Demonology; part 3

The warm light filtering through the tall windows warmed Amanda’s naked form. Stretching like a cat in sunlight, Amanda cracked one eye open then the other. Her husband’s still sleeping form was next to her in bed, his horns having gown exponentially in the last couple of weeks. At first it was something concerning for Amanda, but he assured her that it was perfectly natural and part of his final stages of development.

The Taipan demons, of which her husband, Balthazar was one, were the record keepers of the nine realms. They studied other species and wrote books on them. As a species advances, like humans, they take a more interested role, usually keeping to the shadows to avoid “cultural contamination” they called it. In instances like Amanda, cultural contamination can result in an advantageous situation. The Taipan females were growing to be infertile and the race was in danger of extinction. Balthazar’s marriage to Amanda was a test to see if a human woman could carry a Taipan child to term. The news was frightening to Amanda but she had no other course, she was already pregnant.

Once a week she was required to report to Balthazar’s brother Mikel for progress on the pregnancy. The incubation period for a Taipan child was about three months, so it was unclear just how long a mixed child would take and they wanted to be prepared.

Amanda got up, dressed and trudged down the hallway to Mikel’s lab. Entering without knocking she found him reading a book.

“Humans are fascinating creatures.” Mikel commented without looking up.

“How so?”

“In general.” Mikel looked up as Amanda sat in a nearby chair. “How are you feeling today?”

“Exhausted, hungry, tired, a little run down, did I mention sleepy?”

Sitting at his work bench with a stack of books around him, Mikel listened carefully committing everything to his memory. She never saw him write anything, just listen. What was eerie was that he was able to recall the smallest of detail with such precision, you’d think he was reading it.

“How much sleep did you actually get?”

“About nine hours. Which is about two more than I normally need.”

Mikel began searching his work bench for something. Amanda was still unclear of his purpose but Mikel was somewhere between doctor and mad scientist. She wouldn’t be surprised if he handed her a bottle of pills or a rat tail to carry.

Finding a small dram of a yellow liquid he handed it to her.

“Two drops on your tongue when you are ready to sleep. It should be fine for you to take. Now, about your world…”

Amanda sat back and answered question upon question about her world and what the people were like. More importantly what child birth was life for a human. In new territory herself, Amanda had to admit she knew next to nothing about it. The last two visits, Mikel had focused these appointments on her and her background and genetic information. He took some samples from her but never told her why. The change of topic from her to her old world made her sad. She missed her little house, missed her brother and missed her job as a writer. Her new world with Balthazar was fascinating, learning about his culture and their world history. She was still unsure about being a wife and mother and eventually a Queen. But, for some strange reason, she trusted Balthazar not to steer her wrong.

At the conclusion of her appointment with Mikel, she stood, taking her dram of liquid and started heading out of the room.

“One last thing…” Mikel stopped her, “I may need your help with a project. It’s one that I am sure Balthazar would not want you to be involved with but I require your expertise. Can I count on your help?”

“I need to know what I am getting into before I can make that kind of guarantee.” Amanda stopped and turned to face him.

“I need to harvest more of your kind to repopulate our species.”

Amanda stood quietly.

“Harvest?”

Mikel nodded. Amanda grew angry.

“You don’t harvest people, we don’t grow on trees.”

“Fine, acquire. I need your help.”

“With what? Kidnapping women for you to knock up?”

“I need you to guide me to a large population of females for selection.”

“You’re a pig.”

“This is from the King himself.” Mikel responded evenly.

It was hard to rile Mikel, but it was apparently easy for Amanda to lose her cool.

“I’m sure Balthazar would be very interested in knowing about this.”

“He already knows and he approves but requests that we ask permission first.”

Amanda stood staring at her brother-in-law, mouth open.

“We leave in two hours. Make your preparations.” Mikel turned away from the redhead and went back to his books.

Turning from his room, Amanda was shocked that Balthazar would agree to this sort of mass kidnapping. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Wondering the halls without looking where she was going, she decided that she was going to go but only to prevent them from taking these women. Maybe she would stay in her world, terminate the pregnancy and forget that she was ever in a demon dimension.
A sudden pain caused her to double over. Her stomach contorted, as if something was moving inside of her. Amanda moved her shirt up to look at her stomach, still flat but with something clearly wrong. Staggering back to her room she hoped that Balthazar was awake to help her and to answer a few questions.

At her room, she was disappointed to find them empty, but the pain had subsided for now. In a foul mood, Amanda stripped her clothes off and headed to the bathroom to bathe. Underneath the faux waterfall, Amanda tried to rinse the morning off of her. Upset and confused about what she was doing and what she wanted, she began to lather her body. Rubbing her breasts with the soap, she found her nipples to be incredibly sensitive. At first surprised, she began to explore this new development. The areolas had darkened and spread while the nipples were now erect and slightly longer. The water on them created a very pleasurable experience, it wasn’t until she rubbed them that it caused a heighten state of arousal instantly.

As her left hand explored the possibilities of nipple tweaking, her right hand instinctively went south. It didn’t take long for Amanda to work up a sweat rubbing her clit. Closing her eyes Amanda stuck her first three fingers inside her and began to work out her frustrations on herself. She only served to work herself up but was having her usual problem alleviating it. Feeling a hand on her back bend her over, she looked back and saw Balthazar taking up position behind her. He entered her easily and began to rock gently. Amanda was thankful that he had arrived when he had but she was still mad at him. Pushing back against him with force, she took her anger out on his cock. Slowly she could feel his knot beginning to swell. For now it stimulated the opening of her pussy before it became lodged inside her.

When it was clear it was not pulling free from her, Balthazar pushed harder and deeper, feeling her muscles contract around him sent ripples of pleasure throughout his body. At the height of his pleasure his body convulsed and he roared like a beast filling her with his seed once more.

Now that she was pregnant and his body have sensed it, it took a few moments for the swelling in his knot to subside enough where he could dislodge from her.

Amanda stood and turned to face her husband, a goofy look on his face. Slapping him hard, she turned and grabbed a towel and exited the waterfall.

“Blast a peirol, what has gotten into you girl?” He exclaimed watching her towel off.

“Harvest women? You really want me to help your brother harvest female humans?”

The venom caused Balthazar to stare at her for a long moment before he could register what she had said.
“Recruit. I don’t want to force anyone.”

“But you would have me go?”

“I’m going too, I figured you would want to ensure the women was coming on their own.”

Amanda stormed into their bedroom and began to dress. She wasn’t happy with this idea but she was less angry knowing that he would be with her.