life.
 
'You're pathetic! Weak! Luffy should've left you in that weird doctor's trash pile! It's where you belong, anyway.'
 
Wincing, the words spoken in his own voice stabbed his brain. Yet, as he writhed in place, he couldn't deny their truth. Twenty years his country waited for his return. Twenty long, miserable years under Kaido's cruel reign, and for what? A boy-ruler who tried to forget his nightmares by bathing, wasting his and everyone else's time despite his bold promise to bring Wano back into the light. How tragic.
 
Momonouske pulled his legs up to his chest, resting both arms on his knees. Despite being wrapped in steamy warmth, he felt colder than ever. Kin'emon was right. Maybe staying in bed and trying to fall asleep was a better idea.
 
'Your father died for this? He probably wouldn't have bothered. Not if he knew you were going to be so spineless. . . '
 
FWISH!
 
"Hey Momonosuke-kun!"
 
Startled, the young Shogun instantly recognized the bellowing yet feminine voice. Whipping his head to the side, he looked up. "Yamato! W-what are you doing here?" He asked, a blush bursting onto his cheeks. Standing in the doorway, the woman grinned, not a shred of clothing covering her exceptionally voluptuous body. Not that she cared, anyway, which the lecherous little perv certainly appreciated.
 
Shifting in place, Yamato held up a great bottle of sake. "Heard you were having trouble sleeping, so I figured I'd keep you company!" Beaming, she tilted her head in curiosity. "You don't mind, do you?"
 
"No! I mean, not at all. Honestly, I was getting kinda lonely." The boy twiddled his fingers, remembering the insults he threw at himself. With faint hope in his heart, he thought some time with the boisterous woman would cheer him up.
 
"Great!" In only a couple of steps, Yamato had already slipped her long legs into the tub's warm waters. Easing in, she let out a satisfied sigh, her huge breasts forming ripples on the clear surface. Already, Momonosuke could feel his insecurities and doubts melt away in the warrior's overwhelming presence, a presence that was reinforced by her sheer size. At over eight and a half feet tall, she was just about three times his own height, even without factoring in her two curved, bicolored horns.
 
Of course, this also made her luscious curves even more impressive. The boy crossed his legs, his loins already starting to burn with sinful need.
 
Lifting the giant brown bottle to her lips, Yamato chugged away. After a few great swallows, she pulled the bottle back and smacked her lips. "Ah! That's some good sake!" Cheeks flushed, she glanced back at Momonuske. "Want some?" She asked, tipping the bottle in his direction. The boy shook his head. "No thanks, I'm good." Shrugging, she set the sake to the side. "Suit yourself! So, what's been bugging you?" Casually leaning back, the woman quirked one of her eyebrows at the Shogun, speaking just as she would to anyone else.
 
Relieved by this laid-back attitude, Momonosuke was about to respond. But just as he opened his mouth, he closed it again, a hesitant look etched across his face. To say that his relationship with the son/daughter of the pirate who murdered his own father confused him was to put it lightly. The fact that said son/daughter also claimed to be Kozuki Oden, a.k.a. his dad, only compounded Momonosuke's mixed feelings. Of course, the woman was nothing like her monster of a father, and after learning of the abuse she received from him filled Momonosuke with sympathy. But the pain of losing both his parents was still raw in the boy's heart, and Yamato's insistence on referring to herself sometimes as Oden served as a reminder to his loss.
 
Momonosuke stared at his reflection, a hurricane of conflicted thoughts and emotions swirling deep inside. Finally, however, he mustered the resolve to croak out a response.
 
"Yamato? Did . . . did you ever know your mother?" Peering up, the boy internally winced at how quickly the question changed the woman's attitude. Almost instantly, her face turned serious and thoughtful, as if her radiant joy had been blown away. Regretting his choice of queries, Momonosuke was about to apologize, before being stopped by her answer.
 
"No, I don't think I ever did." Pausing, Yamato frowned. "Honestly, I can't even remember what she looked like anymore."
 
Before another pregnant pause could grow, Momonosuke spoke up. "I-I'm sorry if that was too personal! I've just been meaning to get to know you more. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Shaking her head, Yamato smiled again. "It's fine, really! What about you? I mean, how was Toki-san like?" Though her tone lightened up, there was now an underlying sense of unease. Having been locked away for years, with little to no interaction with others, Yamato was unsure how to communicate with others, especially over such touchy matters. Thankfully, her new friend/son was understanding. With a smile of his own, he responded.
 
"Oh, she was great! So kind and patient and sweet. She always kissed my boo-boos and patted my head every night before bed. Some nights she'd even sing me a lullaby! That always put me to sleep. Really, I wish you could meet her. I wish . . . I wish she was still here." Stopping, the boy's face turned downcast again. Once again, he was swept away by his memories. Memories of that awful night, when he saw his childhood home burn to the ground, his mother still inside as she sent him into the far flung future. Even if it was technically twenty years ago, to him only a few months had passed since then. And still, Momonosuke was certain he'd never forget the caring look his mother gave him before she died.
 
Curling in on himself again, he could feel the hot tears brimming in his eyes.
 
Seeing this, Yamato lifted a hand towards him. "Momonosuke-kun!" Concern spread over her stare, she stopped, and tried calling to him again. "M-Momono--"
 
Crying, the boy looked directly at the woman, his stoic facade slipping off. "How are you still so strong?" Sniffling, he elaborated when he noticed her puzzled look. "Y-you've been through so much more than I have! At least I had loving parents, but you can't even remember what your mother looked like! A-and you suffered like that for twenty years! Yet you're still so confident, and your dreams are so big!" Weeping, the boy rested his forehead against his knees, too ashamed to even look the proud warrior in the face. "Y-you should be the one to open up Wano, not me. I can't even handle my own nightmares like how a man should . . . "
 
Trailing off, the boy's sobs were cut off when he felt a firm, warm embrace wrap around his shoulders.
 
Stunned, he glanced up, realizing his face was suddenly in between a pair of plush breasts. Blushing, he was even more startled by the pained yet composed look Yamato now adorned. "Y-yamato?" He asked, his cheeks mushed together while nestled in the woman's cleavage. Opening her eyes, they were watery themselves. "It's okay, Momonosuke-kun. I didn't realize you were still hurting so much!" Gritting her teeth, Yamato gnashed them together. "Kaido . . . that bastard took so much from us! I-I don't even know who I am thanks to him! Instead, all I've done is taken up your father's mantle and promised to bring happiness back to Wano's people. Though, I guess I'm not even good enough to do that, if I can't even take care of my son." Groaning, she twisted her head to the side, still clutching Momonosuke tightly to her bosom.
 
Staring up, the boy admonished himself. How could he be so consumed in his own pain while not recognizing those of his new friend!
 
"Yamato . . ."
 
"But don't worry!" Clenching her fist, the woman's eyes narrowed in fiery determination. "You don't have to rule alone! We can rebuild Wano together, and I'll be strong enough for the two of us!" Peering down, an enormous toothy grin adorned her face. Momonosuke's eyes widened, as the girl's joyful radiance leaked into him, replacing his self-destructive thoughts with its brilliance.
 
Wiping his tears away, the Shogun smiled. "Thanks, Yamato. Thank you so much!" Chuckling, the woman was about to let go of the boy, but as her hand slipped through the water, it accidentally brushed between his legs. Gasping at the touch, however light, Momonosuke blushed even harder.
 
Confused, Yamato looked down. "Huh? What's this?"
 
"Yamato, wait!" But it was already too late. Gently scooping him out of the water with one arm, the woman was able to see the pale cock twitching between his inner thighs. Barely three inches long, the dick was completely average for a ruler so young. Despite this, however, her eyes widened in amazement. "Woah! So that's what guy parts look like!" Covering his face with his hands, Momonosuke peeked through his trembling fingers. "S-sorry, Yamato! You're just so beautiful, I can't control myself!" His words, however, fell on deaf ears. Still admiring his member, Yamato raised an eager hand to it. "How does this thing feel?"
 
Using her index finger and thumb, she gently held its pink, fleshy head in place.
 
"Ah! Careful, Yamato! It's super sensitive!" Panting, Momonosuke's heart leapt when he felt the alien fingers brush against his boner's tip. Against his will, it continued to throb underneath her delicate touch. Though she continued holding on, the woman made sure to be as careful as possible handling it. "Sorry, Momonosuke-kun, but don't you like this? Every time I touched myself it felt pretty good." Without an ounce of shame, she casually related her mastubortory habits as she looked directly at the boy. "I also feel kinda tired afterwards, and you said you were having problems sleeping, so I figured maybe this would help. But if you really don't wanna . . . "
 
"I-I mean, I'm not entirely opposed to it, but what would that make us?" His voice trembling, Momonosuke shifted his gaze to the side as he struggled to find the proper words. "Friends? Family? Lovers?"
 
Screwing her face up, the warrior-woman considered the Shogun's question for a moment. Soon, however, her contemplative frown turned into a pleasant smile again. "Why not all three?"
 
Stunned by her broad, bold answer, the boy was at a loss for words. Finally, however, he licked his lips and nodded in agreement. "A-alright, Yamato. I-if you don't mind, then I guess I don't either."
 
"Great!" Eyes twinkling, Yamato wrapped her left hand around Momonosuke's smooth shaft, enclosing it entirely given their size difference. The woman's eager smile, however, was proof enough that she didn't mind its meager size. Sensing it's warmth spread over her palms, Yamato slowly started pumping her hand up and down. "Don't worry, Momonosuke," she said, voice quivering with excitement, "I'll make sure to go slow at first. Just let me know when you want me to go faster, 'kay?" Gritting his teeth, however, the boy was barely lucid enough to process her words. Squirming in the woman's strong yet gentle arms, Momonosuke was fully erect, and more aroused than he'd ever been in his admittedly short life. Blood pulsing through his throbbing cock, he was already teetering on the orgasmic edge.
 
"Yamato . . . this feels so good!" Panting, Momonosuke cracked open one of his eyes. "Honestly, I didn't think you'd be this skilled!" Yamato blushed from the compliment. "R-really? Thanks, Momonosuke-kun! I managed to grab one of the sex manuals Black Maria used for her workers a couple years back. I didn't get too far, but I did see a couple of pretty cool things in it. Maybe we can try some later!" Writhing under the intense pleasure of the handjob he was receiving, however, the boy-ruler was suddenly filled with guilt.
 
'I can't believe Yamato's jerking me off!' He thought, even if he wanted to focus solely on his own pleasure. 'Not even Robin or Nami would do this! She's so generous. But . . . this probably isn't that much fun for her. It's not right for a Shogun to be so selfish. I should pleasure her as well!' Chewing the inside of his cheek, Momonosuke wracked his mind for ideas. 'But how?'
 
Tilting his head to the side, however, his cheeks brushed against something soft, squishy, and moist. Having buried himself against them many times before, Momonosuke instantly recognized what it was. Opening his eyes, he stared straight at Yamato's snowy-white breast, now completely above the hot waters of the palace's bath. Cradled as he was, his face was tantalizingly close to the woman's right breast. As his vision trailed down, he was soon met with a perky, pinkish-red nub sticking out mere inches away.
 
Instantly, the boy knew exactly what he should do.
 
Puckering his lips, Momonosuke leaned over and clamped them over Yamato's nipple.
 
"Ah!" Yelping, the woman quickly felt the assault on her sensitive chest. Looking down, she saw the boy's mouth closed tightly over her nipple. "Momonosuke-kun! What are you -- ah!" Not giving her a chance to finish, the boy flicked his tongue across the entrapped nub and started passionately sucking on it. Enraptured by its taste and fleshiness, Momonosuke's heart leapt. 'Sorry Yamato, but you deserve to have fun too! Mmm, and this sure tastes great!' Thrusting his hips out, the boy was clearly enjoying himself as well.
 
Still rubbing his cock in her hand, Yamato felt tiny spikes of arousal dance up her spine. "Oh, Momonosuke-kun, don't stop!" She cried out, needy lust now underlying her tone. "I never thought about playing with my tits, but I wish I did! It's amazing!" Kicking her legs in front of her, Yamato splashed about in the water, unconsciously pumping her hand faster and faster. Of course, this also fueled Momonosuke's arousal, causing him to lap and suck at the warrior's nipple even harder, which only excited her even more. Caught in a feedback loop of desire, it was only a matter of time before one of them broke down and released.
 
Clenching his toes, it seemed that Momonosuke would be the first.
 
Spasming in Yamato's grip, the boy's dick unleashed its load. Its abused head spewed the sticky geyser of cum out, splattering against her fingers and trickling down her palm. Though most was contained, some did manage to spill out of the small hole her hand formed, dripping over her pinkie in a couple of tiny white beads.
 
Grabbing hold of the huge tit with his left hand, Momonosuke held tight while he came, only letting go when he sputtered to a stop.
 
"Mwah!" Popping his lips off Yamato's nipple, the boy went limp and sighed. "Y-yamato . . . " was all he could croak out as his brain was flooded with post-orgasmic bliss. Even if he didn't suck any milk out, he was more than satisfied. For her part, Yamato was more turned on than at the start. Her chest heaved as her lower parts burned with need.
 
"Momonosuke-kun . . . I didn't think you'd be so bold!" She stammered out, still cradling the Shogun as if he was her own child. Panting, the boy glanced upwards. "I . . . I just thought it'd be selfish if I was the only one being pleasured." His eyes rolled in their sockets as he stared up at the bright lights above.
 
Raising her hand, Yamato stared at the cloudy-white puddle of goo stuck to her palm. Tilting her head in curiosity, the warrior lifted it up and took a tentative lick. "Mmm! And you taste pretty good too!" Lapping away at her hand, her taste buds tingled at the salty taste of Momonosuke's seed, slurping it down with gusto until her hand was spotless.
 
Having finished her savory meal, Yamato grinned. "Huh, but it looks like you're still not done." Peeking in between his bare thighs, she watched as his member weakly twitch, still fully erect. Blushing, Momonosuke crossed his legs in embarrassment. "S-sorry, Yamato. I don't mean to be such a burden."
 
Laughing, the woman shook her head. "Don't sweat it! I was hoping you wouldn't be!" Shifting, she gently set the boy to the side, allowing him to stand despite his wobbly knees. "I saw this one pose in Black Maria's manual, and I've been dying to try it!" Getting on her knees, she sloshed through the water on all fours. Even disregarding her size, most of her body still would've stuck out, given how shallow this particular area of the palace bath was. Coming to a stop, she raised her glorious ass into the air, staring back with an enthusiastic smile. "I think this one's called 'doggy-style'!" Water flew off her buttcheeks as she bounced them, her pussy winking from underneath.
 
Jaws agape, Momonosuke was speechless. Soon, however, the ruler regained his courage. Hurrying over to her, he gripped her hips and blindly rammed his rod into her fat ass. "Hng!" Crying out, he sighed as he felt his prick enter a hot, moist hole. Gasping, Yamato scrunched up her face in surprise. "Ah! Wrong hole, Momonosuke-kun!" Startled, the boy waved his hands in apology. "S-sorry! Want me to pull out?" Pulling his hips back, his cock spasmed in protest. Fortunately for it, however, it seemed it could stay. Squeezing her cheeks together, the woman's body reflexively tightened its grip on the wayward dick. "No! Actually, this feels a lot better than I expected!" Yamato cooed, her skin tingling with anticipation.
 
Assured by her response, Momonosuke pushed himself back in. "Alright, if you say so. Get ready, Yamato!" Grasping at her hips, the boy pulled back and shoved his cock in again, soon reaching a steady pace. Sensing the throbbing shaft bury itself into her asshole, it took all of the warrior-woman's strength to remain in place. Aching from the pounding already, her ass jiggled every time Momonosuke slapped his pelvis against it. Mustering every ounce of willpower he had himself, the boy's hairless nuts slapped against Yamato's pussy from his erratic movements. This, of course, only delighted the woman even further.
 
"Ngh, c'mon! Gotta be hard and fast!" Muttering to himself, Momonosuke was quickly approaching his limit. While this was to be expected of a virgin, the boy was determined to please his partner. It was a Shogun's duty, after all, to ensure the happiness of those around him! Hearing Yamato's whines and moans, he needed to push her over the edge. Scanning over her glistening back, his eyes were caught by the great tangle of hair bouncing over it. Though technically still in the warrior's signature pony-tail, her wavy locks became more unruly the further down they went. Shifting from pure-white to a more bluish-green tint halfway, the strands of hair ran all the way to Yamato's bottom. Perfectly in reaching distance, for one opportunistic Shogun.
 
Letting go of her hips, Momonosuke seized the woman's hair with both hands. Clutching them with all his might, he leaned back and tugged, using them like the reins to a stallion.
 
Yamato lolled her tongue out, saliva dribbling off. "Harder, Momonosuke-kun, harder!" She screamed, wildy bucking her lower half around. Unfamiliar to being dominated so thoroughly, the proud woman found herself loving the experience. Grinding her butt against the boy's pelvis, her pucker massaged his penis, almost as if it was trying to milk it. Tilting his head back, Momonosuke cried out in response. "Of course, Yamato! Anything to fulfill my Shogun duty!" Coiling the silky hair around his wrists, he plunged himself into the woman's taut asshole, now fully a slave to his demanding lust. Given Yamato's own squeals and groans, the desires were mutual.
 
After another couple of minutes of non-stop pounding, the two reached their climax.
 
Propelling himself one last time, Momonosuke came deep into Yamato, his spunk gushing through her unseen tunnel of flesh. Just as he'd hope, the woman also climaxed this time. Winking underneath, her untouched slit still squirted with joy, its clear fluids falling to the turbulent waters below. Calling out simultaneously, the two's screams echoed in the great room. Fortunately for them, however, there was no-one to disturb them. Blessed with the vision of a naked Yamato, the servant assigned to keep watch had excused himself of his duties, warning others to steer clear as the Shogun was hosting a 'private guest.' Writing on a scroll, another palace servant made sure to note that perhaps it was best to keep the hated Orochi's brothel open.
 
Thrusting until he was spent, Momonosuke stumbled back, allowing Yamato's hair to slip through his fingers. Falling onto his butt, the boy chuckled in amusement. "Hah, that was incredible!" Lazily inching his way backwards, he settled against the rim of the bath. Resting on her knees, Yamato shivered when she felt the boy slip out of her. "Yeah! That was even better than knocking down a bunch of goons!" Smiling, she crawled forward and sat next to Momonosuke, where she allowed him to rest against her chest again. Soaking in the bath water together, the two closed their eyes and cuddled in silence for the next few minutes.
 
Finally, however, Momonosuke spoke up. "Y'know, I think I could stay here all night!"
 
Giggling, Yamato splashed her hand through the bath. "Me too, but we definitely can't. Everyone's worried about your sleeping habits, and so am I. I nearly had a heart attack seeing you walk into a wall yesterday!" Though Momonosuke smiled, inside he could feel the tendrils of fear creep up again. Straightening his posture, he twiddled his fingers and stared at his reflection. "I know, but . . . Yamato? This isn't very manly of me to ask, but, would you mind . . . sleeping with me tonight?"
 
Staring back, the woman's face soon lit up with inspiration. "I think I have an even better idea!" Suddenly, the water's surface was disturbed again as the towering warrior stood up. Leaning onto the surrounding floor with her hands, she hoisted her body up, spreading her legs to reveal her pussy at last. Surrounded by a wild bush of snow-white hair, it winked at Momonosuke. Craning her neck, Yamato looked at the Shogun. "You can sleep in my womb!"
 
With astonishment scrawled over his features, it took a bit before Momonosuke was able to come back to his senses. "R-really!? You, you think I can fit in there?" Screwing her face up, Yamato was clearly unsure. "Hmm, dunno. I've never tried this before." Glancing down, however, she returned with another beaming grin. "But I'm pretty big! And you're still so small, so it shouldn't be a problem!"
 
Taking a step forward before walking back, Momonosuke considered the offer for a while. Finally, however, he peered back up with a cautious look of hope. "O-okay, Yamato. We can try." Lumbering forward, it only took a couple of steps before the boy was face to face with the woman's sopping-wet cunt. His nostrils flared as its musky, though pleasant, odor wafted through them. Brought back to life, his modest prick slowly crept up back to full mast. Placing his hands against Yamato's inner thighs, Momonosuke slowly leaned his head forward. "So, I guess I just . . ." Trailing off, the boy pressed his nose through Yamato's moist folds. Slipping into them with unexpected ease, it wasn't long before the rest of his face was pulled in.
 
"Aah! Yes!" Yelling, Yamato's back curved as her long-neglected vagina was finally being penetrated. "That's it! Only a little further!" Contracting her lower muscles, the woman's pussy lips crept over the boy-ruler's shaved head and chin. Surrounded in damp, fleshy darkness, Momonosuke tried his best to help. Pushing onto his tip-toes, he tried to shove his way through her birth canal, huffing in concentration. Clear fluids dripped down his neck and throat, and squishy noises filled both their ears from their combined efforts. Soon enough, however, Yamato's slit had made it over the massive curve of Momonosuke's head, and clamped onto his nape with relief.
 
"Hah! There!" Almost buckling from the pressure, Yamato managed to keep herself in place. Peeking through her cleavage, she could see a huge bulge form over the very bottom of her abdomen. "That was a little tricky, but the rest should be a breeze! How about you, Momonosuke? Still feeling alright?" The boy's ears vibrated from Yamato's satisfied voice, slightly muffled from underneath her flesh. "Yeah, I'm still good!" Shimmying in place, he surveyed the darkness ahead. "A little cramped, but I don't mind!"
 
Laughing, Yamato's toes curled as she clenched her vaginal muscles again. "Glad to hear! Honestly, I don't know if I can stop myself from sucking the rest of you in. You just feel so wonderful in there!" Moaning, she proceeded to drag in the rest of Momonosuke's swinging body. Just as she suspected, it was a breeze to do so. Nowhere near as broad as his head had been, the boy's shoulders easily slid through her greedy snatch. From there, it was easy enough for his slender torso to pass through. Not even his erect member posed any issues, though it did elicit a husky moan from Yamato. Slurping down his dangling legs, it took mere seconds for his wiggling toes to disappear into her cunt.
 
Feeling this, Yamato's legs shuttered, her legendary strength had been sapped away by the unbirthing process. Crashing down, her massive butt caused the tub's waters to shift and slosh against the edge. "Ah, tucked away at last!" Staring past her set of bobbling boobs, she stared at the great, white ball now bulging out from her abdomen. Despite holding an entire boy in it, it only seemed that the giant woman was slightly overdue. Running her fingers over its curve, she appreciated its smoothness. "Comfortable in there, Momonosuke-kun?" She asked, flicking her popped-out belly button.
 
Curled into a fetal-like position, the boy was completely blind. Despite this, however, a smile spread over his face as he shifted into a more comfortable pose. "Sure am! It's so warm in here!" Brushing against the womb's slippery walls, the surrounding body heat leaked into his naked form. Momonosuke enjoyed the sensation. To him, it felt like he was being wrapped in a comforting hug. Sliding until he was sitting upright, he placed a hand against the curved dome. "Thanks again, Yamato. You've done so much for me tonight, I don't know how I could ever repay you. I . . . I love you." Yamato blushed at his sweet words. Seeing the vague outlines of his hand push out from her skin, she decided to press her own palm against it. "N-no problem, Momonosuke-kun! I, I love you too!" Rubbing her belly, her heart fluttered as she stared at it. To think that the child who she considered her own also loved her as well? It was a dream come true! Surely, nothing could enhance the experience . . .
 
Eyes widening, she realized how it could. Groping around, her wandering hands finally grabbed hold of the big bottle of sake she'd brought with her. Sloshing it around, she could feel that it was still half-full with the precious fluids.
 
Smiling, Yamato called out to her boy. "Hope you don't mind, but I think I'll finish this sake before going to bed! It's be a shame to let it go to waste!"
 
Reclining, the boy nestled against the warm, slick wall behind. "It's fine, Yamato! I'm feeling pretty tired now, so I think I'll just go ahead. See you in the morning!" Closing his eyes, Momonosuke felt himself drifting off already. After so many restless nights, he felll asleep easier than he had in quite a while.
 
Patting her tummy, Yamato grinned, before lifting the bottle to her mouth and greedily guzzling it down her throat.
 
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Scanning scroll after scroll, Yamato was pleased. "Says here food distribution has finally been equalized throughout Wano! And this one comes from somebody who claims to know a way to clean up its rivers!" Happily, she craned her neck and peeked at her belly. "Seems like we're finally realizing Oden's dream!"
 
Jiggling, her distended gut appeared as enthusiastic as she was. "I know! I never thought I could do so much work in one day, but it's been so easy! Guess it must be how well I've been sleeping!" Momonosuke said, crammed once again into Yamato's uterus. Jolting about from excitement, at least as much as was possible, he caused the spherical stomach to poke out of the woman's white sleeveless shirt. Leaning back, Yamato's radiant expression seemed even brighter than the candle-light that tickled it. "Speaking of sleep, it's about time we do so!" Setting the pile of scrolls to the side, Yamato started the long process of taking off her elaborate outfit. Slipping her garments off, she continued talking to the guest in her womb. "Say, Momonosuke-kun. You think we should tell the others about our new relationship already?"
 
Listening, the Shogun laughed. "Honestly, I'm surprised they haven't figured out already!" Thinking to himself, the boy recounted several close instances where his retainers or other servants had come across a Yamato with an unusually engorged stomach. Fortunately, however, the woman was clever enough to come up with an excuse as to why she was so big, or why it always seemed the Shogun of Wano disappeared when night-time approached. Of course, it was amusing, on some level. But the boy had to admit that the close encounters were becoming a nuisance. He scratched his chin. "But you have a point. It's not right to keep this a secret from the others. Maybe we should tell them tomorrow!"
 
Kicking her sandals off, Yamato shrugged. "Whenever you want to, Momonosuke-kun. Really, part of me's glad that we've kept it from them these past few days, considering how awkward it'll be when we tell them. But as long as you're with me, I don't mind!"
 
Slipping off her socks at last, Yamato was entirely nude. Blowing out the candle, she strolled over to Momonosuke's bed and laid on top of its covers. Never one to get cold easily, she found it much more freeing to sleep out in the open. Of course, this also meant that an unintended discovery was far more likely, but the warrior thought it was worth if for a decent night's sleep.
 
Turning to her right side, she stroked the top of her belly, humming as she did so. After a while, the humming turned into low, soft singing.
 
"Hush-a-bye, Hush-a-bye! My good baby, sleep! Where did my boy's babysitter go? Beyond that mountain, back to her home . . . "
 
Finishing the lulaby's lyrics, Yamato soon repeated them. Hearing this, Momonosuke's heart was put at ease. While not as melodious as his mother had been, Yamato's voice was still nice and sweet, and the boy could feel himself becoming drowsier by the second. Soon, he had closed his eyes, and was falling into a tranquil slumber. Listening to his muffled snores, Yamato repeated the lyrics one final time, before shutting her own eyes and falling asleep as well.
 
Mother and son tied by lineage? Friends bound by mutual wounds? Lovers together in fiery passion? Such labels were too small to apply to the two's deep relationship. In a sense, they were all three, and so much more. Closer to each other than anyone else in the other's life, they were like two halves of a broken soul. Torn by the same monster decades ago, they were damaged, incomplete, and hurt to their cores. But now, having found one another, they were ready to heal an entire nation, hand in hand. Together at last.
 
They had united. Finally, they were one again.