Two footsteps echoed in the hallway. His and hers. He was still wet, his hair dripping onto his bare chest. Orias had a new bounce in his step, a grin on his face—never did he expect to be excited over the thought of getting pregnant. He was male, technically, which made the enthusiasm stranger still. His target was walking beside him, her honey eyes watching him cautiously.
Was she right to be cautious? Absolutely. He just fingered his own mother and jerked her off.
“Say Sela, you are a fire salamander right?”
Small talk was never his style. He attempted it anyway—get her comfortable, then make his move. His hand brushed against hers.
Raising an eyebrow and moving her hand away, Sela nodded.
“Yes, Prince. Why do you ask? Do you need me to light the fireplace in your room?” She asked, her tone neutral.
He shook his head, a smirk on his lips. Truth be told, he never really paid more attention than necessary to his Chief. The salamander was competent, a great leader to his rat army and the only person that applied five years ago. Now he needed to learn more about her.
Stopping in front of her, he put a hand on the wall, caging her in. Orias had to look up to meet her gaze.
“You’re very far from home, aren’t you? What happened?” His voice was low, his eyes focused on her lips. They looked dry. How rude of him not to moisturize them.
The tall woman leaned back against the wall, avoiding his eyes. Her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up. She was a muscle mommy.
“I suppose. My village did not have much opportunities for... well anyone.” She let out a sigh. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips and her gaze stared into his soul.
Orias gulped. His dick was going to come out if he kept staring at her long tongue.
Adjusting the towel around his waist, he smiled.
“That is very courageous of you to risk so much, leaving your home, family, and comfort to come to the Ashfen.”
The fire salamander villages were to the south east behind the mountain range and the Ashfen was in the north. She must have travelled far to get here.
He leaned closer to her, sniffing her scent. She smelled like the fireplace in his room, smoky and warm.
Sela felt the heat on her cheeks and turned away from him, her tail twitching behind her.
“Prince why are you acting so strange? Are you drunk?” Her voice was a pitch higher than usual.
“Of course not. I just realized what a hardworking and reliable chief I have.” He tried to touch her tail but she slapped his hand away.
A vein popped on her forehead and she glared at him before pinning him against the stone wall. Her hand on his chest, her body close to his.
He was too shocked to say anything.
“I was not born yesterday, Orias. What are you up to? You always act like a pervert but never towards me. What do you need from me that you are willing to flirt with me?” Her voice was a mixture of anger and something softer.
Another swallow. This was not going as planned. Time to do what he did best.
“I want to fuck you and bear your child.” He said, his expression blank.
Sela blinked. She let go of his chest and took a step back, her mouth hanging open. Closing it and taking a deep breath, she tried to speak but the words failed her.
Seeing her reaction, he decided to take advantage and grabbed her hand. Gently, he pulled her to his room, closing the door behind them. His eyes never left her confused face.
Before she could speak again, he went to grab the womb sketch.
The room was silent. The bed was still messy from the other night, the candles were lit, and the smell of sex was in the air.
Finally Sela found her voice. “What the actual fuck, prince? Are you insane.”
He chuckled and shook his head. Was he insane? Probably. But he needed her red mana.
“You have fire magic right?”
She nodded, her expression still confused.
“Okay then I want your child. Thank you very much.” He said, bowing dramatically.
That seemed to snap her out of her daze and she grabbed his shoulders, shaking him.
“Explain to me why you want my baby? Aren’t you fucking your sister? Why would you need me for that?” She asked, her voice rising.
A hint of something in her tone. He filed it.
He tried to pry her hands off him, but she was strong.
“I don’t think explaining would help. Just know that if you let me fuck you, we can win this war against my brothers and take over the world,” he answered with a straight face.
Raising an eyebrow at his grand statement, she eyed him suspiciously.
“Okay maybe we can only win the lake back, but still. Don’t you want that?” Orias put a hand on her cheek and caressed it. Her skin was warm, a natural warmth that felt nice against his palm.
Sela closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This prince was a complete idiot but a strategic idiot. If this would help her keep her job, and not have to move back to her village, then maybe it was worth it.
Opening her eyes, she grabbed his balls through the towel, making him groan.
“You said you would bear the child. That means you are the one getting pregnant right and all the symptoms that come with it. I am not interested in being a mom nor a weak, sickly woman for a month.”
“Wait a month?” He asked, tilting his head.
She squeezed his balls, making him wince.
“Salamander pregnancy takes a month. We aren’t like humans that take nine months. We are superior that way.”
That was relieving. A month was much better than nine. He nodded, his hand on her wrist.
“Oh and how long does it take for them to mature?” He asked.
The Chief shrugged. “About six months. They are born as toddlers and can walk immediately.”
A shiver went down his spine. Toddlers? As in big ass babies that can walk around? That was horrifying for whatever organ was about to be involved but not as horrifying as the smile on Sela’s face.
“They use fire magic in the womb too. Sometimes the mother gets burned internally and dies. And if the baby is too strong they might burn their way out of the womb. Do you still want to do this?” She was enjoying his fear. Her smile grew wider.
Gulping his spit and all the remaining fear he had, Orias nodded. The divine womb would prevent any harm. Why else would it be called divine? Right. Right?
Sela let go of his balls and removed the towel, his erection springing free.
He watched her take off her clothes, her muscles flexing. Eight pack abs, strong thighs, and a pair of firm breasts. Her nipples were a dark pink and hard.
Damn. She was built like a warrior goddess.
Orias put the sketch of the womb on the nightstand and he activated his magic, the familiar pull of shapeshifting a new organ settling into place.
“Get on the bed, Prince. I don’t have all day.” She barked.
“Yes ma'am,” he mumbled, climbing on the red sheets and lying on his back, his erection reaching for the heavens.
The bed squeaked as Sela got on it, her hand stroking his shaft. He groaned softly.
“You are girthier than I expected. I will have to prepare myself.” She said, using her own saliva to lube her hand.
Lining his dick with her entrance, she pushed down slowly, her warmth engulfing him. His hands gripped the sheets as she took him fully inside her. Warm. Way warmer than Bella. His toes curled and his eyes rolled back.
Sela hummed in satisfaction, her hands on his stomach before raising her hips and lowering them again. Her ass clapped against his thighs, the sound of their flesh meeting filled the room.
“Okay... I see why your sister is so happy,” she murmured, her eyes closed.
“Nhng~” He moaned. No thoughts. Only the tightness of her walls and the heat of her core.
She rode him like a stallion, her pace fast and rough. Sweat beaded on her skin, making her glow in the candle light.
“Grab my tail, Prince.” Her voice was sultry.
Doing as told, he grabbed the tip of her tail and she gasped, her insides clamping harder on his dick.
“Fuck~ yes! Just like that. Keep pulling it, hard,” she commanded.
He obeyed, the tail was so smooth and warm in his hand, he couldn’t help but stroke it.
The pleasure drove her insane and she kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth with dominance. The burning sensation made him cum inside her, his semen filling her core. She continued to ride him, her own orgasm close.
Leaning back, she arched her back.
“Go higher, I’m about to... cum, Prince!” She shouted, her tail whipping wildly.
Orias grabbed the base of her tail and pulled up, causing the salamander to cry out, her hot essence gushing on his stomach, dripping down his balls.
Her body twitched as the last waves of pleasure washed over her.
“Fuck~” She sighed and collapsed on his chest, his dick still inside her.
The room was silent, their breaths were heavy and their bodies hot. Orias was being squished by her weight but he didn’t mind. He ran his hands down her back, feeling the sweat on her skin as her essence seeped from their joining.
She kissed his neck, her sharp teeth grazing his skin.
“Thank you for the good time, Prince. Try not to die from the pregnancy.”
White fluid dripping down her pussy, she pulled out his flaccid dick and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. He watched her get dressed, his body exhausted but his mind was racing.
A small smile was on his lips.
She grabbed her sword and her clothes before looking at him.
“Will this be an affair or are you going to tell your sister about us? I have no preference but if she tries to stab me I will stab her back.”
He shook his head. His sister was too precious to keep secrets from.
“I’ll tell her. Don’t worry she won’t hurt you, probably.”
Sela shrugged and walked out of the room, leaving him alone in bed with a strange feeling in his womb. His tattoo was glowing—wait glowing? Pink?
What the fuck.