The Demon Lord's Lover

Naila’s P.O.V.

I can feel him before I can even see him; I struggle to open my eyes. “Mmm, it’s so bright.” I think Dante moves next to me. “Naila, I thought I lost you. I thought you were gone.” He holds me kissing me. I look at him, and I see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “Dante…” The door opens, and Adria and Leo come marching in.

“She lives!!” Leo exclaims, and Adria elbows him. “How are you two feeling? Dante, I have to change your bandages, and Naila, you feeling okay?” I nod. “I have something to tell the both of you.” We both look at her. “You both need to get out of my office, and Naila’s pregnant.” She said the last part fast. Dante thinks for a bit.

“Wait, what? Is the baby okay?” I asked. Adria nodded. “When Draco injected you with the antidote, it was just in the nick of time to stop the bleeding. I believe it was Dante’s blood that saved you both.” Dante stands up and holds my hand. “I need to take you somewhere.” Adria looks at him. “Your bandages, they need changing.” Dante sighs, frowning. “Quickly.” He commands.

After a few minutes of Dante cursing his sister for being rough, she injects him with something. “It will help with the pain for a few hours. If you need any more just let me know. Now get out of my office.” Dante stands up, and I sit up. “How are you feeling?” I nod. “Fine.” I reach out for his hand to take. “Thank you, Adria.”

He helps me up, and we teleport to the roof of the castle. “Naila…” he starts, but I put my finger on his lips to silence him. “Dante, before you say anything. I want to tell you something... I love you, I’ve felt this way for some time now, and I never got the chance to say it, either because I was too scared or it wasn’t the right time. But thank you for saving me and not giving up.”

His hands make their way to my face, and he kisses me deeply. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him back, opening my mouth to let his tongue in, to taste him and feel him. I press my body against him as we deepen the kiss.

“I love you so much Naila, thank you for loving me and giving me a chance at a family.” He leads us to the bedroom and slowly removes the clothes off of me.

Stripping himself in between kisses until we are both naked, he lays me on the bed and joins me. His eyes mirroring my own full of love, he dips his head and kisses me again and again.

He eventually slides inside me and slowly thrusting in and out, never breaking the kiss. He lifts my leg, allowing himself to move deeper. I moan, but Dante muffles it with his kisses.

He thrusts more rigid but still slow; my body responds to every thrust, and Dante responds to my every moan. I clench around him tighter until he breaks the kiss “Fuck Naila, you’re squeezing me.” I turn my head, wrapping my arms around him. He continues to thrust at a slow and deep pace.

His lips brush my neck as he gently kisses and licks; I moan, wanting more. “Dante, I am close.” He bites down on my neck, and I close my eyes; I come hard; my walls contracting around him, and soon he comes making my orgasm longer.

He grunts, feeling me milk him as he releases himself inside of me. He puts my leg down and lifts his head, “You know I can never get enough of you.” He kisses me, and I feel him stiffening inside me once more—this insatiable demon.

Hours later, we are both panting and covered in sweat. “Shower?” I ask, and he lifts me, carrying me into the shower. “Dante, hurry up.” He lifts me and slides inside me once more. I moan as our bodies connect. Dante grabs my waist and thrusts inside me over and over. I can only hear the sounds of our breathing, the water splashing on us, and the lewd sounds our bodies make.

I am screaming his name as I come for like the 4th time; his dick jerks as his orgasms rock through him. I am spent, I tap his shoulder, and he puts me down. We shower, not taking our hands off each other until we hit the bed and soon are knocked out asleep.

The next day, Dante is sitting on the bed feeding me breakfast, and suddenly I run to the bathroom, emptying my stomach. “Babe, are you okay? You need some water?” I glare at him. Do I look okay? He backs out of the bathroom slowly.

“Naila, you have to eat something.” He rubs my stomach, which surprisingly seems to help a bit. “What’s the point if it comes back up anyway?” Dante nods, “Maybe some tea will help; I’ll be right back.” I nod, sighing, Wow I can’t believe I am pregnant; I wonder what our baby will look like. I absentmindedly rub my stomach, smiling.

“You’re practically glowing. Who’d have thought my brother would get a mate, fall in love and knock up her up? Let me tell you I did not.” Adria comes into the room and hands me some tea, “It will help with nausea.” I nod and take a sip. Bleh, it’s disgusting. I make a face. “Where is Dante?” She smiles. “He had something he needed to tend to.”

After taking a nap, I feel a lot better, and nausea has subsided. When I open my eyes, I see Dante just sitting next to me, staring at me lovingly. “That’s creepy,” I comment, sitting up. He rolls his eyes, “Go take a shower; I have something planned for you.” He is dressed very formally in a black tuxedo with a white undershirt. I raise my eyebrow.

“What is the occasion?” He presses his finger on my lip, winking at me. My heart still races because of this man. “It’s a secret, now get your ass in the shower.” He says in a commanding tone. I sit up, bite my lip, and head to the bathroom. “I’ll have your clothes ready for you for when you come out.”

After my shower, I head back into the bedroom. Dante is nowhere to be found. Instead, a beaming Adria is waiting for me. “Sister, I never had; get your ass over here and let me fix you up nice and pretty. My brother is going to fall in love with you all over again.” She says through a huge smile.

“Black lace, bra, and underwear with matching lace garter belt….” I say dryly, not shocked at all. “Just put it on…also, how are you feeling?” I nod. “Nausea is gone like it never happened.” “Good, then tonight will be a night to remember.”