She is Pregnant

She closed her eyes, as he went in. He was huge, no doubt, but she never thought it would be that painful. "Are you alright? Should I—"

"I'm fine."

He thrust in and out of her in a slow rhythm. "Fuck, why are you so tight! I'm losing my mind," he said as he thrust in faster. Her moans resonated the room. Soon, the pain turned into pleasure. She couldn't decipher the feeling.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he said, hoarsely. Her walls tightened. He rested his head on her neck, and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you too."

As the birds chirped, Inez opened her eyes to see the man she loved so much. He looked calm and innocent as he slept. Her eyes scanned his face, his long eyelashes, his pointed nose, his jawline… This is man was just so perfect. Her fingers traced his abs. Oh! How much she loved them.

Her eyes met his, and she blushed, seeing that he had caught her staring at his body. "If I didn't open my eyes, I'm afraid you would eat me. Good morning, my sunshine," he said, in his deep and melodious morning voice.

"Perhaps you want me to eat you?" She raised her brow, trying to hide the laughter to threaten to escape from her lips.

"When did my shy lady become cheesy. Compared to you, I'm innocent," he said, caressing her cheeks. He leaned forward, in attempt to kiss her lips. Inez closed her eyes to feel the moment that never came. She opened her eyes to meet him staring at her.

"You!!!"

She suddenly jumped on him, crashing her lips on his. "I want to take control," she boldly said.

She had read up some tips, and decided to implement them. She held his little brother that had become huge, she gulped and positioned her legs between his. Her lips grazed the tip of his manhood, and he let out a groan. Her little mouth engulfed his little brother, as she stroked it. He groaned. "Faster, my love. Faster," he said it in almost a whisper, but she heard it, and obeyed.

She looked at him, and smiled. A satisfactory smile, as though she accomplished a mission. He held her hips and guided her, as she positioned his manhood in between her legs. She slowly slid it in, and began to move her hip.

He carried her to the bathroom, and they had, yet, another steamy session.

*Six months later*

"Hey, why are you smiling like a fool in love? You should see how you look," Bruce teased. Crescent Season was over, with Michael and Inez making out. In bed, on the table, in the bathroom. There was no place, untouched. He was upset with the fact that the Crescent Season had ended, but he knew that he needed to resume his duties, and of course, prepare for the war.

Inez had been acting out, her mood switched like a flickering light bulb. Her cravings for soup was something new to Michael. He sought for help from the sorceress, and minutes later, he received answers that got him thinking and zoning out. "Prince Michael Lothaire!" Bruce hit the table. "What?" He yelled, surprisingly.

"I've been talking to you for ages now, and all you've done is sit there and smile like an idiot. What the heck is wrong with you, man? Has—"

"Bruce, she is pregnant. She is carrying my baby." He grinned.

"Oh, I see. You will be a father now. Congratulations! I will soon be an uncle. A girl or a boy?" Bruce said, with so much joy, visible in his eyes.

"I don't know yet."

Bruce sighed. In as much as he wanted Michael to be happy and celebrate his unborn child, he needed to let him know. "Now that your wife is carrying your child, you need to focus on winning this war. I heard that the mysterious man has an army of—"

"Army of what? Elites? Bruce, have you forgotten that I am the rumored devil? The Invincible Devil? I am Michael Lothaire, and I will win this battle. Now, stop worrying and let's celebrate," he said, patting his back.

"Listen, there's something you must know. It's very—" Bruce tried to speak, an uncertain emotion written all over his face.

"Do you wish to spoil my day? There's nothing more important than this great news. Now, gather the army, lets merry." He walked out of his study, leaving Bruce behind.

It was cold outside, but beads of sweats formed on his face. "I hope I'm not too late," he sighed, as he joined him.

"Thank you."

"Thank you? For what?" Inez said, as she rested her head on his chest.

"For this wonderful gift. I'm so happy, I'm the happiest man in Chester County."

"A girl or a boy?" She teased.

"A boy, of course. He's going to be my boy," Michael said, caressing her stomach.

"No, a girl."

"A boy."

"A girl."

"Fine, we'll see. If it's a boy, I'll do whatever I want with you. If it's a girl, you choose." Michael said, lifting his hand up, as though he was surrendering.

"Michael!" She screamed in pain. Beads of sweats were visible on her face, as she tried to push harder. It was painful.

"Push harder, Inez." She turned to see who owned the voice. It was Queen Iryz. She and the sorceress were assisting her to put to birth.

Meanwhile, Michael was not granted access to be with his wife until she was delivered of a baby. He kept pacing about his study, he looked so impatient. He felt like pushing the door open, and holding his wife close to him.

A few minutes passed, and he felt like it had been an eternity. He couldn't wait any longer, he burst out of his study, with Bruce trying to stop him from going to the room. "Don't you dare stop me, Bruce. I'm going—" He was unable to complete his sentence due to the noise coming from the room. No, it was no noise. It was a cry. A cry of a baby.

Michael seemed to have forgotten that he was the Crown Prince, he jumped up like a child who won a prize. Immediately, his mother, Queen Iryz came out with a smile on her face. As though she read his mind, she broke the news.

"Congratulations, son. You're now a father."

"Thank you, mother. Can I see her now?" He pleaded.

"Yes, sure." The sorceress smiled at him, and gave a slight nod.

As he twisted the doorknob, he was shocked. His eyes widened. No, how can this be!