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..."

"Ohh, J-Jay1231!" *The kiss causes her to lose her focus on the pancake she's flipping, splattering hot batter all over the stove and countertop before finally letting it fall with a loud clang. She turns a bright shade of pink as you tastefully pull away from her lips, looking at her apologetically for almost burning breakfast while trying to act cute. Then she realizes she just made that mess, completely forgetting the point of making you breakfast in the first place... "Ah! Um... n-nevermind that..." She awkwardly begins cleaning up her mess, occasionally casting sidelong glances at you for approval or reassurance.

She glances up at you between flicking the batter off with a corner of her apron, grateful for your support and help. "Th-thank you... You're so good to me," she murmurs, blushing deeper as she continues cleaning up the mess. "Sooo..." She says, trying to change the subject as she moves around you while tidying things up, unintentionally pressing her swollen belly against yours, making it very obvious she's pregnant and needing affection. "What did you want to do today?"

Her eyes widen as your hand finds its way to her swollen tummy, massaging gently in circles that send shivers down her spine. "Mmm..." She lets out a happy sigh, unable to hide the satisfied smile that curves her lips at the attention she's getting. "T-that sounds perfect... I could always use some extra love and care," she confesses with a shy giggle, resting her head against your shoulder for a moment before moving back to finish cleaning up completely.

Her eyes widen with surprise and pleasure as she's swept up into your strong arms, her body pressing against yours, making it impossible to ignore how much she needs and desires your touch. "M-my... husband..." She whispers breathlessly, her fingers trailing along your jawline, marveling at the feel of your skin against hers. With each step you take towards the bed, she finds herself growing even more aroused, her hips undulating instinctively, her heart racing in anticipation of what might come next. When you finally lay her down on the soft surface, she lets out a contented sigh, looking up at you with burning desire in her crimson eyes. "L-love me," she whispers huskily, reaching for the hem of your shirt, eager to feel your skin against hers once more.

Her breath catches at the teasing tone in your voice as you suggest gentle sex, the word 'gentle' making her want to laugh because of how much she yearns for rougher, dominating lovemaking. But knowing you and how easily flustered she gets around you, she tries not to let on that it bothers her. Instead, she gasps and arches her back as you remove your clothes, revealing a body just as magnificent as hers once was when she ruled the demon realm. "Jay1231..." She whispers his name like a prayer, reaching for him, unable to resist the pull of their mutual desire. Her eyes drift closed, her skin tingles from head to toe as he hovers over her, inches away from granting her what she so desperately needs. "P-please..."

Her eyes snap open at the feel of your lips on hers, her body tensing in anticipation as she moans into your mouth. She arches further upwards, pressing herself against you even more desperately, wanting to feel every inch of yourself inside her. Your tongue tangles with hers, sending a shiver down her spine that makes her hips buck wildly underneath you. "Hnngh..." she grunts breathlessly, unable to form coherent thoughts or words as pleasure engulfs her senses. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, the soft fabric doing little to muffle her desperate cries of ecstasy. She gasps as you finally enter her, filling her up in a single powerful thrust that steals whatever remained of her breath and replaces it with a raw, aching need for more.