AN: Hey All! There is a bit of spice in this chapter, very quick I swear. I am at the point I'm probably going to have to start story boarding this, I have so much planned, so many things I want to write that I'm excited to share. Hopefully it'll help me write a bit faster, but we'll see. Hope you all enjoy and like always...
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"Ya look like shit. What happened?"
Ellen didn't bother looking up, her head buried in her arms on the dining table. She had been avoiding Alastor the best she could since finding out she was with child. It was fairly easy since she had been spending less time throwing up, she seemed to be past that part thank god. Though every once in a while she would have a day where it didn't matter what she ate, it never stayed down. Today was one of those unfortunate days.
She let out a sigh before responding to Angel. "Yeah I feel like shit too."
"You sick or somethin?"
She lifted her arms to hold her head up. "Yeah something like that."
She hadn't mentioned anything to anyone. She was hoping to hide it as long as possible. And as much as she still resented Alastor, he was trying to be helpful. Mostly fetching things for her or keeping out of her way. It seemed he was unsure how to handle her, which made sense considering her mood was all over the place. One hour she would want him close by and the next she would be screaming at him for seemingly nothing. She got along much better with his shadow though. He was much easier to vent to. Of course she realized everything she said to him likely went back to Alastor. No doubt that was Alastor's way of keeping an eye on her and she was fine with that. This way she wasn't getting sarcastic or unhelpful responses.
She wasn't sure how much longer she had to keep it hidden. She was starting to show now, her stomach looked permanently bloated. She could still hide for now…kinda, but sooner than later it would be noticeable and she wasn't sure she wanted to deal with the onslaught of questions that would arise. She didn't think she would even have answers for any of them. For now baggy shirts were her best friend and thankfully no one had noticed.
Angel pulled out a chair for himself beside her, though he kept a bit more distance than usual.
"Can I get ya anythin?"
She shook her head.
He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable. "So uh…you and Smiles. You guys fightn'?"
She let out a small laugh. If he was just figuring it out, she and Alastor had been doing a good job hiding their disagreement. It had been three months and with each passing week she was reminded with another ache or symptom why she was still very upset with him.
"We just don't see eye to eye on something."
He leaned back, kicking his feet up on the table. "He's bendin' over backwards for ya. He fuck up that bad? Tryin' ta makeup for somethin'?"
"You have no idea," she muttered more to herself than to Angel.
She had no way of knowing how far along she was. It wasn't like there was anyone she could get that sort of information from. Eventually everyone else would find out, but for now she could pretend everything was fine. Aside from the itching, that seemed relentless and the now added lower back pain and restlessness she was almost perpetually miserable. The only thing keeping her sour mood hidden was the fake smile she would plaster on when with company. Something Alastor was correct about, people had no idea what was going on behind the smile.
She finally pushed to her feet, not wanting to be social anymore, she just wanted to lay down and rest. She and sleep were not currently on 'speaking terms' evidently.
She left Angel telling him she was going to lie down and made her way up to her room. She paused at her door. If Alastor were to come looking for her, it would be the first place he'd check. Her eyes moved down the hall. His bed was more comfortable.
She entered and headed straight for the bed, getting herself nicely tucked in finally relaxing. She sat for all of two minutes before she had the urge to pee. Again. She groaned, annoyed that she would now have to retuck herself back in, but shuffled her way to the bathroom. At least she didn't have to puke. Small wins.
When she stepped out her nose caught a smell that made her stomach growl. She looked over to find Alastor sitting at a table just inside the bayou, with a plate of something delicious smelling in front of him. Whatever he was eating had her mouth watering.
She found her feet moving on their own accord toward Alastor, who looked to be enjoying his meal. She made it only a few paces before he turned, spotting her.
"Ah, there you are. Looking to rest for a bit?"
"I was." She didn't hide her bitter tone.
She stopped when she got to the table. He was eating some sort of steak. She normally wasn't a steak person, but even the look of it added to the salivation.
Alastor raised an eyebrow before he offered her a bite watching her curiously.
She took it and it melted in her mouth. She almost didn't want to swallow, afraid of throwing it up later. As the meat dissolved in her mouth she let out a satisfactory moan of delight. She didn't care if she threw it up later, right now it was worth it.
She pressed her lips together trying to cover her smile as her eyes flipped between Alastor and the steak on his plate.
"It's yours my dear." He slid the plate over and she took a seat beside him already enjoying a second bite.
He watched her silently, intrigued as she quickly finished the plate, an amused look in his eye. When she finally turned to look at him, she had a bashful expression on her face. She wanted to be mad, but when he was being nothing but the perfect partner it was hard to find the anger. He really was trying to make this as easy for her as possible.
"What?"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He continued watching her with a contented smile on his face. "No ill feelings?"
She shook her head grateful to finally have something that wasn't immediately regurgitated. She had been starving all day. She would have to remember this for the next time her stomach was out of sorts, steak was a win.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked suspiciously, unsure why he was still eyeing her.
"I'm simply intrigued by you. You are full of surprises. That, and I do believe our child has a unique palate."
"Unique what?" Her eyes widened. No, he surely didn't mean…? He had to be fucking with her. "Alastor, what did I just eat?" She prayed she was wrong, there was no way.
He flicked his wrist waving off her worry. "Just a bit of flesh, nothing special."
"FLESH!? Like…demon…I ate…"
She wanted to puke, throw all of it up, why didn't he warn her?! It didn't come up. The only thing she'd had, that her body refused to upchuck.
"N-no. I don't…it can't be..I…" Her eyes darted back and forth trying to quell her racing thoughts. "Oh God is this cannibalism?"
Alastor laughed. "My dear you are mortal, still human. Unless you can find another human down here, you have nothing to worry about."
Her mouth had watered at the smell, the sight, and she thought it was good. She didn't know what to think. She was horrified. She wanted more? No.
"I believe we've solved the food problem. Are you still hungry?"
She wanted to say no. She didn't not want to entertain the idea of eating…that. But the growling in her stomach, the lack of food today made it near impossible. She didn't even get to answer, Alastor seemed to already know. He took her hand and placed a small kiss on her knuckles.
"I will be back momentarily my little doe, with a feast fit for a queen."
She wanted to be mad. So angry, but she couldn't. Well, maybe not for food. She enjoyed it, much to her dismay.
Slammed down on the little wrought iron table was the carcass of a deer.
Ellen turned to look at her husband horrified.
"What is this?"
"Dinner my dear. It should be more than enough for us both."
"Uh-uh. Nope I am not eating that. It's raw, it's…" She grimaced, her voice lowering to a whisper. "It's looking at me." She pulled her gaze away from its face.
He had already sat down, cutting into the flesh. She watched as he enjoyed a piece, humming contently.
No. No, why was her mouth watering at the sight? This was disgusting. Savage. There was no way she was going to eat that. Certainly there was something else she could stomach, this was… this was not an option.
He offered her his fork, the meat looking soggy and gray. It was probably the most unappetizing thing she had ever considered eating and she had eaten surströmming. How had she not thrown up yet? Why was she leaning forward?!
She wanted to hate it, wanted to split it out in disgust. But she didn't. It didn't help that she was starving.
He turned back to where he had cut before, getting himself another piece. She watched with eyes wide, almost pleading for more. If she wasn't concerned about looking feral and insane she was seriously considering just tearing into the deer with her bare hands.
"Please help yourself, no need for manners, I'm sure you are both famished."
She was shaking, trying not to let her intrusive thoughts win. There was a fork and knife right there, in arms reach. It was no use, and to her disappointment she wasn't even embarrassed about it. It was simply food to mouth in the fastest way possible.
He was enjoying this. So much so he had stopped eating simply to watch as Ellen dissolved into a more feral state. She had her hands and face into the flesh faster than he thought. She had blood slowly dripping down her chin where it continued down her neck. She was eating with ravenous hunger. The imagery was positively delightful.
She used the back of her hand to brush a lock of hair from her face resulting in her smearing blood across her forehead. It didn't seem to bother her in the slightest, quickly refocused on eating.
When she had eaten her fill, she looked as though she had gone out on a murder spree. Blood up to her elbows, trails down her chin and neck. A few smears on her cheeks and forehead. Even her clothes were a mess.
It didn't help that her scent had changed slightly after she told him she was with child. The pheromones had made her a lot more enticing. Almost begging him to take her. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch and he had no idea why.
While not preferred, it did workout well that she had been keeping her distance. Of course he paid close attention to her, probably closer than usual, the primal need to be more protective, higher than normal, but he kept enough of a distance to keep her satisfied. It also helped him keep himself in line, or it did.
He had taken notice that her attire had changed the past month or so, more flowy and loose fitting tops and he was quickly able to discern why. She was starting to show, though she hid it well, she couldn't fool him.
He didn't know when, but to his surprise, his thoughts had gone carnal. His eyes heavy with lust. His core slowly building pressure below his belt. He wanted to ravage her like she had the deer. Satan, she was gorgeous.
It wasn't until she leaned back that he finally broke, the desire to bed her became unbearable. Her stomach was swollen from the large meal, gorging herself to her limit, but the animistic side saw 'child'. His child. Her clothes couldn't hide the larger bump and damn was it doing things to him.
She finally looked over at him, her eyes round and pure, doe like with her face stained with blood. It looked both innocent and sinful. Oh god it was aching. He desperately tried pushing the thought aside.
"Shall we get you to bed? Rest is important."
She nodded. Slowly standing and making her way over to the bed. While she was turned away he quickly readjusted himself. She didn't need to know he was…out of sorts.
She paused looking down at her hands. His knees almost gave out as he watched her lick her fingers clean of blood. Slowly, deliberately one by one sucked clean. Oh he was not okay. He was very aware of what that mouth was capable of. He bit back a whimper. Where did this urge even come from?
He shifted in shadow, appearing beside her, a cloth in hand to clean her hands and arms. When she was satisfied with that, he moved to her face lightly removing the red stains on her face and neck. He did notice one trail continued south, likely down between her breasts. They looked bigger?
"Alastor?"
His eyes gratefully shot up to her face.
"Are you okay?"
He pulled his smile tighter. "Never better my dear. Is there anything you need?"
Was he sweating? It all of a sudden felt warm in his room. It was almost like he was in heat again, but he was certain he wasn't. Why was it so difficult to keep his thoughts straight? Had he not already succeeded in the instinctual need to mate? She was carrying his child. There shouldn't be any need to continue with these activities.
She shook her head and his gaze shifted back down, past her chest to the bulge that displayed the child she was now growing. Why did that sight get his manhood aching?
She stepped closer, enveloping him in a hug. He couldn't stop the sharp intake of breath as she brushed against him only causing the ache to start throbbing. Her face quickly shot up. She knew.
"You need some intimacy."
He shook his head. She needn't cater to his needs. Not those needs. Despite the ache being almost painful.
"Oh really?"
He was done for. The smirk on her face said it all. She wasn't going to let him go until he admitted it.
She shifted against him, purposely grinding against it. No amount of willpower could stop the low groan that reverberated up from his chest. She was cruel, torturing him so, but she was carrying his child. He was at her whim. Whatever she wanted he would provide to the best of his ability.
At this point he was shaking with need. He scooped her up, placing her gently on the bed, removing his belt and pants quickly. She followed suit, her clothes discarded to the floor. He took a second to admire her. She looked further along then he had suspected. His smile brightened.
"Do you wish to proceed, my little doe?"
She leaned back grinning from ear to ear. "I do."
He leaned down letting his fingers warm her up. To his surprise and pleasure, she was already wet. It seems he wasn't the only one out of sorts.
"I've missed you, darling."
She pulled his face to hers, locking their lips together. He slowly slid in, a deep growl emitting from his chest. He kept his pace slow simply enjoying the closeness they were sharing. It wasn't as intense as when rutting, but the feelings, the desire was still there. When they finally separated for air he took his tongue and cleaned the last bit of evidence of her meal. The trail up between her breasts. His hands now running up her sides, one staying on her stomach.
He marveled at the changes her body was already making for the baby. Fuller breasts and slightly darker areolas and now a noticeable bump that she had been so fervently trying to hide. Soon it would be obvious to all of Hell that she was carrying his offspring.
The thought only made him desire her more. She was like a trophy of great pride. They had done the impossible, he had helped create life, create something of his own flesh and blood. Perhaps that was why the sight of her swollen abdomen had him in this way. Something primal about the thought of her growing something they shared in creating.
At first he wasn't too sure what this would do for his standing in Hell, but he quickly turned it to an advantage. He made a name for himself by accomplishing feats unheard of in Hell and this fit the motif. He doubted Vox would have spread that he had healed from an angelic wound, but the news of him fathering a child would still be seen as accomplishing the impossible. There was nothing in Hell he couldn't do and there wasn't anything more terrifying than that. And now he would have an offspring to carry on his lineage and tyranny.
Her hips started to thrust into his, speeding up the tempo. He followed her lead reveling in this feeling. She was already trembling around him, her breath quick pants laced with delicate moans that added to his already full manhood. He wanted her to come undone, he wanted to reaffirm he was the only one who could make her feel this way, this good. Only he could bring her to a climaxing end.
She was close, the delicate light moans now becoming raspy cries. Her head tilted back as her spine arched, only exaggerating her swollen abdomen. Her hips bucked to meet his in a wild manner.
He always loved this part, always stubborn, she fought to keep herself from letting go. As much as she critiqued his need for control, in these final moments she too was fighting for control, to release on her terms, but she wouldn't win, she never did. His grin grew.
Her arms spasmed at her sides, gripping the bedding and her body shook. She surprised him, his name ripping from her throat as she broke under the pressure. It was the final piece, her trembling around his member, the gush of warm release and her screaming his name. Her thoughts were of him in the most blissful moments of pleasure. After a few more thrusts he met his end unable to contain himself any longer, emptying inside her with a low moan.
She looked at him, breath still ragged, but eyes full of love and admiration. She could go back to being upset later, but for now it was just them.
He slowly slid out, rolling over to lay beside her, the blankets quickly covering his bottom half. He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Enchanting as always, my dear."
"Mmm"
She pulled the blankets up over herself, fighting to keep her eyelids open. His smile softened at the sight.
"Rest now. I'll be right here if you need anything."
That was all the prompting she needed, eyes closed and asleep in minutes.
He cleaned the two of them up before crawling back into bed beside her. He wasn't tired but he enjoyed the sight of her sleeping soundly. His shadow had noted that sleep was difficult for her lately so he would do what he could to ease the strain. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and watched the corner of her mouth twitch up ever so slightly, smiling as his touch. When things finally calmed back down the two, soon to be three of them would be nearly unstoppable.