Pleasure Of Kisses, Pain Of The Bite

chapter 11

Just to start, I would like to give a shoutout to a new friend of mine UndertaleDeltarune as they have given me the idea for this chapter. I realise my updates are slow, and that can be less than ideal, so now I am going to try and post more frequently.

"I'm pregnant" Encre whispered, hushed, sick, scared. Her breathing had suddenly steepened and her stomach churned and gurgled with fear.

"What?" Fallacy gasped "are you sure? How do you know?" He asked hurriedly, worried this was some kind of cruel trick she was playing on him, but she opened her dressing gown, revealing her bare body to him that was marked and scarred by his hands from last night. There, resting inside her abdomen, was a small, white blob, that was slowly forming its shape into a half heart. Fallacies eyes widened in disbelief from what he was seeing.

He pinched himself on the arm, yelping in pain as his claws had made a small cut. Nope, definitely not dreaming. "Y-...you're actually...pregnant?" He stuttered softly, putting a hand on her stomach and kneeling down to get a better look at the soul. It pulsated softly inside Encre, changing a few soft shades of different colours, as it was deciding its trait.

"I am" Encre spoke once again in a hushed tone, unsure of how to feel or what to say. She felt sick, the churning ache returned as she quickly ducked to lean over the toilet bowl, throwing up ink and blood once again, as well as breakfast. Fallacy kneeled down, rubbing her back gently to help soothe her a little, rubbing slow, comforting circles into her back, which helped in a way.

Encre was offered a glass of water, to wash down the horrid, putrid taste of puke from her mouth, and she graciously accepted it, taking a few slow sips of the cool liquid which eased the burning sensation in her throat, washing away the putrid taste of her stomachs contents, making her sigh in relief as the cool liquid soon hit her stomach and the feeling of relief spread all throughout her abdomen, easing the pain of morning sickness.

While like this, Fallacy could easily see the love marks that painted Encre's neck as multiple purple and blue lumps and holes, seeing them made him feel proud, and he leaned down, kissing over a spot he had missed, a spot not yet touched and ruined by a new bruise, to which he quickly changed, slowly, gently biting into that spot, making his wife gasp in surprise as she almost broke the glass in her grip, cracking it greatly.

Fallacy grinned into the nape of her neck as he sunk his fangs in deeper, suckling on that spot teasingly, making Encre shiver and tip her head back, before there came the cold loneliness as he removed his fangs from her neck, the spot raised slightly as small drops of blood trickled down her neck and chest ever so slowly.

Encre covered it, not allowing him to take another bite. Fallacy chuckled softly, and let her be for now, smiling ever so happily. "Why must you keep doing that?" Encre asked annoyed. "Because I want to make sure everyone knows you belong to me, and me alone" Fallacy explained, that smug grin still spread across his face as he left a few trails of kisses back up the nape of her neck, trailing his tongue up soon after, making her shiver.

The little soul that grew inside her pulsated gently, spinning softly as it shifted colours. It would be 6 months before they actually got to meet their little creation.

Skipping ahead, it felt like forever, each minute ticking by slowly, as Encre sat by herself, sketching in her little red book of sins. Fallacy had tried numerous times to capture the red book and see its contents, only for it to be snatched away again, before he were scolded for going through her belongings so rudely. But he didn't mind, he was just so curious of what was inside, and he was determined to find out. But for now, he let it be, snuggling up next to her and kissing her lovingly, locking her sweet lips to his own, to which she accepted, wrapping her arms around his neck, dropping the pencil as it thudded softly against the floor.

"Baby....what're you up to?" She asked softly, leaning her forehead against his, to which he chuckled softly "would you believe me if I told you I was trying to seduce you~?" "Sadly, yes I would believe that".

The two cuddled and enjoyed some time together, before Encre was swept up off her feet, she let out a surprised squeal as she held him tight, afraid of being dropped as the soul suddenly jumped in fear inside her, making her squeal once again as it moved inside her, hitting the edge of her stomach, tickling her, making her laugh as if hitting her funny bone. Fallacy stared at his wife as if she had gone mad, before realising what was truly wrong and chuckling, softly rubbing her abdomen to ease the childs fear.

It worked. The child was slowly soothed to a slow, easy hault, rubbing against the ectoflesh, right beneath Fallacies hand, leaving the feeling of a tiny hand print.

The rest of that night was magic, Fallacy showed his wife a lot of love, her and the baby, as he'd occassionaly kneel down to kiss and rub her stomach, worried each time that the baby would be gone. Of course it never would though.

Every now and then however, Encre would get annoyed that she didn't get any space. She had stuff to do and finish off, but with Fallacy hovering over her, she couldn't get anything done.

"Darling...I know you're excited about the baby...I am too...but please....give me some space...." "Huh? Oh, sorry!" And with that, Fallacy took a few steps back. Still hovering over her though...lingering...it was rather unsettling. "Fallacy.....sweetie...a little more please....go and find something to do, just please let me finish my work" she pleaded, frustrated but trying to hide it.

"Sorry Encre, if you need it, I will give you space. Feel free to come and cuddle with me when you're done?" "Always mon amour" Encre smiled and kissed her husband sweetly.

As soon as he disappeared from sight and ear shot, she stood, walked into the living room, and grabbed one of her sketch books....except it wasn't a sketch book...it was a diary. "Finally....I can add the finishing touches...." she whispered and opened it...on the first page, it read the name....

'Helsing'......

Sorry this chapter is so short guys. I hope you liked it, but the reason for it being short is im at writers block, i have ideas, but the ideas didnt fit into this chapter. One idea did kind of, so i slipped it into here. Feel free to guess what the next idea is, but do not ask me 'is this the idea?' Plz. I do not want to make any spoilers.