Chapter 2.

The sun had begun to set when she sent the sweating and tired recruits to their quarters. "Be ready for class lessons tomorrow." Resza called out to them.

Only a few glanced back to acknowledge they had heard. "What do you think of them, Trent?"

The incubus had his arm around her shoulders. "Under your teachings they're going to be the ones charging and screaming at the enemy."

"Good! That's what you're supposed to do!" Resza laughed.

"Not if you're carrying a child." Trentis muttered quietly as they entered their room.

Resza stripped off her armor and dress. Two small bat-like wings, now free from their armor prison, stretched from Resza's shoulder blades. She examined her naked body in the full length mirror. The dragon tattoo that snaked from her right hand up her arm to her right breast had remained where it was. Trentis came up behind her and buried his face into her curly red hair. His hands rubbed her stomach. "I worry about you, Ressy."

"I worry about you, too." Resza turned her head to kiss him.

They stood there in silence before Trentis spoke again. "I don't want you to go into any more battles."

She smiled and pulled away from his embrace. "You can't stop me. I'll only stop when our child has gotten much, much bigger. Could you please tell the servants to start the bath?"

He nodded, his expression unreadable even to her as he walked off. Resza fell onto the bed. Her hands went to her stomach where their child grew. "Do you feel how much we love you, child? If Riuyuki was still alive, you'd have a big brother. Well," she paused. "A half big brother."

When she was pregnant with Riuyuki, her half Incubus son, her stomach had not gotten very big. Would it be the same with a full Fomor child? Resza wondered. It had only been three months before when she and Trentis found out she was pregnant and turning into a half succubus because of the child. He had to massage her shoulders and back for weeks before the wings had begun to form...Resza looked up as Trentis came back. "They're getting the baths ready." He said.

"Okay," she still lay there and smiled up at him when he sat next to her. "Will you be joining me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Trentis leaned down to kiss her.

He laughed when he felt her tongue dart between his lips playfully. "I thought you had wanted to sleep tonight, love."

"I do, but who says we can't have some fun in the baths?"

"Lebbeaus. Cichol."

Resza picked up a pillow and threw it at him. "They don't matter!"

He dodged the pillow. "You're going to attack your husband? Shall I tell them you're abusing me?"

Resza growled before sitting up and throwing herself at him. He caught her and held her close. "I don't abuse you!" She cried, her face buried up against his chest.

"You just threw a pillow at me-" Resza kissed him again.

Trentis let her lean into him and slowly lay back on the bed. His wife pulled away and slid down to his chest. She lay her head there, listening close to where his heartbeat would be. "I love you." Resza said as she sat up.

"I love you, too." The incubus shifted his head to her lap, closing his eyes as she stroked his blonde hair, scratching at the base of his horns as he liked. "I just want my first child to not…"

"I know." Resza said. "I am always careful, you know."

He gave a wicked grin, not opening his eyes. "Resza Stalwart, a careful woman? No, no. The world would end."

She gave him a slap on the forehead. "Trent, I'm serious! Right now I know I can defend myself just fine, but once our child starts showing I won't be able to."

He sobered. "I'm sorry."

"You better be, or else I'm not going to take of your," she glanced at his erection. "problem."

Trentis sat up and growled as her hands slipped into his pants to quickly play with the length before withdrawing. "You're going to be the death of me one day, I swear to the Gods."

There was a knock on the door. "General Resza? Commander Trentis? Your bath is ready."

"Thank you." Resza called out.

She wrapped herself in a towel and took Trent's hand as they walked to the baths. The water was hot at first, but they both became accustomed to the temperature quickly. Resza floated into Trent's lap, sighing as he wrapped his arms and wings around her tightly. His lips were at her neck. "Are you hungry?" Resza felt his tongue flick across her skin.

"For you, I am." His breath was cold.

"You don't even have to ask, Trent."

"I prefer to." His fangs sank into her neck.

The incubus drank deeply for a minute or two. His arms tightened around Resza as she tilted her head back more. He licked his lips as he pulled away. "That's better."

She giggled from the ticklish sensation of his tongue lapping at the spots of blood from her neck until they stopped bleeding. "Would you take care of the problem now, my General?"

Resza eyed him, squirming against him for added torture, then smiled big. "I don't think so."

He leaned back and groaned. "Yeah, you're definitely going to be the death of me. Stop moving!"

She dipped under the water to kiss the head and came back up, laughing loudly. "You're always torturing me so this is a taste of your own medicine!"

Trentis had a feral look in his eye as he grabbed her and turned her to face him. "You didn't think I had noticed you rubbing yourself, did you?"

Another wicked grin. "You're all ready for me, aren't you?" His lips were at her ear. "Do you want me, Resza?"

"Y-Yes."

He whispered into her ear: "Too bad."