Jeff POV :

Years had passed, and life in the devil kingdom had become my normal-well, as normal as being married to a devil king could be. Draco was everything: my partner, my anchor, my occasional pain in the ass. But lately, something had been gnawing at me.

I wanted a child.

It wasn't a sudden realization. I'd thought about it for months, picturing tiny footsteps echoing through the palace halls, a little one laughing and playing. But I didn't know how to bring it up with Draco. He had a way of distracting me with his stupidly gorgeous smirk and his voice that could make me forget my own name.

So, naturally, I did what any self-respecting devil queen would do-I snuck into the library.



The shelves were towering, packed with ancient tomes and scrolls. I wandered through the maze until I found what I was looking for: a book on magical spells. My fingers skimmed over the cracked leather cover as I flipped through the pages, searching for anything about creating a child.



I was so engrossed in my reading that I didn't hear the door creak open.

"Well, well," came a deep, familiar voice that sent a shiver down my spine. "What do we have here?"

I jumped, nearly dropping the book. Whirling around, I saw Draco leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Draco!" I yelped, clutching the book to my chest. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he said, sauntering toward me. "Sneaking into my library, reading my books... Should I be worried?"

"It's not what it looks like!" I blurted, stepping back until my legs hit the table.

"Oh?" He plucked the book from my hands with ease, glancing at the open page. His smirk widened. "A spell to create a child. Jeff, darling, if you wanted a baby, you could've just told me."

My face burned as I crossed my arms. "This is exactly why I didn't say anything. Because I knew you'd do something like this!"

"Like what?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low rumble as he leaned in, caging me against the table.

"Like... this!" I gestured vaguely, my words faltering as his lips brushed the shell of my ear.

"You mean distract you?" he murmured, his hands sliding to rest on my hips.

"Y-yes!" I stammered, my resolve crumbling under his touch. "Draco, I'm serious-"

"So am I," he said, cutting me off with a kiss.

It wasn't a soft, sweet kiss. It was deep, consuming, leaving me breathless and clinging to him for support. His hands roamed, teasingly slow, and I felt heat pooling in my stomach.

"Draco," I managed to gasp, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

"Hm?" He nipped at my bottom lip, his eyes dark with amusement and something else entirely.

"This... this is why I didn't tell you!" I whined, pushing weakly at his chest. "You're impossible."

"And yet you married me," he said, his tone smug as he kissed a trail down my neck.

He took me our room, put me in the bed. He removed his clothes then he got top of me. Then moved his face to my ear an whispered " let's try for it " before I could react he kissed me roughly, throw my clothes. The trail down to my neck and leave the mark. Then he took my ni*ple in his mouth and suck it like his favorite candy and play with other. I can't help Butt want more. Then he lineup in front of my h*le and put put his thing inside me without any warning or prep. " what the hell, are you planing to kill me with you d*vk". I cried out of pleasure. But that mf just smirk and said " How will I know you will be still tig*t, even after I make love with you many time and dont behave like you don'tlike it when I do roughly." I don't know how many time we did the last thing I remember is I passed out.

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The Next Morning

I groaned as I blinked awake, sunlight streaming through the curtains. Every muscle in my body ached, and I swore I could barely feel my legs. Draco had been... thorough last night, to say the least.

"Stupid devil," I muttered under my breath, trying to sit up. The movement sent a sharp reminder of the night before through my lower half, and I flopped back onto the pillows with a loud groan.

"Draco!" I shouted, wincing at how hoarse my voice sounded. "Where the hell are you?"

The door creaked open, and in strolled the devil himself, a tray of food in his hands and a smirk plastered on his ridiculously perfect face. "Good morning, my queen," he said, his tone dripping with amusement.

"Don't you 'my queen' me!" I snapped, glaring at him. "You're not going to touch me or come near me for the next century, you... you stupid devil!"

Draco froze mid-step, his eyes wide with mock fear. "What did I do?"

"You know exactly what you did!" I growled, throwing a pillow at him. He dodged it easily, setting the tray down on the bedside table. "I can't even feel my legs, Draco! I told you not to overdo it, but nooo, you just had to prove you're the big bad devil king, didn't you?"

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "I didn't hear you complaining last night."

I grabbed another pillow and aimed it at his head. This time, it hit its mark.

"Okay, okay!" he said, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you."

"You'd better," I huffed, crossing my arms.

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Draco spent the entire day making up for his sins.

First, he fed me breakfast in bed, carefully cutting up my food and even blowing on the hot pieces before holding them to my lips. "There, my love. Is that to your liking?" he asked, his voice soft and sweet.

I rolled my eyes but secretly enjoyed the attention. "You're lucky this tastes good," I muttered between bites.

Next came the bath. He carried me to the massive tub as if I weighed nothing, gently lowering me into the warm, scented water.

"Are you sure you're not trying to drown me?" I teased, leaning back against the edge of the tub.

"Never," he said, kneeling beside the tub with a washcloth in hand. "Now sit still and let me take care of you."

He washed me with such tenderness that I almost forgave him entirely-almost.

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By the end of the day, I was lounging on the couch in my favorite robe, sipping tea while Draco massaged my shoulders. Then later sometime I sat on my most favorite , comfortable place his laps and he massaged my precious as* with some sweet words.

"You're really milking this, aren't you?" he said, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.

"Damn right I am," I replied, shooting him a smug grin. "You've got a lot to make up for, mister."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Anything for you, Jeff."

I sighed contentedly, leaning into his touch. "You're still a stupid devil," I muttered, though my voice lacked any real bite.

"And you're my spoiled queen," he said, his voice full of affection.

I couldn't argue with that.

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Later that night, as we lay tangled together in bed, Draco's fingers traced lazy patterns on my back.

"Do you really want a child, Jeff?" he asked softly, his usual teasing replaced by genuine curiosity.

"Yes," I said without hesitation. "I want us to have a family."

He was silent for a moment, his hand stilling. Then he kissed my forehead. "Okay."

"Okay?" I repeated, sitting up to look at him.

He smiled, and for once, it was free of his usual smirk. "Let's do it. Let's adopt a child."

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A few weeks later, we visited a small orphanage on the outskirts of Draco's kingdom. The moment we walked in, I felt a strange mix of nerves and excitement.

In the playroom, children ran around laughing, but my attention was drawn to a small boy sitting quietly in the corner, building a tower of blocks. His dark curls framed a sweet, serious face, and I felt my heart squeeze.



( The kid )

"Hi," I said, kneeling in front of him. "What's your name?"

He looked up, clutching a block to his chest. "Aster," he said shyly.

"That's a beautiful name," I said, smiling. "I'm Jeff, and this is Draco."

Aster's eyes darted to Draco, widening slightly. "Are you a king?"

"I am," Draco said, kneeling beside me. "And Jeff is my queen. We're looking for someone special to join our family. Would you like that?"

Aster hesitated, then nodded, a small smile breaking across his face.

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That night, as I tucked Aster into bed, reading him a story, I couldn't stop smiling.

When I finally joined Draco in our chambers, I flopped onto the bed with a contented sigh. "Well, that was exhausting."

"You're a natural," Draco said, pulling me into his arms.

I snorted. "Please. He likes me because I let him eat an extra cookie."

Draco chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "We're a family now, Jeff."

"Yeah," I murmured, my eyes drifting closed. "We are."

And for the first time in my life, I felt completely whole.

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The garden of the devil castle buzzed with life as Aster ran around, his dark black hair glinting in the sunlight. At ten years old, he was the perfect mix of me and Draco-mischievous, curious, and absolutely spoiled.

"Papa! Daddy! Look what I can do!" Aster's excited voice rang out as he waved his little hands dramatically.

Draco and I were lounging under the glowing silver tree, sipping tea and enjoying the rare moment of peace. I looked up just in time to see Aster concentrating hard, his brows furrowed in determination.

With a flick of his tiny fingers, a small orb of light appeared, glowing softly in the air. It hovered for a moment before wobbling and darting around like an excited firefly.

"Look!" Aster exclaimed, jumping up and down. "I made it fly!"

Draco set down his cup and clapped slowly, his golden eyes sparkling with pride. "Impressive, little one. You're already better at this than I was at your age."

"Better than Papa?" Aster's eyes widened with delight as he ran over to us, plopping down in my lap.

"Don't let it get to your head, kiddo," I teased, ruffling his hair. "Your daddy is just trying to make you feel special."

Draco raised an eyebrow at me, leaning closer with a smirk. "Are you saying I'm not being truthful, my queen?"

"Don't start, Draco," I warned, though I couldn't help the grin spreading across my face.

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Aster decided it was time for us to play, dragging Draco and me into the garden. He declared himself the "Great Wizard Aster" and assigned us roles.

"You're my brave knight, Daddy," Aster said, pointing at Draco. "And Papa, you're the evil sorcerer!"

"Evil?" I gasped dramatically, clutching my chest. "How dare you, young man?"

"You have to pretend!" Aster insisted, giggling.

Draco played along, kneeling in front of Aster with a hand over his heart. "Oh, Great Wizard Aster, save us from this evil sorcerer!"

I cackled in my best villain voice, raising my arms as if summoning dark magic. "You'll never defeat me, little wizard!"

Aster laughed so hard he nearly fell over, but he managed to "defeat" me with a dramatic wave of his hands and a made-up spell. I collapsed onto the grass, groaning loudly as Aster climbed onto my chest, declaring his victory.

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Later that night, we tucked Aster into bed, his tiny hands clutching the stuffed dragon Draco had made for him.

"Papa," Aster said sleepily, his voice muffled against the pillow. "Do you think I'll be as strong as you and Daddy one day?"

I leaned down to kiss his forehead, smoothing back his hair. "You'll be even stronger, my little star. And you'll do amazing things."

Draco stood by the door, watching with a soft smile. "And we'll be right here to help you every step of the way."

As Aster drifted off to sleep, I turned to Draco, who wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Our little family," I whispered, leaning into him.

"The best thing that's ever happened to me," Draco replied, his voice filled with love.

We stood there for a while, watching Aster sleep, both of us silently thanking whatever fate had brought us together.

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