The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

I felt my body on fire. Everything was driving me crazy. I could feel the heat coming from her body as I moved between her legs. Her bloated stomach actually turned me on even more.

"Ah! Uhn…! Uh!"

I grabbed her hips tightly as I moved my hips slowly, which felt way too sensual. Her lewd sounds made me want to go harder on her, pushing her to her limits. But I could not just do so when she was in that state.

I bent my back and kissed her deeply. It was, in fact, the last night before I would go to the war. There was a very low possibility of me dying there, but the fact that I would not be able to meet her for a while.

"I love you," she mumbled.

"I love you too," I said. "I love you more than anything else."

I loved her. It was an odd love indeed. It was surprising how she could love me back. If I were her, I could have loved me. But she did; she loved not just me, but my dark sides which were filled with nothing but obsession, greed, and lust.

She dared dance with the devil. I was glad she was so simple-minded and innocent. If not her, no one would.

I pulled her up by the arm and made her position on all four. She gasped. I kissed all over her back, marking every place to let anyone know that she was mine. In fact, it was a selfish move, but my dear wife never minded it. If she did, I would not have done so.

I pulled her hair back as I made love to her from behind. I felt like a dangerous beast and I was just that. It was like I was mercilessly hurting a helpless woman, manipulating her into being with me, or forcing her. I did not know how much of that was true, but there was always an uneasy feeling, although that feeling was not strong enough to stop me from doing what I was already doing.

"Ugh! Ahh! Oh, Dem…"

"Oh shit!" I cursed under my breath. I could feel her shaking, as well as my legs. I was near. I grabbed her breasts and bit on her shoulder as I let it all out on her back. "Oh, fuck…"

I panted, as well as she. She looked at me sideways with a confused look on her face.

"What? Did I not last long today?" I chuckled.

"No, that's not…"

"I know. I'm kidding," I said. "I saw you reaching a climax. You can't fake it."

She blushed and nodded. "Don't get me wrong. I don't mean that," she said. "It's just… You always do it inside."

"Ah…," I mumbled as I realized what she was on about. "I did that on purpose."

She looked even more confused. "Why though? You never do it."

"It's just… I feared you would get pregnant while you are already pregnant. I mean, I know I am not preventing much by just pulling out. It was just instinctive."

"Oh…," she muttered and then, suddenly started laughing.

"What? Is it not possible?"

"Well, technically it's not impossible. But it's really really rare and I have heard there are only ten recorded cases in the world, though I am not sure what the exact number is now," she said. "Usually, the other child is conceived around three months apart, you know. The chance for me to get pregnant again when I am already pregnant is almost impossible, so you don't need to worry about that.

You can do it inside… Besides, I like it that way…"

She blushed furiously as she said it. I had no idea how she was still so shy even though we had been married for more than two years and saw every part of each other. I knew all about her mind and body, especially her body since understanding even a close one's mind could be hard from time to time. She also knew all about me. There was nothing to be ashamed of anymore, as we were literally soulmates.

I wanted to go at it longer, but Blue had other ideas. "I just would like to be close to you. Just that," she said. "It won't make me feel good when you leave. I just want to… just sleep together, holding each other. Will that be okay?"

"Of course," I said. "My dear, it is absolutely fine."

"I think you need sleep too," she said. "The battlefield… I cannot imagine how hard it will be for you. I really… Honey, can I really be of no help? Even if I use little power, you know I can…"

"No, that's not happening," I cut her off. "There is a way you can help me though."

"What is it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with expectation.

"By being safe and healthy, within this mansion," I replied. "Darling, it is not just your life. As much as you worry about me, you should worry twice as much about our little baby. You need to keep it safe, so it can come to us safely and healthily. Don't you want to hold our baby?"

"Of course! I do… I am getting impatient each day," she said. "I want to hold my baby close to me. I just…"

"I know. I also want to meet our baby," I said. "For that, you need to be safe. You need to take care of yourself because if you are healthy, our baby will be healthy too and it will grow just the way it was supposed to."

"… Our baby won't like it if it doesn't have a daddy? So won't I. Can you promise me that you will come back safely?"

Her eyes were slightly teary, but I saw determination more. She was trying to be brave for me, so I would not see her crying before leaving. The determination to hold back her tears was so great that she defeated her urge to cry.

"Yes, I will come back. I will certainly come back for you and our baby," I said. "Every month, regardless of the situation, I will meet you at least once. I will try to send you letters, although I think it might not be possible all the time."

"Alright. I will send you letters. You don't need to reply to all of them, but if you can, try to send me two or three letters. No pressure though. The battlefield is not a place where you can be at leisure, after all."

"Promise me, my love," I said, holding her hand as we stared at each other, lying on the bed. "Promise me you will send me a letter daily. Write me about every single thing. Write me about how you spent your day, if you felt any pain, or if the baby kicked. Write me anything, everything."

"You are provoking me, my dear," she chuckled. "You have no idea how much I will have to say about now that you have given me permission."

"That's fine. I will love to hear about everything," I said. "You have no idea how much I love it each time you send me a letter when I am away. I crave to know how have you been, what have you been doing. So, tell me everything. Don't hold anything back."

"I will. Just stay safe," she said, then looked past my ear, at the window. I was pretty sure her vision was unstable. She was not seeing anything.

"I will be safe," I whispered to her, pressing her hand to bring her attention back. She looked better than I thought. Like before, I thought she would cry and look disheartened. But this time, she looked quite strong and determined.

"Yes, you will be safe. You have to be," she said. "If you love me and our child, you need to stay alive. I won't forgive you if you leave me. You have brought me to this unknown world. You are bound to take responsibility and stay with me till the end.
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Your life must not end before mine."

Death was an inevitable thing, at least for me. She was half mortal. If she accepted the fact herself, she would not die ever, if it was not for someone killing her. I wished she would someday. I would not like her to die. It did not matter if I died, but for her, I wished she would just live forever.

It would have been better if I could live with her as well, but if I was bound to die, I would rather not live to see her death. I would die before her, or with her. There was nothing else.

But in this war, I did not want to lose my life. I had to be with her for a long time, for her love and for my love and greed.