Thick black smoke swirled violently, carrying Laras and Zahir across the boundary between worlds. In an instant, the deafening crash and Raka's desperate screams vanished, replaced by an eerie, heavy silence. The air felt thicker, saturated with raw magical energy that made her skin prickle.
"Zahirr! Aahh!"
Laras cried out in pain as her body landed gently on a luxurious spread of black and gold silk. She lay in a grand chamber illuminated by the glow of a blood-red moon. The ceiling stretched high above, adorned with floating crystals that emitted a soft, ethereal light.
This was Zahir's palace in the jinn realm — a world where time flowed differently and human laws held no power. Her belly continued to swell rapidly, the skin stretching so tight that blue veins stood out clearly. Blood still trickled slowly down her thighs.
"Z-Zahir…!" she moaned weakly, her voice trembling.
Zahir was already looming over her, his form restored to perfection — devastatingly handsome, with eyes glowing a softer crimson. He cupped her face in his large, warm hands.
"You're mine now, my wife," he whispered, his deep voice resonating through her. "No one can separate us here. Let me help you… the pain can be eased."
Without waiting for permission, Zahir captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, feeding her a wave of scorching energy that strangely dulled the sharpest contractions. Laras writhed beneath him — half resisting, half surrendering to the torment.
His mouth trailed down to her neck, then to her swollen breasts. With one swift motion, he tore away the remnants of her clothing until she lay completely naked beneath the crimson moonlight, her massive belly pulsing visibly.
"Relax…" he murmured, shedding his own garments. His body was flawless, powerfully muscled, radiating a dark, intoxicating aura. The scent of musk grew thicker, making Laras's head spin and her body burn.
He spread her thighs wide and entered her slowly but deeply. Laras screamed — a raw sound mixing agony and an unnatural, burning pleasure. With every thrust, Zahir poured supernatural energy into her womb. The savage contractions gradually became more rhythmic and bearable.
"Ahh… Zahir… it hurts… but…" Laras bit her lip, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders.
"Yes, just like that," Zahir groaned into her ear, moving deeper and faster. "Take me. Let our energies merge. Our child needs this to be born strong."
Their rhythm grew more intense. Zahir held her tightly, one hand gently massaging her enormous belly with possessive tenderness while his hips continued their relentless drive. Each full thrust made the red light around them pulse in sync, blending Laras's labor pains with strange waves of ecstasy that left her sobbing.
She clawed at his back, her body arching. "Zahir… I… I can't take it…"
"You can. You're my wife," he growled softly, voice thick with satisfaction. He quickened his pace, kissing her again with fierce hunger as their tongues and bodies melted together. Dark energy surged through her, making her belly shift violently — the jinn child inside responding to its father.
Minutes later, Laras screamed as a powerful orgasm crashed into her strongest contraction yet. At the same moment, Zahir roared low and primal, shaking the entire palace as he reached his climax.
The heat of his release flooded her, giving her body one final surge of strength for delivery. Laras convulsed hard, eyes rolling back.
Finally, with one last push, the small head crowned — topped with tiny, delicate horns. Zahir pulled free from her core and slid his thick, veined length into Laras's mouth.
"Come on, Jamila! Drink me!" he shouted, still riding the waves of his orgasm.
His roar, the rush of fluid, and the overwhelming pleasure helped accelerate her contractions.
"Push, my love! You're doing so well," Zahir whispered tenderly, kissing the sweat on her forehead.
"Aaahh!"
Laras screamed until her voice turned hoarse as the small, slippery body finally slid free into the jinn world — a baby boy with pale silver skin and crimson eyes like his father.
Zahir sliced the umbilical cord with a sharp claw, then placed the infant on Laras's heaving chest.
"Our child," he said proudly, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. He released another stream of his essence into her core, magically expelling the placenta. The bleeding stopped instantly. To her shock, her body tightened and healed completely, as though she had never given birth.
"You have given me an heir, Laras. Now rest. I will protect you forever," Zahir said with a triumphant smile.
Laras could only weep weakly, her trembling hand touching the baby. Her mind drifted to Raka, far away in the human world.
Zahir gazed at her with pure possession, gently stroking the sleeping baby's head where it rested on his mother's breast. Laras lay exhausted on the silk sheets, tears still streaming down her cheeks even though Zahir's magic had healed her body.
He lowered his head slowly, eyes glowing with lust and a strange tenderness. Supporting her head with one hand, he cupped her swollen breast with the other.
"Your breasts are so full… our child needs milk," he whispered, voice husky.
Without hesitation, Zahir latched onto one dark, hardened nipple and sucked hard and deep, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Laras squirmed weakly, soft moans escaping her lips — a mix of pain, exhaustion, and unwanted heat flooding her body.
"Aahh… Zahir… don't…" she protested, but her back arched slightly toward his mouth.
Zahir suckled more greedily, cheeks hollowing as warm white milk began to spray into his mouth. He swallowed several mouthfuls, then released the nipple with a wet *plop*, leaving it glistening with saliva and droplets of milk running down her skin.
"Sweet…" he sighed in satisfaction. "My wife's milk is so sweet."
He moved to the other breast, sucking harder while kneading the first. Milk flowed more freely now, soaking her chest and the silk beneath her.
Laras sobbed quietly, her weak fingers tangling in his hair — unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
"Aah, Zahir! You're making me hot again," she gasped.
After he was satisfied, Zahir lifted his head, lips shiny with her milk. He smiled possessively, then lifted their baby and brought him to Laras's still-leaking nipple.
"Now feed our son," he commanded gently but firmly. "Once he's full… we'll have our honeymoon."
"How can we? I still have to go through postpartum recovery," Laras protested weakly.
Zahir threw his head back and laughed. "Your blood has already stopped. In this world, we can enjoy each other whenever we want."
Laras could only stare in astonishment, realizing there was indeed no bleeding. She smiled faintly through her tears as the tiny red-eyed baby latched onto her nipple and suckled hungrily. Zahir watched the two of them with dark, proud eyes.