Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child

Lowell already knew what Felix was worried about.
I don’t remember exactly how many weeks it’s been, but… we’re still a bit away from the safe period, right?
He tried to recall what he knew about pregnancy, but it wasn’t something that had ever concerned his previous self, so the memories didn’t come easily. Frustrated by the hazy recollection, Lowell roughly calculated how long it had been since the conception and concluded that the stable period probably wouldn’t come for another two to three weeks.

Even so, there was one reason he had so openly seduced him.
“We can do it without putting it in… Do you want me to show you how?”
The moment those words left his mouth, Felix climbed onto the sofa and pushed Lowell down. The sharp lift of his eyes and the firm set of his lips made it clear something had upset him.

“Trying to show me something you learned from another man?”
A hot breath touched Lowell’s neck. That heat quickly turned into a dull pain—Felix had bared his teeth and bitten his neck, almost as if he wanted to mark it with his name.
“I didn’t learn this from anyone. I’m only showing it to you, Your Grace.”

Lowell gently ran his fingers through Felix’s black hair. That alone was enough to soothe Felix’s edge. His dark eyes still held a glint of suspicion, but Lowell’s hand continued to move tenderly.
“And I’ll keep showing it only to you.”
Their lower bodies were pressed together. Both of them, without exception, were fully erect and yearning for each other. The dampness between their clothes was like a lit fuse, ready to ignite.

“Let’s move to the bed.”
His voice dropped, laced with breath. Felix lifted Lowell into his arms and guided Lowell’s flailing hands to wrap around his neck.
“You always tense up when I carry you.”

“It’s just… not something I’m used to.”
“Well, get used to it. You’ll be in my arms a lot from now on.”
A soft laugh escaped him, and the tension drained naturally from his body. Despite the commanding tone, Felix’s steps were careful—as if he were carrying a glass doll.

Beside the darkened bed, a lamp drew a quiet circle of light. Entering that glow, Felix gently laid Lowell down. When he climbed onto the bed as well, the mattress rippled like water.
It feels like I can hear waves.
Lowell willingly accepted Felix, who was about to wash over him. If he could fill himself completely with him, he wanted to.
“If it hurts, tell me.”

Felix, veins faintly trembling as he tried to restrain his arousal, unfastened Lowell’s buttons one by one. As the silk clothes slid down his body, pale skin was revealed. The flickering light dyed that whiteness a soft red, and Felix’s lips landed there. His fingers brushed lightly over the only place that stood out like a raspberry fallen on white cloth—Lowell’s nipple—as he slipped an arm around his waist.
Lowell didn’t even need to lift his hips slightly; his pants came off easily. A hand slipped under his underwear, fumbling as if it might grab his cock any second. Lowell reached out and tapped Felix’s thick thigh.
“Let’s do it together.”

“…All right.”
Unlike how he treated Lowell, Felix tore off his own clothes as if he might rip them apart. Heat radiated off his body like anger.
I didn’t get a good look the first time, I was too out of it.

Lowell’s gaze followed Felix’s body—well-defined muscles marked with old scars. They were signs of a life fought for in struggle, and the sight stirred a deep ache in his heart.
“Did it hurt a lot?”
He gently traced a long scar that stretched from Felix’s iliac bone to his thigh, his brows knitting together. Felix let out a faint laugh at the unexpected question, his lips relaxing. For a moment, the man looked like a boy again, and Lowell couldn’t look away.

“I don’t even remember. It’s nothing to worry about.”
Even with that indifferent answer, Lowell softly stroked the scar.
“…Haa.”

Felix’s eyes narrowed, and his already-hard cock swelled even more. Just the touch of Lowell’s hand seemed to stimulate him intensely. Lowell, unable to hold it with one hand, guided the thick cock between his thighs.
“Rub it here.”
“You sure?”

Felix didn’t seem entirely clueless about what Lowell meant—he understood right away.
“Not just sure. I like it.”
Felix must’ve had no room left to refuse, as he brought Lowell’s thighs together. Because there wasn’t much muscle on his body, keeping his legs pressed tight required some effort, but thankfully, Felix’s cock was so large that even if the gap widened, it still worked.

The flushed red cock slid between Lowell’s pale, cool thighs. Heat spread instantly. As it settled into place, the tip dragged across his perineum with a scraping touch. Like a musician playing a very slow song, Felix started moving gently—then gradually picked up speed. Where flesh rubbed, tingling warmth bloomed.
The scent of rotting apple just before it turns filled his nose. Blended with the honey scent, the smoky note quickly faded.
“Lowell.”

Felix grasped Lowell’s cock with one hand. Stimulated from both sides, Lowell’s head tilted back uncontrollably. If Felix hadn’t caught him by the nape of the neck, he might’ve fallen backward completely. Because of that support, Lowell had no choice but to meet Felix’s gaze.
Intense, pure desire crashed over him like a wave.
“…Kiss me.”

Felix’s lips parted slightly. He was usually the one who asked for permission when they kissed, but this time, Lowell had taken the initiative. A small thrill filled his head. As their longing kiss deepened, the cock grinding between Lowell’s thighs moved faster.
“Ah… hn.”
His weak body trembled, and his thighs began to spread, but Felix immediately reached out to support him. Being pinned down all over should’ve felt unpleasant—but instead, the restriction only heightened his arousal. Sticky precum leaked from Lowell’s cock, and slick liquid dripped from his entrance, as if begging for an Alpha. The dry sound of friction was soon replaced by wetness.

Ragged breathing and the lewd sound of fluid mixing echoed loudly.
“It’s not chafing?”
Despite the concerned words, Felix’s hips rammed against Lowell even harder.

“Nn, ngh… I’m fine.”
In truth, he was being pushed so hard he barely had time to register any discomfort. More than that, he had no room for words. The person he thought of as so much younger was someone who, despite carrying so many wounds, could ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) still worry over someone else’s small pain. Lowell could feel that with every inch of his body.
“Lowell. Say it again—you won’t leave me.”

It wasn’t clear if he meant not leaving Nyx or not leaving him—but it didn’t matter to Lowell. What mattered was easing Felix’s fear.
“No matter what happens, I won’t leave you.”
Felix’s movements grew rougher. The way his cock brushed so dangerously close to Lowell’s entrance made Lowell feel like his brain would melt. The only reason he didn’t beg for it to be put in was a shred of stubborn reason.

“Nn, hh…”
As Lowell came, sticky fluid spurted from his cock—and liquid gushed from his hole as well. Felix let out a low groan through gritted teeth at the mess staining Lowell’s thighs. Still holding Lowell, who had gone limp after climax, Felix didn’t move, as if unwilling to part from him. But then, perhaps thinking he was squeezing too hard, he loosened his grip slightly.
“…Haa. That apple scent is too sweet.”

“It’s because of you.”
A soft kiss landed on Lowell’s lips, and Felix’s cock slipped out from between his thighs. It was still painfully erect—far from subsiding—but he didn’t seem intent on continuing. Or rather, he looked like he was barely keeping himself from losing control.
“Why… why are you stopping?”

Lowell, expecting a mutually satisfying end, asked in a confused voice.
“You’re breathing hard. And your body’s shaking.”
It was true that his frail body was tired from just one orgasm, but the trembling came from the lingering pleasure, not exhaustion. If Felix hadn’t looked so resolved, Lowell wouldn’t have insisted on continuing either.

Anyone can see he’s holding back.
Felix’s body was flushed with heat, and even during their short exchange, he hadn’t lost his erection. This wasn’t supposed to be something done unilaterally.
“Then… let’s do this.”

Lowell wrapped both hands around their cocks and stroked them together. A deep crease formed between Felix’s brows.
“Ngh…”
His cock was slick with fluid, so Lowell’s grip occasionally slipped, jerking him more roughly than intended. The irregular movements must’ve been stimulating, as Felix’s breath grew heavier.

“I’ll take over.”
Maybe Lowell’s slow rhythm wasn’t enough to make him climax, because Felix reached out with his large hand and covered Lowell’s.