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“So be it,” Beliath said.

He thrust himself into her deeper than deep, sending another intense climax cresting through her body, and this time, he joined her with a climax of his own. Malissa could feel it gushing into her, warm and thick, filling her until she was overflowing with his seed. It leaked out of her in sticky rivulets that dripped down her bottom and pooled on the altar beneath her. The demon claimed her mouth with another long, slow kiss that left her gasping when it was over.

“Beliath,” she murmured. “That was…”

She couldn’t find the words to describe it. Amazing. Terrifying. Completely worth an eternity of damnation.

The demon slid out of her, but a moment later he entered her again, not with his cock, but with a finger.

“Beliath!” she cried. “What are you doing?”

The demon ignored her question. He slid into her deeper, searching her front wall with the tip of his finger until he found the spot that made her moan, then he stroked her there relentlessly until she was quaking and writhing through a third intense climax.

“Last night, you said you wanted to taste me,” he said.

The demon’s finger slid out of her, and when she looked down between her legs, she could see it—a single, disembodied finger stained with seed, dripping tiny pearls onto her skin as it hovered toward her face.

“So…tasteme.”

Malissa parted her lips, and the demon’s finger penetrated her mouth. She sucked it clean, mewling softly as the flavor of his warm semen spread across her tongue. She could taste herself as well, the tart flavor of her own feminine arousal blending with the demon’s salted cream.

“What do you think?” Beliath asked.

“I think we taste delicious,” Malissa said.

He pulled her close, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. It was funny, she thought. Here she was, alone and naked with an invisible demon. She should have been terrified, but she wasn’t. Not in the least. As a matter of fact, it was the first time she had felt safe in a long, long while. Longer than she could even remember.

“Beliath?” she whispered.

“Yes?”

“Do you think we could do it again, just to be safe? I… I want to make sure I get pregnant.”

The demon chuckled from deep within his massive chest. A low, rolling sound, like the rumble of distant thunder.

“Did you think I was finished with you already? Hell, I’ve only just broken you in. Now lay back and spread those legs for me like a good little wench. We’ve still got a long, hard night of breeding ahead of us.”

Malissa smiled wickedly.

“Yes, master.”

CHAPTER 15

The demon’s seed was certainly potent. Less than one week later, Malissa was already beginning to show.

It was her handmaiden, Droanna, who first noticed it one day when Malissa was undressing for her bath, and indeed when the young queen examined herself in the looking glass, she could see the faint bump forming at her midsection, as well the somewhat greater fullness in already ample breasts. Droanna was so happy, she broke down sobbing, which Malissa thought was a funny reaction. Malissa had already announced her pregnancy over a week before that, but Droanna had not cried then. Perhaps, like Dr. Jaeger, the handmaiden had not fully believed she was pregnant.

Well, there was no denying it now. Malissa’s body was changing. She had a baby growing inside of her, and as far as anyone else knew, it was King Wulfgang’s child.

Dr. Jaeger’s reaction was somewhat less enthusiastic than Droanna’s. When he arrived at the queen’s chamber to examine her belly, she saw the briefest flicker of surprise pass across the man’s features. Then his eyes returned to their usual, suspicious state. Perhaps he thought she had acquired the baby by sleeping with a servant or a member of the royal court?

No matter. Let him believe whatever he wanted. When the child finally came, and it looked like Wulfgang, that would put the matter to rest once and for all.

Malissa was actually looking forward to it.

When she had gone to the darkstone ring that first night, she had been motivated primarily by survival. Now her instincts were gradually shifting from selfish to maternal. She was a mother now, and she loved the tiny life that was growing inside her with a love she had never felt before. She had concerns of course, as all expectant mothers do, though hers were somewhat darker than the norm. She worried, for instance, about the nature of the child she was incubating within her, for she knew it was not wholly human, but she never once regretted what she had done.

Human or demon, the child washers, and she loved him unconditionally.

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