As the demon turned around, Satan pulled it closer to him with his legs. You felt a little bit sick as you examined the spit and semen-covered chin of this demon.

"YN, I'm glad you've come. This is Amon; my champion." He began talking nonchalantly. As if what just happened, hadn't happened.

Lots of words tried to bubble out of your throat and at first, you just made some sort of gagging, sputtering noise.

"What's wrong, YN?" Lucifer looked over at you, partially concerned. "Do you feel sick?"

"I'M JEALOUS!" The words fell out of your mouth and you quickly placed your hands over your face. You were so embarrassed to have caught such an intimate act.

But to Lucifer, it smelled nothing of intimacy. It was pure, hedonistic pleasure and he wasn't quite sure why you were having such a reaction.

"What is that?" He asked, stupidly. "Jenny."

The red, fluffy demon appeared.

"Yes, master?" she inquired, emotionlessly.

"What is jealousy?" He leaned closer to her and asked very quietly.

Jenny in turn, explained it so quietly that you didn't even hear it. Instead, you just saw Lucifer nodding and smiling.

"Leave us, Amon. She dislikes your presence." He commanded. Amon nodded, while you began sputtering again.

"I-That-That isn't true!" You yelled back.

"Oh? What did you dislike then?" He smiled at you "I shall fix it."

You looked at him suspiciously and even ventured to scowl at him, instantly causing his smile to disappear.

"Come sit with me, YN. Please talk to me. I shall never know your feelings or desires if you do not speak your mind." He spoke freely, hoping to convince you. If anything, Satan was a great communicator.

"...Sit where?" You asked as you walked up to him.

Suddenly, his wings swooped behind you and pulled you into his lap.

"Right here." He smiled, "Now please, what about that made you upset? Did you want to do that to me?"

"I don't know! Don't ask such lewd questions..."

"Well, if you told me what was wrong, I would not have to ask you such things."

"I was just jealous..." You mumbled as you ran through fingers along the wing that cradled you. "That you were so... intimate... with... someone... besides me."

His wings, excluding the one supporting you, fanned out suddenly.

"Intimate?" He laughed, making you blush and bounce up and down in his lap. "Oh, dearest YN, there is no 'intimacy' in these interactions. It is simply a vessel for me to release my boredom into. I do not seek out what I feel for you in others. Which reminds me," He abruptly stopped laughing and pawed at the robe that covered your stomach. "How does tomorrow sound for the wedding?"

"T-Tomorrow?! Isn't that early?" You shifted in a way that allowed his hand to rise up your clothes and place itself on your stomach.

"Mm. Nothing detectable yet. Perhaps we should try again?" He looked at you with a mischievous smile. "And no, I do not believe the time has any affect. This wedding is for your enjoyment and comfort. And I prefer that sooner, rather than later."

"Perhaps we could. I would have thought a baby would be big enough for you to know by now." You sighed. "I suppose it doesn't always work the first time."