Her body collapsed into my arms, her wounds soaking my suit.  I should never have left her alone, her horns brushing against my face.  Her father was the Raven Lord, her wings proving who she was.  Her heart rate was fading, death knocking at her door.  Removing her fangs from my neck, her wedding ring grew a couple of raven wings as leaves for the single lily sitting in the middle.  A doctor ripped her away from me, my hectic footfalls echoing down the hall after them.  Trying to follow them into the room, my father held me back 

“Let me go, old man!” I demanded hotly, his grip getting stronger. “I need to see her.”  Shaking his head, my body grew limp in his arms.  Fresh tears streamed down my cheeks,  choosing to bury my face in my palms.  Why did this just happen?  

“She will wake up fine.” He promised with a sharp edge in his tone, his hand resting on my shoulder. “Her father’s side woke up, and he was always a good guy.  It was her mother that made him a better person.  I don’t know if she will be able to go back to school.  We can’t send her with horns, and mismatched eyes.  I will pull you out of sch-” Stopping him, my fingers scratched at the marble floor. 

“She loves school, so that would terrify her if she never had to go back.  She has to save all of those people forced to be hunters.” I blurted out desperately, my head shaking. “Her heart would break.”  Maestro popped up behind us, his head cocking. His black business suit made his hair look out of place, his red eyes twinkled with excitement. 

“Actually, I bet she would love to hunt full time.” He chirped cheerfully, shrugging his shoulders. “Besides, as long as you are on her side. She will always be happy.  Perhaps I can teach her to become invisible or something like that.”  His pleasant smile pissed me off, my father’s presence the only thing keeping me from tearing him apart.  The doctor peeked his head out of the door, his hands motioning for me. 

“She keeps asking for you, Dean.” He groaned tiredly, relief washing over me as she sat up in her bed. “Just behave, you two.”  Walking out, his plague mask was the last thing I saw as he rushed out of the room.  Bandages covered her body, a weak smile dimming her face.  Touching her horns, tears flooded from her eyes.  Covering her left eye, she looked away in shame.  Pinning her to the bed, I sat on top of her lap.  Her hands messed with my black suit, messing with the bloody stains. 

“I don’t care what you look like. I don’t care where we are. You are my home.” I blurted out desperately, her eyes gazing into mine lovingly. “We will complete your mission one way or another.”  Doubt dimmed her eyes, a short gasp tumbling from her lips.  My lips pressed against hers hungrily,  my lips brushing the nape of her neck.  Wiping away the blood on my lips, she looked away in shame. 

“I know that.” She whispered darkly, her eyes falling on mine. “I am ugly now.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, my hands rubbing her horns.  Her thighs rubbed together, a rosy blush rising on her cheeks.  Writhing in pleasure underneath me, her breath hitched as the sheets got wet underneath her. 

“Don’t stop.” She whined under my touch, her real smile brightening the room. “I don’t care about going back to school, right now I want you.”  A devious smile danced across my face, her already hot skin pressing against my palms.  Peeling off my black suit, her fangs hung over her lips just right.  Doctor, smoctor!  If she wanted me, she was going to get me.  Pinning me to the wall, her wings unfolded. Sliding her hand down, her fingers wrapped around my thick girth.  Brushing her lips against the nape of my neck, her tongue licked every inch of my body.  Scarlet burned my cheeks, her legs wrapping around my waist.  Riding me up and down, moans of ecstasy exploded from my lips.  Every nerve of my body was screaming out as her claws scratched my back.  This shit was hot, her hands sliding my hands down to her hips. 

“You are addicted to me,aren’t you my devil!” She screamed euphorically, her fingers tracing my muscles. “That is a good thing because I am addicted to you.  You are the most delicious thing I have ever met.” Confused by her words, shudders shook my body as she gave me love bites. Losing control, the devil in me wanted control. Flipping her over, her ass wiggled in my face.  Up close her wings were beautiful, the onyx feathers tickling my skin. 

“I am going to fulfill your addiction, my little lily.” I promised lustfully, slapping her round ass cheeks. “I am going to give you the time of your life.” Sliding into her, her walls gripped me tightly. Her hips ground against my hips, it was getting harder to hold it all in.  Where did this side come from? Sitting me back, her juices dripped down my leg as her hands cupped my face. 

“No, it is my turn to pleasure the king of Hell.” She growled sensually, sliding my hands to her horns. “Please touch me some more, your majesty.”  Her screaming got louder, her hips spinning around faster with each stroke.  Damn, her horns were amazing.  Unable to control myself, my hot seed filled her up.  Shaking her head, she laid down on her back.  Rubbing her slender hand over my girth, I was hard again.  Her wings folding away, scarlet burning my cheek.  Her appetite was growing each time, and if we weren’t careful we would end up pregnant or something. 

“I want round two.” She demanded excitedly, her fingers swirling around her swollen clit. “I didn’t get to cum yet.  That really isn’t fair.”  Pouting and giving me her puppy dog eyes, I gave in to my darkest desires. Handcuffing her to the bed, her eyes lit up with joy.  Our hot bodies pressed together, my lips brushing every inch of her skin. Hungry cries of pleasure exploded from her lips, a devious smile curling on my lips. Shoving me into her, she surrendered all control to me.  Thrusting in and out, she called out my name.  Pride swelled inside of me, her heart beating faster.  My lips pressed against hers roughly, my fangs biting her lips. Her blood slid down the back of my throat, her sweet taste intoxicating me.  Drunk on her blood, my fingers undid her handcuffs. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her lips kissing mine sensually. Swirling my fingers around her clit, she moaned even louder.  

“I am going to make you cum so hard.” I whispered huskily in her ears, nibbling on her ears. “Leave it all to me.” Swaying my hips to the rhythm in my head, the sound of her voice calling out my name turning me on more. Placing her heels on my shoulders, my hard cock was already to explode again.  Hold on tight, I told myself.  Pumping harder, the expression on her face was telling me that she was almost there.  Lord, help me.  

“I am ready.” She whispered sweetly, her voice hoarse from all of the screaming. “I want to cum with you now, my devil.”  Relief washed over me, my hot seed filling her up again. She looked so sexy with her orgasm face, her legs crashing back onto the bed.  Collapsing next to her, she played with my red hair.  Sadness hid behind her eyes, a fake smile flashing in my direction.  Swinging her feet over the edge of the bed, she was a mess.  Struggling to stand, the bed squealed as she fell back into my arms. 

“Where would you be without me?” I asked playfully, a bit of joy brightening her eyes slightly.  Clearing her throat, her arms wrapped around my neck. Snuggling her head into my chest, her fingers traced my muscles. 

“The floor, I believe.” She retorted sarcastically, looking around for her destroyed clothes. “I have to go back upstairs.  I promised to protect people.”  Hurt flashed in my eyes, her mood darkening.  Standing on her feet, she stole my white button up shirt.  My breath hitched at the sight of her messy hair, and how my shirt hugged her hourglass figure.  Sliding her red skirt over her hips, she zipped it up.  Something was wrong, footfalls approaching the door.  Sliding on my pants and jacket, the door flew open.  The doctor rushed in to see her struggling to stand on her two feet.  

“You need rest.” He growled through gritted teeth, tapping the clipboard in his hands. “I need to have a discussion with the two of you.  She is part raven demon, and earth demon.  That makes you more powerful than Lucifer himself.  The true problem is that your body physically can’t handle both.  There is a way though to combat it, and it would interfere with your plans.  She needs to get pregnant so some of that power passes to the child.  Judging by your appearances that won’t be a problem.  Regardless, this is a heat potion. Use it when you are ready.” The doctor passed her a vial of black liquid, a disapproving look flashing on his face.  Spinning it around in her palm, she shoved it into her pocket. 

“I don’t understand.” She questioned earnestly, alarm ripe in her voice. “When does heat happen naturally?”  Rubbing the bridge of his mask’s beak, he sighed deeply to himself.  Flipping through the papers, his words not coming to the tip of his tongue. 

“It would be her nineteenth birthday.” He explained calmly, flipping his papers back down. “You won’t be alive by then.  Judging by my calculations, you only have a month or so left.  So the sooner the better.”  Walking out, she spun the vial in her hands. Popping off the top, a worried look in my eyes stopped her.  

“I don’t want to die, so are you okay with all of this?” She queried sweetly, gazing lovingly into my eyes. “Are you ready for this?”  A lump formed in my throat, wondering if I was too young to be a father.  The door creaked slightly, my father blocking any light from the hallway.  His casual white t-shirt and black sweat pant look was throwing me off.   

“Are you going to drink up or what?” He barked bitterly, concern flashing in his eyes. “I can’t lose you nor can the kingdom of Hell.”  Her hands trembled, my father scaring her.  A snarl curled on my lips, her heart beating a mile a minute.  

“You need to let her make the decision.” I snapped icily, tears welling up in her eyes. “I am ready to be the father of your children.  So please drink it if you wish.” Downing the liquid, she collapsed into my arms.  Cold sweat soaked her skin, a fever growing on her cheeks.  Snores echoed in my ears, my father looking uncomfortable. 

“It will take a few hours for her body to get ready, so please be patient.” He uttered in a defeated tone. “I just wanted you two to have a future like your mother always wished for you.  Setting her over my shoulders, we walked in silence to my bedroom.  Laying her down, my father crashed into the chair next to me.  

“I am going to have the future of our dreams.” I promised numbly, knowing what was coming next. “I am just scared that I am going to suck as a father.  I know she will be the best mother in the world.”  Patting my shoulder, my father brushed past me. 

“ She reminds so much of your mother, strong and stubborn.  I lost your mother to a second child.” He admitted sadly, the news sinking into my head. “She nearly died giving birth to you.  I just want your wife to be okay.”   Surprise widened my eyes, my arms embracing him tightly.  His tears soaked my shoulder, tears welling up in my eyes.  He never told me how she died, letting him go.  Shooting me a pleasant smile, he patted the top of my head.  Leaving alone with her, she looked incredibly sick.  Laying down next to her, my arms wrapped around her small waist.  The thought of her stomach swollen with my child made me blush, a change stirring in me.  The need to be by her side was rather urgent, her flipping over.  Clutching my jacket, tears streamed down her cheeks.  Soon her pain would be over.