Chapter 24 - Blair
December was here, and the holidays were right around the corner.
It’s been about a month since my heat, and I’ve been more fatigued than usual this past week.
Asmodeus has been more touchy-feely towards me than he was before.
But I think that was because he was trying to respect my boundaries when we first started our relationship.
He constantly has his hands on me, rubbing my middle and mumbling to himself about how excited he is, and he can’t believe how lucky he is. I’m not entirely sure what he’s talking about, and it’s been a bit odd, but I don’t mind the sentiment, nor do I call him out on it.
After my shift at the bakery today, I went straight home and into the shower.
I spent my time under the hot water, warming my skin.
Afterwards, I went ahead and got some panties on and found myself in bed, wrapped up in the cozy blankets and wrapping myself around his pillow, taking deep breaths of his scent. I fell into a deep sleep easily.
When I awoke, there was a warm body of muscle behind me, with a strong, heavy arm around my waist. I wiggled my hips back, getting a growl in return, and tightening his hold on me. I can feel his sudden bulge against my ass, rubbing myself against it.
“Good afternoon mate, did you have a good nap?” he growls.
I nodded my head in agreement. I did have a good nap; I obviously needed it due to the fatigue. But having him next to me has spiked my libido. I moan as I push myself against his erection, his tail sliding up my thigh, close to where I need him.
He slides his hand up my middle, engulfing my breast and pinching my nipple between his fingers. “You’re always needy for me… I love it,” he growls. He rubs himself against my ass as he continues to play with my nipple.
“Only for you,” I breathily say.
He growls again, this time darker and more possessive, “Good.” His tail moves up and penetrates my sex, already wet and ready for him. His tail is definitely not as thick as his cock, but I love the way it plays with me and fills me.
His other hand languidly found its way to my clit, rubbing slow circles around it and on top, barely putting any pressure down. His tail matched the same pace as his hand, languidly working itself in and out of me. I was surprised by how wet I was when I woke up.
“Is this going to be a new normal?” I moan as he continues his onslaught.
“Mmm, what is going to be the new normal? Constantly pleasing my mate whenever she wants or needs me? Yes, it will.” His words made me melt.
“N-n-no, I meant always being wet and ready. But I’m happy to hear you’re at my beck and call.” I grind myself against his length again, trying to get more friction on my clit. But this demon loved to tease me.
“Yes it is. You will always be ready and wet for me,” he nips at my neck, making me moan. I loved when he bit me.
He smacks my ass cheek. “Come, mate. Let us go eat, hmm? I can hear your stomach growling from here. I must take care of you.” He gets up off the bed, leaving me needy. I whine at him. This is the first time he has stopped me from orgasming like this.
“You can’t get me off first?” I pout.
He smacks my ass cheek again and chuckles. “First we eat, then I will give you as many orgasms as you would like, deal?”
“Okaaay, fine.” I slowly move myself off the bed and start heading down the stairs with him.
When I made it downstairs and into the kitchen, whatever stench radiated from the trash was nauseating.
I ran to the bathroom that was closest to the kitchen, throwing up multiple times in the toilet until there was nothing left.
A groan left my lips. I haven’t thrown up in a while.
Now that I think about it, when was my last period?
Well it had to be before he claimed me, making it at least a few weeks.
I could hear Az at the door to the bathroom. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” He asks.
I groan as I lean against the toilet, still feeling nauseous. “No, I’m not okay. I feel nauseous.” The gears start to turn in my head, counting the last time I had my period. “Do you think I could be pregnant? Should we get a test?”
He’s quiet for a few moments, making me look up, and a giant smile is on his face. He steps towards me and picks me up in his arms. “You are most definitely pregnant. You don’t need a test, but if it will make you feel better, we definitely can.” His voice radiated happiness.
“Why don’t I need one?” I ask skeptically.
He gives me a bashful smile. “Well, I knew I impregnated you right after your heat ended. I had a feeling about it when I was in rut that I was successful, but I wasn’t one hundred percent certain until I could tell from your scent changing.”
Oh, right okay, that makes sense. Fertility demon being able to tell when their mate is pregnant, duh. “You could have at least told me,” I say as I swat at his chest playfully.
He places his hand over mine. “I wanted to, but I didn’t think you would believe me or be too shocked. Isn’t it normal for humans to wait multiple weeks before they can tell?” He asks, confused.
I nod. “Yes, that’s true. I can see what you mean now,” I say slowly. Of course he was just doing what he knew to be normal for most humans. I probably wouldn’t have believed him, he’s not wrong.
His cheeks turn a dark shade of purple now. “Plus, I knew you were going to get pregnant anyway. I wasn’t in a rush or too worried,” he shrugged.
I cock my head sideways. “What do you mean?” curiosity about my mate piqued.
“The first heat after claiming is the most intense and the most potent. Once we find our mate and claim them, our sperm changes to become extremely fertile. This is because our bodies ensure we aren’t before.
We basically draw blanks until we meet the one.
But on top of that, I had gone through the first rut of my life as well,” he explains.
“But, if you want me to be honest with you, I want to keep you impaled on my cock, my knot locking in my seed, impregnating you constantly. I want you swollen and round with our young yearly,” his voice soft yet husky and dark.
My pussy clenches around nothing from his admission.
I can feel his cock thickening against me.
“I’m not a broodmare,” I say while scowling at him.
“That’s true, you’re not. But you can’t lie to me mate. I can tell by the way you perfumed that you like the idea of me impregnating you again. Just wait until you find out all the other things my come can do for you,” he growls, making an obscene moan escape me.
“Like what?” I demand from him, grinding myself against his abs, most likely leaving a wet spot.
He carries me out of the bathroom, my body wrapped around him. “Let me go show you,” he whispers into my ear. I nod my head into his shoulder as I kiss and lick his neck. Nibbling and sucking the skin as I go, I whimper from the delicious taste of his skin.
He carries me to the bedroom, where he gently places me on the bed. He pulls down his sweatpants, and his cock bobs in the air, fully erect. “Come here, let me give you some of my seed, and I promise you will feel better.”
I lick my lips, entranced by the way it bobs in the air. “How?” I ask quizzically. Wondering how his come could make me feel better.
“Since you’re pregnant, my body is responding to yours. If you swallow me down, it will help with the nausea. Just think of it as ‘I’m providing you the medicine you need.’”
I giggle. “It’s not like swallowing you is any hardship.” I move on the bed to where my head is on the edge. I look up at him and open my mouth, waiting for him.
“Good girl,” he growls as he grabs his length and places it into my waiting mouth.
I swirl my tongue around the tip, collecting the bead of precome before he slides farther in.
He runs his hand through my hair, grabbing a fistful, holding my head still.
I moan around his length from the way he takes control of my body and uses me the way he wants.
He growls as I try to swirl my tongue around his crown when he slides out.
“You love it when I manhandle you, don’t you?
You love sucking on my cock, huh?” I nod my head as best I can as he thrusts his hips forward, going deeper in my throat.
I try to suck as best I can, wanting him to come down my throat.
He has both hands in my hair now, holding my head still while he continues to fuck my face.
Unable to move away, but he gives me plenty of time and opportunities to breathe.
“I’m really close,” he groans. Spurring him on with my tongue, trying to rub it against his length and tip.
I move my hand and reach out to stroke his sac. Massaging and pulling on his balls.
His hips stutter as a loud groan escapes from above me, his cock jerking in my mouth, ropes of come spurting down my throat.
I drink it down greedily, the taste becoming addictive.
His movements are short and gentle now, as he continues to come, drinking all of it down.
He finally pulls back and bends down to kiss me.
He gives me a few minutes, allowing it to settle in my stomach. “How are you feeling?”
I nod, realizing that the nausea has indeed gone away, and I’m feeling a lot better now. “Surprisingly good. I’m flabbergasted that it worked.”
He gives me a sweet smile. “I’m glad it did as well. I was a bit skeptical, but glad to know the elders weren’t fooling with us,” he laughs. Demon customs were unusual, but I was thankful for how useful his come was.
Even though he had just come, his cock had started to inflate again.
I raised an eyebrow at him, and he sheepishly smiled.
“What can I say? Providing for my mate turns me on,” his cheeks darken in color from blushing.
How did I get lucky? I’m glad I risked everything to move, and I’m reminded by that fact daily.
Not only did I find my mate, but now I was pregnant and we were going to have a baby together.