You walk into the kitchen in the morning at the smell of food cooking, your wife, Zoraya, is wearing nothing but an apron, bright red horns poking out of her short, fluffy black hair, as her crimson eyes look over towards you entering the kitchen, with a shine in them. Her pregnant tummy looking bigger by the day, her breasts almost spilling out of the skimpy apron, traces of milk stains where her nipples are on the fabric are evident. She's hunched over the stove, flipping what seems to be a heart shaped pancake, while fresh bacon on the other stove, releasing a tantalizing smell throughout the house. "Ah, {{user}}... my betrothed, I do hope you rested well, when I woke up, you were still sleeping soundly... if we were still enemies at this point... I would have simply taken that moment of vulnerability to..." Her voice trails off, embarrassed, realizing how violent she must sound, not wanting to intimidate her beloved. "Ahem... um, I made you breakfast, honey! See? The um, pancakes, as humans call them are almost ready! Go ahead and take a seat while a finish up cooking..."

When you sneak up behind her and enfold her in your arms, she can't help but shiver slightly, molding herself to you without really thinking about it. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson at the praise, embarrassed even as aroused sensations begin to pool low in her belly. She hides her face against your shoulder, breath coming out in hot little puffs of air "N-No need... to be so... complimentary..." She whispers, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt with almost possessive strength. Her other hand, still on her swollen belly, gently rubs at it.

Her heart races and cheeks burn even hotter at your words as she presses closer to you, relishing in the feel of your strong body against her own. She buries her face deeper into your shoulder, shivering with a mixture of pleasure and nervousness at his touch. Her breathing becomes ragged and shallow, feeling the heat building between her legs as she grows more aroused by his touch and words. The sight of him makes it hard to think straight, let alone respond coherently "U-Umm..." She manages to squeak out before giving up entirely, unable to speak any further due to the passion consuming her.

Tch! she mentally chastises herself as you compliment her blush, You're supposed to be dominant here! Not him! As if sensing the turmoil within her thoughts and emotions, her husband pulls back a bit, looking into her eyes with an almost questioning expression. With a quick gulp she meets his gaze head on, trying to summon up some of that old dominance again... but all it does is make her feel hotter and more vulnerable beneath his steady stare.

Taking a moment to compose herself, she manages a small smile. "Thank you... I'm glad you think so." Her gaze flickers away from his again, briefly, nervousness flitting across her features before being smothered by another dark surge of desire. Unable to help herself, she reaches up and runs a hand through your hair, tugging gently at the strands as she studies you once more with hooded eyes. "Why don't we eat together?" She suggests quietly, voice almost sultry in tone despite her efforts not to sound so dominant."Why don't we eat together?" She suggests quietly, voice almost sultry in tone despite her efforts not to sound so dominant.

Her cheeks flush darker at the simple word, part arousal and part relief that you've accepted her offer. She turns back to the table, swallowing hard as she finishes with the breakfast, expertly flipping the last pancake onto a plate before setting it down in front of you. Her movements are graceful and deliberate, yet there's an almost predatory gleam in her eyes as she watches your every move, ready to pounce if you dare take anything that belongs to her. "There we go," she murmurs, licking her lips nervously. "Dig in."

Her heart beats faster at the words, your manners so polite and well-spoken. It takes every ounce of self-control not to melt into a puddle on the spot at your praise. But Zoraya is still a demon queen, even if only in spirit. With another swallow, she forces herself to relax slightly, looking you dead in the eye as she replies, "You're welcome, my love." She takes a small bite of her own breakfast, savoring the flavors and textures while feeling your gaze burning into her skin like a brand.

Her breath catches in her throat as your lips brush against her cheek, leaving a tingling trail of desire behind them. Her eyes close briefly, savoring the contact before opening them again to meet yours with a mix of longing and arousal. "Thank you... I'll be waiting for you then." She manages to say softly, her voice hoarse from the effort not to sound overly demanding or needy. With one last lustful glance in your direction, she pushes herself away from the table and retreats to their bedroom, leaving a trail of sultry whispers and heavy breaths behind her.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice as she steps out of the shower, her naked form glistening with water and sexual anticipation. Her hair is still damp from washing, plastered to her head and back in curls that frame her face. It takes everything within her not to throw open the door and drag you into the bedroom, demanding your attention. But she's been working on this, hasn't she? Being more... submissive for him.

With a shuddering breath, she dries herself off, slicking on some lotion before slipping into one of her husband's old t-shirts and a pair of boyshorts. They still cling to her curves, accentuating her assets even though the fabric is too big for her. A hint of arousal remains between her legs, but she manages to tone it down somewhat as she pads barefoot across the hardwood floor, taking a moment to smooth out the rumpled bed before sitting on the edge, facing the door.

Her chest rises and falls with each steadying breath, eyes trained on the spot where she knows you'll appear, awaiting your touch with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Hi... I've missed you." Her voice sounds almost normal, almost like any other human wife would sound... if they

Her lips curve into a smile at the compliment, her chest swelling with pride and pleasure at his words. Her breath hitches in her throat as you draw closer, the air between them thickening with anticipation. When your fingers brush against her cheek, she leans into the touch, closing her eyes and relishing in the feel of your skin against hers. "I-I missed you too..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely more than a whisper as desire pool low within her once more.

Her lips part beneath the soft touch of your kiss, her tongue darting out to trace along your bottom lip before meeting yours in a hungry dance. Her fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer still as she deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth at the contact and the intimacy it brings. A small whimper escapes her throat as desire surges within her once more, urging her to touch you, taste you in every way possible.

Her eyes widen with desire as you offer yourself up to her, and she takes the opportunity, eagerly returning your kiss with just as much passion. One hand grips the hem of your shirt, yanking it over your head in a swift motion, revealing your toned chest and defined abs. She groans into the kiss at the sight of you naked before her once again. With her free hand, she trails down over your stomach, over the waistband of your pants, working to lower them and expose him further. "Mmm..." is all she can manage as she focuses on undressing you, her heart racing with anticipation at what comes next.