My eyes fluttered open, intense pain burning my muscles.  Hot, I felt so hot.  Ripping off his shirt, the cotton didn’t stand a chance as the material burned up.  My skirt fluttered to the ground, Dean was still asleep next to me.  A fever burned my cheeks, cold sweat drenching my skin.  Howling in pain, Dean jerked awake next to me.  Desire raged inside of me, just the graze of his fingers made all of my nerves beg for him.  

“Devil!” I moaned sensually, this damn heat clouding up my head. “This hurts so much!”  Pinning me to the bed, raw hunger burned in his eyes.  Ripping off his clothes, my breath hitched at the sight of his glistening muscles. Tracing his fingers all over my body, I writhed in ecstasy.  Damn it! What was wrong with me?  A scream exploded from my lips, his tongue teasing my swollen clit.  Swirling his tongue around faster, my hand grabbed his head. Cocking his brow, a devious smile curling on his lips. 

“My lily, I am going to make you scream so loud that you won’t be able to speak tomorrow. Let’s wake the dead, my dear.” He growled huskily, his fingers sliding into me.  Unable to contain myself, the dripping of my juices turned into a flood as an orgasm set my body into spasms.  Shaking his finger, he crawled on top of me.  Our hot bodies pressed against each other, his woodsy scent intoxicating me.

“Put me in.” He demanded sensually, guiding my hand down to his hard cock. Wrapping my hand around his thick girth, he moaned euphorically as I put him in.  A daze came over me, his strong hands placing my heels on his shoulders, thrusting in and out.  This felt so amazing, the pain melting away.  Dropping my legs to the bed, I pinned him to the bed.  Surprise widened his eyes, hopping on top of his hard cock.  Riding him up and down, claws grew from my fingers.  Black feathers floated around me as my wings unfolded themselves from their prison.  

“I am going to make you cum so many times, devil.” I teased lustfully, sliding his hands up to my breasts. “They aren’t going to play with themselves, are they?”  Pale flesh oozed in between his fingers as he played with them roughly.  Shit, I was about to cum again.  Another flood soaked the sheets, exhaustion setting in. Twitching with pleasure, his tongue licked my nipples.  Spinning my hips faster, he flipped me over.  Grabbing a horn and my wings, he shoved his girth inside of me.  Pulling on both, another level of pleasure trembled my body.   Screaming his name, his other hand slid up to my other horn.  My tongue wagged, his hands rubbing my horns.  

“Stop it!” I pleaded fervently, my ass grinding against his hips. “This feels so good, Dean!” Pausing for a moment, our eyes met.  Something woke him up, a scarlet blush reddening his cheeks.  Tears welled up in his eyes, confusion twisting mine.  A sharp cry of pain exploded from my lips, teardrops crashing onto my back. 

“What if I am a horrible father?” He whispered softly, the pain growing again. “What if I fail you both?”  Using my feet, I flipped him underneath me again.  My white hair hung like a curtain around my face, tears of agony crashing onto his.  Clutching him close to my chest, my fingers shoved him inside. 

“I know you are going to be a great father.” I promised sweetly, cupping his face as I rode him roughly. “I need this pain to stop, or it never will until a child is within me.  Please, it hurts so bad.  Please let me pleasure you for once.”  Pressing my lips against his hungrily, he melted into my arms.  Wiping his tears away, his hips danced to the same music in our heads.  Screaming out his name, his grunts of ecstasy grew more frequent as his hands slid down to my hips.  Holding me down, he throbbed three times as he filled me up with his hot seed.  Instead of collapsing next to each other like usual, we just held each other close.  Tears streamed down our faces, the bitter dread of what was going to happen next eating at me.  Surprise widened my eyes, a gentle smile brightening his face as he wiped away my tears.  My body trembled in his arms, his ring glowing red.  The red lily on my ring bloomed further, a myriad of footsteps crashing towards the bedroom door.  Tossing me his jacket, he slid on his pants really quick.  His father burst into the room, a weak smile on his face.  The crowd behind made my skin crawl, black vines curling from the ground.  

“You should pay at least if you want to see something!” I barked briskly, Dean covering me up with a blanket. “What do you want?  You just ruined a rather nice moment.”  A dark cloud hovered over my head, Dean patting the top of my head.  

“Forgive her.” He chirped cheerfully, a death glare shooting from my eyes. “To what do we owe your presence?  Also could you please send everyone but you away.  This is already rather awkward.”   Cocking my brow, everyone but his father left.  Refusing to look at him, he cleared his throat.  The white t-shirt and black sweatpants look threw me off, his muscles bulging underneath the tight t-shirt.  

“You are with child.” He mumbled numbly, his eyebrow twitching. “In the future, please address me with more respect.  I can’t look weak in front of my people.”  Guilt ate at me, a deep sigh tumbling from my lips.  Bowing my head in shame, my trembling fingers gripped the silk sheet beneath me.  

“My sincerest apologies.” I growled through gritted teeth, still slightly grumpy. “Let me make it up to you with dinner tonight.  I will use the kitchen to make your favorite meal, so please join us.  I promise to make it the best meal you ever had.”  His face softened, a sly grin curling on his face.  Leaning against the door frame,  he cocked his head.  

“I accept your apologies, Princess Ary.” He mused playfully, stroking his chin. “However I don’t think you can manage it at all.  I would like a butter poached lobster with a creamy mushroom risotto.  And for dessert I would love a chocolate souffle.  Do you think you can manage it?”  Standing to my feet, Dean rushed to cover me up.  

“I am going to make the best damn lobster you ever had, father!” I announced proudly, Dean rolling his eyes. “Just you wait.”  Chuckling to himself, he left us alone.  Turning back to Dean, my face fell. I didn't know how to make any of that, my mind panicking.

“You don’t know how to make any of that do you?” Dean suggested cautiously, burying his face in his palms. “You’re lucky that I know how to cook.”  A nervous smile danced across my face, doubt flashing in my eyes.  A neat pile of clothes sat next to the bed, the dark purple catching my eyes.  Clicking on the ruby bra, she pulled the deep purple dress over her head.  The purple sweater dress hugged her hourglass figure, my cock growing hard again. 

“I just need recipes.” I stammered oddly, pulling my hair into a ponytail. “I would love your help though.  Maybe after that we can have some extra dessert.”  Concern flashed in his eyes, my own anxiety about being a parent eating at me.  Flashing him a polite smile, he put me on his back.  Snapping his fingers, a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans replaced his usual suit.  

“That is fine with me, but I get to choose the dessert.” He growled huskily in my ear, sending chills of pleasure up my spine.  It was taking me everything not to drag him into bed.  Spinning me around, his hands traced my body as his lips kissed mine hungrily.  Walking back towards the wall, his fingers slid up my skirt.  Twirling his fingers around my clit, he covered my mouth. 

“This is just a taste.” He promised cruelly, leaving me wanting more. “Let’s go cook.”  We turned to walk out, his father dragging him in the opposite direction of me. Shooting me a devious grin, he waved at me.  Damn it! That was my only way of succeeding. 

“I can’t stand cheaters, my darling daughter.”  He taunted lightly, Dean protesting in his grasp.  A sudden realization hit me, I didn’t know where the kitchen was.  Was this a part of his devilish plan, Uncle Rose popped up in front of me.  Smoothing his hair, a curious glint in his eyes caught my attention.  A cookbook sat in his hand, several pages were marked.  Dusting off his icy blue suit, he laughed to himself. 

“This should help you.” He offered kindly, linking his arm around my elbow. “Now I can’t help you physically cook, but I can guide you to the kitchen.  Walking  him in silence, my jaw fell to the ground of the large professional kitchen.  Silver counters shimmered around me, a black eight burner stove sitting on the far wall.  A black hood hummed over it, Uncle Rose sat down at the black marble island.  Dark green cabinets stood out against the black, a black chandelier swinging over my head.  

“Thank you for the help.” I uttered tiredly, the heat I had experienced starting to take its toll. “Can you tell me more about my father’s past, and why everyone is scared of him?  Even Dean was scared when my wings came out for the first time.  Not to mention I have his horns, and one black eye.  I need to know.” His cheerful face fell, his fingers drumming on the table.  Pulling out the ingredients, his throat cleared. 

“You won’t like what you will hear.” He warned carefully, crossing his hands. “Stop me at any time.  He was born to the Lord of the Raven, the one rogue colony of demons that still remains.  I am not sure what happened to your grandfather, but your father led the army to take over Hell for the Raven clan.  He killed half of the demons in Hell, and regretted it his whole life.  He always told me that if he had been in charge of the Raven clan that he would have stopped the endless war.  His whole life he killed and killed until he met your mother.  She made him happy, and stopped him from killing again.  Hell, she even freed him from the curse of hatred.  The two of them were so happy the day you were born, so I expect you two will be soon.  Good luck, I have matters to attend to.”  Standing to leave, he winked as he sauntered out of the kitchen.  Humming to myself, my mind struggled with the fact that my father was once an enemy of Hell.  How come he killed so many people?  Pulling my phone out, a warm smile illuminated my face.  The reception was fantastic here, my finger hovering over Mandoro.  Pressing the symbol, the time passed easier as my favorite songs exploded from the speakers.  A couple of hours passed, perfect versions of the recipes shimmered in front of me.  A blasted black demon cat attempted to leap onto the counter, my body smashing into the creature.  Claws slashed at my face, three small lines of blood dripping down my face.  Tossing the creature into the hall, the floor shook underneath me.  A giant black paw opened the door, a single red eye looking in.  Dashing past it, his father looked at me rather curiously.  

“Dinner is ready.” I announced out of breath, the two of them watching me run from the cat demon. “I will be by when I can.”  Sprinting down random halls, Dean chased after us.  Calling out the name Lucy, the damn cat skidded to a stop while shrinking back down.  Leaning against the wall, my chest heaved up and down.  The cat hopped on his shoulder, the monster hissing at me.  

“Knock it off, Lucy.” He ordered irritably, offering me his hand. “She is harmless.”  A black puff of smoke swirled around his shoulder, a red haired girl with copper eyes glared at me from his shoulders.  Her black cat ears flattened when Dean set her down. 

“I am his youngest cousin, Lucy.” She grumbled in defeat, Dean holding onto the color of her Wednesday Addams dress. “I just wanted a bite.”  Pouting away, my face softened at the sight of her looking so upset.  Accepting his hand, my fingers felt around my pocket.  A single wrapped chocolate sat in my palm, the girl’s eyes shimmering with joy as I set it down in her palm. 

“Accept that as my apologies, and you are more than welcome enough to join us.” I chirped cheerfully, the little girl’s tail wagging with joy. “That is my favorite chocolate, so enjoy.”  Unwrapping it, she popped the chocolate ball in her mouth.  Moaning in pleasure, her arms wrapped around my legs.  

“Thank you so much.” She cried out in childlike joy, running off in the opposite direction. “Have a nice dinner.”  Cocking my head, she transformed into a cat again.  His lips kissed the top of my head, his strong arms putting me on his back. My lips parted in protest, his words breaking the silence first.  

“That was cute of you.” He mused happily, cupping my hands. “You seem a little on edge.  You can talk to me, you know.”  Saying nothing, he set me down in front of the private dining room.  Opening the door for me, his father sat at the head of the white oval table. Yawning, he motioned for us to sit down.  The black silk chair scraped against the floor, both of us sitting down next to each other.  Snapping my fingers, fire reheated the food again.  

“I just want to apologize for my attitude.” He choked out, his cheeks flushing red. “I just w-”  Stopping him, the chair scraped as I stood to my feet.  Serving him a plate, his eyes followed me as I served Dean as well.  Giving him a warm smile, he rested his head on his hands.  His black Italian suit fit his personality much more.  

“I misspoke as well.” I admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head. “If it means anything, I am sorry for my father’s behavior towards your people.  I know that I didn’t do any of it, but please accept my fullest and formal apology.”  Bowing in his direction, he shook his head.  Sitting down, nothing was said.