Chapter 12: You, Me & Demon seed

I bent over in pain. Blinding pain. I screamed… I think. I could not hear my own voice over the terrible bone-crushing pain. I had already experienced that when my demon had slammed me into the table, breaking my right hip bone, while giving me the baby that now seemed to be the source of the pain.

"Adrian! Ad… OH GOD… ADRIAN!"

But he had left. I panted as the pain lessened. He had a funeral to over see. He was not next to me… oh gods, I was dying. I would be in one of my handsome, ex-Reaper's box. I… I bent over the bed and shut my eyes. I'd almost welcome my hip being broken again. I felt liquid flow down my legs. Oh no… I… what? I looked down and saw a mix of blood and watery fluid pooling around my feet. My baby! My baby was dying! I was dying! I… screamed. I screamed and it was not in pleasure. I wanted pleasure to be why I was screaming. Tears washed my face and I leaned over more, hoping that the pain in my sides would stop. But my stomach pained and I stood up, gripping the wall next to the bed.

"Adrian," I panted. "Oh god, please… come home."

I stumbled back to the bed and sat on the edge, grabbing the pillows to make a soft mountain for me to lean into. The position was a bit better. And then a stabbing in my sides happened, and I wanted to push. My body told my mind to push. No! No… I don't need to push…. I am not yet ready for the baby! The baby is not ready! It has only been six months! I can't… oh… the pain…

I pushed. I screamed. I pushed again.

And then Adrian came flying into the room, his black overcoat billowing behind him like angel wings. He took it off and it fell on the floor. I pushed and screamed into his face. He swept his hands up the sides of his face and pinned his hair up. I pushed and tilted my head back, panting and crying.

"It hurts, it hurts… it hurts - ah!"

Adrian lifted my skirts and I could feel his hands on me. I sat up and pushed again. He nodded.

"Keep going my love. You are doing great. I am sorry that I was not here to help sooner."

I screamed.

"I see a bit of the head," he said, spreading my legs further and ripping my skirt. "My dear you will have this baby in your arms in a minute."

I panicked - I was not ready! I was not ready! I pushed and cried, the pain ripping my body apart.

"The head is out, my sweets," Adrian was smiling. "Push hard and this child will be out. The pain will stop after the child is out."

"YOU PROMISE!?"

He nodded and I sat up, pushing once more. And suddenly the pain stopped. I was floating and felt normal. I looked at Adrian and he was looking down. He was smiling and I saw some tears rolling down his face. He took some of my skirts and ripped them off and wrapped it around whatever he was looking at. I looked down.

"My baby," I sighed. My baby was finally out of me. My baby … Adrian smiled and offered the wrapped bundle to me.

"My dear Succubus, you have a Incubus child."

An Incubus… a…. "A boy?"

"Yes, a boy. And, I do not mean to disturb your state of transitioning, but," Adrian came and stroked my cheek, "your child is going to be desired even more. Incubi are a rarer breed these days. Demons seek them out to corrupt the innocence of young ladies."

I smiled down at my son and gave a short laugh. "Seems demons are doing a good enough job on their own."

"Yes, I suppose they are," he breathed. He sighed and I looked up at him. "I can think of only one way to protect you my dear. You and your child."

I met his eyes as he slowly looked at me. I saw a sadness in them and a determination as he held my gaze. "Tell me, my consort."

I saw the pleasure it brought when I called him my nickname for him. It was like my Succubus self had stamped him as my claim, as much as he had me.

"My dear child, you and your baby will have to die."