Devils' Flight

Knox raised his eyebrows, impressed that she knew the Latin interpretation, "that..." he kissed her stomach, "is something i would love to see" he grinned, keeping her arms above her head the demon started to kiss down her stomach.

She was about to respond when she felt the fire around her wrists, "You jerk" She hissed playfully, "Using daemonium ignis" She huffed softly, laying out for him, "Just be glad I can't use it on you" She cooed playfully to him, giving a playful grin.

Knox gave a light chuckle as he looked up to her, wiggling his brows the male grinned, "just fine?" he tilted his head and smirked picking the female up he set her back on the bed, grinning he had two seemingly whirling dull black bands around her wrists, the bands looked sort of like fire. An ability he hadn't yet shown her, but he assumed she would know of it, the fire was harmless to angels but in large qualities could prove deadly to a demon. The common terminology for the flames among demons was 'daemonium ignis' a Latin translation of the favourable English version 'demon fire.' There were some who believed that certain demons were immortal and in order to destroy the beast permanently you would need to burn it with the black fire. Ironically, most demons had the ability to summon it, but not all, like Knox, had the ability to control it. He grinned, beginning to remove her clothes while controlling the bands to come together and keep her arms above her head.

She gave a soft smile as she watched him, "I feel fine Knox" She said softly.

Knox moved over to her, the demon kneeling in front of her, "how do you feel" he asked gently, reaching forward to touch her stomach, his touch gentle.

She stretched out and sighed softly as she moved to their bed, sitting.

Knox followed her inside, stretching out his wings once he was free from the narrow entrance.

She cupped his cheek softly and she stroked his cheek before giving him a soft smile, walking toward their home and moving inside.

It took twice as long to return home as Knox was flying especially slow, concerned for his mate and unborn child. He eventually set her down gently on the ledge

She flinched slightly as he flew up, worried his wing wouldn't hold, when he seemed okay, she held onto him and she kissed his cheek softly, holding onto him as he flew.

“We’ll find out” he chuckled, he extended his wings and flew upwards, putting as much strain as he could before landing, “it feels stable” he told her, scooping her up gently, casting his eyes to her belly. Before taking off slowly.

"You think you can fly?" She asked after kissing him back, watching him.

Knox chuckled, stretching his wings out at her word, the male didn’t wince, “a little tender” he admitted, “but a lot better” he pulled her close and kissed her, “thank you”

"And just when I thought you were overprotective" She cooed and smiled softly toward him, "How's your wing feel now?" She asked once she finished.

“You help me by staying safe” he told her, “if I had thought you were in any way injuried I’d stand no chance” he grinned gently and touched her stomach lovingly, “prepare for my possessiveness to get worse” he grinned.

She kissed him back softly and let out a soft breath, "I just figured I could have done something to help you with your fight" She murmured.

Knox chuckled gently, "you went from despising me, to wanting to have my children and defend me in fights" he smirked, leaning down to kiss her gently, "you did more than enough."

"No, no it's not I just... Wish I could have helped you more.. maybe your wing wouldn't be broken" She whimpered.

Knox winced at her touch, but remained still, soon noticing her whimpering and growling gently "what's wrong?" he questioned worriedly, "is healing it hurting you?" he demanded.

She kissed him softly before she gently handled his wing, working to heal his wing, whimpering softly to herself.

Knox nodded gently, "alright" he allowed.

"Let me heal your wing" She pleaded softly, cupping his face.

Knox nodded gently and returned to his feet, wincing as she stretched his wing out.

"We'll deal with that when the time comes" She said and softly stroked his head, "It's a happy thing that we're pregnant" She tried to lighten his mood.

"I'm just not sure whether to be happy or terrified" he admitted, "what if it hurts you" he growled gently, as if his idea was to scare it.