Astaroth's extended end
A year into the future...
Arin sits beside Astaroth on a black throne, curled up against him as other male demons admire him. One gets too close to Arin and Astaroth kicks him away. "Can't you see he's mine?" Astaroth growls angrily.
"Astaroth, don't get too mad. They're just jealous of you," Arin says sweetly, tracing patterns on his mate's chest with his fingertips.
"They may be, but that doesn't mean I have any intention of sharing you," Astaroth growls, planting rough, possessive kisses on Arin's neck and lips.
"Ah~ Astaroth, not in front of everybody," Arin coos.
"Why not? They have to learn someway just who you belong to."
Arin's new demon tail entwines with Astaroth's. "Well... I guess when you put it that way..."
Two more years later...
(Warning: M-PREG. It's quite... odd... *coughNiceGoingAstarothcough*)
"Astaroth! Baby, I need to ask you something!" Arin says pleadingly.
"Yes, Arin?"
Arin rubs his stomach. "I've been feeling weird lately. Can... Um... Can male demons be pregnant?"
"Of course. If I say they can."
"Did you impregnate me?"
Astaroth nods slyly.
"Why?"
"Hey, you were the one who said it might be nice to raise a kid."
A year later...
Arin holds his three-month-old son Damian close to him. Astaroth-the father of his child-sits beside him on their throne, looking from his mate to his son. "Both of you are so beautiful." Astaroth says.
Arin kisses his infant's forehead lovingly, as Astaroth holds him close.
That ended WAY fucking cuter than I first intended. I hope you enjoyed Arin O'Malley's tale. I'll miss writing it, but I have to move on in life. I'll miss my awesome reviewers, too. Bye.