Two days later they rushed back home, Alpha carrying Satan in his strong arms. His head rolled back between his shoulder blades as he staggered up the stairs with his weight. He could recover at home without medical care. Alpha took care of him making sure he got plenty of rest and stayed hydrated. Acetaminophen also helped him feel better. He needed to rest well as his body will do one of the most amazing “things” ever: it will bring into the world a tiny not-so-human being! He still felt pain in his lower abdomen. Most of that pain was subdued, but it used to be sharper. From excitement and happiness in one moment, to a bad mood in another. It all confused the future father. But the future seemed fabulous. They would have fun with the kids, they would help each other out. Without all the current stress they’ll be so much healthier in body, mind and soul.

“Today is the day.” Satan as vampire got apprehensive about change, but once he adapted to it so much, he couldn’t imagine what life was like before.

“Am I ready to be horribly sleep-deprived?”

“I find that as awesome as you do.”

“The life we want to have when we are 40, ideally, has kids in it, doesn’t it?” It was also such a stark decision. It was not like deciding to go to grad school and knowing that if you hate it you can drop out. Once you have a kid, you have him or her forever.

“If we have kids, will we regret it sometimes?”

“If we don’t have kids, will we regret it sometimes?” And for Alpha, the answer to both questions was probably yes. There was not really a self-awareness quiz that would help them never to feel wistful about the whatever path they hadn’t taken.

Satan spread his legs under the sheets. Alpha turned out the light and unzipped his jeans. He closed his eyes when he turned his face down. He felt Alpha’s pants against his backside and the metallic cold of the belt buckle. “Now all I can say is: I hope your wound won’t hurt again after this” … Alpha’s fingers burrowed inside him and he didn’t say a thing, didn’t even sigh. He was on his side, but he still had his head buried in the sheets. Alpha’s index and middle finger probed his ass, massaged his prostate, and he opened his mouth without a sound. He pushed his fingers all the way in, Satan moaned and raised his hips. He moaned hoarsely. Alpha pulled his fingers out. Satan arched his body like a cat on a stretch. Alpha laid on top of him, biting him lightly. His chest was against his back. Since Satan always kept his head down, as a sign of obedience, he could not see exactly what was happening, but he noticed that Alpha was breathing hard, whilst he felt himself filling up with strength and energy. He had lost all shame now, and wasn’t bothered about showing his pleasure; he started to moan, pleading with him to touch him. He was ready, he wanted to serve him, he was his slave, his creature, his object, and would do anything he ordered him to do. When he felt his dick sliding over his prostate, he lost all control. He had no idea how long they had been there, but suddenly he came and had an orgasm. Intense pain and fear mingled with total pleasure, pushing him beyond all previously known limits and he moaned.

*

And so, a brand-new hybrid being was made. Anyhow, what is it about babies that makes them so cute? Is it their large eyes, their kissable chubby cheeks, their tiny hands and feet or soft, elastic skin? Either way they’re heartbreakingly beautiful. But can their cuteness save the world?