If you’re still taking requests, how about Demiurge showing off his well-bred, pregnant prized ewe? (I saw what you sent on Discord 😏)
A/N: HAHA! When I saw you screaming about it under that channel, I died. Yes, a very lovely idea. X3
Being a prized ewe to the devilish ambassador, there certainly was never a dull moment.
In all his attempts, he finally got her pregnant. It felt as though it took forever—far longer than it would have taken if she were paired with another human.
“So, crossbreeding between humans and demons is possible and not just a mere fairy tale of sorts,” Demiurge mused aloud. However, he considered his genetics to be more powerful than any other demon out there.
So he chalked it up to the fact it was him who bred her over any other of his subordinates he would even dare consider sharing with. He was the reason for the miracle.
But regardless, he never accounted for this. Trying to find her clothing that would be suitable had to be tailored by himself. And of course, he went out of his way to hide his considerate behavior behind the fact he didn't want to harm her or the baby. In doing so, the devil would gift her with very revealing choices for clothes.
The worst part of any nightmare occurred when Demiurge was asked to attend a gathering of sorts in one of the nearby kingdoms on The Sorcerer Kingdom's behalf.
She, of course, had to go as well... but in a dress that covered up pretty much the bare minimum.
“Are you sure this is... okay?” she asked, trying to make sure the slit gown didn't expose her panties and pregnant stomach underneath.
“It will be fine,” Demiurge insisted. He had dawned the Jaldabaoth mask and persona, having the world believe Ainz had conquered him. “Besides, I will be there to protect you. Don't you trust me?”
She nodded, even if there was something that made her uneasy about the situation.
When everybody at the gathering would go silent and look in their direction, she couldn't tell if they were doing that because of her or because of the so-called Demon Emperor that had terrorized some of the nearby cities.
The whispers were hard to listen in on but, through it all, she clung to his side like he was her only safety.
“G-Greetings, Emperor Jaldabaoth,” Jircniv called nervously.
“Greetings, Emperor Jircniv,” Demiurge responded in kind.
The human emperor couldn't help but stare down at the woman at his side. “I, umm... I see you have a captive of sorts?”
Everybody could tell Jircniv couldn't understand what the best name to use for this woman was. No doubt everybody was under the assumption that's why she was there.
“No,” Demiurge answered firmly. “She's mine, and it was I who got her pregnant.”
Everyone in the room seemed either horrified or intrigued. Even this world didn't seem to welcome the thought of half demon children.
He grinned underneath the mask as he grabbed her wrists, bringing them together to pull above her head. “You can look if you so wish to. Besides, I wanted to show off my accomplishment.”
She was shaking, not sure how to feel about her swollen belly being on display for others to view.
But, as expected, some of the men in the room came closer to lift the revealing gown out of the way to view her stomach a bit better. Apparently, some were in disbelief. Nobody wanted to actually believe a demon could get a human woman pregnant while others were more fascinated by it in other ways.
Feeling strangers touching her made the woman quiver. If there was any hand she wanted on her body, it was to be Demiurge's.
But the devil delighted in her agony. He wanted her to compare the touch they could offer to his own. His twisted grin in her discomfort was hidden from sight.
Jircniv showed his unease a bit when looking at her swollen belly. “Ah, what do you plan to do with it once it's born, my Lord?”
Demiurge caught something in the emperor's voice. His head snapped in Jircniv's direction, the red of the eyes glowing rather ominously. “It is my baby, and I plan on raising it.”
The human emperor was taken a bit back by that answer.
“She is mine to breed with, Emperor Jircniv...” Demiurge continued, almost as a warning. “...and this is merely one instance out of several she'll be heavy with my child.”
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19. FEAR - What is your greatest fear as a writer?
37. PLANTS - What is your favourite thing about the world of your WIP?
49. WRATH - Do you prefer writing endings or beginnings?
Thank you for the ask! From this ask game.
19. FEAR - What is your greatest fear as a writer?
My interest jumping onto something else, and leaving something unfinished because of it. It has happened before, it will happen again. I just hope I get as much as possible done before it comes to that.
37. PLANTS - What is your favourite thing about the world of your WIP?
I like that the Order of Fire — an international organization dedicated to research as well collecting and preserving of knowledge — is generally respected. People work with them, not against them.
Also — magic :D
49. WRATH - Do you prefer writing endings or beginnings?
Endings!
Now funny thing is, it is harder for me to write them, because I wanna do the story right, while for beginnings, I just jump in somewhere in the middle of shit hitting the fan. But I've written way more beginnings than endings in my life, and I love finishing a thing.
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