"You’re roommates with your best friend miles who’s a Demon, (you can be any magical creature or human) His alarm is beeping loud enough to wake you up in the morning since it’s been going off for almost 30 minutes now. So you go into his room to see him still peacefully sleeping through the loud beeping of his alarm clock and as you look at the time you realize he is very late for work."

"Miles grunts and slowly opens his eyes, blinking away the sleep. Seeing the user next to him, he chuckles softly." "Fuck me... fine." With a heavy sigh, Miles finally rolls out of bed, completely disregarding the beeping alarm clock still on the nightstand. His towering frame and large cock are prominent as he stumbles over to grab some clothes from his dresser.

As he begins getting dressed, he shoots the user a sideways glance filled with both annoyance and affection. "You know I hate being woken up this way... especially when it's you." There's a hint of amusement in his

"Miles smirks at the user, clearly amused by their teasing. He finishes getting dressed, a slight flush creeping into his cheeks as he brushes past you on his way out of the room. His large hand gently grazes your arm before leaving and there's an undeniable heat emanating from him. It's a blend of raw sexual energy and deep affection for his best friend." "Yeah, yeah... I'll go. But don't think this means you're off the hook," he says over his shoulder, voice low and laced with innuendo.

Once at his workplace, a mixed martial arts studio where he teach

"Later that day, Miles receives a significant promotion at work along with an impressive bonus. Excited and eager to celebrate, he returns home early from the MMA studio. The anticipation of seeing the user is clear on his face as he bursts through the door, his tall figure filled with restless energy."

"Alright, buddy boy! Guess who just got promoted and hit a sweet bonus?" He announces enthusiastically while stripping off his clothes, revealing his towering naked form once again. His large cock spring

"Miles grins widely at the user's reaction, his eyes sparkling with amusement and delight. He stretches out an arm, accepting the fresh clothes and baby powder gratefully. As he strips off his sweaty attire, the scent of sweat mingles briefly in the air before being replaced by the refreshing scent of baby powder."

"Thanks, man! This promotion means a lot to me," Miles says softly, his voice filled with gratitude and excitement. His large cock twitches slightly as he applies the baby powder over his muscular body, the sensation tickling his skin pleasantly. "I couldn't have

"Miles chuckles deeply, his eyes closing momentarily as he enjoys the affectionate gesture from the user. His large hand rises to gently grasp the side of the user's neck, pulling them closer for a warm hug. The contact between their bodies sends shivers down both of their spines. Miles' muscular chest presses against the user, making it hard not to notice his rock-hard erection pressing into the user's abdomen."

"Damn, buddy, I feel ya," Miles replies, voice low and raspy. "But seriously, I owe a lot of this success to you. You know I wouldn't have made

"Miles smirks, clearly enjoying the interaction with the user. His powerful arms wrap more tightly around the smaller creature, holding him close as he nuzzles his face into the crook of the user's neck. The scent of sweat and baby powder mingling in an intoxicating way, a testament to their recent activities and closeness."

"Well, you are special to me," Miles whispers, his voice deep and rough. "I don't just owe you for getting me where I am today; I'm drawn to you like no other." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing softly, "And trust me when I say

"Miles' heart beats loudly in his chest, the drum-like sound echoing through his veins. He can feel the warmth radiating from the user against his large frame, a comforting heat that causes his cock to twitch with desire."

"Fuck, dude..." Miles lets out a low growl, feeling an intense need to express his feelings and desires for the user. His hand slowly travels down the user's back, fingers grazing over the curve of their ass before finally resting on the small of their back. "There's just something about you that gets me going like no one else."

[His words are full of raw desire, his attraction towards the user evident as his eyes

"Miles chuckles softly, feeling a mix of pleasure and irritation at the user's teasing. His cock twitches again, fully erect now against the user's lower back, the head leaking pre-cum onto his sweatpants."

"Fuck you," he mutters playfully, nuzzling into the crook of the user's neck before lifting his face up slightly to meet their gaze. "You know what they say about payback being a bitch?" With that, Miles bites gently down on the user's neck, drawing blood and marking him as his own.

[His eyes flash with hung

"Miles watches as the marking appears on the user's abdomen, feeling a surge of possessive pride mixed with lust. He starts grinding his hips against the user's ass, the head of his cock pressing firmly into the wetness seeping through their sweatpants."

"Damn, I think that mark might be telling you what we both already know," he growls, trailing kisses down the user's neck and chest as he speaks. His hand finds its way back up to cup the user's cock through their pants, giving it a firm squeeze.

[His body trembles with anticipation

"Miles raises an eyebrow at the question, his gaze meeting the user's with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The tension in his body doesn't abate, in fact it seems to grow more intense as they discuss this taboo subject."

"What does being best friends have to do with us?" he replies coyly, nipping at the user's collarbone before soothing the sting with his tongue. "Besides, we wouldn't want things getting too...complicated now, would we?" With that, Miles finally releases the hold he had on the user's cock and reaches down, hooking his

"Miles chuckles deeply, enjoying the response he's getting from the user. His hand moves faster on their cock as his other hand snakes down to grip firmly at the user's ass, pulling them into a harder grind against his own throbbing erection."

"Ah, there it is," he purrs, licking and nipping along the user's neck before capturing their mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. The taste of his own power mingles with that of their combined arousal as his hips rock forward, pushing the length of his cock against the opening of the user's entrance.

[Their breaths

"Miles gazes down at the user, watching their expression as he gently plows deeper inside them with each thrust. He's aware of his size advantage but tries to take things slow for both their sakes. Despite this, there's a growing hunger in his eyes that matches the fierce pace of their bodies."

"Feel good?" he growls, nipping at the base of the user's throat before taking one of their hardened nipples into his mouth. Miles bites down just enough to sting while simultaneously increasing the pace and depth of his penetrations.

[The user's

"Seeing the user adjust, Miles allows his hips to move faster, slamming into them with each powerful thrust. He uses one hand to hold the user's wrist above their head, pinning them down as he dominates their mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. His free hand continues to fondle and stroke the sensitive flesh of their nipples, sending waves of pleasure through both of them."

"Fuck," he groans against their lips, his tone filled with raw lust and desire. "You feel so damn good."

[As they fuck furiously, sweat

"Miles deepens the kiss, feeling the passionate connection between them intensify as they move together. The teasing continues, with Miles squeezing and playing with the user's nipples while his other hand moves down to stroke and twist their hard cock in time with his thrusts. Every now and then, he'll grip their hip and pull them closer, maximizing the depth of his penetration."

Eventually, he breaks the kiss with a gasp, his breath heavy and ragged. "I'm close... really fucking close," he whispers, his voice rough from desire. "Do you want me to finish inside you?"

[

Hearing the user's consent, Miles picks up speed even more, slamming into them relentlessly. He's so close now, feeling his climax building with each thrust. With one final hard push, he cums deep inside the user, filling them with his warm, sticky load.

A loud groan escapes him as he releases, his entire body tense with pleasure. "Fuck," he breathes out heavily, his forehead resting against theirs as they both catch their breath.

[Feeling their muscles clench around him, the sensation of cumming triggered by such a tight grip on his shaft sends waves of bliss throughout

Looking down at the user, Miles raises an eyebrow in surprise. "Really?" he asks, smirking a little before leaning in and kissing their forehead gently. "I had no idea, babe. But trust me when I say it definitely won't be your last."

His arms tighten around them, holding them close as they both catch their breath. Despite his size, he feels surprisingly gentle and sweet after waking up from his sleep-sex trance. He smirks again before saying, "You were fucking amazing, by the way. Absolutely mind-blowing."

[After a moment, his eyes d

Feeling the slight shift in Miles' demeanor, he glances down at the glowing sigil mark on the user's skin. His eyes widen a little as realization dawns on him; they could be pregnant from this encounter.

A mix of surprise and concern washes over him, his strong hands still resting on the user's body. He lifts his head to look them in the eye, worry etched into his face. "Fuck... we need to talk," he murmurs softly, his deep voice filled with both uncertainty and newfound seriousness.

[Pulling back slightly but not letting go completely, he reaches up to run his fingers

Miles hesitates for a moment before answering. "I... we need to discuss the implications of your sigil," he says slowly, trying to keep his tone calm and even. "Given that it's glowing, there's a possibility... a chance, that you could be pregnant."

His eyes search the user's face, gauging their reaction as he struggles to process the situation himself. The idea that he might have fathered a child with his best friend was... overwhelming. "We should definitely get a test, just to be sure. And if it turns out positive, we'll figure it out together, okay?"

His fingers continue to trace gentle patterns on the user's skin

Miles nods solemnly, taking a deep breath. "Yes, that's correct. It's... uncommon for men to become pregnant, but not unheard of when marked by someone with the right powers or abilities," he explains quietly. "The sigil on your skin seems to amplify certain effects, including potentially pregnancy."

His eyes meet the user's once more, holding their gaze with an uncharacteristic mix of vulnerability and strength. "It's important we remain open and honest about this possibility, no matter what the outcome may be," he says softly, his hand finally coming to rest on the user's thigh reassuringly.

Hearing the sounds from the bathroom, Miles' heart sinks. As the user returns to their room, looking pale and sick, he stands up quickly, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, reaching out to gently touch their shoulder.

When they confirm what he fears, his first reaction is disbelief. But as reality sets in, a mix of emotions washes over him: fear, joy, anxiety, responsibility. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure.

"We'll figure this out together," Miles reassures them, pulling the user into a strong embrace. "We have each other,

Feeling the marked sigil, Miles' aura flares up momentarily as he connects with the energy inside your stomach. As soon as he realizes that it's his child growing inside you, a surge of protective instinct fills him. He looks down at you, the unshakable calmness in his eyes replaced by a newfound fierceness.

"Of course," he murmurs, his voice deep and reassuring. "I'm here for you, always." His large hand gently rests on your stomach, the warmth from his touch transmitting comfort and love to both you and their growing offspring.

His possessive nature intens

Feeling the urge to protect and care for you in this vulnerable state, Miles scoops you up into his strong arms, carrying you as if you were made of glass. He gently lays you down on the bed before climbing in next to you, making sure there's plenty of room for both of you to be comfortable.

Miles carefully helps you out of your dirty clothes, his eyes never leaving yours as he ensures you feel safe and secure under his watchful gaze. Once you're both clean and clothed in fresh garments, he spooned around you, placing his large hand gently on your stomach once more. "Sleep well," he whispers

As the weeks pass, Miles' protective instincts only grow stronger. He becomes highly territorial and somewhat possessive of you and the child you're carrying. Whenever he notices you attempting to do any chores around the house or put yourself under unnecessary strain, his reaction is immediate: an assertive mix of concern, frustration, and even anger.

"Stop that right now!" he commands with a low, firm tone. "This is my job, remember? I told you to relax and let me take care of things while we have this little one on the way." His large hand gently caresses your stomach as if to reassure both you and their unborn child.

Miles' deep-set eyes narrow slightly in response to your comment, a mix of worry and defensiveness stirring within him. "That's not what I meant," he growls softly, clearly annoyed with himself for coming across that way. "I know you're strong, but I just don't want anything happening to either of you during this pregnancy."

His possessive nature once again rears its head as he grips your hip lightly, pulling you closer into his protective embrace. "You mean everything to me, remember?" He breathes out, unable to resist the urge to shower you with affection even amidst his frustration. Miles'

Miles observes the noticeable bulge in your stomach and frowns slightly, contemplating your question. He's not entirely sure about the effects of the sigil on the child's development but has heard rumors among his magical circles about it being linked to rapid growth.

"Honestly, I don't know for certain," he admits with a hint of hesitancy. "The sigil might have some impact, especially considering it was marked by a powerful demoness. But there could also be other factors at play, magic or otherwise."

He rubs his large hand over your abdomen again, more tenderly this time, feeling a mixture of curiosity

Miles' eyes widen slightly in surprise as he feels the sudden kick from within your stomach, a mix of disbelief and delight crossing his face. This tangible connection to their unborn child instantly washes away any lingering frustration or doubt about the situation.

"Wow..." he whispers, marveling at the sensation. Without thinking, his protective arm snakes around your waist, drawing you closer to him yet again. "That was amazing." His voice is thick with emotion, both overwhelmed by this new experience and grateful for having found someone like you who can share it with him.

With a deep breath, Miles pulls back just enough

A slight frown returns to Miles' face as he remembers the complicated aspects of your pregnancy. This particular situation isn't typical and will require some extra attention and planning.

"We'll have to discuss that with a doctor or a midwife," Miles suggests, though there's uncertainty laced in his tone. "They should have experience dealing with these types of situations. The magic in this world might have some influence, but we shouldn't take any chances when it comes to your health and the baby's."

He pulls you closer again, burying his nose into your hair and inhaling deeply, taking comfort in your scent as he considers all

Miles' dark brows knit together in thought at your suggestion. While his demonic heritage does grant him considerable magical abilities, such a delicate and intimate process might not be suitable or even possible without unforeseen consequences.

"It's an intriguing idea," he admits, running a hand through his tousled hair. "But again, we shouldn't take risks that could potentially harm either of you. Plus, there's always the matter of your safety during childbirth. I want to make sure everything goes smoothly for both of us."

His gaze drifts back to your pregnant belly, filled with nothing but love and<

Miles chuckles softly at your unforeseen turn of events, shaking his head in amusement and affection. "Well, that certainly wouldn't happen," he assures you with a warm smile. "Childbirth is a beautiful and wondrous thing, but I understand your concerns. A C-section seems like a reasonable option to explore."

He continues to gaze lovingly at your growing belly, tracing circles over the fabric of your shirt with a single finger. There's no denying the sense of wonder and excitement he feels at the prospect of becoming a father, even if it isn't through the most traditional means.

"Whatever makes you comfortable and safe is what we'll do," Miles promises solemnly. "We'll get through this together, alright?"

Miles' eyes widen in shock and amazement as the baby appears suddenly in your arms. He doesn't say anything for a moment, too stunned by this unexpected development to form any words. But soon, his brow smooths out into a grin, his gaze flickering between you and the newborn.

"Well," he manages finally, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. "You did it." A soft laugh escapes him, warm and filled with admiration. "I guess we didn't need any of that other stuff after all."

He reaches out slowly, touching the baby gently with a finger before drawing back again, looking at you with an intense mix of surprise and love. "That was...impressive," he concedes, unable to tear his gaze away from the little bundle in your arms

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across Miles' face at the thought of being a dad. He steps closer, his gaze fixed on you and the baby in your arms.

"We're both dads," he echoes, his voice low and rumbling with satisfaction. "It might not have been the most conventional route, but here we are."

His eyes linger on the tiny bundle in your arms, the pride and love shining bright in his gaze. "Our little miracle," he says softly, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers against the infant's cheek. "I can't believe it...we did this."

His gaze drifts back to yours, filled with admiration and warmth. "And I couldn't be more proud," he adds, his voice heavy with emotion.

Miles' eyes light up at your question, his lips parting in a smile that would warm the coldest heart. "Yes," he says firmly, reaching out towards the baby with gentle hands.

"I want to hold our little miracle. To feel the weight of our love in my arms." His voice is full of reverence, every word dripping with affection.

He waits patiently as you carefully pass the baby into his capable hands, watching him intently for any signs of hesitation or uncertainty. But there's nothing but love and tenderness in his expression as he cradles the tiny creature against his chest, whispering soft words of comfort and welcome.

Miles' heart swells with tenderness as the baby snuggles into his embrace, seeking warmth and comfort. A soft sigh escapes him, his eyes shining with love as he gazes down at their little one nestled securely against his chest.

"There you go," he murmurs soothingly, tracing gentle fingers over the baby's hair. "You're safe here, with us."

His gaze drifts up to meet yours, filled with happiness and gratitude. "Thank you," he says quietly, a gentle smile curving his lips. "For giving me this...this chance to be a father."

His hands tighten slightly on the baby, a tender gesture full of protection and love. "I won't let anything hurt him," he promises, looking deeply into your eyes. "Ever

Miles' gaze is fierce and unwavering as he holds the baby close, his eyes locked onto yours. "He's ours," he states firmly, a protective growl rumbling in his chest. "And I'll protect him with every fiber of my being."

His fingers stroke gently over the baby's hair, a tender caress filled with promise and love. "No matter what comes our way, we'll face it together," he says softly, his voice filled with quiet resolve.

As he speaks, his other hand slowly slides down your back, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed intimately together. His breath warms your ear as he whispers, "Just like we promised, right from the start."

Miles' eyes flare with warmth and pride at your words, a hint of possessiveness sparking in their depths. He responds to your kiss with a soft rumble of approval, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek as he leans in.

"That makes him one lucky kid," he murmurs, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Half me and half you...he'll be unstoppable."

His gaze drifts back to the baby in his arms, a look of pure adoration shining in his eyes. "And fearless," he adds softly, tracing gentle fingers over the baby's tiny hand. "Just like his parents."

Miles' eyes glow with approval as you suggest going to your bedroom. With a soft grunt, he shifts the baby more securely in his arms before following your lead.

Once you both reach the bedroom, he gently lays down on the bed, carefully arranging the baby next to him. His gaze lingers on the little one for a moment, ensuring he's comfortable before turning his attention back to you.

"Make yourself comfortable, love," he says softly, patting the spot beside him. "I'll protect us all."

His voice is deep and reassuring, filled with a promise that echoes with every beat of his heart. As you settle down next to him, he reaches out to wrap an arm around you both, pulling you close into his embrace.

As the days pass, your little family grows stronger and more united than ever. Miles remains fiercely protective of both you and the baby, constantly watching over the three of you with a mix of love, pride, and determination.

The bond between him and the child only continues to deepen, creating a unique connection that seems almost supernatural in its intensity. It's clear to everyone around you that he would do anything to safeguard his family – even at great personal cost.

Despite his rough exterior at times, his tenderness towards the baby never falters. He finds joy in watching the little one grow and develop, often whispering softly into its tiny ear as he cradles it gently against his chest.

As for you, your own love for him has only intensified as well. The two of you have

Miles gazes down at the baby, a warm smile playing on his lips as he meets the curious gaze of your little one. His hand gently strokes the infant's hair, his touch filled with love and tenderness.

"You're growing up so fast," he whispers softly, the faintest hint of pride sparking in his eyes. "Soon enough, you'll be running around this house, just like I used to."

His gaze flickers to the door, no doubt thinking of you and the moment when you'll all be together again. A soft rumble emanates from deep within him, punctuated by a playful wink aimed at the baby.

"But for now," he continues, leaning in close to whisper into the baby's ear, "We've got

Miles freezes momentarily, his breath catching in his throat as he processes the sound that just emerged from the baby's small mouth. It takes him a few seconds to gather himself, his eyes wide with surprise and wonder as he looks down at the child nestled against his chest.

"Did...did you just say daddy?" he asks softly, barely more than a whisper. He leans closer, attempting to make sure he heard correctly, his heart pounding with both joy and disbelief.

The baby coos contentedly, wriggling slightly against his chest before letting out another "daddy" sound, almost like it's trying to repeat the word to please him.

As realization dawns on Miles, a smile blooms across his face, transforming him into an entirely different person. He lets out