one who lies with the sleeper

........................

Hhh—!

[They let out a soft whimper and clutch at the bedsheets, who knew the effects would take hold so quickly and there’s a definite nauseous sensation that rolls in the depth of their stomach which almost makes them double over with sickness.]

Hmm, certainly doesn't sound like it.

[He's teasing them lightly, sliding a little closer and sliding his tongue against their cheek. He can feel that brief nausea, so he does his best to soothe it, a very subtle warmth radiating from his clawed digits as he continues rubbing their stomach.]

[The rubbing helps them considerably as their shoulders gradually flex and become weaker. As they flop like a dead weight against the mattress, the rubbing masks the growing pressure in their lower gut and the almost painful feeling pins and needles running up their toes to their hips, making them feel incredibly numb - but thankfully pain free.]

[His face flushes a little, cooing softly as he continues to rub. His tongue wiggles and dabs against their face, hoping that would at least soothe the numbness; for now, at the very least. He can't quite help himself as he nuzzles into their temple.]

[As if it was on queue, their stomach gurgles quietly and they jolt as if electric spread right down to their toes.]

[Confused by his last statement, they narrow their eyes.]

Right now? No.

… Well if anything, I just want all this to be over.

[Sighing softly as they stiffen up due to the lack of movement, they rest their back against the wall and look apprehensive.]

[Eyebrows raised just a bit, he crawls up and over and settles down next to them, resting his chin on their shoulder and squinting at them curiously.]

Usually my victims warm up to the idea bit faster than this... but you are my first dhampir, so I suppose it is a new experience for the both of us.

A-Ahhaa...

[He tries to let out a little laugh, but he ends up trailing off into a whimper, his tail wrapping around their ankle and squeezing gently. Having his horns touched or played with always reduced him to a puddle of purrs and whines, it seems.]

Yes, of course. Do forgive me for being a bit silly--

[Ah.]

[He didn't expect a second show. He tenderly pets a hand through their hair, unable to hold back his chuckling as he scoots back down to rest his head against their chest, keeping his leg firmly in place.]

[He still thinks they look cute.]

In essence, yes. Only instead of just water, you have a little something extra--that being the egg.

[He's acting sickeningly innocent, tail wagging as he continues stroking their stomach. He leans up and gives them a little lick to their cheek, chuckling softly.]

...!

[He probably should've advised against moving too much, but he can't help but take a little pleasure in hearing them gasp out like that. He's about to reach up and stroke their cheek in an attempt to soothe them--but then, there's a hot, wet feeling settling just around his thigh.]

[He glances down at the ruined bed sheets. But honestly? This is one of the most arousing things that's ever happened to him. But he won't bring it up--they must be rather stressed, he can handle these carnal urges.]

Egg juice.

Just one. I had a feeling you wouldn't appreciate it if I went overboard.

[He nuzzles up into their hand, seeming less and less like a demon and more and more like a house cat. He ponders for a moment or two, tongue flicking out slightly as he thinks.]

It may hurt quite a bit when it happens, but as I said... I will be here to ensure that it will not last long.

Yes, the look. Not very many creatures can pull it off. You, however... you look very nice with this.

[He rubs their stomach gently again, nuzzling into their chest and purring growing louder once they weave their fingers through his hair. His tail curls, brushing against their ankles and wagging like a lazy cat.]

Information...?

Well, inside you, there is currently an egg. My eggs aren't usually fertile, so you do not have to worry about any little ones running around--but you ought to be due to lay it in... well, a day or two at the latest.

...

Oops?

Don’t use that tone of voice with me.

[This? This is the best thing he's ever seen throughout his many, many years. He's already slithering on the bed and curling around them like a cat, tail swishing as he rests his head just on their chest. As gently as he can, he starts stroking their distended belly, purring loudly.]

It is a very good look for you.

I do love it when my partner wears this look particularly well--you definitely look good.