Her Favorite Flower

The female body is a beautiful thing when pregnant, rounded in the middle with promises of new life and the creation of a new being.  The woman in this particular story however, was different, for her pregnancy was the result of a violent mating that she had craved.  She was a succubus, his creation, and the one thing he had longed for but thought he could not have.  His touch burned her flesh, the God's every caress a stinging reminder of his power.
         Destruction and lust do not typically mingle well, and this was no exception to that rule.  When he dared to kiss her, his hands would enclose around her arms and burn imprints into that unnaturally pale skin, and all the passion they should have shared was stolen by the pain she experienced enduring something as simple as his kiss.  She was his companion, a loyal creation who was smitten with him as a being rather than awe-struck at his godhead.
         Then the day came where he decided he wanted a second child.  He came to her as a mass of writhing shadows that even the light pouring through her bedroom window could not disperse. 
         "Xia", he crooned, and the succubus sat up, exposing her bare torso and full breasts.  The god's lusts stirred, but he continued, "I wish for you to bear me a child.  Our coupling will cause you great pain, but you are my companion, and I will create a child with you, a son.  I want you to understand that you may not survive the birth, but I am a deity of death in addition to destruction.  I will restore you, my precious Xia."
         The succubus slid free of her bed and walked over to the deity, trailing her fingers over his robes - the only safe way she could touch him.  "I consent, beloved.  I will give you the child you desire.  Only part my legs and I will welcome you within."
         The deity slid his robe free from his body, exposing a chiseled chest that was ghostly white with veins that were dark like old blood.  He stepped free of his pants, exposing himself fully save for the hood he wore over his face constantly.  Xia knew that he would never take it off, as he had mentioned before that his face was a thing of nightmares, and maybe in some strange way, it was his want to be loved by her.
         All silly notions aside, the touch of his flesh against her fingertips when he removed his robe, burning her fingerprints off.  This caused her to wince and tears to brim in her eyes.  Loyal as she was, the pain of his touch was always too much to bear, but the honor of bearing a child for the deity she loved?  She could endure him for that.
         "I promise to make it fast, my Xia."  Rather suddenly, he was upon her, burning her flesh with his roaming caresses to her nude figure, causing her lusts to run rampant until the pain became too much.  She screamed for him, as she always did, letting him part her thighs and wreak havoc on her insides.
         It only took ten minutes of constant pain and fleeting pleasures, but the death deity did what he set out to do - he got his succubus with child.  Life stirred within her, and while she lay panting and trying to recover from the trauma dealt her body with his lovemaking, she knew that from their coupling, new life would be created.  She could feel something stir in her womb, and it was growing rapidly.
         "My beloved...I feel him.  He lives."  Her stomach grew rapidly, her middle suddenly round as a pearl and just as pale white.  Just as quickly as Xia had conceived, she gave birth...though not how her body had planned to.  Curved claws ripped through her abdomen and the child, half-vampire, half-incubus, literally crawled out of her navel, and his mother screamed in agony, black eyes flickering with crimson energies that screamed along with her in harmonies.
         Osnodon could not touch his child immediately, though he did eventually hold the child close, causing it to hiss in pain and cry as his mother lay dying on her bed.  Her hands moved over her open midsection and she cried with him.  "My beautiful baby, my beloved, please bring him no harm."
         The deity complied with his companion's request, placing him on the bed beside Xia as the life drained from her eyes and she died, one arm curving over the newborn almost protectively.  Osnodon's eyes glanced over his companion and his hand raised, reversing his powers of destruction to fit his lover back together in her shattered middle, using all the powers at his disposal to resurrect the succubus, who sat upright with a sudden gasp.
         "Our child...his name will be Almahvius, but you may call him whatever you wish."  Xia felt drugged, but she gathered her child to her chest, breasts full of milk.  His fangs bit into her nipple, reveling in the taste of blood and milk as it nourished him, bringing color to his skin.  It made the succubus shudder with pain, but watching her newborn child suckling at her teat stirred love in her heart, and her tail whipped back and forth in silent satisfaction as she smiled at Osnodon.
         "I will call him Simmon, like persimmon, my favorite flower."  Osnodon nodded and turned to leave, his garb disappearing in a mass of shadows that collected around his physical body to clothe him once more.
         "Very well."  With a flicker of red he was gone, leaving Xia to care for her newborn demi-god, his claws still dripping with his mother's blood.