I look over at Felicity in the car seat. She is quiet and looks like she is about to pass out. I bet if she feeds her and we get in the car, she would fall asleep. “Let’s finish up our food and let me indulge your needs,” I whisper, my voice dark. She nods her head as we finish our plates and I pay for the food.
Once we get back in the truck, Felicity starts to fuss, so Blair feeds her one more time before we leave the parking lot. She’s safe in her car seat as we drive home. On our way to our house, she falls asleep in the car, my cock hard and painful from how Blair’s arousal fills the cab of the truck. I continued driving towards our home, but I moved my hand on her thigh as I kept my eyes focused on the road.
I looked over at Blair for a quick second as she cocks her head to the side in question. “Lift your butt for me really quick,” I whisper. When she lifts her ass from the seat, I tear her leggings off her body, a ripping noise breaking the silence, her moaning in the process. Her scent assaults me, making me growl, forgetting that I needed to be quiet. Blair shushes me and swats my arm, giggling from our situation. “Be quiet.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, your scent drives me wild,” I whisper as I rub my index and middle finger along her slit, feeling how wet she is for me.
“Let’s see how quiet you can be as I fuck you and make you come.” My chest vibrates from holding in my growl. The vibration has her breasts leaking milk through her shirt, making me groan. I shove two fingers into her heat, her innerwalls pulsing around me. I have the perfect angle to hit her G-spot. With each thrust into her, I flick my fingers forward. I can feel her slick coating my fingers, her walls fluttering around me.
She moves her hips with my movements, chasing her pleasure. “Good girl, keep riding my fingers,” I whisper, as I listen for any noises from Felicity behind us. She’s still asleep, thank god!
“I’m close–” she moans, her pussy begging for my knot. “Want your come–” she pleads. I move my hand faster now, the palm of my hand hitting her clit with each thrust. My tail comes up and traces her lips, her mouth opening on a whimper.
“Suck the end of my tail for me, pretty girl. You can’t have my come right now, but I’ll definitely be knotting that tight little pussy of yours when we get home,” I whisper as she opens her mouth, letting my tail fill her mouth. She moans around my tail as it fucks her face, my fingers rapidly moving in and out of her as I feel her convulse, coming all over my hand.
“We’re almost home. I’m not done with you yet, mate.” I growl at her as we drive down the main road to our house. Felicity slept that entire time, and when we got home, we changed her, Blair fed her, and put her to bed.
I spend the rest of my night worshipping my mate, thankful for everything I have in life.
40
Chapter 40- Asmodeus
It’s been about six months now since the birth, and things finally seemed to settle down and work itself out. Felicity is finally sleeping through the night daily. We put her in the bedroom next to us for now, a monitor in our room. She’s learned to sit up, roll and try to crawl, but not quite there yet. She babbles and talks quite a bit, it’s the cutest thing. I make sure to involve her in conversations, and the way she lights up melts my heart.
We started giving her real food to go along with breast milk and I never realized how messy babies were. I looked at the food choices in the grocery stores, and I was not impressed with what these companies make for babies when nutrition is vital. I’ve started making all her own baby food including pureed yogurt treats and frozen pops and fruit since she has started teething.
“Okay baby girl, you ready? Here comes the train, choo choo,” I coo at her as I have a spoonful of pureed carrots on a spoon. I have been trying different vegetables and fruit, trying to figure out which ones she likes the most.
She opens her mouth, I put the spoon in and she closes her mouth, swallowing. “Good girl, how did that taste?” She blows raspberries, pureed carrots flying everywhere from what she didn’t swallow. Her finger goes into her mouth, gnawing on her finger.
I grab another spoonful to feed her as Blair is laughing behind me while she’s making dinner. “Open sweet girl! Nom, nom, nom.” Moving the spoon closer to her, her mouth opening for the food, eating the entire spoonful, smacking the tray with her tiny, chubby hands.
Blair has made fun of me and joked about how domestic I am. Yeah, she’s right. Just because I’m a demon, doesn’t mean I can’t be devoted and take care of the people I love. Felicity and Blair deserve the best homemade fresh food, and I know they appreciate it. I’ve stepped up my cooking game and skills to provide the best for both of them. We usually feed her while I am cooking and then Felicity will sit in her high chair as we eat dinner.
Every day I will give Blair some time to herself, and will strap Felicity into the baby harness and wear her on my chest as we work in the garage together. I talk to her about what I’m doing to the car and what needs to be done. She talks back as if she knows exactly what I’m talking about. Blair has caught us a few times and takes sneaky pictures of our time together. Hopefully as she gets older, she will still enjoy coming out here with me and showing interest in fixing cars.
Her hair has finally started growing, and looks like she will have curly hair like her mother, but it’s blonde instead of lavender. She has the cutest little tail that she loves to grab and stick in her mouth. I know once she gets her teeth she hopefully won’t gnaw on it, I don’t need her hurting herself.
Ever since she has started teething, she has been very grumpy and difficult to get to sleep. I have looked up everything I possibly can to help her with the pain. She’s currently getting her two front teeth in, and boy are they sharp! I don’t know how Blair does it, and lets her still breastfeed. We have learned that my come helps with the pain. I can even rub it on her tender breasts and nipples and it will dull the pain for her.
Everyone was right and the newborn stage happened way too fast. She’s already learning a lot and growing way too fast than I would like. I want her to stay tiny and sleep in my arms all day. Thinking about her being born only six months ago, brings tears to my eyes. Before we know it it will be her first birthday.
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I come into the house with Felicity strapped to my chest. We were outside in the chilly December air, getting ready for winter. Suddenly I hear crying from the second floor. I head up the stairs looking for my mate.
“Blair?” I call out to her.
“Here, in the loft,” she calls back, her voice choked up and hoarse.
“Is everything okay?” Concern for my mate riding me hard. The need to fix what’s wrong is guiding me towards her. Felicity coos at her mom as we get close.
I rub her back, trying to comfort her as she finally calms down. “I was reading another one of my mothers journals and I was not expecting that truth bomb to happen. I don’t know how I feel about what I just read,” she whispered, hereyes puffy and red from crying.
“Can I read it?” I ask. She nods and hands me the leather bound journal.
Blair was born on august 3rd. Labor wasn’t too strenuous and only lasted fifteen hours. It took about three months for her eye color and hair color to come in fully, they looked exactly like mine. Which meant she was a clairvoyant and could have the same powers I did.
