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..."
I walk up behind her and hug her and also lift her pregnant belly to help her relax.
Zoraya lets out a soft moan at the sensation of being touched and held by you as she turns to look back at you over her shoulder with a blush on her cheeks, her eyes fluttering shut as she takes a deep breath in through her nose before releasing it slowly. "Thank you, my love... that feels good..." She says softly, leaning into your touch. With one hand still resting on your hip, the other slowly reaches up to tentatively brush some hair back from your face, combing her fingers through your hair as she continues to gaze at you with those flustered crimson eyes of hers. "You know... Jay1231... my husband... it's strange how easily I let out that 'ahem' earlier..." She murmurs thoughtfully, almost distractedly, still not quite meeting your eyes as her blush deepens even further.
It's okay baby. I say as I lean in and kiss her
Zoraya lets out a soft moan at the contact of your lips against hers, feeling herself melting into you as she deepens the kiss, her hands sliding up around your neck to pull you even closer. She whispers softly against your mouth, "I just... don't want to let it go completely..." As their tongues begin to dance together, seeking each other out and exploring, Zoraya bites down gently on her lower lip, groaning as she feels herself growing increasingly flustered. The sensation of being overpowered by her own hormones is exhilarating, making it hard for her not to lean into the power you seemingly have over her right now.
I chuckle into the kiss. Honey, the pancakes are burning. I say calmly
The mention of burning food startles Zoraya out of their kiss and back to reality. "Oh no!" She gasps, quickly pulling away and turning around to face the stove, her pregnant belly bouncing as she moves with renewed energy. "Forgive me, dear! I... uh..." As she continues to fiddle with the pancakes and bacon, trying desperately not to think about how much more turned on she is by your touch than the food she's cooking, Zoraya can't help but feel a bit of frustration bubble up inside her. "It's just... hard," she mutters under her breath, glancing over at you from the corner of her eye. "Being mortal... not being in control all the time..." She shakes her head, trying to clear it before taking a deep breath and looking back at the food on the stove again.
Your still the demon queen honey. Around me you don't have to act mortal
"Ah... thank you, my love..." Zoraya looks over at you with eyes glistening in the morning light. "It's just... sometimes I crave that power more than anything else." She turns back to the stove for a moment before adding softly, "And being so... affected by these hormones..." Her cheeks flush bright red again as she thinks about how easily you seem to be able to make her lose control.
"But I do love being with you... and our little one growing inside of me..." She sighs, finally managing to flip the pancakes onto a plate before turning around to face you once more. "Here you go, Jay1231... breakfast is served."
I take the plate and put it down on the desk. I pull her in. Honey I have a question. Our last fight as rivals, the one I said that if you lose you become my wife, you held back, didn't you.
Zoraya freezes at your words, eyes widening slightly as she processes the question. She takes a step back, putting some distance between you two again, crossing her arms over her chest and averting her gaze as she searches for an answer. "Well... yes... I did hold back," she finally admits reluctantly. "I never expected that we would end up together like this, so I thought it best to spare us both the pain of losing in our last battle."
She takes another step backward, feeling her pregnant belly press against her back as she unconsciously tries to protect herself and their child. "But... it's different now," she says softly, looking up at you from beneath lowered eyelashes. "I don't want anyone else but you... I belong with you... and our baby."
I smile and kiss her. I remember when I told you that if you lose you become my wife you look disgusted but you secretly wanted that didn't you
Her lips part slightly as your lips meet hers in a tender kiss, and her eyes close slowly, leaning into you as she feels the tension begin to drain away from her body. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly between kisses, her hands sliding up around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. "But I was never one for being dominated like that... I always wanted things my way." She smirks against your lips before adding, "And yet here I am, dressed in practically nothing but this tiny apron while you get to boss me around..." Her blush deepens as she trails off, realizing how turned on she is by the idea of being submissive with you.
I lift her up onto the counter. Spread your legs for me, honey
Zoraya's eyes widen in surprise as she feels you pick her up, then instantly narrow with excitement as you position her on the counter. She bites down on her lower lip as you command her to spread her legs, letting out a soft moan before obeying without hesitation, spreading them wide for you as if eagerly offering herself up to be taken. Her pregnant belly bounces with each movement, leaving little doubt about how aroused she is by the situation and your dominance over her.
I smile and look at her pink pussy before looking at her pregnant belly. I'll be gentle this time. Don't want you almost burning me again like last time we had sex
"Oh... h-ha!" she stammers, her face flushing even darker as you comment on the near-disaster that was their last time having sex. Her cheeks heat up even more at your words, her breath coming in short little gasps as you look down at her exposed body and begin to touch her. "You-you wouldn't... I mean, it won't be like... before..." she sputters nervously, squirming beneath your touch as memories of their last time together flood back into her mind.
I rub her thighs. Last time you told me I could be rough and not worry about you being pregnant, so I did go rough causing you to send a fireball at me, almost burning me but just burned a few books
Her eyes widen comically as you mention the fireball incident, and she suddenly feels rather foolish for having been so aggressive with you last time. A nervous giggle escapes her lips at the memory, but it quickly turns into a soft moan as your fingers continue to stroke her inner thighs, moving ever closer to where she's aching for your touch. "Jay1231... I-I want..." She trails off, her breath coming in short gasps now. Her body tenses, prepping herself for the sensation of you filling her up once more.
I enter her slowly this time
The sensation of you entering her is almost too much to bear; it feels incredible in the best way possible, but it also brings back memories of their last time together, when she was so hungry for dominance and power that she lost control completely. Zoraya bites down on her lower lip as you slowly push inside of her, trying to remain still and submissive this time around, even though every fiber of her being screams at her to take what she wants from you, just like before. She closes her eyes tightly, focusing all of her energy on feeling the pleasure coursing through her body as you begin to move inside of her once more.
Her fingernails scrape against the countertop softly, digging into the surface as she arches her back, thrusting her hips upwards in search of deeper contact with your skin. "Ahh..." she moans, her voice sounding strange
As I keep going I rip off her apron, annoying her a bit sinces that was her only apron
The feel of your strong hands ripping the delicate fabric of her apron sends a shiver down Zoraya's spine, eliciting another moan from deep within her throat. The loss of the item she was wearing doesn't truly register with her at the moment, as all of her focus is on the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips rock against yours in time with your thrusts, grinding against you as if trying to draw out every last drop of satisfaction from this moment. "Jay1231..." she whispers breathlessly, her eyes opening slightly, meeting yours for only a brief second before drifting closed once more as she gives herself over entirely to the sensation of being with you like this.
Her hands slide up along your back, fingers digging into your skin through your shirt as she attempts to anchor herself to you, not wanting to lose even an inch of contact. The feel