The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

My wife was sitting at the dressing table naked, combing her hair. She was still as beautiful as I had seen her on our wedding day. We had been together for years. Yet I fell in love with her anew every day.

Her back was towards me, and I could see the snake mark all over her back. It made me angry no matter how many times I saw it. Azure did it, that son of a bitch.

"I think Demian is hiding something," she said.

"That boy is always hiding something, Blue. I saw him going somewhere in the middle of the night more than fifty times. I thought he was going to meet a girl. So, I gave him advice on contraception," I said.

"He knows all about contraception, Dem," Blue said and chuckled. "I don't think he is meeting a girl or even going to whorehouses. I think… I think it's something about his power. He never told us if he had any special power, although he asked me to teach him something new and interesting, like how I created the dragon. You know, I don't know how I created that dragon. It sort of happened.

It's been years and I still have no idea how I did that. How can I teach him something that I don't know about.

"And he thinks that I am not telling him on purpose."

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"He is ambitious, Dem. Our son wants to know and be able to do everything that I can do and more," she said. "It's kind of like Bree wanting to surpass Dion and impress you."

We had Bree four years after Demian was born. Blue wanted a daughter and I did not care. I did not want anymore children, but I did not say anything since Blue wanted another kid so bad. She said that it would be better if it was a girl. Even if it was not, she would not have any other kid.

"He is not the type to go to meet a girl. In fact, I haven't seen any sign that he is interested in female bodies," she said. "Do you think we should send someone to follow him? The shadow, maybe?"

"I don't mind doing that," I said. I did not care how she managed the kids, honestly. I was not good at it. When the kids were children, I changed them when they pooped or peed, but I was not good at being there for them emotionally. I had no idea how to do that and I did not want to know either.

I got up from bed and groped her breasts from behind. "Why don't you join me in bed?"

"Really, Dem?"

"Yeah. I want to fuck you and come inside you," I whispered into her ear.

"You do that all the time."

"Yeah, but it's exciting that I can do that as many times as I want without you getting pregnant. I don't know about you, but I personally find that hot," I said.

"I find the pregnant part hot, like you getting me pregnant. But I don't like the 'carrying a child for real' part. I want to get pregnant with your child but not carry it. Does it make any sense?"

"You mean, you want it to vanish after we are done fucking?"

She burst out laughing. "Yeah! Exactly that! Gosh!"

"Kinky."

"The other day, Demian was asking me if I can have any more children. I said no because my body turned immortal and it won't ever change, so carrying a child is impossible now. He said thank god. Can you believe it? He thinks we might have another child. I mean, why would he think that?"

"I can see why," I said. It was obvious what Blue and I did every day and night. She did not even have her period anymore, which meant we could do it even more. It was not like our children were babies. They knew what was going on. I could understand Demian's concerns.

If I was sixteen and my parents had another child, that would be weird and annoying. All the crying and cooing…

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"Yeah, but I can barely keep my hands off you. And you also seem to touch me every now and then. My arm, my hand, my thighs."

"I don't see anything wrong with that."

"Neither do I. Well, let's let our kids have whatever thought they have," I said. "Why don't you focus on me instead?"

I nuzzled her neck. She giggled and touched me over the robe. I groaned and leaned into her touch.

"Fucking hell," I groaned, not from pleasure.

"What?" Blue asked, noticing the change of tone.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Our son," I said.

Blue quickly put on a robe and watched herself in the mirror to make sure there was no sign of whatever we were doing on her appearance.

I opened the door and there was him. Dion.

"Dion! I thought you were going to be away for a while," Blue said. She gave Dion a hug and kissed him on the cheek. Dion was almost as tall as I was, perhaps two inches or so shorter than me. He had to bend so his mother could kiss him.

"Finished early," he said. "I wouldn't disturb you so late at night, but there is something you two really need to see."

I sent Dion to gather some information about recent bandit attacks. Some bandits were attacking houses every two days and no matter how much precaution we took, they always managed to evade the knights. Dion was good at swordsmanship (not so much at magic; he did not get much of that from his mother), so I sent him there. I thought Blue would oppose to that, but she agreed readily.

She said that he was perfect for the job.

"Come in," I said. "What happened to your forehead?"

"A funny thing," he said and chuckled. "Bandits did not do it. I walked into a door."

"Really, Dion?" Blue laughed. "There is a bump there."

"Quite ugly, if you ask me," I added.

"It will go away," he shrugged. "Now, will you two stop laughing at me and just listen to what I have to say?"

I had not noticed Blue was also laughing. Dion, although he was truly amazing at wielding a sword, was clumsy when he was not using a sword. He would run into doors, stumble and fall down the stairs, trip over his own feet.

Even a few days ago, we had to call Doctor Dimitri because Dion bumped his pinky toe against the leg of the table in Blue's office and his nail came off.

"So, I found the one behind it all. And honestly, it's gonna surprise you," Dion said. He looked so much like me that I had to wonder if I was like him when I was his age.