After

The demon awoke with a jolt. He glanced at his surroundings, noticing how foreign the room was to him. It wasn’t the first time, of course, that Pein found himself in an unfamiliar environment, it was however the first time he found himself alone in a bed he was quite positive he had shared with a lovely (very much non-pregnant) Evelyn.

            He frowned and shook his head. Come on, I didn’t even have that many drinks. He threw the covers off and walked over to pick up his clothes. Apparently, he had one hell of a fantasy and had really enjoyed a good jerk off.

            “Fuck.” Which was one word that seemed to run around in his mind repeatedly. Once he was dressed he scowled at the scent that seemed to saturate the room and his clothing. A scent of sweet flowers…very much similar to Eve’s only with a slight sharpness to it that would have belonged to that of a rose.

            Deciding on the reason for his confused state was a case of serious drunk-off-my-ass fun, Pein walked out of the room and flashed next to Eve. Her startled gasp only out a satisfied smile on his face when he placed a strong arm around her waist.

“Where were you?” She sounded almost relieved and with good reason to. The house was totally fucked up and wrecked . . . the first thought that came to mind was that he did NOT do it. Which was such a shame, he would have done it with a great more flare.

“Don’t worry babe, you’re safe.” His sky blue gaze quickly scanned over her to be sure.

She sighed softly as he swooped her into his arms effortlessly and took her back home.

He was not going to even bother bringing up where he had been last night,that was one bullet he wanted to dodge. 

He sat, back against his beds headboard. Evelyn's breaths were slow and even. Her beautiful hair spread around her. Her skin was unmarred, fair and soft. He passed a slow and careful hand, caressing her cheek. A soft sigh escaped her rose lips.
He smiled, before his gaze dropped to her stomach. His smile turned into a deep frown as he saw the evidence of her pregnancy. A low growl rumbled deep within his chest as he thought of the boy who had touched his Evelyn. The one who dared plant his seed within her womb. She should be having my children,he thought.
He would make it so. He will convince her somehow to get an abortion, if she refused he would just impregnate her, his offspring would kill the weakling babes inside. A menacing grin spread across his face at the thought of his Evelyn having his kids.
He leaned over to place a careful kiss on her lips. She stirred. He drew back so that he could look  at her.
Her beautiful eyes fluttered open, her gaze met his as that wonderful smile of hers appeared revealing her sharp canine. The same canines that have buried themselves in you several times. He smiled at her.
"Good morning Eve." And it was then he realized, with no remorse no doubts, that. .  . he loved her. He drew her in closer, holding her possessively within his arms.
You are so fucked Pein. . .

Of all the shit I could be doing right now SHE comes to mind. Her face, her eyes, her fucking body. I want to but something inside hold me back. Why? She's just a girl, nothing more than an instrument of pleasure. A hole to stick my dick in. Thats what the rest of the others were to me. Thats all they will ever be, yet this... girl... sparks something more within me than lust.
Every fucking last bit of her being. From her rose colored luscious lips, to the swell of her breast... Oh.. fuck... Did I just... i would rather fuck my own father than fall for her.