Smut at the beginning of the chapter, read again at the arrow. Also warning for plushie fucking

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Mingi's arm was slung over Seonghwa's chest, hugging him close without pressing on his full stomach. The demon effortlessly enveloped Seonghwa, swaddling him in heat until he kicked down his blanket. When he woke, his skin was hot wherever he touched his husband.

A pleased sigh escaped Seonghwa. He was protected in this place, knew his baby safe. Despite spending a while without them, his arms instinctively pressed one of his plushies to his chest in sleep. When he tugged it away to get a look at it, he glimpsed the adorable face of a grey kitten. Fond, he snuggled it under his chin once more.

Mingi was still asleep. His every breath resonated through Seonghwa's back and he had mussed up the pillows with his horns. Some of Seonghwa's hair got stuck in them, and Seonghwa gathered it on his shoulder before he checked on his stomach. His little one was peaceful today.

Seonghwa dozed for a while longer but soon shifted awake once more when Mingi stirred. He grumbled into the perpetual darkness of Seonghwa's room. A moment later, his grip around Seonghwa tightened, and he burrowed his face in Seonghwa's nape. The half-asleep swivel of his hips ground his massive bulge into the smaller elf.

Seonghwa gulped. He rarely felt it that way since Mingi liked to fall apart beneath him. And though Seonghwa's body knew it couldn't keep up with the demon any longer since he was ripe to burst soon, heat made his abdomen flutter. He knew his pregnancy spurred some forbidden cravings in his husbands and he wasn't innocent about enjoying them. But the well-being of his child was his priority.

Lying still and praying it would pass, Seonghwa pinched his eyes shut. Sleep had drifted far away from him, and Mingi seemed to depart from the land of dreams as well. He throbbed against Seonghwa, making the elf bury his blush in his pillows. Helpless fingers clutched to the cat as Mingi ground into him subconsciously, urging a response from Seonghwa's groin.

Enjoying the sleepy morning heat too much to worm away, Seonghwa stifled his little sighs in the pillows. Mingi held him as if Seonghwa were his pillow to rut against and Seonghwa's mind spluttered with that vision.

"Mingi?" Seonghwa whispered, trying to find out how awake his massive demon was. A low groan came in response. Yet he didn't let Seonghwa turn around, clamping his arm around him to rub his bulge against the softness of Seonghwa's behind.

The elf bit his lips when he helplessly pinched his legs together. His heavy length begged for touch, trapped between his legs and his stomach.

Another deep moan transferred from Mingi's chest right into Seonghwa's. The demon glided his nose along Seonghwa's neck, relishing the silk of his hair and its fresh scent. When he opened his mouth to skim his teeth over Seonghwa's sensitive skin, the elf shuddered at the touch of his fangs.

The graze was harmless, ending in a warm kiss on Seonghwa's shoulder. When Mingi curled up, he took Seonghwa along, trapping him in a hellish cocoon of pleasure.

"Hwa," Mingi rumbled, coherent enough now to kiss Seonghwa's cheek. With trembling fingers, Seonghwa reached between them to push down Mingi's pants.

"G-good morning," he whimpered. He spread his thighs so Mingi could rest in between, heated by the elf's legs. Even through their barrier, Mingi's tip aligned with Seonghwa's, making him mewl.

Mingi rocked into him with lazy thrusts, chasing the blissful heat. Seonghwa stifled his drooling and moaning in the cat, chomping down on its soft fur. His hips helplessly arched back into Mingi, used to having something inside that filled the emptiness.

Not that he felt all too empty now that his womb squished all the other organs aside.

Mingi shifted, angling his hips to grind against Seonghwa better. His next jab was uncontrolled, sudden and jerky to match his grunt. His tip roughly grazed along Seonghwa's length, squishing it, before it bumped into Seonghwa's stomach.

With a surprised yell, Seonghwa's hand holding the cat flew down. He shuddered with the feeling of such obscenity when his child was so near his birth. When he leaned back against Mingi's shoulder with a shudder, Mingi apologised by running his fingers over Seonghwa's swollen stomach.

They moaned in unison when the soft fur of the cat tickled all the right ways. On instinct, Seonghwa pressed it closer, bucking into the squish of its body. The material on his skin had his toes curl.

Mingi seemed to think the same. His moans lowered in pitch as he chased after the cat, body jostling Seonghwa's lithe frame along as he pleased. Seonghwa clutched the plush to the two for dear life, dragging it down on them and turning it so they could sink into the mould of its stomach.

Mind lost to all else, Seonghwa matched Mingi's pace as they abused the poor plush. When Seonghwa deemed his moans too loud and feared someone would come running to check on him, he stifled himself with his free hand. A moment later, Mingi helped him out. His long fingers pressed into Seonghwa's tongue, making his eyes roll back as he sucked on them to busy his mouth.

Their mutual grunts and harsh pace matched each other. Soon, Seonghwa threw his head of sweaty hair back, melting in Mingi's heat. The demon was none the better, trapping Seonghwa in place as they rocked against each other.

Seonghwa's hips jerked first, but Mingi came to the clench of his thighs. Together, they coated the soft fur of the cat with their fluids. Every twitch of Mingi's powerful length between his sore thighs pulled another whimper from Seonghwa.

Mingi pulled his fingers from Seonghwa's mouth and kissed him before he could mourn their loss. The demon's long tongue greeted Seonghwa properly, wishing him a good morning.

-> They fell back down, spent. This time, they could cuddle in peace.

Once Seonghwa caught his breath, he cooed.

"Poor cat." He lifted the tarnished thing from beneath the blankets, setting it on the ground to take care of later. Best he didn't let Seungyoun see that.

When a sudden blush reminded Seonghwa of what he had just done to his dear childhood friend, he buried his face in his pillows. Mingi chortled as he hid away.

"You aren't hurt, are you?"

Stifled by his pillow, Seonghwa shook his head.

"I'm splendid. Just mortified."

"You're adorable," Mingi chuckled as he nuzzled against Seonghwa's glowing face. He left a kiss on his cheek, covering his body with unbearable heat, until Seonghwa swatted at him.

"Says you," he mumbled with a pout before he rolled around. Mingi grinned down at him before they shared another kiss, a softer one this time. The sweet bliss of their morning took all the fretting away from Seonghwa.

When he glanced at the windows, snowflakes tumbled through the air. They bathed the land in a haze.

Unafraid of the cold since Mingi was nearby, Seonghwa struggled to sit up. Mingi's arm slipped to rest his hand on Seonghwa's stomach. Awed, he listened to the second soul inside, so much smaller and more vulnerable than Seonghwa's.

Fond, Seonghwa lingered as Mingi circled his thumb over his taut skin.

"You are a marvel. I can't believe elves bear their imps in their bodies for so long, but you have another person in there."

Since his awe was so pure, Seonghwa sunk back down and let him explore. Invested in the curve, Mingi ran his hand over it. Inside, the curious baby responded, sensing a mighty being on the other side of the barrier separating them.

"I won't carry him for much longer. He will be ready to come out soon."

"I want to hold him," Mingi muttered without thinking. Then he turned his face to Seonghwa's. On instinct, Seonghwa cradled it with his palm, falling ever so deeply into the bottomless onyx of Mingi's eyes. "If I am allowed to. I won't touch him if you don't want me to. I wouldn't want him to get hurt," the demon clarified.

Chuckling at his solemn voice, Seonghwa shook his head.

"You get to hold him. I know you will be careful."

Delighted, Mingi flashed him a charming grin before he went back to running his hand over Seonghwa. Then, after another brush, he sat up.

"Let me clean you up," the demon said confidently. He wandered over to the bathroom in his naked glory, knowing how to circle the pit so he wouldn't fall in. Seonghwa watched him with a doting smile, curling a strand of his hair in his fingers. Already, it was getting ridiculously long again.

Mingi returned with a wet cloth and wiped Seonghwa clean before he helped him sit on the corner of the bed.

"What do you want to wear?" Once more, he crossed the room for the elf.

"To the left hangs a dress. The main body is of soft velvet and the sleeves are made of thinly spun silk, making it feel like a spider web. If you put your fingers on the top, you'll find some lace at the collar," he described patiently as his spine adjusted to its torment.

A moment later, Mingi emerged with the green dress in his hands.

"This one?"

"That one," Seonghwa smiled. He picked up Mingi's shirt from the ground by his side, biting back his groan when he had to curl over his stomach. They exchanged their goods and Mingi quickly slipped inside his shirt before he balanced Seonghwa while he got dressed. The elf had no patience to adorn his feet that Yunho loved so much with jewellery, but he brushed his hair with patient strokes while Mingi sat by his side.

"What do you want to do today? Shall I ask Seungyoun to bring breakfast here?"

Seonghwa glanced at the blizzard once more. In this weather, Jongho and Yeosang would stay in the winter garden. Hongjoong had business at the spire and the forest was most beautiful untouched.

"Let's stay in. Are you confident in making a fire?"

Instantly, Mingi sprung to his feet. He hurried over to Seonghwa's fireplace tucked around the corner of his sleeping niche. Meticulous hands stacked heavy chunks of wood as if they were toys. Then a claw flicked a spark along his horn.

"Please ask Seungyoun to bring me any documents that require my attention and breakfast. You can join me if you are interested."

"Shouldn't you leave the work to your father?" Mingi asked, worried about Seonghwa's condition yet dutifully making his way to the door.

"That's not work, hawthorn. I must ensure I don't miss anything vital. And it might be one of the last times I get to read before our little one demands all our attention."

"Then it's fine," Mingi replied, soothed. He called down the corridor and Seungyoun came running to receive his orders.

A while later, the two had breakfast in the conversation pit. As predicted, the emperor tended to most of Seonghwa's letters and only a few demanded his personal attention. One being from his father himself.

Son, he wrote.

Your mother sent her trusted team of midwives to the Moon Castle. They will guide you on the last part of your journey.

My heart is set ablaze with giddiness about my grandson. I can't wait to meet him and will visit as soon as possible to be there for you. Though I don't doubt you are entertained with all your charming husbands.

The orcs pursue an alliance, so far. Their interest seems genuine, but I monitor their moves closely. Let's discuss it once you have the time and space of mind.

We heard from Yongguk. He sticks to his exile and Circe welcomed their child. Their daughter is a wood elf like her and in the best of health. My scouts interpret Yongguk's reactions as disappointed and angry with himself and his family, but they are doing fine. I wish I could meet my grandchild, but first, time must pass.

Perhaps one day the cousins can become friends. I imagine they would get along despite Yongguk's betrayal.

Take care, Seonghwa. May the stars bless you with easy delivery.

Your Father.

Seonghwa smiled while he read the letter. Though he was upset to hear that Yongguk couldn't enjoy his fortune for the same greedy reasons as before, it was better to keep him where he was. Unless he forced Circe to have more children, he had no legitimate heir to demand the throne with.

Curious about him and the orcs and everything else going on inside the empire, Seonghwa left all that for later. For now, he leaned back and hummed to his stomach as he awaited the birth as eagerly as his father.