Page 33 of Demon Lord's Proposal

Deus's hands are everywhere, roving over my body, tracing the curves of my breast, the slope of my waist, the flare of my hip. He breaks the kiss, leaving me gasping for air, and drops to his knees before me.

Gently, he begins to unlace the complicated array of ribbons and ties that hold my wedding dress together. The patience and care he shows make me feel worshiped and cherished. Once the dress falls away, I'm left in nothing but a tantalizing pair of black, lace panties and matching bra.

Deus leans in, and his warm breath tickles the skin of my stomach as he places gentle kisses there. He moves lower, his tongue tracing the waistband of my panties before he begins to pull them down. He exposes me, leaving my most intimate place on display, a position of vulnerability that I willingly surrender.

Standing, he unbuttons his dress shirt, baring his taut chest and torso. He shucks off his pants, leaving him gloriously naked. This is my husband, my demon, my Deus.

He moves in close, his hard length pressing against my stomach. I can't help but moan when his hands find my breasts, gently kneading the sensitive tissue before he moves on to my nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

"Ready to start a family, little bride?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous in my ear. I merely nod, my throat dry with anticipation. With his hand on the small of my back, he leads me to the bed, laying me gently down on the soft silk sheets.

His eyes are locked on mine as he slowly climbs up my body, his erection leaving a slick trail on my skin. He reaches my breasts and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his fingers tug at the other. I gasp at the twin sensations, my body alight with arousal.

Deus continues his journey upwards, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. When his face is above mine, he brushes a stray lock of hair from my face. "You're mine, Sage. You're finally all mine," he whispers before leaning in for a deep, slow kiss.

And with one powerful thrust, Deus plunges into me, filling me with his impressive length. I cry out at the sudden stretch, my walls fluttering around him, adjusting to his size.

He starts to move, long slow strokes that stoke the fire within me. I wrap my legs around him, urging him on, desperate for more. "More, Deus, faster," I demand my voice husky.

He grants my wish, picking up the pace, the bed rocking beneath us with each powerful surge. Our skin slaps together, the sound echoing in the room mixed with our pants and moans. The pleasure ripples out from my core, radiating through my body as I climb higher and higher.

"Oh, that's it, little bride. Take it. Take all of me," Deus growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases the same peak. He hooks a hand under my knee, pushing my leg up and to the side, his cock hitting the perfect spot with each thrust.

"I'm... I'm..." I can't finish the sentence, my brain short-circuiting as the pleasure peaks. I tip over the edge, my body convulsing beneath him as my release rushes through me. As my walls milk him, Deus growls, his body tensing as he follows me over the edge.

"You're going to be a mother, Sage. My baby is growing inside you," he groans before he collapses, careful to keep his weight off me as we both pant, trying to catch our breath.

"And you're going to be a father, Deus," I whisper back, my hand moving to my still flat belly, where our child is growing. I can't help the smile that crosses my lips; our future stretches ahead of us, and I know we'll face whatever comes our way together.

21

SAGE

EPILOGUE

Iwake up to the soft, ethereal glow that always seems to permeate our bedroom above Slim's. My hand instinctively moves to rest on my slightly swollen belly, a smile tugging at my lips. The contentment I feel is unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

"Good morning, little one," I whisper, caressing the bump. "Ready for another day of adventures?"

As I stretch and sit up, I catch a glimpse of myself in the ornate mirror across the room. My appearance has changed subtly but noticeably since becoming pregnant. My hair, once a deep auburn, now shimmers with an otherworldly purple sheen. My skin seems to glow from within, and my eyes... well, they've always had flecks of gold, but now they practically sparkle.

I can't help but reflect on the whirlwind of the past year since Deus and I got married. It's been a rollercoaster of joy, challenges, and everything in between.

"Remember our honeymoon?" I muse aloud, still talking to my belly. "Your father thought it would be romantic to take me to the Blazing Pits of Eternal Suffering. Can you believe it?"

I chuckle at the memory. Deus had been so proud of himself, thinking he was showing me the height of underworld luxury. It had taken some gentle persuasion, and a few not-so-gentle hexes, to convince him that maybe a nice, quiet corner of Elysium might be more appropriate.

But for all his missteps, Deus has been my rock. Our relationship has deepened in ways I never thought possible. He's still gruff and intimidating to others, but with me, he's shown a softness that melts my heart.

Sighing contentedly, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and begin my morning routine. First, a glass of water infused with a mild revitalizing potion - safe for the baby, of course. Then, I open my special pregnancy supplement box.

"Let's see," I murmur, sorting through the vials and bottles. "Prenatal vitamins, check. Mild stabilizing elixir, check. And... ah, there it is, my hexeblood booster."

I've had to be incredibly careful about maintaining my powers while ensuring the baby's safety. It's a delicate balance, but one I've managed to perfect over the past few months.

After getting dressed in a flowing, comfortable dress that accommodates my growing bump, I head downstairs to Slim's Last Chance. The bar is quiet in the early hours, but even in the dim light, I can see how much it's changed since I first arrived.

The walls, once a uniform smoky gray, now shimmer with subtle iridescent patterns. Comfortable booths line one wall, each with its own unique enchantment for privacy or ambiance. The bar itself gleams with a polished sheen, the bottles behind it organized not just by type but by magical properties.

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