König

König whined as he pushed his hips onto yours; torso against your back. You were both laying in bed, fully clothed in your pajamas but it didn't matter to him as whined to you. "Please baby- Please, you would look so pretty while pregnant." He begged you, wrapping his arm around your waist to press you against him. You felt the desperation in his voice, he nuzzled his face in your neck to smell you. " really want a baby with you. Please, Mika, can I make you pregnant? Please." He whined.