VC Day 1 - Bath time

Of course you're coming. Demi knows that.

A few minutes later you are both in the big bathtub in the master bathroom, full of bubbles and scented oils. Your arms are around Demi, nestled under her generous breasts, but above her even more generous stomach. Your own boobs are up against her back, under the water, and it feels amazing. Her wet, soft, hair is in your face, and you... still don't totally know how you got here, but you are not complaining.

"...and then this girl apparently killed this guy because he summoned her to human traffic her or something? And so she killed him," she complains, talking about her day. "And then whenever one of us kills a human, we have to fill out a form 31, and..."

You like listening to her. It's a little scary and weird, but you do like it.

"And then I had to watch this replay from one of ours, and it turned out it was my roommate from when I was at Uni, and I'm watching her just get pounded by this huge bear of a guy, and he makes her bend over and spreads her cheeks, then jizzes on her asshole... kind of uncomfortable, since I know her, you know? And then he made her suck him. You know, there was this one time when we got off together. This girl in the next room had snuck her boyfriend in and he was just fucking the shit out of her, and me and her, you know, my roommate, we had to..."

After you are done soaking, you help her out of the bath and dry her off, which she reacts too strangely, covering her face... you can't really tell because her skin's red, but she's blushing.

"What?" you say, drying her off.

"I just... you don't have to do this for me..." she says as you rub her with the towel.

"You're pregnant," you say. It's obvious, right? But Demons aren't like people... they aren't like... fragile. Pregnancy is not the same for them.

"Thank you," she says sweetly, and kisses you when you stand up. "Feel! Feel, feel," she says, putting your hand on her belly.

You don't feel anything.

"You missed it," she says.

Better luck next time. You help her put on her sexy little nighttime negligee that she likes to sleep in, and together, you brush your teeth at the twin sinks, then go to bed.

"Ugh..." she says, settling back on her pillows... "I need to have this baby."

You don't know what to say... so you just move over closer to her and kiss her cheek. She smiles at you.

"I'll be more fun when I'm not preggo," she promises.

"You're still fun," you say.

She looks at you. "But?"

"Your mom..."

Demi groans. "I know. She's a lot."

"She was sunbathing today with her boobs out..."

"Was that hard for you?"

"It wouldn't have been, but she made me do it with her," you say.

"Oh, you did?" Demi laughs. "Bet that was fun."

"It was stressful!"

"Oh. You poor thing. Come here." She pulls you over and kisses you all over your face and neck.

"OK... seriously," you say.

"I know. She's just thirsty," Demi says.

"For what?"

"For you, of course. You're a human," she says.

"I'm married to her daughter!" you say, outraged.

"She doesn't care. And she never visited before I married you. She's just here to feed on your energy," Demi says. "This place was actually lonely."

"Seriously?"

Demi nods, looking serious.

"You don't believe me?" she asks, seeing your skeptical look. "I can show you."