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PART 8

I got alarmed by how quickly I started showing. I mean, really showing. Within two weeks, I looked like I was a heavy six months.
The excruciating pain of the growth spurts didn’t get any easier to handle, either. They came at random. Some lasted a minute, some lasted hours. Night was the worst time. For some reason, when I laid down, that’s when my belly wanted to grow.
There was nothing I could do when it happened. So many nights I laid there, trying to rub the pain out of my womb or put counterpressure on it. I’d squirm, sweating and panting. Sometimes I laid in my bed, sometimes I got on my knees on the floor, thinking maybe a change of position would help, but it didn’t. I’d groan just as loud as I had when Valefax inflicted this on me. I’m sure everyone could hear it, the way I moaned and cried, the choking sounds I made as I strained to take it, my sobs and my eventual screams.
No one came to check on me, and I figured they must have orders from Valefax not to.
They hadn’t even started kicking yet, which told me they were still small. Which meant there had to be a lot of them. Enough that I wondered if my body could handle it when they grew large enough to be born.
I continued all the same drudgery as before. I worked, and then I went to nurse the twins because they weren’t nearly done. Only now I was exhausted and carrying who knew how many little demons inside me.
The only break in the misery was when Valefax would have me taken to his chambers. He’d tell me to strip, then he’d lay me back on the bed. He’d put some kind of oil on his hands and rub all over my belly, and my breasts.
Only with his huge hands over the mound of my stomach did I find any relief. He took his time. I saw the smirk and the gloating in his eyes. He couldn’t have been more smug as he rubbed circles over his handiwork. Just like before, my body wasn’t mine. It obeyed him. It grew and ached and carried his heirs and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Nothing but suffer as much as he allowed me to suffer.
When he did this to my belly, it was still torture in it’s own way. Because once he started on my tits as well, my pussy got so, so wet. The massive hormones and his thumbs across my nipples drove me out of my mind. I offered him my cunt every single time, sometimes I begged. My pussy throbbed with need and I would’ve done anything for him to turn me over on my hands and knees and fuck me so hard I forgot my whole stupid life.
But he never did. He told me not to even think of touching myself and then he’d step away and I’d watch him jacking himself off. Taunting me with the pleasure he wouldn’t give me, the orgasm I desperately needed but couldn’t have. He’d smirk and he say things like, “Oh, witch. You should feel how hard I am right now. Your cunt is so swollen and soft, I do not know if you could take me. I could bring you over here and sit you on my lap if I wanted.”
And I’d bite my lip and put my knees together and I couldn’t stop my hips rocking back and forth because my cunt desperately need some kind of sensation, anything. I wanted it so, so bad. I felt delirious with need. I knew how he’d feel inside me. I knew how big he was, and I remembered how even when I’d been screaming and struggling to get away, my body spasmed in climax.
Only, he never gave me permission. I watched him make himself cum, to the point where just watching it, I was desperate for him to get there, too. I needed to see his muscles tightening, his head thrown back, the sound he made when the spurting of seed finally came and covered thighs.
I even begged him to just cum on my face. I thought maybe if I just felt that hot seed on my skin, maybe it would relieve the desperate agonizing need.
He would laugh and send me away.
The only time he didn’t tease was when he felt their first kicks. That time, he just rubbed my stomach over and over until one of his advisors came and said they needed him.
The larger I got, the more pain I endured, the more he teased. Sometimes I left his chambers sobbing because I just needed relief and nobody would give it to me.
I thought that I’d spend the next however many weeks or months in this state, and didn’t know if I could endure it. Then Valefax turned up the heat.
He instructed the head servant to give me even more physically onerous tasks and to have me do them where Valefax could see them. I’d end up on hands and knees outside his chambers, scrubbing the floors, my belly now hanging heavily. Anything that could be awkward or difficult for me to do while hugely pregnant, he had me do.
And if it wasn’t that, he would come and watch me nurse. I think that got him off most. Watching me nursing his sons while having a belly so big they could lay on the top of it. A belly full of even more heirs. I was bred and milked at the same time, a perfect animal made for squeezing out his babies. There was no more of me left to take or claim. He really seemed to love watching when I nursed while having a growth pain. My struggle not to scream, not to groan too loudly, and to keep holding them up while my whole body shook with pain.
Then, one day, he came to me while I was scrubbing the floors. Usually he only did that when I was having pain and he wanted to watch me writhe.
“Your physical endurance is impressive enough, but I think there is more in you to be tested,” he told me, standing over me. He sounded oddly quiet, and not taunting or teasing at all.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He gestured for me to follow him, I did. He took me not to his chambers, but the throne room where he had knocked me up the second time. There was a table by the dais.
On the table was my old work uniform, from the fast food place. Complete with the shoes I used to have to wear and everything.
“Don’t worry, I had them cleaned,” he said.
“Am I gonna go back there?” I asked.
“Not there, no. But you will go back.”
“I don’t get it.”
He went and sat on his throne. “You will dress yourself and return to your parents. You will tell them you are expecting once again and invite them to dinner. You should impress upon them how proud you are to be in this state, with my heirs and that you were wrong to be ashamed the first time.”
I shook my head. “Valefax, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Are you too ashamed to go back there? Perhaps you were lying after all when you said you were prepared to break the curse.”
“I’m not ashamed, I’m saying that I don’t know how they’re gonna react. My dad kinda has a temper and he was really pissed the last time.”
“If you are sincere, then you will know how to deal with his anger. Of course, if you are not sincere…”
I let out a big sigh. “Okay, fine. Let’s get this over with. But if something happens, I fucking told you so.“
"Such talk from one who is trying to prove her devotion,” he said and he finally smiled.
I dressed in the old uniform, which felt tighter than it ever had, and Valefax had me sent back to my old house. My parents were both home. My heart started racing. I didn’t expect to be so nervous about their reactions. And I didn’t expect for it to feel so strange to see where I used to live. It didn’t feel like home anymore, it barely felt familiar.
My mom answered the door and I smiled at her. Maybe time had mellowed her.
She gasped at my huge belly and put her hand over her mouth. “Lillith, what have you done?” she asked. She stepped out of the door and looked around. “Get in here before someone sees you!” She pulled me into the house and slammed the door behind me.
She dragged me into the living room and I heard my dad coming down the stairs, asking, “Who’s at the door, honey?”
Then he saw me standing there. At first, he looked shocked. Then horrified, like he’d just seen the most disgusting sight of his life. “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded to know.
“Hey dad,” I said, giving him a little wave. My cheeks burned. “I…umm…I had something I wanted to talk to you about.”
He sneered. “If you think we’re going to let you stay here and squeeze out another filthy abomination, you’re wrong.”
I ignored the comment. Invite them to dinner. Tell them Valefax and the babies were the bestest thing ever. Just do it and get out. Then I could tell Valefax I tried, but unfortunately my parents are assholes.
“No, that’s not what I meant. I came here because I wanted to invite you to have dinner with me and Valefax,” I said.
“Who is he?”
I put my hands on my stomach without thinking about it. “He’s the father. You should come and meet him.”
My mom scoffed. “Meet him! Why would we want to meet the demon scum who took our daughter from us and turned her into his breeding whore?”
“You’ve got it all wrong. That’s not how it is,” I said and I started to get frustrated. “You don’t understand. Valefax is a Prince of the Dark Fire. You have any idea what that means?”
“Ah, so he’s the biggest, most disgusting monster of them all,” my dad said.
“No!” I shouted and I stomped my foot. “He’s a prince. He’s got all this money and power. He’ll be the Dark Emperor one day. You know how many people would be lining up to carry his babies? And he picked me! That’s an honor!”
I couldn’t believe it, but I actually meant those words. They surprised even me. Suddenly the dark fire started to make a little more sense.
“What is wrong with you!” he shouted. “You pathetic slut! Is this how much he’s brainwashed you?”
“What’s wrong with you, dad?” I shouted back. “What is your fucking problem that you won’t even meet him? Just because of what you think he looks like, because of what his son looked like? If he was good looking and fit in at the country club, would you care if he was a demon? I don’t get it. What’s so important that you kicked me out after I’d just had a baby.”
“Lillith, you know better,” my mom said. “We have a reputation to protect. What would people think of us if they knew? We have always been considered upstanding members of this community. What you’re doing is filthy. It’s not right, it’s not what is good, decent people do. I wish we’d never let your grandmother tell you anything about witchcraft.”
“So that’s all you care about?” I asked and I couldn’t believe, looking at them, that they were so swallow and vicious and…small. They were so pathetically small. Just two cookie cutter gated community types like all the others who did nothing important at all. Who just looked nice but never mattered. I couldn’t believe I’d spent months being ashamed of what I was doing just for them. I was fucking changing the course of a war in hell.
“You obviously don’t understand,” my dad said.
The dark fire ignited my anger and I wanted to hurt them. Hurt them because they’d forced me to have Valefax’s firstborn son a floor like an animal. And then made me feel like I was dirty. I wanted to take something from them, and I knew exactly what.
“You know I had two more, right?” I asked him. He looked confused. “This is my third pregnancy. The second time, it was twins. While I was working at the restaurant. I mean that literally. I had the twins. In a bathroom at the restaurant. And do you know who was there? Ashleigh and Bree from my economics class. They recorded the whole thing.”
“That’s disgusting,” my dad said, like he wanted to spit at me.
“They got rid of the video, I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore. I’m proud now of this…” I looked down and rubbed my stomach almost sensuously, just to piss him off. “I want all our friends and neighbors to know how lucky I am. I’ll tell them when I see them around. I want everyone to see me like this and know who I am.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I so would. All your friends are going to see me. See your daughter, your little girl, walking around pregnant with a demon’s babies.”
Suddenly he punched me. Brutal and fast and in the center of my belly. I hurt like hell and I couldn’t breathe. He pushed me down and I fell onto the coffee table and it broke. My mom was screaming at him and I was dazed. My belly hurt and the wind was knocked out of me. I tried to roll over and get up, but he kicked me. The toe of his shoe connected with the side of my big pregnant stomach. The pain shot through my whole body. He kicked me again and again. I put my arms around my stomach to protect it. Everything thing moved too fast.
He stopped. I looked up shaking so hard and too afraid to look at my belly and take stock of the damage. If anything happened, Valefax wouldn’t bother sending me to a breeding farm, he’d just kill me.
“I think we can take care of this problem,” he said, catching his breath. I knew instantly what he meant. He meant to destroy them and make sure I couldn’t do this again.
I had no hope. Valefax wasn’t around to defend me, and my mom would just let it happen. If I didn’t do something now, it was all over. Which, frankly, offended the shit out of me. It wasn’t gonna end like this. Not like this.
The dark fire became a dark inferno. From the ground, I looked him in the eyes, I raised my hand and I let the magic of the dark fire work its will. I screamed with the deepest fury I’ve ever felt and the house went dark and something exploded.
When the lights came back on, my dad was up against the wall, blood coming out of his nose and ears, wheezing. I knew that I’d crushed his body from the inside. He wouldn’t live very long. My sobbing mom went to him.
I would’ve left but at that moment, the absolute worst growth spurt - more painful than all the others - hit me. I rolled onto my back and I couldn’t even groan. I just panted and trembled with my whole body and tried to think of how to get up and get back to hell.
Somehow, when I needed him most, he heard me. I knew he’d come when the lights flickered and I smelled the scent of hell in the air. My mother screamed like some chick from a horror movie.
Valefax shouted, “Silence!” And she shut up. He stood over me and crouched down. “What happened?” he asked.
I couldn’t tell him because I couldn’t speak. I trembled and shook my head. He very carefully lifted my shirt and looked at my belly but did not touch it. Then he carefully pulled it down again. He very gently touched my face, kissed my forehead. I didn’t understand why, but I actually felt a little better.
Then he stood up.
“I am Valefax,” he said, walking towards my dad, slouched against the wall and my mom next to him. He stalked like a predator approaching trapped prey. “I am a Prince of the Dark Fire. Evidently, you did not appreciate my invitation to dinner. A simple no would have sufficed.”
“We didn’t…we - we - we didn’t…” my mom sobbed.
“Did not what? Finish your sentence, madam.”
“Mean to hurt…her.”
He clicked his tongue. “You should not lie to me. I have had one of my soldiers watching, invisible, this entire time. He heard and saw everything. Your husband intended to rip my children out of her. For that, he dies. The question becomes what to do with you. You did not yourself suggest such a thing and you mostly stood screaming. Useless, but enough that I think I may spare your life.”
A tiny smile came over my face, through the pain.
“Th-thank you.”
“Of course, you will be punished. You did, after all, lock the mother of my child away in her room and disown her after bearing my son. All for the sake of your vanity,” he said. “I see why Lillith has had such trouble in overcome her own.”
“If people had known about - about the b-baby then…”
“Then what? I would not finish that sentence were I you, woman.” He turned around. “Let us see what your daughter has to say. She may be more merciful than I.”
I rolled over on my side, hoping to push myself closer to them. I could breathe a little better. “Take everything from her. She tried to…take it…from me.”
He nodded and told my mom, “You are going to become a murderer. When I leave, you will not remember this. Instead, you will believe that you have killed your husband. When you are arrested everyone who’s opinion you value will find out that you killed him when he learned that he is not Lillith’s biological father, because you have been unfaithful to him for years, whoring yourself to anyone who would have you. More and more sordid secrets will spill out, each more humiliating than the first. They will not be true but that is no matter. You will hear nothing but their whispers behind your back, feel nothing but their disgusted glares on you. It will drive you to madness and mad you shall remain after that.”
I heard her sob and beg him not to. She sobbed even louder when Valefax bent down and said to my father, “You tried to rip my heirs from her womb, so I will rip something as valuable to you from your body.”
The wet, squishing, tearing sounds of Valefax’s hand ripping my dad’s throat out got buried in my loud, pained moan. Inside me, the babies kicked and it hurt. I rubbed my stomach, mentally begging them not to hurt me anymore. I rolled onto my back, but it didn’t make it better. Tears came to my eyes and I wondered if I’d make it, if I could last any longer like this.
My mother passed out under the effect of Valefax’s magic and he came to me. He crouched beside me and put his huge hand on the top of my belly.
“You were right, I should not have sent you here,” Valefax said. He looked down at me and seemed very sad. “Would you like me to free you from this misery now?”
I couldn’t make sense of the words. “Wh…what?”
“It occurs to me all too late that I have endangered your life many times now, simply for my own satisfaction and spite. This mad game we play, this exchange of pain and power and pleasure, has me in its thrall as much as you. It is not, however, worth your life. I see now that your death is not what I truly desire,” he told me. I had never heard him speak like this to me before. I felt things I hadn’t felt before toward him. “To carry my heirs in this way could be deadly for you. If you wish it, I will relieve you of them.”
I got what he meant, and I suddenly wanted to shred his face. I rolled myself over on my side and grabbed a big shard of glass from the coffee table. I pushed myself away with my legs, breathing hard, staring at him, hating him.
How goddamn dare he? All of this he’d put me through, everything I had become, and he’d take it away because he felt bad?
“No!” I screamed. I lashed out and swung the shard at him, but missed. “You fucker! Don’t you fucking dare! Get away from me. You’re not taking them, I won’t let you. You can’t just give them to me and take them back.” I tried to stab him again but missed by a mile.
“Lillith, be calm.”
I couldn’t be calm at all. “These babies are gonna rule hell, and you wanna yank them out because you feel bad? You’re gonna be the Dark Emperor for fuck’s sake! You think I couldn’t have gotten rid of Cadriax if I wanted? But I didn’t. It was my purpose. I loved it even when I hated it I wanted to be helpless in front of you. Only you. I only wanted you to be able to…you were gonna show me how much I could take we make each other powerful. You did this to me because I’m powerful and you need me. We make each other powerful. I won’t let you take that, I won’t…wo…”
I got so dizzy I couldn’t tell up from down anymore. I’d hyperventilated so hard I was about to pass out. I slumped over to the side and Valefax caught me. He lifted me onto the couch.
“As you wish,” he said. He knelt down and tore my shirt open completely. I worried that maybe I’d heard wrong and he was about to go through with it. I tried to sit up. He held me down easily with one hand. “I will never again let it enter my thoughts. And you will never again wear anything like this. You carry my children, you will be attired appropriately.”
He leaned over me and kissed my belly, just where one of the bruises was starting to form.
I faded out of consciousness. He took me back to hell. I was in and out, and eventually I was just out.
I woke up expecting to see the walls of my cell. Instead, I saw the walls of a very large room. And I wasn’t on my hard little mattress on the floor. I was on a bed. A big, soft bed. And all around me were things I recognized from my room. Possessions I thought were lost because I couldn’t go back for them. I had it all back.
Valefax had brought me my entire room.
I tried not to start crying but I was wore and so goddamn pregnant and hormonal. I wanted to sob and I wanted to ride a big fat dick all at the same time. Which was becoming normal.
I also had clothes. A lot of clothes. Ones from my old room and new ones, too. A lot of dresses. Beautiful dresses that must’ve cost a fortune. I dressed in one that didn’t seem too fancy but clung to me and showed off how big I’d gotten.
I smiled and cried at the same time. I just wanted to run around the room looking at everything and touching it and thinking that it was mine again. I put my hands on my belly and rubbed it. I got the same thrill I had the first time all over again A dark secret in my belly, and the delicious deviance of being knocked up and possessed and made to serve with my very womb. Serve because he needed me, he had to have me.
My stomach growled. I wanted food, but I didn’t know what time it was. I was about to go to the door when somebody knocked.
“Uh, come in, person with weirdly good timing,” I said.
The head servant and one of the nurses came into the room.
“Good evening, my lady,” he said and gave me a little bow.
“Good evening to you, too,” I said. “Have the servants eaten yet?”
“Yes,” he said. I deflated a little. I guess I’d have to wait for breakfast. “But it is no matter to you. You will not eat with the servants any longer. Lord Valefax commands that you take your meals where and whenever you like. You may ask for anything you like at any time, day or night.”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked, starting to feel like laugh-crying all over again.
“Yes. Lord Valefax has taken the liberty of having the kitchen put something together for you. He hopes you will enjoy it thoroughly and asked me to convey a message: ‘if you like the meal, may I lube you up and get in it’.”
The head servant said the words with obvious embarrassment. He didn’t get the joke, but I did. When the servant snapped his fingers, someone else brought in a covered tray.
The servant put it on the table and lifted the cover. It was the same thing Valefax had brought me the first time I was pregnant and starving. And it smelled just as amazing.
“After you are finished, Lord Valefax asks that you join him in his chambers,” the head servant replied, then left.
I was glad nobody was there to see me eating so messily and so fast. I couldn’t help myself. At that particular moment, it was the best meal I’d ever eaten. The little demons inside me agreed. With kicks and little wings sweeping across my womb. I could see the faint bumps even through my tight dress.
When I finished eating, I went to Valefax’s chamber. He was waiting for me.
“Was the meal to your liking?” he asked.
I smirked. “Well, if you’ve got the lube, let’s do this thing.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he said. “On the bed. You know how this is done.”
I pulled off my dress and got onto the bed. When I laid, sitting up against the pillows, I saw all the bruises on my belly and how bad they looked. Valefax climbed onto the bed, his hands slick with the oil he would rub all over my belly and breasts.
“Go gentle,” I said. “I don’t want it to…you know.”
Valefax shifted closer to me. He put one warm hand at the top of my belly. “Don’t want it to what, Lillith?”
“Hurt…them,” I said. I didn’t realize until that moment how much I wanted to do this, and how much I’d secretly loved bringing demons and monsters into the world. I liked the idea of being the bad, bad bitch who made princes and princesses in her belly. Not sweet little babies, but demons, real demons.
“It would take more than this to harm them. Your womb is far stronger than even I imagined,” he replies. His hand slowly circled around my stomach. He paused when he felt one of them turn inside of me. “There have been many who did not think you would survive this far.”
“And you?”
Valefax bent down and started kissing my breast. “You are too stubborn a bitch to give up so easily.” He put his lips to my oversensitive nipple. “Oh, and you are to cease nursing any further. I want these to myself for a while.”
His teeth bit down a little on my nipple and I gasped, I squirmed. “Valefax!”
“Yes?”
When he let go, I asked, “So what does all this mean now? I mean, are we good?
“Lillith, you and I will never be good. We shall be passionate, we shall hate each other, we shall even, in time, trust each other implicity. I would go as far as to say we shall one day love mutually. As you said, we make each other powerful. But we will never be something so mediocre as good.”
I liked that. I liked thinking that maybe this would be part of all the dark things we’d do.
“I’m ready to break the curse,” I said.
Valefax flicked his tongue over my left nipple a few times just to get me writhing before he answered, “I believe you may well be, but the time is not yet here. When it is and I release you from the curse, you will be my consort.”
“Empress,” I said, and I put my hand over his on the underside of my pregnant tummy. “You feel them? Feel all these babies I’m about to give you? Would you really get off on it as hard if it was anyone else? No, you wouldn’t. That makes me your goddamn empress, because you’re gonna be emperor pretty soon.”
He leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth, his hot tongue sliding past mine as his hand rubbed wide, firm circles.
Then the pain came. A growth spurt that hurt so much I saw black spots in front of me. I groaned into his mouth and arched my back.
Valefax pulled away. “Are they growing yet again?”
“hNNNNNNNNN!!” I groaned with my teeth gritted hard. “Uhnnnnnn…Valef -guuuhhhhhhhhhh. Help me, plea….Ahhhnnnnhhh!” I tried my best not to scream in his face, but I didn’t know how much longer I could take it.
He nuzzled close to me with a possessive hand still on my throbbing, expanding belly. “Oh, witch. You are a sight. I have never held you through such a thing. I feel it under my hand. Your womb growing bigger and tighter.” He kissed my throat, my face. His hard on dug into my hip. “So many nights I stood outside your door and listened to you crying out in pain. I stroked myself until I spilled all of my seed because your groans aroused me so. I want to do this to you over and over. There is no freedom for you now, witch. I will never cease filling your belly with my children.”
Tears fell down my face, and the dark fire rose inside of me. Through the pain, I felt this roaring need. A need to push past this and into something more excruciating and more powerful.
“Fuck me!” I cried. “Valefax, fuck me. Hard. Now!”
He looked me in the eye. “Are you sure?”
“Yes just fucking do it!” I screamed, half begging and half in agony. “You put them inside me like this - hnnnh hhhhn gnnnnnn ah ah ah - Valefax!”
“I will not grant you climax,” he told me, with a smirk.
“I don’t care please! GGGGGHHHHH! VALEFAX!”
“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.
I slowly rolled over and got onto my hands and knees. My belly hung very, very low but didn’t quite reach the bed.
I felt Valefax’s hot hard body against my ass as he positioned himself behind me.
“Why the fuck are you waiting?” I demanded when I didn’t immediately feel him slide in.
He grabbed my hips hard and pulled me back. “Do you remember when you asked me if I really wanted my heir to feel ‘daddy violating mommy’ as you put it?”
I nodded. “Yeah I - uhhgghhh…yeah.”
“This time I do want that,” he said. “Let us have a safeword because I will not listen when you cry for me to stop. I will not stop for anything save that.”
“Cadriax,” I said. I shrugged a little as I tried to breathe through the continuing pain. “It’s a word we totally wouldn’t use during sex.”
“Fair enough,” he said and he slammed into me without even the slightest warning.
I screamed at the invasion of his cock and the way it hit up against my tender cervix. I felt the force of it through my whole womb. Everything inside my belly shook. He thrusted again and again, slow but brutal.
I let myself go. I let the pain and the instinct of the dark fire take over. I wanted to spur him on because I wanted him to really, really love it when he heard my pain, when he conquered me. I wanted him addicted to me and my cunt and all the things I could make him feel.
I sobbed and I begged. I told him how much he was hurting me. Over and over, “Please stop it hurts so much Valefax you’re hurting me so bad you’re killing me” and even “too much please don’t do this to me, don’t do this, the babies Valefax you’re gonna hurt them please stop”. I groaned into screams. I even begged for help.
And each time he ignored me and kept going, I got a little wetter and tighter. The pain became electrifying. I’d never felt so much of anything. His cock inside me was like a brand and each time he rammed inside me, he was marking me with the bruises as his. He leaned over my body and grabbed my breasts. He squeezed them painfully hard and milked them.
“Yes you are my cow, my fat little cow with a belly full of my babies!” he growled at me, his control as lost as mine. “Next time I intend rape them into you when you least expect it. I will simply pin you down and make you a mother all over again. How does it feel to push out one of my heirs against your will? Terrifying and painful, I imagine, and completely out of your control.”
I moaned loudly and the pain transitioned in something better. It still hurt but inside me something began to happen. Something that felt like pleasure maybe. “Oh fuck you have to stop you have stop, Valefax. AGHHHHHHHHH. AGHHHHHHH! The babies oh fuck oh fuck the babies please it’s too hard I can’t take it please the babies…oohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Valefax slapped my ass hard. “Witch, do you think I care? I will simply stuff you with more. Should you fail to give me my heirs I swear the next time I will burden you with twice as many and chain you to a bed until they are born and if I am not in a good mood you will not be unchained when your labor begins!”
I imagined myself in just such a position. I imagined hardly being able to move at all, or to push. I imagined watching my stomach grow until I couldn’t see over it and Valefax sitting there, watching me and doing nothing to help except placing two of his children at my tits so they could nurse while I struggled to deliver the others.
“Oh fuck oh fuck I’m sorry I think I’m gonna - nnnnnnnnn…”
I was so, so, SO close when Valefax screamed and plowed into me rapid fire, digging his nails into my soft flesh. I felt him pulsing inside me and his balls moving as they emptied themselves into my bruised cunt.
As soon as he was done, he pulled roughly out of me. Leaving me just moments shy of actually getting to cum.
I couldn’t believe it. THAT close and he wouldn’t let me. I hung my head and noticed that my belly now actually did touch the bed.
I screamed in frustration, in fury, in blind need and pain. I sat down, turned around and took a swing at him. He caught my arm. I thrashed around like I’d lost my mind. I sort of had.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he soothed me, pulling me in closed and holding me still. “Lay down, Lillith. You have exerted yourself enough. What we said was only fiction, we do not wish to endanger what you carry.”
It took a while for him to calm me down, but eventually he did. He oiled my body slowly and the tension left me. Eventually the growth spurt ended all together.
“Why won’t you let me cum?” I whined as he took a breast in each hand.
“It is for a special occasion,” he replied, and that’s all he’d say about it.
Valefax let me stay for a long while before he sent me back to my room. I was hungry after all that, so I had the kitchen make me tacos. Because I was weird and pregnant and wanted tacos. I sat on my bed, smiling, eating tacos and thinking that things were gonna be okay. Valefax and I would play our games, I’d somehow survive this monster pregnancy, he’d be emperor, I’d be empress, and it would all go smoothly now.
I was so fucking wrong. I can’t even believe how wrong I was.

PART NINE
A MARKED DIFFERENCE
By the time the bruises on my belly faded, I’d become so huge it scared me. Getting out of bed or chairs was difficult, sometimes I needed help if I wanted to do it quickly. Walking had to be done very slowly and I ached all over, almost all the time. I took the pregnant waddle to a whole new level. Yet my belly still hadn’t dropped. It jutted out before me, so big I could barely see past it.
Which meant, of course, that Valefax relished every chance to summon me from one end of the palace to the other. Or taking me out on our little walks. He’d pretend we were talking about my ongoing witchy education while we strolled, but really he just liked parading me around. Indoors, outdoors, it didn’t matter.
Somehow, he always managed to walk where there would be servants, messengers, even some of his generals and advisors. He wanted me to be seen, and he wanted it clear who was responsible for me being this way.
If I had a growth spurt, he’d simply find somewhere for me to sit or lay and he’d enjoy it. If I thought he got turned on watching me feed the twins, him looking down on me as I squirmed and writhed in agony never failed to get him rock hard. Every day, at least once a day, he demanded I come to him so he could touch and oil my belly, and sometimes that turned into whatever kind of fuck he was in the mood for.
He had a lot of moods. Sometimes he was almost romantic. Sometimes mysterious. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking when I stroked and licked his cock, or oiled my breasts before I slid his huge length between them. I moved up and down slowly, feeling how the underside of my huge belly touched the floor between my thighs when I slid down and I couldn’t read the shadow in his eyes.
Sometimes he was merciless and I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure while I was screaming for him to stop.
One time it actually did hurt, and not the usual kind of hurt. This was sharp and stabby and in my womb where my (thankfully dead) father had kicked me. Maybe it was the position we were in, I don’t know. But it was wrong. Not glorious dark pain, but the kind that meant something was wrong.
I assumed Valefax would keep going even if I shouted the safeword, but it scared the shit out of me enough to try it.
He stopped. Instantly. He pulled out of me in second and asked me what was wrong as he helped me lay down. I was hyperventilating and panicking. My mind had invented a dozen terrible explanations for it. I admitted to him him that I was scared. I was shaking and so was my voice. He put his huge hand on my stomach very carefully, where it hurt.
He grinned and told me everything was all right. He felt them inside of me, strong and healthy, but I was so heavily pregnant at that point that my body had limits. Limits he would not push, at least not at that moment.
So he suggested we review my most recent lessons in magic while he slid his hand between my thighs, finding my cunt then spread the lips to find the warm wetness there. He told me to recite the spells I’d learned while he made slow circles on my clit.
I got through my entire damn lesson and he still didn’t let me cum.
Asshole.
So I didn’t think much about it when Valefax summoned me to his chambers. He’d been in a quieter mood lately. We hadn’t fucked in a couple of days, but he was busy with the war and the final surge to the temple of the Dark Fire. Once he captured it and took the fire, the crown was his and he’d be the Dark Emperor. I figured that explained it all.
When I got there, he wasn’t on the bed. He was in a chair looking sort of angry and sort of worried.
I looked at his bed and there was a gorgeous black and gold dress laying across it.
I smiled. “Not that I mind getting dressed up, but I’m also a million months pregnant here, so where exactly are we going?”
“You’ve only been pregnant four months,” he reminded me, kind of annoyed.
“Okay, next time you can carry all the huge squirmy demon babies and see how long four months feels to you.”
He stood up. “You said next time.”
“I assume this isn’t the last time,” I said. Then I got scared. I thought about losing all I had. Never feeling this again, even the pain. All the things I’d finally managed to build going away. And worse, never getting to feel Valefax’s power intimate and inside me reminding me of my own, forcing me to feel the dark fire and rise to it.
“You desire more, even after this?” Valefax asked.
I held my belly and felt a well of dark satisfaction inside me at it. All the pain, all the passion, all the power, all of it inside me and changing me. “Well, yeah. You said that princes are judged by how many heirs they have. I want to give you more than just this.”
Valefax suddenly grabbed me and kissed me for a long time. I figured we were about to get down to business, but we didn’t. He stepped away from me, leaving me wanting and my nipples desperate for a mouth or fingers to pinch them.
“My brother Masranek will be arriving in a few days time for negotiations with me. He is the strongest of my five brothers who have conspired against me, and duplicitous. He pledges himself to whomever is winning at that particular moment,” Valefax said.
I grinned. “And that’d be you. Lemme guess, he wants to join team Valefax and get some serious perks when you become emperor.”
“Exactly so,” he replied. “I am so close to taking the Temple of the Dark Fire. Once I occupy it, I am emperor. So tell me, can you guess what our bone of contention is?”
I let the obvious boner joke go. Valefax wanted me to be smart. And I was, in between bouts of stupidity. I looked at Valefax and it popped into my head. “You only want his unconditional surrender and he wants it to be a treaty, so it looks like he hasn’t lost any face and he gets to keep his army.” I looked at Valefax. There was more. “You don’t want him to do either. You need justification to kill him and get it over with and then just take his army, which speeds up your timeline for taking the temple.”
Valefax looked like he was gonna kiss me again. Then he actually kissed me again. Then he lifted my chin with his hand. “Excellent,” he said. “The dress is for you, and it has been tailored to fit your exquisitely ripe body. We will receive him at a small banquet, and you being the mother of my children are the closest thing I have to a consort, therefore etiquette demands you attend at my side.”
Then Valefax got very, very quiet and I’d never seen that kind of a look on his face. It was a heartbroken kind of look.
“He’s got something on you, doesn’t he?” I guessed. I thought about when I’d first met Valefax, when I was just a vain virgin witch who didn’t know what she’d gotten into. “He was the one who bet you that I wouldn’t want you as a patron.”
Valefax nodded. “He instigated the bet,” he said. “Because I no longer wear the glamor that hid my true appearance. There is more to it than that. I will tell you this now so it does not come as a surprise when he or Eve mention it. And they will.”
“Eve?”
“Masranek’s consort. Once, she would have been mine. She became pregnant with my child but had never seen my true form. I had no time to reveal it to her initially. Masranek had crossed my borders and provoked me. Over many weeks, I pushed him back and returned home victorious. I showed Eve my true form that night thinking it would not matter to her now that I had proven myself as a prince. However it did. Three days later, Eve was rid of her.”
“Her?”
“The child. It was a girl. After that, she ran to Masranek and declared that she served and loved him. Such a thing was a terrible loss of face and an insult to my honor as a male. For her to do such a thing was to declare, publicly, that she considered me, and thus my seed unfit for her womb. All hell saw me shamed and it has taken much doing to regain my status.”
Holy. Shit.
Suddenly everything over the last two years made so much sense. I understood perfectly why Valefax acted like he did.
The night I called for a patron, he’d gambled big that I was better than Eve. I wasn’t. I just twisted the knife by saying what Eve said, basically. His babies weren’t worth having.
No wonder he lost his shit.
He practically worshipped my belly once a day when I was carrying Cadriax. Because every day I kept him was the closest Valefax came to having a real, living heir. I kinda wished, suddenly, that I’d been nicer to him.
Cadriax and the twins being born how they were must’ve been a giant smack in his face, though. Like I was saying that even if I begrudgingly let them live, they were just garbage that I squeezed out of me. Unworthy, just like him.
Poor Valefax (a phrase I never thought would cross my mind). He was the smartest, strongest, richest, most bad ass of all the Princes of the Dark Fire and nobody seemed to want him because he wasn’t hot.
I walked up to him and looked him deep in the eyes. I put both his hands on either side of my enormous stomach. “I think you’ve more than gotten it back.”
He gently gripped my belly and held it. He breathed deeper and harder, like he was summoning up all his will to stop himself from getting hard. “Masranek and Eve will not see it so.”
“Masranek and Eve aren’t gonna be around much longer,” I said. I reached up and stroked his cheek, then lightly traced his curled horns with my palms. He shuddered with pleasure. “Tell me what you need me to do,” I said. My blood got so hot, thinking of how I’d help Valefax get his revenge. He would’ve killed the man who tried to rape me. I’d gladly kill Eve for him.
He slowly massaged my belly through the silk of my dress. “We must provoke them. Masranek lacks wisdom. He overreaches. He does not manage his affairs well. His house is always in turmoil. They expect that you will be courteous but awkward and subservient, trained like a dog. So you must be the opposite of that while not immediately appearing so. Yours must be a subtle attack.”
“Are you saying you need me to be a passive aggressive bitch?” I asked with a smile.
“Will this be a problem?” he asked. “It seems the longer you are with me, the more you lose the capacity to be truly passive. It seems I cause aggression in you.”
“Look, buddy. You may be a Prince of the Dark Fire and all that good shit, but I’m the Queen of Hot Tea. I can scald a bitch from two hundred yards with a smile on my face.”
He pulled me in close, grabbing my arms with bruising force. He looked down at me with dangerous lust in his eyes as he laughed. “You have a desire for battle in your heart. You are made for war of all kinds.”
Suddenly he spun me around and he pushed me so that I had to brace myself on a table we were standing by. He lifted up my dress and spread my legs with one knee. I heard his pants coming off. He put his hands on either side of my hips and pulled me back. His cock head pressed dangerously against the swollen and already slick folds of my cunt. Being pregnant had only made them more sensitive, which made it easier for him to torment me.
I groaned as he teased me, then I gasped when he pulled me back even further so that I was impaled on him. I held onto the table while he moved me back and forth. I wasn’t doing anything. He was using my body to get himself off and all I could do was relax and allow it, let myself be completely controlled and feel how strong he was. He held me like I weighed less than paper, like he could do it all day long. And he could. I panted and grunted like a savage animal in heat until my arms gave out and I laid my face on the table.
It was so, so good. Every in and out lit me up inside with this unbearable, needy ache. I didn’t even realized I’d started begging him, sounding as if I was sobbing. I could feel the hard wave of my own climax coming at me. If he just kept doing this, if he just let me ride it out, I could come so hard.
Valefax bent over me and continued his hard, steady pace. One hand snuck to the side of my belly and his steady thrusts became wild and fast and uneven. He growled in my ear and shuddered with his entire body. His huge wings shot out to full length. He pounded me through the last few pulses of his orgasm, then he rested against my back.
He pulled out and left me, again, so close to satisfaction and completely denied. I was ready to claw his eyeballs out.
“Do you like the dress?” he asked as he got himself tucked into his pants again.
Still half laying on the table I nodded. “Yeah, actually. You really have great taste in women’s fashion.”
He smacked my exposed ass with a chuckle and walked away.
Masranek and Eve, who I’d taken to calling Lord and Lady Fuckington in my head - and out loud a few times - arrived at the palace in the late afternoon, just before the last meal of the day. I’d never actually eaten in the big hall with all the fancy shit set out, but it was impressive. Valefax wasn’t playing around.
I knew the game plan. I waited beside Valefax at the grand gate and pretended to be nervous. I looked everywhere but at people’s faces. When Masranek and Eve came to greet us, I caught the looks in their eyes when they saw my belly.
Masranek and Eve looked pretty but in a fake, shallow kind of way. Masranek could’ve been an underwear model or some shit, but I didn’t really care. It just bored me. He matched with Eve like a set of equally generic salt and pepper shakers. She was that snooty kind of pretty that involves never smiling and doesn’t really come with a personality. It was like she’d been made on a factory line.
Later, I was gonna ask Valefax what the hell he’d seen in her. I couldn’t imagine her ever being an actual person I’d wanna have a conversation with, much less fuck.
Valefax looked at me, and it was just us kind of agreeing that it was game on. I took the opportunity to look scared and avoid his eyes.
Masranek, being exactly as fake as he looked, pretended to greet Valefax like they were close. Valefax didn’t play along so much as tolerate it. Valefax introduced me and I didn’t look either of them in the face.
Eve looked at me and said, in the same saccharine, condescending voice my mom used to use at the country club, “I’m Eve. I see you’re expecting again, Lillith. You must be so happy after the first two times.”
Eve didn’t look at me, but Valefax. That was meant for him, and it made me want to throttle her right there, but I didn’t. Valefax and I were going to move like sharks in water, deadly and invisible until you saw our teeth all too late.
I almost admired that Eve drew first blood as she offered me her hand to shake. I looked up and smiled like I was bashful and said, “It’s very nice to meet you. Should I call you Lady Eve? I could not tell if you were Lord Masranek’s consort or a servant like me.”
She lifted her chin, offended. “I am his consort, and Lady Eve will be just fine.”
Valefax shot me a look that they probably thought was a warning, but was actually approval.
“The meal is prepared and waiting when we are ready. We will have to walk slowly as Lillith does not move so quickly these days,” Valefax said.
I knew that was my cue to stay close and touch my belly a lot. Not that I had to emphasize that I was as knocked up as it’s possible to be, but he wanted the attention on my stomach.
One of them kicked hard enough to be seen through the fabric of the dress and I rubbed near it, wincing in a little pain. Which was genuine because being kicked in the ribs hurts. “I’m not that far along, but you can see they’re already so big and strong.”
Eve couldn’t take her eyes off my belly as we walked. She kept glancing over and pretending she wasn’t.
“Would you like to feel?” I asked her, but didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed her hand and put it to my stomach, where I felt one of them turning so you could feel the wing.
She looked kind of stunned and she pulled her hand away and shook it like she couldn’t stand what she’d just felt. She looked scared, too.
We made it to the great hall and sat across from each other in the middle of the long table. A few others had joined us, some of them were Masranek’s people which he brought along to try to impress us. The others were Valefax’s top generals and advisors, who we invited so they could see the situation first hand.
Servants had to help me down into the chair beside Valefax and help me sit very carefully because of how big my stomach had gotten. The demons inside me kicked and I just kept rubbing and touching it.
For a while, Valefax and Masranek talked business. I did my best to look meek and stared down into my soup, mostly figuring out how to eat it without spilling it across my dress and the mound of my pregnant belly.
Then they went quiet and everyone mostly ate. I knew it was my opening.
I lifted my face. “Lady Eve, how many children do you and Lord Masranek have?” I asked, and I put all my effort into sound like I was making polite small talk.
Eve took it as an opening to brag. “We have six of them. Two sons and four daughters.”
Eve looked at Valefax for just a moment too long and lingered on the word ‘daughters’. I kept smiling politely in the knowledge that I was gonna gut her like a fish.
“How old are they?”
“The oldest is eighteen, he was born just after Lord Masranek took me as consort. Our youngest daughter is seven. She is quite the daddy’s girl.”
I didn’t let Eve’s little cruelties distract me. I did the math in my head. It had been seven years since Eve had given him a kid, and she’d only given him six in eighteen years. She didn’t look older than me, so Masranek had kept her youthful and maybe even immortal.
Masranek’s reputation rested on their heirs and she’d only managed to squeeze out six. In a few weeks I’d beat that in one go. (Or I hoped it would be a few weeks).
Something really wasn’t right in Lord Masranek’s bedroom. If I’d been her, I’d have been making babies left and right. Especially if Masranek could speed up the process the way Valefax could.
She had the fertility, but not the kids to show for it. Something was off in their house. I finally smelled the blood I was looking for.
I smiled. “Do you have any pictures?”
Eve was all too happy to take out her phone and bring up the pictures of her kids. I thumbed through them. “They’re so beautiful.”
She gave me the smuggest grin a human being could give. “Yes, they are, aren’t they?”
“They should come and visit their cousins here at the palace, don’t you think?”
Valefax was looking at me like he had no idea where I was going with this. He side eyed me with a piece of meat still speared on his fork, in front of his mouth.
Eve looked delighted. “That’s a wonderful idea, Lillith.”
“It’ll be so great for my boys to meet their cousins,” I said, keeping my smile sweet. “Valefax and I want them to get acquainted with everyone they’ll be ruling over, and your children should get to know their lords and masters. Won’t it be great?” I asked, as syrupy sweet as I could. “Here’s your phone back.”
Gotcha, bitch.
Even people on Masranek’s side of the table were hiding their grins behind their cups and forks and hands.
Masranek stared at me and this time I didn’t act meek. Not one bit. “Your breeding whore seems to misunderstand the situation between us, brother.”
Valefax’s eyes got dark, but his demeanor stayed cool. “It is improper to refer to her as a whore. A whore, as you and your lady would know, exchanges sexual intercourse for tangible benefits such as money and power and goods. Lillith has done no such thing.”
A quiet “ooh, burn” kind of sound murmured from the entire side of our table. Masranek’s people struggled not to laugh. I caught the way a few of them glanced at Eve, like they’d wanted to say this to her face for years.
So she wasn’t popular and wasn’t giving Masranek babies even when he needed the status more and more.
“Slave, then,” he corrected himself. “I will give you full marks her training. You had only to rape and impregnate her twice and leave her to give birth in a human toilet before she crawled back to you, willing to comply.”
Valefax’s eyes narrowed. “You assume too much and understand too little.”
“Now, now, brother. I understand. You are resourceful. You simply cannot attract a willing consort, so you have cleverly enslaved one in order to get heirs. That is what you are capable of having, and you have chosen a talented slave. Be content in that. You have tried and failed to do otherwise, or did our wager not make that clear?”
I reached over and put my hand on Valefax’s knee.
“Who said I wasn’t willing?” I asked, scowling at Masranek.
“Dear, if you were willing, you would be his consort by now.”
I laughed. “I’m not his consort because Lord Valefax has high standards, which is obviously something you’re not familiar with since you don’t seem to mind sloppy seconds.”
I gave Eve the stink eye just to rub it in.
“You don’t lack bravado,” Masranek said, a little less cool and calm. “But I doubt you could convincingly show any true passion for him. You say these things, but I think it must sorrow you to look at Eve and see what she has and you do not.”
“When I look at her, I just see a reminder of why I’d rather be Valefax’s lowest slave and breeding bitch than your consort. You think there’s no passion? Maybe you don’t remember what it is anymore. It’s been seven years since you got a female to carry anything of yours.”
Masranek slammed his hand on the table. “Impious cunt!”
“Masranek!” Valefax yelled. His voice boomed and echoed brought silence over the whole hall. “Never refer to her that way again.”
“She is a cow in a dress with no rank. I owe her no courtesy by the law of honor. She is not your consort, and I may call her what I like.”
“It doesn’t matter what you call me,” I said, dropping the shy servant act entirely. “It probably does piss you off that even if they’re born on a goddamn kitchen floor, your brother’s heirs are better than yours. Yours are pretty and pointless little things. His are powerful and strong and intelligent. So take a good look. You’re all gonna be bowing to them soon enough,” I said and I put both hands on my belly. “I guess that’s how it goes when you’re as useless in bed as you are on the battlefield.”
Masranek came out of his seat and screamed, “You will die, whore! I will tear every single one of those disgusting little bastards out of you while you scream!”
Valefax roared without words as he rose to his feet. The whole place shook and the lights went on and off and on and off again. “MASRANEK!”
Masranek had the clearest ‘oh shit’ face I’ve ever seen. We all realized what had happened, and I realized that scary as it was, me and Valefax had what we wanted.
Masranek had just opened the door and told Valefax, basically, to come on in and kill the shit out of him. Valefax couldn’t get formally upset over me, but he was totally within his rights to gut a motherfucker for threatening his children.
“I did not mean it, Valefax,” Masranek said. “I forget myself. It was no serious insult or threat to your heirs, brother.” He sat back down and I could see the fucker shaking.
Valefax was shaking, too, but for anger. He sat down as well. He looked around the table at everyone’s stunned faces, then he looked at Eve and Masranek.
“You have insulted me, and the mother of my children. You have made untrue accusations and I am compelled to counter them,” Valefax said. “You say she is not attracted to me and could never be. You are wrong.”
Valefax looked at me and I knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted me to show them, right then and there, how wrong they were. My heart raced. I’d never done anything like that before and suddenly I worried I’d embarrass him. I’d never had an audience before.
I looked over at Eve and Masranek. They were waiting, too. I got pissed. Fine, they wanted a show? They’d get a damn show.
I reached over and started to massage Valefax’s thigh. He pushed his chair back and offered me his arm. Getting to my feet while I was so heavily pregnant was difficult, but somehow I did it with some amount of grace.
I stood in front of him, between his wide spread legs. With him seated, we were the same height for once.
Our eyes locked on to each other’s and the dark fire in me rose. I wanted to make them eat their words and I wanted to make them see this, in all it’s dark and nasty glory.
I grabbed his horns in my hands to pull him a little closer and I kissed him like the only oxygen in the room was coming from his mouth. He grabbed my round ass and dug his fingers in hard.
I didn’t have to look, but I knew everyone on both sides of the table was watching us like they couldn’t believe we were actually doing this in front of them.
Then I stopped, I looked him in the eye. I was about to give the blowjob of my life, just for them to see. Valefax helped me onto my knees, slowly. I had to stop a moment and press my hand to my enormous belly with a small groan, rubbing away the bruising pain of a kick.
That just got him hard in a hurry. I reached out and felt his cock through his pants. His cock was like hot iron. My hands shook as I undid his belt and freed his erection from its confinement.
I still couldn’t take Valefax in my mouth, not the normal way. He was too thick and too long. But I could do other things. I could grip his shaft with both hands and lick the tip, then run my slick, soft lips over it.
Valefax’s hands gripped the armrests of his chair so hard I heard the wood creak. He tried with all his might to remain stoic as he stared Masranek down, silently demanding that he watch every second of what I was doing whether he liked it or not.
Then I stopped and I looked up at him. I clutched his shirt as if I was about to beg for my life. And I did beg. “Please,” I said and then I dipped down kiss his cock. “My lord.” I worked it with my lips a while before I finished with, “Mark me.”
I let go of him and pull my dress up to expose my heavy, enormous pregnant belly. I rubbed with a tiny groan. “Please mark me. I want everyone to know who I belong to, who did this to me.”
Valefax gripped his own cock in his hand and started to stroke. He didn’t look at Masranek anymore, he looked at me and only me. My belly moved a little as one of them inside me turned over.
“You can see them moving inside me,” I said. I knew I needed to get him stoked as hot as possible. He needed to cum all over me, and he needed to cum big. “Look what you did to me Valefax, look what you did.” I rubbed my belly with both hands. He made a face like he was angry, but he wasn’t. He jacked himself harder and faster.
I became hyper focused on his pleasure, on needing him to cum because I hadn’t in so long. I needed to see him get relief and release, everything was about him and the Dark Fire roared inside me, rewarded me with feeling proud of us both. He was marking me, showing me his power all over again even as we were doing all of this to conquer those who doubted us.
“Promise me you’ll do it again,” I begged without shame or hesitation. I meant it, too. “After they’re born, promise me you’ll do this to me again. I want you hold me down and fuck me and put your heirs in me again, I need it. Please, Valefax, please promise me.” I sounded like I was about to start sobbing out of need.
He made a near-deafening animal sound and he came. His seed shot all over me. The heat of it made the skin of my tight round belly turn red. It shot on my chest, my aching, heavy breasts.
He slumped back in his chair breathless when, finally, he’d finished. I leaned and laid my head on his leg. “Thank you,” I said softly to him, stroking his thigh like I was soothing him.
Valefax put his hand to the side of my face and nodded.
Then he helped me up to my feet. His seed was still warm, sliding down my skin as I put my dress down again. Servants came to help me sit down again in my own chair.
Everyone at the table was just staring with big wide eyes. Even Eve and Masranek. They didn’t think we’d do it. They didn’t think we could.
With the white trail of his cum still across my chest, I sat politely at the table, I picked up my soup spoon and started eating again like nothing had happened. Then so did Valefax, though he had a very smug look on his face.
Dinner was a lot quieter after that. Masranek and Valefax talked but got nothing accomplished, not really. Masranek was obviously trying to play for time by saying he’d need to do a full accounting of this or get the latest field report from that before he talked terms.
Eve kept her head down and she looked sad. I didn’t pity her one bit. Bitch.
When dinner was finally over, I followed Valefax out of the hall, toward the other wing of the palace. We didn’t say anything but it was cool. We didn’t have to. I couldn’t wait to get in my own bed and I stopped where I had to turn to get to my room.
Valefax grabbed my hand. “No. From now on, you sleep in my bed.”
He kept holding my hand and lead me into his own personal chambers, patient with how slow I had to walk. I ached from walking and from being on my knees in front of him at the table. I walked in a slow waddle and held my back with my other hand.
Back in his chambers, I wanted to sit down so badly, but he told me to keep standing. Then he came up from behind me. His huge hands grabbed my tender breasts and squeezed. I gasped, then groaned not sure if it made me more miserable or more needy. Then found the neckline of my dress and he tore it open, then slid it carefully over the mound of my belly and down until it fell at my feet on the floor, leaving me naked.
“You may lie down if you wish,” he whispered in my ear. I felt so relieved I could’ve cried.
I basically collapsed onto the bed and laid on my side. I rubbed my belly, feeling all the kicks and movements inside of me. They all hurt, but I’d become so used to it.
Valefax joined me on the bed and his hand reached out for my belly. Before he could touch me, though, a hard pain went through me. A growth spurt.
I curled around my belly, clutching it. I groaned and hyperventilated at the same time, turning onto my back that arched off the bed. I grabbed the covers in my hands, holding on and trying not to scream.
“Ohhhh, ughhhh! It hurts so…hnnnnn. Valefax, please!” I sobbed openly. “How much longer until…AGHH!”
Valefax came close, but he didn’t touch me. He watched me, fascinated, while I squirmed and moaned. He took off his clothes fast, and I saw that he was hard. Really hard. He started stroking himself.
“I confess this is one of my favorite ways to see you, Lillith,” he told me, his growly voice in my ear as his heirs inside me grew so fast that it felt like I’d die of the pain. “You are exquisite when you cry out and writhe. Carrying my heirs has rendered you helpless. It hurts you and you can do nothing about that. Your womb is a thing for me to play with. You think you suffer now? Oh, very soon you will wish for this tiny little pain. And I will be there to enjoy every second.”
I couldn’t reply or do anything but try to make it through the growth spurt. I noticed that my legs were spreading apart, I was doing it on instinct. I was so ready to give birth already.
“Fuck just do it now, please!” I begged him in a choked voice. “Uhhhhnnnnn! I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take it, please Valefax just do it now. Please let it be over.”
He chuckled a growly chuckle. “Oh no, it is not quite time. I am not done watching your agony.”
I threw my head back and screamed and cried at the same time. Then, suddenly, I got woozy and weak. And scared. I thought that was it, that it was actually going to kill me. My breath got really shallow and fast.
Valefax could see my fear. He came closer to me and he pushed me onto my side. It hurt so bad just to move positions.
“As delectable as your throes are, you have earned a reward tonight. You were better than I could have hoped,” he said and he lifted up one of my legs. He was going to fuck me. I didn’t know if I could handle it or if I could stand him waiting. At least if he fucked me there’d be different pain to distract from this, and some pleasure, too. He wouldn’t let me cum, but that didn’t matter.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck me, Valefax. Please, just fuck me as hard as you can.”
Valefax lifted my leg a little higher and then shifted. He slid inside me, slow but hard. I moaned and gasped with each inch that went inside me. I held out some tiny hope that perhaps a good hard fucking would set things into motion.
“In case you’re hoping that this will induce your labor pains, know that I have a second curse to place upon you,” he said. He suddenly grabbed my belly and he gripped it tight. I cried with my teeth gritted. He fucked a little faster. “I curse you, Lillith, so that you may not give birth without my permission. However long you labor, however hard you try, you will not deliver my heirs until I say so. But when I have said so, you can do nothing to stop it. You will give birth whether you want to or not.”
I let out a sob. “No!” Valefax would have the kind of utter control he hadn’t even had the last time. At least then, the birth happened on his own and he couldn’t stop it. He could leave me in labor for days, maybe weeks. He could force me to suddenly give birth anywhere he wanted. “Please don’t do it!”
He pushed on my stomach even more and I felt the dark fire reacting to the invasion of his curse, like my body reacted to the invasion of his cock in my cunt, his heirs in my belly.
“Shh, shh, calm yourself,” he said. His hand moved upward to my tit and he made light, horribly teasing little circles over a nipple that was hyper sensitive already. I made a whining noise. “I am very pleased with you tonight. You stung Eve deeply, and provoked Masranek exactly as we needed. You defended my honor, and that of my heirs. You said that you would rather be my lowest servant than Masranek’s queen. And you meant it.”
“Then why are you doing this to me?” I begged him, my words shaking with each thrust he made into me.
“You mean this?” he asked and he changed angles just a little as he put his hand back on my belly. Suddenly a flare of pleasure cut through the pain of the growth spurt, and the tight agony in my belly eased.
I realized, suddenly, that Valefax could’ve lessened or stopped the pain of my growth spurts all along, anytime he chose. He just didn’t want to.
Asshole.
And yet, that made me wetter, it made want more. The dark fire in me reveled, almost laughing because Valefax had done all of this. Each time, he’d let me suffer just to get off.
I knew he would never have let me be in danger, but he would let me be in pain.
Masterful, dominant, powerful. He’d done that to me and I liked it.
I was about to fight back, because the dark fire said to return one hit for another, but another wave of pleasure rolled through me. My eyes went into the back of my head practically. I could only groan, “Fuck, Valefax, fuuuuuuuck.”
“Yes, that is the idea,” he said. Then he spoke right in my ear. “I might force you to go into labor while you do a servant’s work, or make you give birth at the table while you must maintain proper decorum. Or perhaps when you are locked in a room by yourself, perhaps your old dungeon cell, so I can watch you panic and cry for help while I watch and know you’ll get none.”
I should’ve been scared, should’ve hated it, but it just turned me on more. “Please don’t,” I pleaded. “Don’t do that to me.”
I remembered how deviously pathetic and defeated I felt, sitting on that toilet with a baby I didn’t want coming out of me, his head stretching open my pussy while I did everything to be totally silent. I remembered knowing how it looked when the girls from school discovered me. Or when I sobbed an apology to my parents while I gave birth on the kitchen floor because I had no choice. I imagined if it had been this pregnancy, if all their friends could’ve been gathered there to watch me deliver demon after demon.
“You yourself said that it does not matter where they were born, because they are my heirs regardless, and I have come to agree. Perhaps I will force you to labor and birth before everyone. I will be seated on my throne and you will be shackled and chained to a birthing stool beside me, and all who see me will watch as you deliver my heirs and perhaps there will even be a sign that says ‘watch the breeding bitch do the one thing she’s good for’.”
I pictured it perfectly. Naked, restrained, my legs open wide to give everyone a perfect view of my bloodied cunt as the head of Valefax’s heir crowned from me, beyond my control. Crying, begging Valefax for mercy. Nursing one at each tit while the next was coming and people made comments. Congratulating Valefax, complimenting the children, but speaking of me like meat.
I couldn’t take it anymore. That set me off, and I felt myself getting so close to cumming. I prayed he’d let me feel just a little bit more of it before he cut me off.
This time he didn’t cut me off. He thrust faster. “Show me how much you like it, witch, how much you need this. Show me how much you want me to do it again. Cum on my cock, witch. Cum on my cock NOW.”
And I did. I came so hard I didn’t think I could handle it. My vision grayed out. I think I passed out for a moment, because I woke up on my other side. Valefax had moved down so he could not only rub my belly, but kiss it. I felt like I was high on something and it was really nice.
“What would it take to make you disloyal to me?” he asked, really quietly.
I lifted my head. “What?”
“What would be the price of your betrayal, if you were to betray me.”
“What do you mean by betray?”
“I mean to work against me, or to willingly carry another male’s offspring.”
I sighed. I knew what he meant. “You’re asking what would it take to make me do what Eve did?”
“That as well. Is there an amount of power or wealth that would persuade you? Any thing you desire that would suffice?”
I huffed and wanted to slap him for ruining a perfectly good post-orgasm high. “No.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because the only thing that makes me feel powerful is you, it only works when it’s you. Otherwise it really would be just me turning into a slave. And even if I fucking hated you, I wouldn’t just kill them. I’d at least let them be born, you know?”
Valefax turned me on my back and spread my legs apart. “You are being truthful.”
“Yeah,” I said. Valefax put a hand on my thigh and slid it down toward my cunt. “What are you doing?”
“You are still quite wet and I am going to fuck you with my fingers and then watch your face while you cum like the exquisite bitch you are.”
I don’t know what my face looked like while he put two fingers in me, then three, but I was screaming like an animal and begging for him to just fuck me up any way he wanted.
Once again, I thought things were going to be just fine. At least I didn’t have long to go before I could give birth. Valefax would kill the shit out of Masranek and become emperor, I’d have the babies and be empress.
Masranek and Eve wouldn’t let it all go so easily.
The next day, a servant came in and said that Eve was outside the door by herself and she’d asked to talk to me. I thought about telling her to fuck off, but I figured that it might be worth my while. Maybe she was thinking of turning on Masranek. Maybe she’d let something slip.
I got dressed and met her outside Valefax’s apartments. She looked way less arrogant and bitchy than she did at dinner.
“You wanted to see me?” I asked.
She nodded and then she looked around like something was going to jump out at her. “Yes. I wanted to talk to you. I don’t want anyone else to hear it, do you think we could walk while we speak?”
My whole body already hurt. Back, hips, everything ached, and I really just wanted to punch her in the face for everything she’d done, but if she could give us a way to completely obliterate Masranek, I had to take the shot.
I nodded and we walked off very slowly, with me holding my back with both hands.
“I’m sorry about what Masranek said to you,” she said.
“You mean threatening to murder Valefax’s unborn heirs?” I thought about making a sharp remark that apparently she and Masranek had that in common, but I let it go. For now.
“It was wrong. Masranek has…a temper sometimes.” She didn’t look me in the face. She sighed. I didn’t have to try hard to get what she meant. He hit her. It made me realize that for everything Valefax ever did, he never hit me. Even when I wasn’t pregnant with his heirs. He ravished me at will, he forced babies into me, and he punished me with humiliation.
But he never hit me. He was never that cowardly or that weak. Between us it was always something different.
“Okay, so he’s as much of an asshole as I think he is. Why did you get me all the way out here?”
Eve went from looking shy to smiling like a shark. Hands grabbed me from behind. My arms, my throat. I couldn’t scream, could barely struggle. I saw just a small flash of Masranek’s hand before he put it over my eyes and I passed out.

What a cliffhanger...is there any more?

PART TEN
Okay, so. Should’ve seen that move coming. In my defense, I was tired, very pregnant, and didn’t expect Masranek to be ballsy enough to snatch me right from under Valefax’s nose. Valefax already had justification for killing him. Now he had the ultimate provocation, too. I thought Masranek would’ve been smart enough not to dig his grave any deeper.
I woke up naked on a cold stone floor, feeling like I had the worst hangover of my life. I held my breath until I felt movement inside my belly. They were a little slower, but they still kicked and squirmed. So at least there was that. I felt a cold, very thin silver chain around my throat, and another around my huge mound of a stomach. I didn’t get the point of them, but I tabled that for later.
I rolled over onto my side, wincing at the headache I had.
“Wakey, wakey.”
I looked up. Eve sat in a chair in front of the door, smirking and playing with a big knife.
“Aw, shit.”
She went ‘tsk tsk’. “Language.”
“Sorry, just greeting you the way everyone else does,” I said. I slowly picked myself to a mostly sitting position. The room wasn’t much. Small with a fireplace, chair, tiny barred window, and a sleeping mat against the wall. Not a lot to work with. Which meant I’d have to make Eve useful somehow. Especially because I wasn’t capable of outrunning or outfighting any soldiers or guards outside.
“So, tell me, how’s old Vally doing these days? I didn’t get much a chance to catch up at dinner,” she said.
If not for being pregnant, I would’ve said ‘fuck it’ and gone at her just for calling him 'Vally’ in that smug, obnoxious voice. But she wanted me rattled, so I stayed calm. I was gonna be smart this time.
I looked at Eve, then wondered why Masranek or some guard wasn’t standing over me. Then I realized that Masranek must’ve tried to sample the goods while I was out and gotten a nasty surprise. Which meant they knew now that no male could touch me. Hence, Eve. Because Valefax hadn’t considered any witch-on-witch action at the time he laid the curse.
Eve didn’t look happy about it, and I suspected not because of Masranek getting burned.
“Oh, Valefax? Just the usual, conquering all who stand in his way, getting ready to be emperor, designing the horrible deaths that you and Masranek are gonna die. The usual.”
Eve came out of the chair fast and with no warning. She knocked me down onto my back and put her hand around my throat. She put her knife to my belly, pressing the point in just shy of drawing any blood. I gasped, but held still. “I could pull them out of you, one by one, while you watched.”
“Is that what you did with yours?” I quietly taunted. If she wanted to play a round of Rattle That Cage, she was gonna find out I was way better than her. She stood there, pissed and unable to find words. I told her, “I know your little secret, by the way. I know about Masranek’s kids.”
“You accusing me of cuckolding him?” she asked, full of very fake anger.
“Other way around. They’re his kids, they’re just not yours. How’s it work? Any time he wants a kid he goes out and finds a female who can actually give him one, you pretend to be pregnant, pretend its yours once its born? I bet you’re even there when they are. Sitting there watching them do what you can’t. So, does he kill the women to keep them silent, or just pay them really well?”
She tightened her hand around my throat, digging her nails in. I smiled past the pain.
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
I grinned past the pain. “Must’ve been interesting for you. Watching him stare at this huge belly. Bet you could see his hard on. You just know he was thinking how bad he wanted the next ones inside me to be his.”
Eve gritted her teeth, tried to scare me by pressing the tip of the knife harder to my skin. The dark fire in me didn’t panic, didn’t even get angry. I’d let her make that mistake.
Tears formed in her eyes. “Don’t test me, bitch!”
I looked at her and realized that she’d been watching Masranek do this for years. Something else hit a nerve. Then it came to me in a whisper of the dark fire inside, in something stealthy and coiled and waiting for the right moment.
“Worse, though, was when he got burned, wasn’t it?” I asked her. “Because you realized that even here, Valefax is protecting me. You know the power a curse like that takes, and he’s still doing it. For me. And you know Masranek wouldn’t do the same. Does anyone give that much of a fuck about you, would anyone even get out of their seats to help you if you were being gang raped? Of course not, and we both know why.”
Eve cried, screamed and raised her arm. She tried to stab me. I caught her wrist before the blade reached my stomach and dug my thumbnail hard into the tendons of her wrist. She squealed and dropped the knife. I lifted my foot and planted it right into her crotch. Getting hit in the junk hurts no matter what kind of junk you have. She crumpled to the floor, hands between her legs, gasping and sobbing.
I rolled my body and got to all fours. I grabbed the knife, put it between my teeth and crawled to her. She was still rolling in pain. The dark fire, in that moment, gave me strength and agility I shouldn’t have had in my condition. I grabbed her face and straddled her. I screamed the single word of a spell and in one, unhesitating motion, I stabbed her near the heart.
I held the knife perfectly still. I’d been careful not to destroy the heart, just knick the aorta. The spell stopped her from bleeding temporarily, until I released it. Then she’d have seconds to live.
“We’re all witches here, and you know what’s up. When I pull this knife out you wanna be dead or alive.”
“Alive,” she said.
“The price of your life is that I own you now. Your sole purpose now is to get me and these babies back home safely. If you don’t? I say the word and this wound opens back up again and you drop like a fucking stone. And if I die, the same thing happens.”
“Okay. I swear, I swear,” she said, trembling. “Don’t kill me, please.”
“Say it right,” I demanded, the dark fire roiling inside me, pissed because I didn’t want her temporary fear, I wanted her permanent submission to my power.
“You own me and I swear to get you and your babies home safely.”
“Good.”
I pulled the knife out without mercy, and she cried out in pain before coughing unstoppably for a few moments. I got off of her, and left the knife on the floor.
“Pick up the knife and get back in the chair and act as if nothing has happened,” I commanded her, giving her my darkest and steeliest don’t-fuck-with-me look.
She obeyed.
I considered asking her what Masranek’s plans were, but decided she wasn’t a reliable source of intel. She might try to lie, and if I didn’t catch her in that lie immediately, my hold on her might break.
So I laid down on the floor, facing the fireplace and listened very carefully for anything outside the door. And I waited for Masranek. I waited for him like a lioness waits in tall grass.
He came to the room after a few hours, opening the door so hard it slammed. He walked right to me, extended a hand and used his powers to pull me up to my feet. I resisted a little, not too much. The time to pounce hadn’t come yet.
Masranek pulled me in close and smelled my hair without touching me. “I have to give my brother credit, he stuffed you so well. It’s a shame what’s going to happen. The things I could do if I had the time to countermand Valefax’s little curse. The things I could do.”
“Like getting your eyeballs ripped out, you mean. I want you to know I’m willing to rip your eyeballs out right now, for free. I’m that generous,” I said, speaking like we were old friends or something.
It pissed him off enough that he used his power to smack me in the face. “Be very careful, whore. Your future is terrible uncertain at the moment. We will see what value he places on your lives, and what he is willing to surrender to buy them back.” Masranek turned to Eve. “We’re leaving for Treaty Hill, get her in the wagon, and make sure everyone can get a good look at Valefax’s whore.”
He walked out. I looked at Eve. “We’re playing along for now, make it look good, but don’t forget our deal.”
Eve, as ordered, made it look good. She roughly dragged me through Masranek’s fortress, to the south gate, her knife pointed at my belly. She threw me in the back of an open wagon filled with hay and tied my arms to the sides so that I sat at the edge of it, impossible to miss, my whole naked body exposed. My belly and achy, heavy breasts available for anyone to get an eyeful of.
I kept my head down, I ignored the shouted comments and the obscene gestures people made. I ignored the laughing and the derision. Soon enough, all these people would wish they hadn’t done that.
When we got to the foot of the hill, Masranek forced me up the narrow, steep stairs to the top. Climbing them in my state was nearly impossible, and also painful and difficult. The only thought that kept me going was that I’d see Valefax at the top.
He was worth every step I climbed. Valefax waited for us, wearing full battle dress and armor that had definitely seen action. His horns and spread wings had been tipped in gold. He was the most magnificent thing I’d ever seen, a glorious hell god. My glorious hell god.
“Be quick, I have very little time for your games,” Valefax said to Masranek.
Masranek pushed me to the ground, to all fours. I went down hard and skinned my palms.
“Of course.” Masranek stepped into the stone circle. “I believe I have been too greedy. It is in poor form to take both your heirs and your whore.”
Masranek waited for Valefax to get pissed, but he didn’t.
“Then return them to me.”
“I would, but I need something to keep for myself. What if we were to, say, split the difference? I can return your heirs. Or I can return your whore. I know, it seem that to return one necessitates returning the other, but I can work around that.”
Masranek held up his hand and closed it into a fist. The silver chain around my belly tightened ever so slightly and then sent an agonizing, electric jolt through me, through my womb. I collapsed onto my side, making choked sounds, holding my belly. The muscles inside tightened. I knew the feeling. A contraction. He squeezed his fist harder and the contraction got worse. I threw my head back, but forced myself not to make a sound.
Masranek unclenched his hand.
Well, I knew what the chains were for now. I let my head touch the stone floor as I tried to catch my breath.
“Her,” Valefax said, with no hesitation. He pointed his sword at me.
Masranek looked confused. “Above your own heirs.”
“I have made my decision.”
“So you have. Well, as soon as she has given birth, she is yours once more. If you would like your heirs as well, there will be a price. You will sign an agreement never to seek the crown again and to pay us compensation for the war you have waged against us.”
“That offer I will never take.”
“You would abandon your heirs?”
“I have made my decision. My reasons are not your concern. When they have been born, return her to me. Until then, our bargain remains unfulfilled and we are thus uncommitted. Until they have been born, I will continue my progress to the temple.”
Masranek made a fist again, so suddenly that when the pain and contraction came, I screamed like an animal being slaughtered. I curled around my huge belly, pressing my hand to the side of my belly where it hurt the worst.
“You think that you can cut through my men before she has given birth? Brother, do you not see this?” he asked and laughed.
Valefax shrugged. “I do. And I have rendered my decision.”
“So be it.”
Valefax looked down on me, and the dark fire connected made it clear what that look meant. He silently asked if I could handle it until he could come for me. He wanted to know if I understood that he had not turned his back on me, but that no other strategy would suffice. I nodded at him with a little smile and I managed to get to my hands and knees as he turned and left. “Do what you need to do,” I said, raising my eyes to meet his. “I’ll be waiting for the emperor when he comes.”
Masranek squeezed his other hand into a fist and suddenly I couldn’t breathe or speak. I coughed and choked.
Valefax turned and walked away. Even as I choked and writhed, he didn’t look back or hesitate a single step.
Masranek spent the walk down the hill yelling at me to explain why Valefax hadn’t taken the deal. He’d wanted to see his brother scared and angry, but he got neither. Once they tied me to the wagon again, he worked the silver chain, forcing contractions to happen, one on top of the other. I tried to bear it in silence, but I couldn’t.
I threw my head back and groaned as loud as I could before it became a scream. “Uhnnnnnnn, uhhhhhhh…hhuhhhhhhh!”
I gritted my teeth and screamed when my belly tightened in on itself, a thing it shouldn’t have been able to do with that much strength because I was so big. In the few seconds he allowed me between pains, I panted like a dog. I strained against my restraints, wanting to hold my belly through the contractions. Eventually, he didn’t have to use the chain because the contractions came on their own.
All along the road back, people watched me not only paraded naked, but naked and in labor. Anyone who wanted to could watch my agony, hear my grunts and moans and eventually my pained crying as my belly shrank down and pulled up, preparing my body for a birth I couldn’t give until Valefax came.
I could feel it inside me. My cervix hadn’t yet begun dilating, but the contractions pushed down the head of the first baby anyway.
When we got back to the fortress, Masranek had a special torment in store for me. The huge front hall had been cleared out and a big circle drawn on the floor. Inside the circle was a demented wood and iron version of a gyno table. Eve held her knife and pretended to force me into it. I was in the most vulnerable position I could imagine. My arms and legs were strapped down by leather. My legs were raised and spread very wide. Anyone who walked by could see me on my back and get a good look at my cunt.
Then Masranek cursed me. “You, Lillith, may not leave this circle until you have given birth,” he said, with a malicious look in his eye. Then he put a sign just outside the circle telling everyone that I was Valefax’s whore, and that I couldn’t be touched directly.
That last word mattered.
The front hall was something everyone had to pass through, including Masranek’s very horny soldiers. At first they were like the people along the road. Shouting things, enjoying my pain when I grunted and moaned through another contraction. I ignored it, the pain I was in was distraction enough. I didn’t quite care who saw me groaning at the top of my lungs, arching and lifting my hips as the sweat beaded on my skin. I wanted so bad to be allowed to walk around in the circle or get on my hands and knees. Keeping me in this one position just made it so much worse.
When the soldiers talked about how they’d love to fuck me in both holes, how they wanted to be there when I pushed them out, I barely heard.
Then one of the soldiers got clever. He realized indirect touching was still on the table. So he stepped into the circle, unlaced his pants and pulled out his dick. He stroked himself just to get fully hard, then he walked up to me, as close as he dared, and shot his load all over my stomach and chest. I lifted my head and looked at it running down my belly.
I lost it for a minute there, the worst thing I could do. It felt like violating something sacred between me and Valefax, erasing his mark. I started crying and that just incited them. After all, I was the default consort of the man who had made their lives miserable, who’d killed their comrades and defeated them time and again.
Every soldier that passed by left his cum on my belly, my tits. Some tried to get between my legs, but ended up touching me and getting burned.
I desperately tried to think of something I could say or do to make it stop. Between the soldiers and the intense contractions, I thought I might actually die. I had nothing.
Nothing but the dark fire. And the dark fire told me to turn this in on itself, and let it take me to a place in my own mind where they couldn’t reach me.
So I did.
I went back into my memories. I replayed, in all it’s glorious detail, Valefax ravishing me in the woods. I savored the memory of the dirt and leaves and little green plants under me, and Valefax above me. I relished the dread of his iron hard cock pressing into me, and the panic as he told me what he was going to do to me, the defeat as I felt him cumming inside me. I smiled, thinking of all the weakness and vanity that would burn away under his touch, under the dark fire.
I played pretend in my head. I imagined Cadriax’s birth being different. I pictured myself, full term and miserable with labor pains, breaking out of my room and walking downstairs, wearing one of the dresses Valefax bought me. I’d walk into the living room when I knew I was past the point of no return, when I was just about to crown. I’d announce, in a panicked voice, “I think the baby’s coming now….oh godddddd!” My water would break, and I’d sink down to the floor and pull my dress up and start pushing. Everyone would watch me there, struggling while my cunt burned, opening up for a demon’s bastard child. I take a breather once the head was out, so they could all see the demon baby that had been in me, see me touching it’s head before pushing again. I’d birth him right there, getting blood and amniotic fluid all over my mother’s expensive rug, her nice carpet. Ruining it. I’d hold Cadriax and one big lie in a room full of great big liar. “Did I do good? Oh, I’m so happy now you let that demon give me a baby. Are you going to breed me again?” Just to see the final twist of horror on everyone’s faces before Valefax showed up.
I fantasized about Valefax and I. I imagined myself in a beautiful dress, running as fast as I could, terrified. Maybe out in the woods, weaving between trees and jumping over fallen logs, his wings beating above me, closing in. He would knock me to the ground and pin me. “You presume to run, to attempt to escape your fate, shirk your duty?” he’d growl in my hear. “You may be an empress, but you remain mine and will bear my children when I command. I do not care what you want. Six months is too long for your belly to be so flat, witch.” I would struggle, protest, beg. He would push up my dress, find me wearing no panties because this was our game, our foreplay. He’d push his huge cock into me, stretching me even though I’d given him baby after baby. Somehow, at his approach it got tight and wet. He would pull my hips up, telling me to take it, telling me he’d find a way to punish me for my insolence, that I’d spend months regretting that I ran. I would be unable to help myself. Like a wanton bitch, I’d start to cum. He would as well. We would scream in the darkness and breed demons.
I held on to this sanctuary in my mind so long that when I came back to reality, it was night. The soldiers had gone, the front hall was empty. I only really focused because of the cold water on my skin. Eve had come and brought water and a wet cloth. She carefully cleaned off the cum that had dried onto me. She was strangely gentle, wary of my contracting belly as she washed it clean.
Suddenly, I felt the pressure inside ratcheting up. The head of the first one wanted to move, but it couldn’t. It stayed there, its head in my fully dilated cervix, but prevented from going any further.
I grimaced and whined, “I need to push so bad right now.”
“No, no, you can’t!” Eve said.
“I know. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna have them anytime soon. It’s just that…guhhhhhhhh….” I couldn’t help it, I put my chin to my chest and bore down at full force. Nothing made any progress inside me, but I felt a little better. “Hnnnnnnnn…huh huh huh.” I relaxed and laid back. “It won’t matter if I do. They’re not coming.”
Eve just nodded. Then she unstrapped me and helped me out of the chair. She lit the fireplace in the front hall, got herself a stool and sat with me through the night. I pushed again and again, in every position I could get into. It was fruitless and agonizing and oddly, I wished that Valefax could be there to witness it. I let that be my temporary happy place. I pretended I was somewhere different, that it was just me and Valefax, with me begging him while I did all of this in front of him.
Eve asked where I went, mentally, when the soldiers were cumming on me. I told her that I remembered things with Valefax, and I thought about the future. I’m not sure how it happened, but somewhere in there we started to trade little stories about him, about some of his quirks. We actually laughed, until we realized the situation.
This was war. We were enemies. But some strange peace prevailed, something I didn’t understand but that the dark fire approved of.
Masranek returned in the morning and demanded to know why Eve freed me. She said it was helping me give birth faster, and she was watching for the first baby to be born. He was suspicious, but he accepted it.
The soldiers watched me pushing, but they kept their cum to themselves. They still cracked jokes about fucking me, and they loved seeing me do small laps, holding my back and groaning while I waddled around.
By evening, when I hadn’t made progress, Masranek demanded Eve do something. She shrugged, told him that births can take a long time, and the babies inside me were probably overdue. He didn’t like that answer, but he couldn’t do anything about it.
The third day, things got worse. I was too weak for pushing, though I tried. I was sweaty, clammy, and looked like I wasn’t going to make it soon. Masranek started to get worried. If I died and the babies with me, Valefax would only be that much more motivated to kill him. Painfully. All I did now was lay on the floor, on my side or my back, rubbing my belly and just letting the constant contractions roll through me as best I could. That night, I was delirious and so weak I could barely sit up.
I fully expected to die in a day or two. I wasn’t sure how close Valefax was to the temple, but it wasn’t close enough. Even the soldiers no longer found it arousing to watch me suffer. Now they just pitied me. Some even said sorry. Masranek decided I could be allowed to have a pillow and some blankets.
I still rubbed my belly, even in my weakness. I rubbed it, and felt them moving inside me. I refused to let Valefax’s honor die with me.
I prayed to my glorious hell god to get there in time, at least for their sake.
On the fourth day, a couple of hours before morning, everything just exploded into chaos. People were running around, shouting at each other. I heard lots of horses and even more yelling outside. I heard marching. I pulled myself on my arms to the ledge of the circle to peek out the door. Torches and banners and flags sprung up everywhere.
I laughed and cried at the same time.
Eve and I sat, listening and trying to figure out what was going on from inside the circle. We pieced together that Valefax’s forces had plowed through Masranek and his brother’s with speed and power nobody anticipated. They’d marched to our location in record time. And they had exchanged their banners in Valefax’s princely colors for the purple and gold of the emperor’s.
We also heard soldiers warning each other, “We have to stop calling him the emperor, Lord Masranek doesn’t want us to say that.”
That hope kept me going through the day, even though the pain and weakness were only getting worse. Lillith propped me up and held me and did the very last thing that I ever expected.
She apologized. “I wish I’d been a better person. Getting rid of his baby was the worst mistake of my whole life,” she told me. “I’m sorry. Tell him that, after I’m dead. Tell him it was the worst thing I ever did and I’d take it back if I could. I made the wrong choice.”
“Why do you think you’re gonna die?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I can let you go. So you can run or something even if I die.”
I heard her sniffle. “No, I think I’d like to stay with you. I’ve been a better person in the last three days than I have been since before I did…you know. What I did. I forgot what that was like. Being around people like Masranek you start thinking it’s about just getting your own, you know? It’s like he’s just scared all the time that if he doesn’t own everything, he’ll end up with nothing. Valefax was never like that. He wasn’t afraid like that. With him it was like he was strong and he knew it, so he didn’t play it like that.”
I smiled. “I’ll tell him not to kill you. I think if you said that, he wouldn’t.”
We waited there, in the circle, as things got quieter and quieter. The sun went down. I wondered if Valefax had come himself or just sent troops to retrieve me.
I got my answer when I heard a roaring, “Where is she? Where is my empress? Speak!” in the distance, past the front doors. “I will go for her. Find both of them, I want them brought to me alive. It is my right to exact vengeance, they must be found alive. Am I understood?”
A whole lot of voices answered, “Yes, Emperor!” in unison.
“He’s here,” I said, giggling. I watched the door with anticipation.
In he came. As glorious as I knew he would be as emperor. On his head, a black jeweled crown rested. He had new armor, painted with the emperor’s crest.
“Valefax!” I shouted. I tried to get up, but I just collapsed again.
“Easy, easy,” Eve said, coming to help me.
Valefax stomped up to the edge of the circle, tested it and came in. He grabbed Eve up by her throat and held her high. “Treacherous bitch! You have the temerity to be so close to my empress and my children?”
I crawled toward him. “Wait! She’s my servant!” I yelled. “I bound her and - ghnnnnnn hhuuhhhhhhh!” I went to hands and knees, screaming out the contraction.
Valefax looked at Eve, pointed and said, “Do not move.” Then he threw her to the ground and came to me.
I leaned into his body and I said, “I love you, Emperor Valefax.”
He kissed me and said, “I am simply Valefax to you, Empress.” He reached down and touched my belly. He snapped the silver chain around my belly like it was made of cheap plastic. He broke the one around my neck as well. “It is almost over, my brave witch. A little further.”
I arched in his arms and screamed my agony into his chest. He touched my belly again and rubbed it slowly. I let my body go limp.
I thought it was over, which is usually the moment when I find out it’s not.
I found out when I heard Masranek’s voice. “She’ll be dead soon enough. You ought to cut your heirs out of her while they still live.” He stepped out of a shadowy corner near the stairs.
Valefax turned around and glared at Eve. “Attend her. And if there is any bit of treachery, know that I will spend the rest of your miserable life finding new ways to make you suffer.”
“What?!” Masranek demanded. “Have you betrayed me you faithless slut?”
Eve gathered up her nerve and got to her feet. “Yes, I have! I don’t care. Three days being Empress Lillith’s servant was better than every minute I ever spent with you. I’d rather die here on their side then be on yours ever again. You made me kill my baby! I was just angry and stupid and you took advantage!”
Valefax looked at Eve and tilted his head. “Is this true?”
Eve wiped the tears out of her eyes. “I was just so mad and I thought if I went with Masranek you’d feel hurt like I did, but he said I had to get rid of her because you wouldn’t want her anymore and it would be unfair for her to live that way.”
In a much softer tone, Valefax said, “I will come to terms with you later. For now, serve your empress well.”
Eve nodded, bowed. Valefax set his sights on his brother, across the circle. “I will torture you a very long while before I allow you death. It is only because I have honor that I will not exterminate all of your line.”
I laid hyperventilating on the floor as Valefax walked into the circle, stoic and focused. He looked at the chair I’d been strapped to and burst into fury as he tossed against the stone wall like it was nothing.
Smirking, Masranek walked right up to him. They stared each other down, but said nothing. Eve and I backed away from them. I felt a tingle over my skin, the dark fire enjoying the sight despite everything.
In the blink of an eye they went at each other. They fought each other like rabid dogs and I thought Valefax would win easily. He had the advantage of being bigger and having wings and horns.
But he wasn’t. Somehow, Masranek was just dominating, pushing him around, getting his blows in first and fastest. How could he be doing so well? Maybe the rush to get here from the temple had exhausted him too much for even Valefax.
Masranek kicked high and sent Valefax into the stone wall. Valefax landed on the floor and he stayed there. He moved like he was dizzy and shaken, his gaze sort of floating around.
I tried to get up, but Eve held me back. I screamed his name, “Valefax!”
He looked to me and his gaze became clear and focused. His mouth curved into the slightest smile I’d ever seen.
He wanted this. It was part of his plan. I wracked my exhausted brains trying to figure it out.
Then Masranek took his sweet time sauntering across the room. “A crown is a heavy thing. You lack the strength to defend it.” He looked down on his brother. “As you are my kin, I will make your death swift.” Masranek turned for a moment. “Your services are no longer required, whore. You may leave the circle. Feel free to run, I will enjoy chasing you both you bitches down.”
The curse that kept me in the circle snapped and the circle on the floor disappeared. Masranek wanted to be at full strength, without a curse sapping up his energy.
I finally got it. Valefax was just trying to get me out of the hall, and convincing Masranek he was close to a killing blow made him arrogant enough to do it.
Eve helped me to my feet and slung my arm over her shoulder. I walked at a slow shuffle, holding the bottom of my belly.
Once I was out of the circle, Valefax rose to his feet like everything before had been play fighting. His wings shot out to full span. “Lillith, I free and pardon you.”
Like finally getting to take off something too tight, I felt the curse break.
Then he turned to me and said, “Lillith, I give you permission now.”
I would’ve shouted 'no’ or called his name, but just as the curse broke, so did my water. I dropped to the floor as it gushed from me, and the first head dropped fast after being under such intense pressure for so long. Eve desperately pulled me up to my feet, tugging me and telling me we had to go.
So we went, as fast as we could. Behind us, Valefax roared and the air boomed, the stones at our feet shook. It alarmed the fuck out of Eve, but I smiled. Nothing like relishing that you’re carrying the heirs of a glorious hellgod to take the edge off of the excruciating pain of actually carrying the heirs of a glorious hellgod.
We hurried away from the front all, toward the back of the fort. Nobody stopped us until just before we made it to a back door in a supply room. Then four of Masranek’s soldiers got in our way, smiling like jackals. These were the same soldiers that had shot their loads on me like I was nothing. I was not gonna be disrespected again like that. Not by these assholes. And definitely not when I was this close to giving birth. The dark fire in me wouldn’t stand for it, wouldn’t permit it.
I fixed my eyes on the one who looked like the ringleader. “Move. Now,” I ordered him. Predictably, he laughed and refused. I glared at him and between hating him, wanting to protect the kid I was about to have, and being generally pissed off and in a fuckload of pain, I lost it.
I lost my shit and the shit of everyone in the building. Right then and there. The fiery shield that had once been Valefax’s curse was still with me, but now it was my shield and my sword. It was power running through me, it was the fiery magic that shot from my hands and the scream that dropped them to the ground, ears bleeding. They all screamed “I’m sorry I’m sorry empress” and I just had no fucks to give. I let them writhe, then I set them on fire and I let them burn.
Eve, sitting on the floor with her ears covered, looked at me and I thought she was gonna say, “Cool.” Instead she said, “We have to keep going!”
Which was good because after two steps, all that shit-losing failed me. The power turned off and I was back to being weak, exhausted, and in heavy labor. I had maybe a minute between contractions, if I estimated it optimistically.
Outside the fort, the chaos of the night hadn’t settled yet. There were little skirmishes still breaking out here and there between Valefax’s soldiers and Masranek’s. Eve looked around.
“The stables, it’s not far, it should be safe,” she told me.
“Are you fucking kidding?”
“No one’s gonna be there because every available horse is being used already. It’s as safe as we’re gonna get.”
“You better not be fucking with me, or I will - AGHHH!” I nearly hit ground again. My body was telling me to push and push hard, but I couldn’t. “Okay, okay.”
I hurried, but walking was going from difficult to impossible. Just when we saw the damn stables, we heard the horses that should’ve been in them and saw Masranek’s men coming at us with murder in their eyes.
Then somebody shouted at the top of their lungs, “The empress!” and the chaos changed.
Masranek’s men galloped at us until a line of Valefax’s soldiers made a literal human (or demon) barrier between us and them. One of Masranek’s guys shot a flaming arrow dead center at us. One of Valefax’s caught it mid air, screamed and hurled it back. It hit the archer in the gut and knocked him off his horse.
Valefax’s soldiers, who I made a mental note to later reward with gold and eager wenches, drove back the assault foot by foot as Eve and I moved at our very fastest to the stable.
Eve was right, it was deserted. Nobody even saw us after we turned the corner and went into a side door. She told me, “There!” and pointed to a relatively clean looking corner of the stable with horse blankets and bales of hay. She guided me to it and quickly spread out a horse blanket on the ground, another over a bale of hay.
I went to my knees, and I felt the head move down again. I fought the dire need to push. I wasn’t gonna do this again. I wasn’t gonna give birth in a literal fucking barn like a goddamn animal. Not today. I was gonna hold out until Valefax could take me somewhere less humiliating. I put my knees together and half way laid over the bale of hay. I groaned a long, grinding groan and I fought my body.
Eve kept watch at the window, staying out of sight while trying to observe the battle.
“Maybe you should start pushing.”
“No! I’m not - Hhhhnnnnn ahhnnnn.” I said, very articulately, given the situation. “Ghhhh ghh ghhh. It’s killing me!”
“You need to push.”
“No!”
“Shush, shut up!” she told me.
I turned my head, ready to see if I could set her on fire. “Someone’s coming, I can’t see!” she whispered, ducking down.
I sat back on my heels and covered my head and let the pain just happen to me. My belly pulled itself up in a massive contraction and I bit down on the horse blanket just to keep quiet and didn’t care that it had been on a horse and tasted that way. Eve grabbed a wood mallet to defend me with and we waited as the door opened with a slow creaking.
It was Valefax.
I started sobbing in relief.
Valefax pulled off his armor as he came to me. He looked at Eve with a hate in his eyes that had only barely dimmed. “Have you done anything to her?”
Eve shook her head and dropped the mallet. “No, no. I just brought her here, I thought it would be safer than outside.”
“Go somewhere that I cannot see you, but close enough that you may hear me if I summon you.”
Eve obeyed, coming out of the corner and headed towards the other end of the stables. She stopped next to me and knelt down. “It’s gonna be okay.” She bent down and kissed my cheek and whispered, “I wish I was you.” Then she got to her feet and hurried away, disappearing into one of the stalls.
Valefax came around and got on his knees beside me.
“Get me out of here, please!” I begged as I rubbed my belly. I blew out a shaking breath.
“Will you make it?”
“Yes, yes. Just get me out.” I started crying again. “I don’t wanna do this here. Not again.” A contraction came and I tensed every muscle in my body to keep myself from pushing. “I cnnnnnnnnhhhhh…hnh hnn hnn.”
“Cannot what?”
“Let them make me doing this in a barn like a fucking animal - chhhhnnn nnnnnnahhhh!”
Valefax put his hand on my back and rubbed. Just for him to touch me dialed the agony back. His other hand lowered to my belly, where I’d been rubbing. “They are not making you. I am,” he whispered in my ear, in his darkest voice. “I want to see you like this because it pleases me, witch, to remind you of what I can do to you. You are going to bear my children right here because I am forcing you to and you have no power to change that.”
My eyes rolled back and the dark fire surged through my blood, wanton and devious and beautifully wrong. Everything else dropped away. This was my private performance for him, my humiliation and pain as an offering, because he owned me and demanded it of me. And I wanted to give it to him. This was fire calling to fire, to become a dark inferno.
I spread my knees and I groaned a nasty groan and I was in such pain and still so fucking turned on as I started rocking backward, bearing down when my belly contracted. The head moved down fast. It was big, so big that it felt like I was being split apart inside. I started screaming these bellowing, desperate screams.
“Yes, moo if you must, breeding cow,” Valefax told me in a low, vicious voice that only stoked the flames. The humiliation of it made me so keenly aware of what I must have looked like, belly huge low to the ground - a testament to my sins, with my breasts hanging and beginning to drip milk. My face going red with each push.
I rocked back and stayed in that position. I started to crown. The head was coming out. It hurt so bad I saw black spots. My cunt was burning and it was only getting worse.
Then I felt Valefax move behind me and place a hand between my legs to touch the baby’s emerging head and stop it crowning any further.
I tried to look over my shoulder. “No, no, don’t do that, please don’t do that!”
“If you do not stretch, you will tear badly and you have a long way to go tonight,” he told me. “Do not fight me.”
I just screamed. It was all I could do until finally the resistance was gone and I could bear down. The head came sliding out of me and I had to take a breath before I pushed again.
As I did, Valefax commanded me, “Birth the rest of my heir, witch. Do it now!”
I put my entire existence in to push out the huge shoulders and wings. I thought I would die until at last they moved through me and the baby was born.
Valefax caught his heir in his own two hands and it cried out. I heard his sob, too, before he collected himself. “It’s a girl, it’s a girl, Lillith.” I heard the 'hsst’ sound of him cauterizing the cord. “Do you want to hold her?” he asked, like he’d understand perfectly if I didn’t, if somehow I’d had enough and now rejected him and his baby.
“She needs to nurse,” I said, trying to reposition myself. I moved so slow and so clumsy until I was sitting up against the bale of hay, my legs still spread wide and the cord still coming out of me. Valefax handed the baby to me. She had to be at least ten pounds. She settled down and latched on to my nipple very easily. Hungry as a demon.
I turned my head and out of the corner of my eye, looked at the stable stalls. Eve must have been able to hear all of this. For just a moment, I pitied her more than I’ve ever pitied anyone.
I gave Valefax five heirs that night, two boys and three girls. Each birth was excruciating and difficult, down to the last one where Valefax had to press down on my belly to help me give birth before I passed out and didn’t come to for a long time.
I wouldn’t have survived it without him, nor would I have experienced something so exquisite as the gorgeous helplessness I had with him. He did whatever it took to keep the dark fire burning high in me. He made me get on my hands and knees and recite some of my lessons and any time I got something wrong, my belly or my tits got a smack. It distracted me from pain ironically. He forced me to tell him why I deserved to get to push, and it kept me motivated and kept me from exhausting myself with pushing that wasn’t going to get me anywhere. He made me get on my hands and knees while he “milked” me, to keep my nipples stimulated, my milk coming, and to keep me feeling so deliciously demeaned. He made me do my best to act like I wasn’t having any contractions as he walked me around the stable with a rope loosely tied around my neck like a leash.
He even erased all of what those soldiers did to me. I told him about it while he laid behind me on his side, rubbing my contraction wracked belly and making sure I obeyed his orders not to move a muscle below my neck. He let me move again and he picked me up, laid me on the blanket over the hay bale and as he stroked himself, standing over me like the soldiers had, he told me all the reasons why it wasn’t my fault. Then, as I arched my back, groaning with the pain of birthing his child, he came hard and he marked my belly with his seed and I felt like all the dirtiness had been burned away. Only the pure heat of Valefax remained.
When I came to after the births, I woke up as an empress. It’s a pretty sweet gig and it turns out I’m kind of good at it. Even when I might be enormously pregnant. Which I am. A lot.
Valefax made me wait way longer than I wanted before he knocked me up again. He was genuinely remorseful for putting me through all that with five demon babies in my belly. It took me for goddamn ever to provoke him into pinning me down and fucking me right into a maternity dress.
Once I got him going, though, he started testing my limits. Not just with how many, because he never went over four again, but how quickly and how overdue the baby was. So far the shortest pregnancy has been just two very painful weeks. The longest was when he held me up in the third trimester and didn’t let me give birth for a year. The largest baby has been 18lbs. One time he made me give birth in the sacred temple in front of all the high and mighty priests and priestess, and while I promised to rip his eyeballs out in revenge for it, I later told him to sit down and get comfy while I licked his cock like an ice cream cone.
On the seventh anniversary of when I called for a patron, Valefax grabbed me like he was kidnapping me, dropped me in the dark woods where it all started, and chased me like an axe murderer through the woods. I ran and screamed, I tore my pretty dress, and just as I saw the edge of the forest, he swooped down from the sky and pinned me to the ground. Then he put his hand up my pretty dress and felt that I wasn’t wearing underwear and I was wet. Because I’d been waiting all damn day for that. Because when he pulled my hair and sank his dick into me and told me how he was going to turn me into his breeding bitch, starting with the baby he was about to rape into me, I came like a fucking freight train. Probably sounded as loud as one, too.
And I was obscenely happy. Because we screamed into the darkness and bred demons.
I guess if you summed it up? What looks monstrous isn’t always, and often is just misunderstood. What looks beautiful is mostly hideous in reality. Somewhere under the girl you underestimate is a bad, bad bitch if she’s willing to reach down and find it. And what makes you a monster is what you do, not who you are.
Or, you know, if wealthy, powerful demon says he wants to be your patron, say yes. Don’t get caught up in what he looks like, just say yes and let him bone you like tomorrow’s a dream and give you money and power and shit. It will save you so much time.
THE END

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