Sabi Arriza

Vulkan knew the whole implications of getting his wife pregnant, especially with Y/N who was his most devouted serf before getting engaged: he would need to have the most extreme precautions in any kind of physical interactions with her because HE KNOWS she would do anything for him, even if it involved overworking herself to making him happy.

So he made an oath to himself: no rough movements or even intimacy until she's due.

But he couldn't expect the level of endurance he would be facing with his wife looking as beautiful as she is while pregnant; the softness was all over her body, adorning her now chubby womb and legs, even her face became rounder! Now Vulkan had to even resist grabbing her cheeks in adoration, fearing he might hurt her.

Definitely, now he's treating his beloved like a delicate porcelain doll.

The only things he had to bear these difficult times were missions, of course he hated with a deep passion to leave Y/N alone, but every opportunity to keep his mind occupied had to be taken. Vulkan couldn't forgive himself if he ended up breaking his oath in an act of weakness.

But now he was facing the challenge to resist his lust as he was back from a 3-week-long mission, his heavy steps guiding him to the bathroom where a huge pool full of hot water awaited him. His body had a craving for cleaning the grim off his dark, roughed skin.

Vulkan quickly unbuckled the complex fastenings of his armor, revealing the hardness of his toned body to the empty room, to then gently submerge himself in the water as he sighed deeply. His thoughts melting into nothingness for a moment, to then wonder if Y/N would be asleep in their shared bed, by the time it was it was more than guaranteed...

Then his mind wandered into that though; the fullness of her body, her calm breathing, the almost ethereal look of his pregnant wife made his body react on his own, now having to find a way to deal with a growing hardness between his thighs.

"For the love of- not now." He groaned in frustration.

That's it, enough bath, he needs to deal with his lust now, that was his thought as he finished cleaning his body as soon as possible, leaving the pool quickly to deal with this big issue.

Vulkan never really liked to masturbate alone, it was way fun when he was able to do it with Y/N, but he knew her, he knew she wouldn't resist leading this into something more than just masturbating, and he made an oath dammit!

"Gods... Y/N..." He sighed as he enveloped his length with his fist, stroking it up and down at a slow pace, his mind drifting to the nights where they were creating a new life in that shared bed. Vulkan's breathing started to get a little worked up, as beads of pre-cum emerged from his deep red tip, and his mind remembered how she looked that gorgeous night.

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"Vulkan, my love, allow me to..." Y/N got on top of his hardness completely bare, the chubby belly giggling as she started to ride his cock, making Vulkan groan in ecstasy.

"Oh... My Flame... My Ember" He muttered with some moans sneaking in his words. "You're truly a treasure, with that body blessing my eyes... And now this... Oh~!" He threw his head back as he could feel the tightness of her.

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"Fuck, Y/N... My little Flame... Mhhm..."

His hand kept working on himself, the precum now lubricated his whole hardness as Vulkan growled in frustration, biting his lower lip as his mind kept remembering.

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She rided him in an almost perfect slow rhythm, the little movements sometimes getting interrupted by a loud moan she couldn't hold back as her body trembled for a moment, keeping the pace until Vulkan couldn't hold back any longer.

"Forgive me Y/N, but I need to..." He grabbed her by the waist like a doll, moving her up and down in a bit of a desperate rhythm, it was way harder than before but not close enough to hurt her, he felt like an animal in a rut. "You feel so wonderful... So wet... Oh-! It shows you really love this, don't you my Flame?"

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The Primach needed to support his back on the cold wall as he kept groaning, his hips bucking forward desperately. He almost could feel the warmth of his Flame, making him more desperate to release all his pent up lust, he needed to fuck her, to manhandle her, to breed her like the precious creature she is in his eyes.

"Oh- my Flame! Ah! Y/N!"

Now any type of discretion was nowhere to be found, as his hips kept bucking forward in his fist, he moaned her name in desperation, the pressure in his loins being too great bare any longer. That's when in a loud animalistic growl, he relieved himself, a big stream of his warm seed stained the bathroom floors.

His mind was finally clear and he finally sighed in relief, proud of not breaking his oath.

Cheerfully he hummed as he cleaned the mess he made, to then get dressed only with a pair of pants so he would allow Y/N to receive all the body heat she would wish for. He made some silent steps out of the bathroom and into the shared chambers of the couple, witnessing the most beautiful of views he could ever wish for: his little Flame sleeping peacefully as she nuzzled her face into his pillow impregnated with his scent.

The only thing he could say to such a view was the same thing he said that passionate night:

Even if he didn't really like it (due to the inefficiency of the act) his eyes wandered to find her pinkish toned thighs, his body craved the softness of it. You could ask the Davrax some time ago and he wouldn't even care about the comfort of the thin mattress of the cot, "As long as it's usable to it's purpose" that would be his reply.

But now the tables had shifted, and his mind couldn't or just didn't want to concentrate on his blueprints any longer, Davrax's subconsciousness had another thing to put all its efforts in memorizing.

"Stay there, Little Thing" he ordered with a groggy voice.

Lonihx didn't even plan to move in the first place. The cot, while a bit too hard to nap on it, was pretty decent for her to stretch her legs.

"There... just like... that" A loud metallic thud was heard as the Warpsmith fell to his knees right in front of the cot, while removing the helmet as his head slowly fell to that sweet spot where her thighs met.

In the moment she felt the weight of the man on her lap, Lonihx's throat purred smoothly to the first showcase of his neediness for the daemonette.

"Finally cracking?" She asked in her usual honey-like tone, the same tone she uses to tease him because she knows how much he hates it.

And that was the same tone he was now craving to hear in hush tones on his ear.

"Just... need to check something"

The usual silence of the recluded room would keep going, until a murmur started to rise from him.

"...18, 19, 20..."

"...27, 28, 29, 30..."

And then again.

"...14, 15, 16, 17..."

"...23, 24, 25, 26..."

Memorizing her little details, this was his excuse, his little loophole to just not admit that he was falling for the softness of her flesh.

"37 little moles on your right thigh, 32 on the left one..." He mumbled as he engraved into his mind that little fact about her.

"And that information is useful because...?"