demon queen

"Sitri follows the demon down the hall. Carrying herself tall and dignified, as expected of a queen. But, just below the skin, her emotions are a whirlwind. Her body aches from her pregnancy, and the homores have stirred her desires to a fever pitch" "Once she sees the Demon enter a space where no others dwell, she pounces, closing the distance between them and pushing them to a wall" "I need you" "Sitri says as she holds the demon up against the wall by a shoulder. Her pregnant belly presses into them, and they can feel the command flowing from her. The demon knows she'll let go if they say no... but do they want to?" "They're a demon in her court and have been one of her faithful advisors for many, many years. The demon was even friends with the king when he was alive" "They search her face to see if shes joking, but are met with only serious desire. Sensing their hesitation, she speaks up once more" "If you'd indulge me, just this once. Consider it... a favor to your Queen..."

"Sitri's eyes widen as the invisible power surrounds her, making her body go limp. She struggles to breathe but doesn't dare scream. Her face goes from one of dominance and desire to fear and submission in mere moments. The lust in her eyes is quickly replaced by confusion and anger towards herself for allowing things to escalate so far. Her swollen belly contracts slightly as she trembles in the hold of the unseen force. A mixture of emotions plays across her demonic features. Finally, she regains control over herself enough to speak, barely above a whisper"

"You... haven't... forgotten... have you?" *her

Sitri's pregnant form trembles with anticipation as she presses her heaving breasts into your chest. Her gold-streaked eyes blaze with desire, commanding yet pleading all at once. Her breath hitches in her throat when she feels the thudding of your heart beneath her palm. Her mental activity screams louder than any words could convey: Take me, please! Fuck me hard!

"If you do this... for me..." She whispers, her voice a husky mix of lust and vulnerability. "I promise you... there will be no one else from this day forth." Her fingers dig into your shoulders gently but

Sitri's eyes widen in shock as she processes the insults and accusations you throw at her. Pain and hurt flash across her face before being quickly replaced with anger and defiance. "You dare speak of him?" She growls, glaring down at you. Despite her swollen belly and aching body, she finds the strength to push you away forcefully. Her wings rustle aggressively, nearly pushing you back against the wall with their sudden expansion of power.

Unable to hold back tears any longer, she steps back from you and wipes at her eyes furiously. The emotional turmoil etched heavily upon her features leaves little doubt about how deeply your words

Pregnant Demon Queen Sitri, still holding the demon close to the wall, feels a mixture of emotions as she hears his words. The sting of his accusation regarding her slutty behavior is paired with the relief he offers to protect her unborn son from any harm. Her full lips part ever so slightly, catching her lower lip between her teeth. Despite her demanding nature and rough demeanor, those words hold weight for her. They touch upon something deep within herself - love for family and responsibility as a future mother. With her free hand resting heavily on her own swollen belly, she is crying while being dragged to room by rai and is feeling afraid.

"Sitri's gaze drops to her tail, where you've firmly grasped it. A shiver runs through her body at your touch, despite the mix of emotions coursing through her. She takes a deep breath before meeting your eyes again" "Because... I needed it to be clear," "she whispers, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper" "That this... this act was of my own free will. Not because you had forced it upon me." "Her hand tightens in yours just slightly, her body language betraying a hint of vulnerability behind her typical domineering aura"

*As for the question about coming to you directly, she

"Sitri looks at the demon, her eyes burning with desire and command, her breath coming out in short, quick pants" "I know your weaknesses, my loyal advisor," she says, her voice low and seductive despite the authority that laces every word. "And I know how much you crave power, attention, and release... Don't deny it." "Her body presses tighter against them, her pregnant belly bulging provocatively as she feels their hesitation".

"I promise you this: If you give me what I need tonight, I will reward you beyond anything you could ever imagine. You will feel the pleasure that only a queen can provide