Page 38 of The Demon's Secret Baby

He's quiet for a moment, his fingers still tracing patterns on my skin. "You know…I wouldn't mind seeing your stomach swell with another one of my children," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

The thought sends a thrill through me, a warmth spreading from my core. I look up at him, my eyes meeting his. "Really?" I ask, my voice soft.

He nods, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Really," he confirms. He leans closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Fuck, I can't get enough you. It's hard not to keep myself buried in you."

I sigh, even as the words stir desire inside of me. This is what I was missing. It feels like the last of what was holding us back has shattered and now I have him — all of him.

"I wouldn't mind."

A growl erupts from him and, faster that I can follow, he's flipped me on my back and is hovering over me. "Be careful, Sunshine. I might just stay inside the cunt permanently with words like that."

I give him a grin, reaching up to stroke his horns as my legs fall open. "Please do."

19

VOLEZIMIR

As we walk through Ti'lith, Kaelox's small hand in mine. His mismatched eyes dart around, taking in the imposing architecture and magical runes etched into the walls. Pride swells in my chest as I watch him, my son, half-demon and half-human, a perfect blend of Zylpha and me.

"Ready for your lesson, little one?" I ask, my deep voice softening as I address him.

Kaelox nods eagerly, a grin spreading across his face. "Yes! I practice."

This time, we enter Tolmond's study, a circular room filled with arcane artifacts and shelves upon shelves of ancient tomes. The air crackles with magical energy, and I feel Kaelox's grip tighten slightly.

Tolmond, a tall, slender demon with intricate markings covering his skin, greets us with a nod. "Ah, young Kaelox. Let's see what progress you've made."

I take a seat in the corner, watching intently as Tolmond begins the lesson. He starts by having Kaelox summon a small flame in his palm. My son's face scrunches in concentration,and for a moment, nothing happens. Then, a tiny spark ignites, growing into a flickering flame.

"Excellent," Tolmond praises. "Now, let's try something new. Can you change its color?"

Kaelox's brow furrows, and the flame wavers. Slowly, it shifts from orange to a deep, royal purple. My chest swells with pride. At his age, I could barely maintain a flame, let alone manipulate its properties.

The lesson progresses, each exercise more complex than the last. Kaelox levitates small objects, creates illusions of butterflies that flutter around the room, and even manages a rudimentary shield spell. His power grows with each success, and I can't help but marvel at his potential.

As the lesson nears its end, Tolmond presents a final challenge. "Let's see if you can combine what you've learned today," he says, placing a feather on the table. "I want you to levitate the feather, surround it with your colored flame, but keep the feather from burning."

Kaelox's eyes widen, but he nods determinedly. He extends his hand, and the feather rises slowly into the air. The purple flame appears around it, carefully controlled. Sweat beads on Kaelox's forehead as he concentrates, keeping the delicate balance between fire and protection.

For a full minute, he maintains it, but the strain overwhelms him and the fire engulfs the feather and then burns out. Kaelox deflates, but I kneel besides him.

"That was incredible."

His eyes turn up to look at me and then dart to Tolmond, who nods. "I'm very impressed." This brings a smile to Kaelox's face, and the demon says, "I think that's enough for today."

I stand up, taking Kaelox's hand, and Tolmond watches us. "He's really improving. A faster learner."

I grin down at my son. "He's amazing."

As Kaelox and I make our way back to the castle, the streets of Ti'lith buzz with demonic activity. I keep a protective hand on my son's shoulder, guiding him through the throng of ebony-skinned demons going about their daily business.

"Dad, look!" Kaelox points excitedly at a street vendor selling glowing crystals.

I'm about to respond when a familiar voice cuts through the noise. "Well, if it isn't Volezimir and his... offspring."

My jaw clenches as I turn to face Azrathel. The demon towers over us, his obsidian skin gleaming in the dim light, multiple sharp horns forming a crown-like structure on his head. His red eyes bore into mine, a false smile playing on his lips.

"Azrathel," I nod curtly. "What brings you to this part of the city?"

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