Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child

“Don’t… don’t do that.”
Lowell mustered his courage and pushed at Felix’s shoulder to stop him, but he wouldn’t retreat. Just the feeling of his tongue gently licking the rim of his entrance was enough to make his mind go hazy. Soon, the tongue began slipping in, just slightly past the entrance, shallowly pushing in and out.
Just using fingers would’ve been enough.

If they had the time, fingers alone could have prepared him plenty—but Felix didn’t seem to have that kind of patience.
“Ah—just, just put your cock in instead.”
“I told you I can’t hurt you.”

Lowell didn’t want to get hurt either. But what he did want was to escape from the mental devastation of having his hole sucked like this. He could endure most things—but not this. And yet Felix showed no intention of yielding. His tongue continued to explore inside without pause.
“There’s a sweet scent in your fluids.”
Lowell wanted to say, No there isn’t, but every time he opened his mouth, only moans came out. His entrance, oblivious to his embarrassment and horror, began to pulse with arousal—opening and closing, betraying his true state. That, too, was humiliating.

“Ugh! Ah… w-wait, please.”
The tongue had forced its way fully inside now, softly licking his inner walls. Unlike fingers, the tongue flexed and shaped itself to match his interior, drawing out a bizarre, dizzying sensation he’d never felt before. On top of that, the subtle texture—those tiny bumps and ridges—were enough to drive him insane.
“You’re soaked.”

Felix withdrew his tongue and reinserted his fingers into the now-drenched hole. Just as he said, Lowell was loosened up enough to accept the intrusion with much less resistance than before. Every time Felix’s index finger pressed inward, as if inspecting him, Lowell had to fight the urge to arch his hips.
“Down here’s all sticky from what you leaked.”
As Felix pointed out, the sheets beneath them were soaked from Lowell’s fluids. A tongue might not be deep enough to reach his peak, but nothing else could have soaked him as thoroughly.

“I told you not to…”
Lowell bit down hard on his teeth and glared at the rampaging Alpha. Felix froze, sensing his displeasure.
“Did you really hate it? It didn’t seem like it hurt.”

With his brain dulled from rut, Felix’s only measure of judgment was: Did it hurt or not? At the confusion in his expression, Lowell’s frustration softened. He decided to let it go—just this once—and vowed not to allow it again.
“No. It was embarrassing, but it didn’t hurt.”
“Good. That’s all I care about.”
As soon as the words left Lowell’s mouth, Felix moved his fingers again, as if he’d received explicit permission. The softened insides responded to every press and thrust. Lowell, who had never opened his eyes in a triangular squint before, let his expression melt and indulged in the pleasure his Alpha was giving him.

“Ah, hnng, Felix… I think it’s okay to put it in now.”
Lowell volunteered the suggestion, worried that if he didn’t, Felix would keep teasing him endlessly with his fingers.
At least for today, I’m the more rational one.

The first time, when he’d taken the heat suppressant, Felix had led their coupling—so this time, he wanted to support him.
“Will it not hurt if I do it now?”
Despite the cautious words, Felix’s cock—already dripping pre-cum—was more than ready to ruin him.

“Haa… a little pain’s okay.”
But it seemed Felix couldn’t stand even that. He frowned, unmoving. Seeing that, Lowell smiled faintly and seductively brushed his fingers along Felix’s neck.
“You’re going to make me feel good soon, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”
An Alpha in rut had patience only up to that point. Honestly, the fact that he’d held back this long was impressive in itself.
“Aaah!”

Even though his walls were thoroughly prepared, taking in Felix’s fully erect, oversized cock was still overwhelming. His entrance stretched painfully, as if being torn.
“Lowell.”
Just as he was about to thrust recklessly, Felix paused at the sound of Lowell’s pained moan. He gently stroked Lowell’s body, waiting for the pain to subside. Taking a deep breath, Lowell tapped Felix’s solid chest once his body had adjusted.

“You can move now.”
A bead of sweat rolled down Felix’s nose. As he began to move slowly, his cock started grazing every inch of Lowell’s inner walls. Rather than targeting the specific spots that made him feel good, the way he bumped around haphazardly felt like a boat rocking on waves—pleasure swelling and falling in sickening cycles.
“Ugh, Felix… slow down a little.”

Lowell knew he was too far gone to listen, but he said it anyway. Of course, it didn’t help. If anything, hearing his name called made Felix go even faster.
I should just be grateful he didn’t shove the whole thing in. Yeah… this much is bearable.
Worried about hurting Lowell too deeply, Felix had left about a third of himself outside. Even now, it was intense. He couldn’t even imagine what it would’ve been like if the whole thing had gone in. Just as he was trying to focus on the intermittent bursts of pleasure—

“Lowell… I love you.”
The words tumbled out of Felix, pure and unfiltered. It was as if his body couldn’t hold them in anymore, a reflex of the heart—spoken straight from his instincts.
“I love you.”

The warmth that had always been in his voice whenever he called Lowell’s name now filled that clumsy confession. The impact was immediate—Lowell’s whole body flushed hot. His arousal surged too fast for him to handle.
“Lowell…”
“Mmh… hngh. Fe-Felix…”

Once he was lit, Lowell didn’t cool down. Before, he’d felt desperate because Felix wasn’t hitting the right spot. Now, it felt like every thrust struck his most sensitive nerve. His inner walls clung to Felix’s cock as if sucking him in, then pulled as he pulled out—reluctant to let go. Felix groaned deeply and devoured him.
“You’re so hot inside.”
Felix didn’t bother hiding how badly he wanted to be one with him. Even though they were already connected, it wasn’t enough. It felt like no matter how hard he moved, he could never fully close the distance between them. If he were the snowstorm raging outside, he would have melted into Lowell’s skin, been absorbed, and finally become one.

“Yes… ah… I love it too, Felix.”
Lowell’s cock hadn’t shown any signs of release, but his body trembled violently. Realizing instinctively that Lowell hadn’t climaxed yet, Felix moved his hips harder. He wanted Lowell to love it more—to be just as overwhelmed as he was.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

Even while swept up in waves of pleasure, Lowell /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ couldn’t help but laugh faintly. Most people’s lowest points were disappointing—but not Felix. Even when nothing else remained, he still sought Lowell and put his safety first.
I want to be like that too.
For the first time, Lowell felt a deep, powerful desire to imprint. He wanted Felix to fill the emptiest parts of him—so he could show it without shame.

“I love you too.”
He pulled Felix closer by the neck and whispered into his ear. As if the words triggered something, veins rose on Felix’s arms and his cock swelled even more.
“Ugh—w-wait, hngh, nnng…”

His inner walls, already under pressure, were now stretched to their absolute limit. White flashes burst behind his eyes, and with a final orgasm, he blacked out. Felix, who had been about to thrust deeper, froze when he saw Lowell’s limp form and quickly withdrew in panic.
“Felix… don’t knot inside.”
Regaining his senses, Lowell pushed him away with what little strength he had left. He wanted to take all of him—but a primal warning blared in his mind that any more would be dangerous.

“Right. You said no knotting inside because of the squirmy.”
Felix winced and slowly pulled out his cock. It was so long and thick, it took a while to withdraw. Lowell clenched his teeth and arched his back as the head dragged over every overstimulated nerve on the way out.
“Ahh… ngh.”

“Haaah…”
The cock, hot from Lowell’s inner walls, looked swollen and hard—seconds away from knotting.
The book said rut calms faster if they knot… but he didn’t even get to come. What now?

After a moment’s hesitation, Lowell decided he had nothing to lose. He reached out and grabbed Felix’s cock. The sensation was beyond firm—almost alien in its stiffness, and it made his head burn.
“Lowell… haah… squeeze it harder.”
Felix began thrusting into his hand as if Lowell’s palm were his insides. His hips jerked, and now and then, Lowell’s untrimmed nails scraped lightly along the shaft—but Felix didn’t mind. If anything, he liked it.

“Ugh…”
Lowell flinched at the ferocity of Felix’s movements—but at the same time, he could feel the ticklish, tingly heat building in the center of his palm.