Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child

Lowell’s nape flushed with heat at the feeling that his hands—once used so thoughtlessly—had become erogenous zones. Meanwhile, Felix’s cock had fully entered its knotting phase and was now too big to even wrap a hand around. If it were still lodged in his inner walls, he wouldn’t have been able to move at all.
“Are you okay?”

“Haa… Lowell.”
He didn’t even seem to have the capacity to answer. Lowell, as if borrowing a cat’s paws, brought both hands together and squeezed Felix’s cock tightly. The stimulation was all Felix’s—but Lowell’s head felt hot enough to melt.
“You can squeeze it harder.”

But even that didn’t seem to be enough stimulation—Felix still couldn’t climax. As the knot continued to swell, the pain must’ve grown unbearable, and he sweated like he’d just run a marathon. Seeing him suffering like that made Lowell feel even more helpless.
“Felix, what should I do… what can I do for you?”
Lowell asked, his voice hoarse and ragged from moaning.

“Let me see your face.”
When Lowell lifted his bowed head, Felix—lost in euphoria—was smiling. It was a bright, childlike smile, so out of place with what they were doing. Entranced, Lowell reached out and stroked his face with his palm. Like a puppy, Felix rubbed his cheek into that hand and closed his eyes.
After a brief rest at the eye of the storm, the two began to move again. Felix’s movements grew more intense, and Lowell matched them with his hands. Partly, he wanted to help end this painful knotting—but more than that, he wanted to see Felix enjoying himself.

“I like it.”
Whether he meant the act itself or Lowell—his words were vague. Even so, Lowell’s nape blushed red. Despite receiving no other stimulation, just watching the man above him so turned on made his once-spent cock stand erect again.
“Felix… I like it too.”

At those words, Felix’s thickened shaft trembled. Finally reaching climax, he began to release—copious amounts, as if making up for the long wait. Driven by nothing but the urge to impregnate, his cock soaked Lowell’s palms and dripped semen all over the bed.
“Haa, haa…”
Lowell, as if he’d come too, gasped for air and slowly let go with his tingling hands. Felix pulled him into a tight embrace, as if trying to make up for the time they’d spent apart. Wrapped up in each other, they found peaceful rest. Two broken halves rejoined, sealing the cracks and forming something whole.

Outside the window, the raging snowstorm finally quieted, allowing the two of them to rest. It was a calm and warm night.
***
The castle, which should have returned to calm now that its master had come home, was in chaos all day. Lowell’s weakened body had begun to ache after a night of ecstasy.

“Bring cold water. Now.”
Felix, his face wracked with guilt, frowned as he ordered the servant. At the sound of footsteps hurrying off to carry out the command, Lowell forced his heavy eyelids open.
“I’m fine. I just let myself relax, and that’s probably why I got a little sick.”
Just as he said, it wasn’t anything serious. Muscle aches and a mild fever were the extent of it. But that didn’t comfort Felix. He couldn’t believe he was the one who’d ravaged someone already so fragile until they were bedridden. And even worse, his memories of the night were fragmented and blurry.

“Did everything go well with your mission?”
Lowell’s voice was raspy, like cracked earth after a long drought.
“I’ll tell you once you’re up and moving again.”

He meant it as a way of saying, Don’t strain yourself, just rest, but Lowell pouted slightly as if disappointed.
“Then tell me something else. Even an old story is fine.”
“An old story?”

“Yes. When I got sick as a kid, I used to beg my parents to read me books. Usually they were fairytales that ended with ‘and they lived happily ever after.’ I like stories that end happily.”
Feverish and dazed, Lowell was reaching back into early childhood. Normally, he wouldn’t have brought it up—it was too painful, steeped in nostalgia. But right now, somehow, it didn’t hurt.
“I don’t know many stories.”

“If it’s you telling it, I’ll like anything.”
Felix dipped a cloth into the cold water ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) the servants brought and laid it on Lowell’s forehead, his expression stiff as if thinking hard. Xenia wanted to volunteer to care for him herself, but seeing the look on Felix’s face, she stepped back without saying a word.
“Then I’ll tell you a story I heard when I was a child.”

His voice softened, as it always did when speaking to Lowell, filling the room. With his eyes closed, Lowell focused on the tale.
“Once upon a time, there lived a dark sorcerer.”
At that opening line, the guards stationed at the door flinched. Everyone knew the story—but in the Grand Duchy, no one dared speak it aloud. It was one of the tales used to slander Felix. But Lowell, unaware of that, replied obediently, “Yes.”

“The darkness he carried was so deep and powerful, it swallowed everything around him. People avoided him, afraid.”
“People were cruel.”
Even while drowsy, Lowell responded dutifully. Felix continued the story, patting him softly.

“He didn’t like being alone. He wanted friends. So he tried to breathe life into a doll he always carried. He didn’t realize it was dark magic.”
Thinking of someone so lonely they talked to a doll made Lowell’s heart ache. He felt like Felix must’ve experienced the same kind of solitude. He even had the foolish thought that if he’d been there during Felix’s childhood, he could’ve been a better companion than a voiceless doll.
“The doll faithfully played its role. At first it could only say a few words, but over time, its vocabulary grew—like a child learning to speak.”

“What happened next?”
“The trouble began when the doll developed its own will and started wandering outside. To people, a walking doll was grotesque, and they distanced themselves even more from the sorcerer.”
The irony of trying to fight loneliness only to become lonelier wasn’t lost on Lowell.

“The doll turned darker and darker, and people began to whisper that it was cursed. Then came a flood. People, needing someone to blame, turned on the sorcerer and his doll. It’s likely the dark magic had something to do with it. After all, dark magic always demands a price.”
Felix’s voice lowered. Lowell blinked slowly, wondering why Felix had chosen this story.
“The villagers feared the sorcerer too much to confront him directly. So they hatched a plan to destroy the doll. But he always kept it by his side. So they sent someone to lure him away—a kind Omega baker, who had no mate because of a bad leg.”

Felix paused, then continued. Lowell, focused now, only nodded faintly in response.
“That Omega didn’t know about the villagers’ plan. They just wanted to befriend the lonely sorcerer. The two fell in love quickly and went on their first journey together. The villagers, waiting for that moment, stormed the sorcerer’s home and destroyed the doll.”
“Oh no…”

Lowell sighed, full of genuine sorrow.
“When the sorcerer came home and saw the shattered doll, he believed he’d been betrayed by the one he loved. Furious, he gathered all the dark magic he’d ever used to destroy the village.”
“And? Did he destroy it?”

“No. He couldn’t. Just as he was about to summon the Demon King and become one with him, the baker appeared. The sorcerer, consumed by rage, tried to kill him—but in the end, he couldn’t even lift a finger.”
Felix thought the sorcerer resembled himself—paranoid, but in the end, helpless against his mate.
“The baker kissed him. The sorcerer realized he’d been wrong, and came back to his senses. Peace returned to the village. And the sorcerer never used dark magic again.”

Felix caressed Lowell’s cheek as he finished the tale.
“That’s a happy story.”
“My mother believed love could save people.”

“Was that… a story she told you?”
Lowell, blinking sleepily, responded weakly.
“Yes. The original version ends with the Demon King being slain by a Hero, who then unites the continent and founds an empire.”

Felix gave a wry smile and gently brushed Lowell’s sweat-dampened hair.
“I… like stories full of love more.”
“I thought you would.”

“Then… in that peaceful village… what did the sorcerer and the baker do… after that?”
“I don’t know. I never heard that part.”
“I want to hear more… but I’m so sleepy…”

With those final words, Lowell drifted off. Felix kissed his forehead gently.
“Goodnight.”