Claude ground his cock against his mother's soft entrance, letting her feel every vein pulsing along its length. She shuddered beneath him, heat pooling between her thighs.
"Is... is this okay? I'm pregnant," she asked breathlessly. As much as she craved him, the baby's safety still came first.
"It's fine, Mother. A daemon baby is strong and won't die that easily," he reassured, voice calm and confident.
Claude remembered from his past life in the modern world that sex during early pregnancy was generally safe if both mother and fetus were healthy.
And with daemons, it was even more so. Their offspring had an extraordinary will to live—an evolutionary trait to keep their kind from extinction.
"But we can stop if you want to," he added, eyes scanning her face. "You've not been feeling well lately."
"Who said that? Even the doctor said I'm healthy! I just can't eat much because of the nausea," Dalia huffed, clearly annoyed.
Claude sighed but smirked. "Fine. Let's do it."
