Sitting in Morgahnn's sitting room Jaenelle sat back just a hair in her chair. Karla was to her right while Morgahnn who had arranged this meeting sat to her left. Carefully she listened to this young witch who had come to ask for their help. Tears streaked her pale face as she tried to explain why her lover was unable to give her his child. As she tried to explain why she had came here without his knowledge and why he could never know that she had come here. She wasn't afraid for herself but didn't want to scrape to near his old scars. Scars that A Terreillian queen had made not more than a decade ago.

looking at her Jaenelle didn't see a lie in her words. Then again she was so convinced by the young black widow that she didn't look past the surface. Slowly she said, " We will see what can be done to help you sister but I do not offer any promises."

" Thank you lady. " the woman sniffled then quickly left the room.

Morgahnn placed her hand on Jaenelle's. " Is this something you can help with? I told her when she came the first time I didn't think it could be done but I would ask a gifted healer on her behalf. Then she asked if she could plead her own case to the healer that I found."

For a moment, jaenelle just sat there letting her mind work on the problem," No I don't think I can… at least by myself. But if the three of us work together I think a tonic might be made. And if it's potent enough one would be able to catch a seed even if no chance of catching one was possible."

" Mother night Janelle and how are we suppose to test such a tonic? I mean I'm sure Khary would love another child but any mention of such and he would stop taking the contraceptive brew. And myself… Well, I'm not letting any male into my bed." Karla shuttered at that thought.

Jaenelle laughed, " No I don't suppose you would. No, I think I can get Daemon to help. After all, I would love to have a child of my own in the hall for once."

Blank stares then Morgahnn asked, " Would Daemon stay on the brew just to test a tonic?"

She looked like she was thinking about it then said, " Not a chance. The second I mentioned a child he would do everything in his power to make sure I got what I was asking for…. Or at least the first time."

Karla raised an eyebrow , " the first time? Mother night you don't even have one little beast running around and you're talking about a second?"

"My children would not be a little beast." she said each word spacing it out then slowly added, " Well no more then Daemonar is."

Morgahnn stood up from her seat, " Well one way to find out. Let's go make you a tonic then you can explain it Daemon after you conceive."

Karla smiled, " Oh , I'll sell the tickets to that little explosion. I'm sure uncle Saetan would love to watch this little drama."

Jaenelle looked through narrowed eyes at Karla, " You really are a little bitch sometimes."

" I know."

It only took a few tries to get the tonic potent enough for Jaenelle to be happy. No, not just happy but ecstatic because if it worked not only would she and Daemon be proud parents but she would be able to help the young witch have the child of her dreams. Now how to tell Daemon who was protective over anything that caused her pain?

It was almost night when she returned. Beal open the door before she was even up the stairs. In an excited squeal, she asked, " Where's Daemon?"

Noting the excitement in the Lady's voice Beal answered, " in the study. Shall I have your meal sent to your room perhaps?"

Her eyes shifted. " Yes ,please that would be welcome." then she darted for the study. Stopped outside the door then very calmly entered.

Daemon was sitting on the long couch his white silk sleeves were rolled up and his hair ruffled from running his fingers through it. Janelle gave a light but still noticeable cough. He turned his head saw her , " sweetheart is everything alright? When you send that you would be gone today you didn't mention that you would be gone all day."

" Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize you would miss me so much."

Daemon smiled. Unchained his sexuality just a hair as he stood and glided over to her. Softly he kissed where her horn would be. Continued to her ears that he wished were those of the Dea al Mon. kissed her neck and held her with his teeth while his tongue danced on her skin. Faintly whispered, " sweetheart I always miss you . Miss your dark scent. Miss the way your skin taste under my tongue but more then that I miss all those little sounds you make when…." phantom hands caressed her body. Caressed where her fawn's tail should have been caressed the parts of her that were entirely female.

" Daemon!"

He grinned seeing her blush. Knew by the smell that now lingered in the air just what she was wanting. " Maybe our room would be better suited to show you how much I missed you today."

Catching her breath she asked hurriedly, " you have taken the brew today?"

Odd change of subject, especially when she knew that he took it every morning and twice a day during her fertile times. He did a quick count of the days. Still a few days from those days. " I did but if you would feel better I could take another dose?"

She saw the question in his eyes. " Please, if you wouldn't mind. And I promise I'll tell you tomorrow why."

He sighed. One day he would ask her for what he wanted but not tonight. Not when she was asking him to take a second dose of that brew. " I only wish to please you lady." he gave a slight bow.

She heard in his voice the disappointment of being asked to take that brew again. Knew he didn't want to but would because she had asked. Gave him a fiery kiss as his reward for trusting her. Then she scurried out the door wanting to change before he got to the bedroom.

Daemon shook his head and called in the bottle that held his contraceptive brew. They had been married for three years and still she didn't want his child filling her belly. He Let the doubts fall because tomorrow he was going to bring up the subject and hope he could but this brew away for a while.

The young black widow smiled. She had wrapped her web around Witch. Around the most powerful Witch that had ever lived. Had made sure when her love sheathed himself inside her all her memories would swell to the surface. All the memories of the queens who were now beyond the grasp of the darkness. All of their greed and lust. All the memories of how a male should be treated. … or at least had been .

Then Daemon would see her as nothing more than the bitch she was. And he would turn to her. He would because a light jeweled black widow would never do harm to a black jeweled warlord prince. No, she would let him sheath her till he was content and he would never have to drink a brew he didn't want to again. And then she would bare the high lord several grandchildren. She would produce the heirs to the SaDiablo blood line.