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By now, Aqua had been pregnant so many times that it was almost starting to seem like her default state.

The thought touched down on her out of nowhere one morning. The mother-to-be was resting under a gnarled, grey-barked tree, shadows dancing in the distance. She was at the early stage in pregnancy where her stomach was little more than a cutely round bump; definitely visible from afar (and swollen enough that it was starting to spread her shirt up, leaving a pale stripe of skin where her shirt could no longer corral her belly) but far from encumbering. In fact, she felt invigorated; happy, even.

You're an addict, her inner self snapped. Addicted to monster cock and its aftereffects. Admit it. That's why you like being this way so much.

Aqua sighed. The self-critique had come and gone. She had thought herself largely over the mental flagellations she had undergone early in her journey, and yet...

What do you want me to do? she shot back. Wander the Realm of Darkness all broken and gloomy, pining over what I lost and living a life of endless violence and despair? That sounds like absolute misery to me.

For once, that voice of critique from inside of her had no retort, and Aqua sat back smugly. Her hand stroked the curve of her tummy.

That nexus of doubt had come from somewhere, after all. Her whole life, Aqua had strived to be the perfect girl--to live for the light and do well by everyone. But being the perfect girl also meant adhering to standards of propriety... and while her old self hadn't balked at stealing whispered moments of pleasure with Terra, willingly (perhaps even eagerly!) opening her legs to monsters and bearing their children was far beyond what the old her might have ever imagined even in her wildest nights of fantasy.

A tiny twinge in her stomach, tangible as a butterfly's worth of pressure against her hand, stole her out of her reverie. And yet... and yet.

Here she was, pregnant with monstrous children for the dozenth time in her life.

Her breasts ached. Leaning back with a sigh, Aqua settled in a comfortable nook of the tree's twisted roots, legs played across the soil. With one hand she reached down to cup and press her tummy, hopefully providing comfort to the creature within, while the other reached up to idly knead against her sore breasts. She moaned behind her teeth, the soreness unfurling through her body in a deliciously burning ache. Her stomach was heavy against her hand. Gradually, as she continued kneading, she dipped her hand lower... lower still...

And the Keyblade Master hissed as she found her womanhood.

Practiced fingers found her clit, making her blush and moan from the pressure as she played with it, gently swirling and nudging. Every push sent pleasure branching through her, searing like hot iron, and she surrendered to her own touch.

How strange... even when she wasn't breeding with the Heartless, the Realm of Darkness had become a place in which pleasure had become her default state. She was far more open and comfortable with her own body, her own sexuality, than before she'd started. Even if she made her way back to the Realm of Light, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to fully return to the way things used to be. Between the endless sex and self-pleasure and the intermittent violence as she had conflicts with the more ruthless Heartless, Aqua came to believe that the Realm of Darkness was a place governed by physicality in all its positive, and negative, forms. What would Terra think of it?

...Terra...

The thought of her long-lost fellow apprentice sent a whorl of emotion through her, and Aqua's fingers stopped flickering momentarily over her sex. The entire reason she was in her was because of him. She had sacrificed herself to save him... she hoped beyond everything that he was all right.

But what if he was--and he came to rescue her? What if he found her like this? Swollen with a beast's offspring...

The thought was hers, not borne from her more critical inner voice. For the first time in a long, long while, Aqua's heart pained as she felt real doubt for the first time. He would doubtless piece together what had happened. There was nothing else but the monsters to lay with in a place like this, after all. Would he judge her? Feel disgust? Would he...?

Another twinge from her stomach yanked her out of her spiraling thoughts. The little one inside was already quite active. Motherly warmth spread across her, counteracting her self-doubt. Her head cleared and she was able to look at it more objectively.

Terra himself had flirted with the darkness. He had always been more prone to passions, more likely to buck authority. He would not judge her for this. If anything, he and he alone would understand...

Aqua remembered the last time they'd had sex, the night before their Mark of Mastery exam--the night before it all went wrong. Each had wished the other well, but only Aqua had passed. The embarrassment and frustration of being held back had been too much for him...

But that night, Terra had held her close in the quiet confines of Eraqus's tower, their short voices mingling in unison, cut off as lips met and tongues swapped. He'd slid into her and she'd keened...

As their bodies had rocked in mutual orgasm, they'd vowed to be there for one another. And I kept that vow, Aqua thought, blooming with pride. I allowed myself to fall to this realm instead of him. And without that, I wouldn't be here... ripe with offspring. In a way, they're symbols of that vow. Symbols of our devotion...

With positive memory flashing over her, making her flush and gasp, Aqua shut her eyes tight and imagined Terra. His strapping physique with his chiseled muscles and tanned, cinnamony skin; his kind eyes; his deep voice. And those very passions which had made him easy prey for the darkness were what she loved so much about him. He had clawed out of their manipulations at the end, had led the charge against Xehanort. And even if it had all been according to some twisted design of the ancient master, that didn't change their loyalty to one another--or to how he made her feel.

She relived that old experience, that tryst in the nook of the castle, and she happily came, strumming her sex and plumbing her own depths. As she panted, sweat beading on her head, she felt the squirming activity of the Heartless inside of her, stirred up by all the attention. "Soon, little one," she panted. "Soon."