[Klayko]

Maor could not fathom what went on in each of these figures minds and heads as a result, but Carl seemed aggressive and Adam? Nonchalant and Manipulative perhaps? It wouldn't be his place to ask if they were always like this as he was still agitated beyond words with what occurred. For the most part, feeling her hand touch him felt relieving. His face was still very much swollen, but most of the bruising, possible shattering and puffiness had gone down a bit. Still, he couldn't find many words to say towards her other than "Thanks, I guess..."

He wasn't going to take his shirt off, naturally. He had already been violated by a vampire with a hit issue, though perhaps Maor didn't make it better by trying to get away from him. Still, what warranted said vampire hitting him in the neck for trying to push away from him? That and just because he refused him, getting hit in the face for that matter? Of course, he was getting angry again, wanting try and get him and Ethan away from this, but he had to hold some kind of composure. With that being said, he lifted his shirt, revealing for the second time his much apparent belly. A part of him was hoping this was like a normal pregnancy, but the world seemed to be out for him in making sure he suffered to some degree with these bat spawn forming more quickly than intended.

[The PregMANcy Pact]

Camilla looked towards Ethan, whose head was buried in a pillow. She brought her attention back to Maor again "There we go, just be still." He hands rubbed on Maor's baby bump as she concentrated. Images and energies appeared in her head as she held the man's belly as if she was looking into a fortune teller's crystal ball. "There are 17 of them." She declared and immediatley felt Maor's dissatisfaction "I guess you're wondering about the size. Vampires grow rapidly, but still take nine months to be born. You will grow every day for about oh...a week or two."

She then examined Maor's belly "So far they are healthy, it seems like you are pretty compatible for thi-" she cut herself off, no way Maor wanted to hear any of that. "Um, sorry. If you want, you can be escorted for some food and relaxation, or stay here for your friend's examination."

[Klayko]

She was saying one too many things for him to really fathom. First she announced that he was carrying seventeen. He asked her again for confirmation and she said it once more. Not one. Not two. Somehow and some way, someone who seemingly had it out for him determined seventeen was a good number. Blame it on being healthy down below or maybe Carl was just that fruitful, but Maor could not wrap his mind around seventeen because already, his head was picturing all those crying voices and even imagining himself apparently giving birth. He thought that was the bad news.

The next news stung just as much. He only had two weeks before he completely swelled out and apparently, he would be stuck like that for nine months. Again, his mind pictured being weighed down by these...leeches...More than ever, Maor just wanted one thing, well maybe two: For this nightmare to be over with and to just go home.

“I’m not leaving Ethan,” Maor said, pulling his shirt down and getting off from the bed. He wasn’t exactly in a hungry mood, though Camilla may say something along the lines that now more than ever, he needed to eat. He would ignore it for now, tapping on the pillow Ethan had his head under. “Ethan? It’s me...”

[The PregMANcy Pact]

Camilla decided that she should probably be silent and let Maor take charge of this one until Ethan was calm enough to be examined. She wasn't exactly blind, but she does not use her eyes to see. Rather, she instead feels all energy and emotion throughout the entirety of the forest which allows imagery to process in her head. Because of this, Ethan's distress was too distracting for her to make a good reading.

Ethan turned his head towards Maor, his face was stained in tear streaks, as was the pillow. "What do you want?" His voice was a little raspy due to all the crying. He was listening to Camilla the whole time as she examined Maor "17...." He knew his belly had swelled more than Maor, so he wasn't exactly optimistic. "Huh, your face looks a little better." He was awkwardly trying to change the subject and avoid what needed to be done.

[Klayko]

Maor wasn’t shocked to say the least. Tears were probably something he would have at this point had he not personally felt the urgency to do it behind closed doors.

“You know what I want,” Maor said in a gloomy tone. Of course he didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but if Maor’s face was any indication, from the partially bruised face and definitely to the clearly visible redness on his throat, Ethan did sort of get the light hand of things. Maor sought to comfort Ethan however, starting with rubbing the other male’s hand.

“Yea, my face does,” he chuckled just barely. “I guess that’s what happens when you have a hostile man child running around like Carl.”

Hearing Ethan repeat the number didn’t make him feel any better though. In fact, it made Maor pale up again. Still, he smiled just a little if it helped make Ethan feel better. It already weighed in on Maor’s mind that he failed to protect him like he said he would after all. They had no way of knowing this would happen though. Given what Carl said, they were waiting on them the moment they took a walk through the forest and the fact Camila said she was this apparent living forest, chances were the tall witch would have made them walk in some loop, make it colder for them until they had no choice but to seek shelter at the mansion, which again made Maor tear up partially as he wanted to let everything out. He kept his composure though, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“We should get you checked out though,” he said when looking down at Ethan’s frame. “You look a bit bigger than I do.”

Maor was apparently having a big number. If Ethan was having the same or more, they needed to know now as clearly this was something they couldn’t avoid.

[The PregMANcy Pact]

Ethan was sitting up now, listening to his friend. He didn't really know it was Carl that had done that to Maor and it was very surprising to hear, due to his size. "You let that kid beat you up?" He asked "How did he even......Oh, he's one of those things too, right...." Vampires. He didn't even want to say the word, everything was testing his belief in things today. "I'm sorry."

Camilla walked to the other end of the bed that Ethan was on and crouched down to his eyes "I promise, Ethan, I just need to check how many you are having, and make sure you are healthy." Ethan merely sighed and looked the other way, admitting defeat. "Thank you." She smiled and lifted up the boy's shirt. She examined him the same way she just did to Maor, and her touch was relieving to Ethan, whose nerves were calmed down somewhat so the witch could at least get an accurate reading.

Camilla let the imagery flow through her mind. Ethan was healthy for the moment, but that wouldn't last long, not with how many he's having. "25." She sounded distressed.

Both boys looked panicked "25!?" Ethan pulled his shirt back down "B-but how?" If Adam were still in the room, he'd probably try to strangle him. The waterworks were starting up again.

"It appears to be a combination of Adam's potency, and your womb." Not just a case of bad luck like she was hoping for. He might survive this pregnancy, but would he handle another? "I'll admit, vampires are already very important, so a dozen isnt uncommon here......Maor, you are exceeding that limit, but you are not in any real danger. Ethan........I'm sorry, but the coming months are going to be very painful for you. I'll need to put you on a strict food and excercise regimen."

Ethan wanted to cuss her out, but was choking on his tears again. He just went back under the covers and buried himself into the pillow again. Camilla knew this couldn't be helped now, so she turned to Maor "I can understand the pain that both of you are feeling, I know you were mice in a trap, and if you have any anger towards anyone, blame me. I sensed your presence and called you here under the orders of my lords." She wanted to do her best to help them, but she nad her duties, she could not simply let them leave, as they would die without her care now "This situation meast you are never to leave the forest, but you can negotiate any terms with me about your premanent stay here. My lords aren't likely to disagree, they are already getting what they want, so I'll let you speak your mind."

[Klayko]

Great. There was the word from Ethan himself. Kid. A very small young adult took down someone like Maor. It wasn’t like he didn’t try. Carl was just unnaturally strong and dominant as a result. Maor now has to live with the fact someone smaller and scrawnier than him succeeded in making him look pathetic. The partially Middle Eastern male could see what was left of his ego going down the drain further at this point.

“Yea...don’t worry about it...” he said in response to Ethan expressing sorrow about what happened to him. “I guess all that’s left for us is to try and pick up the pieces.”

That wouldn’t have been a problem had Camilla not done her assessment on Ethan. When she said Twenty-Five, naturally Maor was shocked, concerned and of course in a state of panic. He was just having seventeen, but Ethan was carrying a lot more, which he could see why Camilla was a bit concerned. His friend wasn’t exactly sturdy on that end. This not only infuriated Ethan, but Maor as well and perhaps that was all it took to break his forcibly muted silence.

“Oh, I definitely blame you,” he said with fury. “You trapped us in this maze, made it unbearably cold to the point we would find the mansion and request to stay for the night, let Ethan get seduced by a fucking pig and me...”

Oh, he remembered last night, asides from the pain. Sure, Maor asked for it to be done that way, but that didn’t mean the ache was gone from truly having no choice. Camilla must have heard it too. Either he gave in willingly or Carl would have done something more cruel and so, Maor chose to have ignorant bliss in letting this complete youthful stranger plow him. The worst part was that now, Maor confusedly questioned if truly any part of him wanted that from Carl was everything felt too natural. Now, tears were deeply rolling down his partially beaded face as he pulled the pillows away from Ethan and helped the shorter male up.

“You’ve done more than enough,” he spat. “Until you can give us our lives back, I doubt there’s anything I want from you or them for that matter. If anything, just being away from you and them is something we need right now.”

Surely, Adam and Carl heard from their respective distances.

[The PregMANcy Pact]

Camilla simply stoode there and listened. That was pretty much the answer she expected, and she was sure Carl and Adam felt the same. It did, at least for Carl.

"I see." She held up one hand and bizarre, white light beamed from her pointer finger. It gradually filled the room to the point where none of them men could see anything but white. Then, it faded, and they were in a new room. This room was a bedroom but it was larger than the ones they were mercilessly fucked in. It had the usual king size bed, but now had a fireplace, and a large table that appeared to have a dish with food on it. A bathroom was adjoining. It seems Camilla already planned for the room to be ready.

Her voice rang in their heads "For now, make yourself at home. If something happens or if you need me, call. I will hear you." She then switched her voice to Carl and Adam's heads "You probably won't obey, but you should probably leave your mommies alone today."

Ethan looked around the room in confusion. "Did we just teleport?" He noticed the window, and the sky was very clear. There was probably no longer any need for the inclimate weather now their vile plan was complete.

[Klayko]

Adam had no intent of checking in on Ethan right away. Despite how Camilla might have thought and felt about him, he did something more humane than being brutally honest. If she really wanted him to rattle some cages though, then perhaps they should look at their graveyard. To have more than Carl was truly an honor.

“Very well,” he stated towards Camilla while writing in a journal among the library. “Keep him...them...well...”

Despite his nonchalance, he did care. And then, there was Carl.

“Yea,” Maor said when looking at the new room they were placed in. “Looks like we were.”

The room looked more expansive than the one he was in the night before. As he looked closer, he noticed only one bed, which probably was big enlighten to let Maor and Ethan sleep on together. Despite the fact that Maor should feel a bit of normal, he didn’t. His heart and body still felt the eerie chill that things were not okay. Seventeen and Twenty-Five? Yea, their lives were ruined. He walked towards the window to look outside. They were certainly high up somewhere in the mansion from the looks of it as he saw gardens down below them and various steps the led to other parts of the mansion and if he looked further, there was the vineyard Adam spoke of. Naturally, now Maor got what that man meant when he said he would love to show them the vineyard today when the sun was bright...Ugh, how did Maor not catch on to that lie right away?


Despite how he felt though, there was one thing he couldn’t escape from. His stomach growled really loudly and he as a result, looked down. As much as he hated the thought, starving himself and all these body invaders was probably agonizing and therefore he needed to eat.

“Why so many,” he wondered aloud as he neared the table full of food and beverages. “We (humans) struggle to even have one and all it takes for them is just to but once...”

[The PregMANcy Pact]

A lot had just happened to the boys, especially to Ethan, who only learned the truth of the matter just a few minutes ago. How on Earth were they expected to just chill in this room? Ethan looked around again and headed towards the door, it was unlocked. "Oh, that's surprising." He peered his head out, and saw the similar hallway and doors to other rooms. He decided not to leave yet, it's not like he had a clue where anything was anyway.

"That bitch made it seem like a number wasn't really that weird for them..." He replied to Maor as he too headed towards the table. "But...." It's true they both had over what was expected, but he was sure he would cry again if he brough it up. "What else is there do but eat, I guess?" He sat down at the table and grabbed what looked like a ham and cheese sandwhich.

[Klayko]

That was a surprise to see that the doors were left open. That probably meant Carl and Adam could waltz in at their own leisure or naturally, Camilla. She probably didn't even need to use a door, not when she could seemingly warp people across various points among the already larger than life mansion. It reminded Maor of a castle at that point, which alarmed him among other things due to probably being likely to get lost by turning around the corner just once. 

"Seventeen and Twenty-Five is totally a normal number," he said with sarcasm and sighed. "It's hard to not think about, y'know? The more and more I try to think past this, the more it still stings me that...this is happening..."

He looked over the tray of food. There were a various array of fruit, finger sandwiches naturally, some form of breakfast and when Maor looked at the juice, he thought it reminded him more of wine. When he brought it for a partial taste, he practically spat it out.

"Oh, this is most definitely wine," he exclaimed. "Wouldn't this harm the children significantly?"

Of course if it was there, naturally it wouldn't. After all, they weren't pregnant with mortal beings like another human for example. Why did Maor get the impression that there were more strange side effects bound to occur not just for him, but Ethan as well. He placed the glass back down on the table and grabbed Orange Juice instead. Once he had what he wanted on a plate, which was fruit and a sandwich, he sat down on the bed, looking around.

"They could at least humor us with some modern tech right about now..." It was in that moment he thought about his phone. They were still in his now tattered pants in that one room and even if he did get it, what would be the purpose? He was in a deadzone and eventually the battery would run out. Perhaps the worst feeling he had right about now was knowing that his loved ones wouldn't know what happened to him, especially when he was this close to achieving his own personal goals. Graduation was just around the corner for him and now he basically was trapped in some lofty mansion from purgatory. 

[The PregMANcy Pact]

Ethan took a bite out of his sandwhich and joined his friend on the bed. The food was actually really good, but provided little comfort in this situation "Hey...." He started "D-do you think everyone on the cabins is looking for us right about now? It's been at least 12 hours, right?" There wasn't a clock in sight, it sould be hard for the two to have a good sense of time in this hell of a place "I'm not sure what's worse, this, or having everyone see me like this." His parents would probably disown him immediatley upon learning he had a sex with a man, let alone got knocked up with 25 kids from one.

The mansion seemed a little louder than last night, footsteps were regularly heard as the pair ate. It was hard to hell who else lived there, servants, other vampires? Ethan hoped it was the former. "I guess everyone else must have been sleeping last night." He muttered. "And did nothing to help us..."

[Klayko]

Maor's eyes widened as he truthfully forgot about the cabin itself. They were out on a trip with the school. Now, that certainly was not going to look good on their, the college's, end. They just wanted to walk around and see some of the sights, something their Professor told not just them, but everyone else was totally fine so long as they stayed within distance. The more Maor wrapped his head around the notion, the more he realized they were totally within distance to the cabins.

"They have to be," he said discouraged. "The Professors always did roll calls before going out anywhere."

A part of him desperately hoped that was the case, that they realized Maor and Ethan were missing and tried to begin looking for them. The keyword was begin as when Maor looked out, all he could see was forest beyond the mansion. Were they even in the same place anymore or did this Camilla find a way to move this forest somewhere else? It hadn't even registered in Maor's head that his parents, siblings and fiancé were probably freaking out. Imagine if they did find him and Ethan and they saw both of them basically walking around with large bellies? Maor placed a hand over his face.

"None of them cared or they were just too scared," he stated. "Carl was too...overwhelming for me..."

He hated to think how Adam might have been towards Ethan had the other vampire decided not to lull him with hypnosis. 

"They'll probably think we're dead and now I feel terrible in wondering if maybe that's a good thing. They'll probably think this is my fault and it's sort of true. I shouldn't have decided to walk out towards the creek, even though it was right beside the Cabin..."

[The PregMANcy Pact]

In reality, Camilla never moved the forest. The landmark they were staying at was literally called "The Living Forest" due to the unnatural way that the forest changed in appearance, though it was never considered dangerous......To anyone aside from Ethan and Maor, obviously.

Ethan had finally put that link together with the way Camilla introduced herself. "Does that lady have control over the cabin area too?" He wondered out loud "I still don't feel that we actually know everything.....this shit makes my head hurt."

Suddenly, the short male felt something moving up his throat. Nausea. "F-fuck!" He covered his mouth with his arm and ran to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet seat before hurling into it.

[Klayko]

Maor shrugged. "I don't even know. There's so much we're in the dark about and it honestly hurts my head trying to even think about it. Has it been hard for them to just ask someone willing? Maybe if they stepped out of the eighteenth century and lived for once, they could have found someone on a dating site or something."

It would have spared someone innocent from being brought into this, clearly, but he noticed Ethan bring a hand to his mouth and instantly run for the bathroom. Looked like morning sickness was beginning for one of them. Maor just hoped nausea wouldn't set in for him at the same time though. He placed the plate down on the bed, walking towards the bathroom after Ethan just to make sure he was alright. He offered the male a hand on the offchance he thought Ethan might have been choking and as he looked around, Maor noticed that despite how old the mansion might have appeared, there were some modern advances done, like a walk-in shower though the tub in the room next to the main bathroom was probably what most used or preferred as well as the mirrors and sinks. When he thought further back on the cameras, the male began to think that some form of electricity was working somewhere. 

"Easy there," he assured Ethan. "Looks like the best choice for us right now is to get some rest unless the nausea isn't because of all this sudden movement."

[The PregMANcy Pact]

Maor did have a point, after all the little guy did just jump off a bed and try to beat up a vampire. "I forgot nausea was a thing in this.....what we're going through." When he finished he flushed the toilet and noticed some mouth wash. "Maybe, it feels like that I shouldn't be throwing up so quick.....but then again, logic as we knew and love apparently doe not exist here." He poured a little cup and drank it, letting the fluid swish in his mouth and get rid of his vomit breath.

Camilla noticed "That seems normal, so far." She thought to herself. She had just remembered that she never gave Carl and Adam results of the examination, so she communicated to them. "Carl, Maor is going to have 17, and he's mostly healthy." She sighed before turning her attention to Adam "I'm not sure if you should be impressed or dissapointed with yourself, but Ethan is having 25, congragulations, you broke a world record. I am putting him on a strict diet and I will observe how much he moves." The food the men ate were altered slightly by Camilla with healthier nutrients, as vampires had no joy from anything that was artificial. Apparently Camilla's magic does not seem to count.

Ethan began heading to the bathroom door "I don't think we actually have been awake that long..." he whined "But to be honest, I'm pretty exhausted from everything that just happened."

[Klayko]

Maor nodded. "Maybe when you're feeling a bit better, we can try to look around as much as possible."

It wasn't like they had anything in the room to basically make them stay after all. Fortunately for Maor, he didn't seem as exhausted as Ethan seemingly displayed. That didn't mean it might not take its toll on him however.

"Dude, none of this is normal," he chuckled as Ethan washed his mouth out with the mouthwash. "Men don't get pregnant where we're from and clearly, pregnancies don't make us swell out completely in two weeks and still make us suffer the entire nine months. Do you think we'll struggle being able to even move around?"

Maor placed a hand down on his visible bump underneath the shirt. He looked like he was practically on the verge of nearing nine months with just a regular child, yet a part of him noticed that at the same time, he had yet to start waddling around. That probably was going to happen by tomorrow if by some strange miracle him and Ethan didn't put on more weight by the end of the day. Maor walked out the bathroom, easing his way on the bed after placing the plate back on the table. It didn't look like there was another bed nearby, so sharing it with Ethan was probably for the best and to be honest, Maor sort of wanted that. They were separated last night and now this was their condition.

"I wish I could say we could figure this out," he stated while placing a hand on Ethan's baby bump as a means to help console the shorter male. "But I don't know anything about life anymore."

Maor had seemingly become depressed again, but he eased himself under some of the covers.

Elsewhere, Adam had heard the news. Twenty-Five children were conceived by him and Ethan both. He nodded at the news.

"If you think it pleases me to know I'm making someone else suffer, it doesn't," he responded to Camilla. "But...we're this close now, closer than we've been before. Let me know what I can do and I'll try to help."

The keyword was try. Adam knew Ethan would still be mad at him and on top of that, as Adam said before, he could be very cruel and manipulative just to get what he wanted. His normalcy went out the drain thousands of years ago however when their Maker deprived him of his normal like and clearly, such a trait rubbed off on him and Carl both. Carl had to deal with the fact that he would forever be at the age of almost becoming a full adult yet still a young man at the same time. That surely had to have him filled with all that angsty rage yet rational thinking all the time. As for Adam though, clearly he was a full on adult. While both their mind goals were to essentially have children at long last now that they were considered Elders, Adam essentially wanted to feel the word "love" again in hopes it would make his heart beat again. That wouldn't happen though, not with how twisted he had become in the. The only sense for him to do was to try and be civilized while fighting the constant hunger.

[The PregMANcy Pact]

"There is something you can do." Camilla spoke to Adam. "Starting tomorrow, you should spend time with him and help him out, such as being there for his examinations or helping him get around." She paused before continuing "And don't do it just for the children, but take an interest in him as well." She then switched her attention to Carl "That goes for you too, Carl, even though Maor isn't in nearly as much danger." Carl didn't answer, but nodded, which Camilla could see.

Ethan got onto the other side of the bed. "Just don't go making out with my bump, okay?" He joked when Maor touched it "Adam did that when he noticed." He got under the covers and scooted close to Maor. Camilla must have noticed they were going to sleep, because the lights in the room dimmed.

[Klayko]

“Very well,” Adam announced. “An interest is a luxury I’ll have to afford.”

It was easy to be dismissive of human needs and wants after all. Adam deeply contemplated on how he should naturally react towards Ethan as a result. He heard Camilla say the same towards Carl, wherever he was at. Adam, for now, would not approach Ethan in any form for the remainder of the day unless they stumbled upon one another. As a result, he remained in his study, thinking of ways to approach this delicate situation.

“Pff,” Maor stated. “That isn’t even a thought in my mind. Some of us aren’t all invadingly touchy and grabby without a single thought about how the other feels.”

Of course, that was in reference to both the vampires, but Carl especially. As the lights to the room began to dim, Maor took it as a sign that someone was paying attention to them. He eased a bit back on the various pillows on the bed, letting his mind drift away to sleep. Originally, he wanted to say his dreams were nice. He was back at the college campus, finalizing his degree and already making plans to start his own share of the family business. Then there was some part of his life where he was raising kids with someone, but that eventually cascaded into some kind of nightmare or maybe even sleep paralysis. Carl appeared in the dream as a result, pinning him down and while Maor wished he could say that’s where it ended, it didn’t. He couldn’t spring out his sleep. What it felt like was that his mind had awoken, but his body had yet to respond. As Carl pressed down on him further, visibly within the dream, his belly jutted out more and soon, Maor felt a pressure building within his body physically. This was a feeling he was all too familiar with whenever someone got him sexually bothered and riled up and he never found relief for it. The male cursed mentally at trying to stop himself from clearly being turned on in the dream that culminated in a very familiar tingling sensation surging through his cock. When he finally shot up from the covers, it was too late. He looked down to see the underwear he was wearing visibly stained with a wet mark and while he was glad to know it wasn’t urine, he also had to deal with the fact he just had one intense wet dream all the same.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm and assure himself that it was nothing more than a dream, that he wouldn’t nor couldn’t let Carl do that to him. His large bloated belly was a reminder that he did let the vampire do it though. He eased out the covers, careful not to disturb Ethan and opened the closet for a spare change of clothes. When he found something a bit fitting for him, he went into the shower to clean himself off, letting the warm water run down his body.

[The PregMANcy Pact]

In the middle of the night, Carl had met with Camilla in her quarters. He had actually lied about his call, and she was well aware of that. "I sensed almost no action from you today." Camilla started speaking without a greeting "Where were you all day?"

The young looking vampire just sighed "I don't regret doing what I did, but..." This was embarrassing for him to talk about "The kids, they're going to look older than me, aren't they?"

"Born vampires typically age until their twenties, yes." She answered "Are you really that worked up over an inferioety complex?"

"That's not what I mean!" He would only ever raised spoke outside of a monotonous tone with Camilla or occasionally Adam. "It's the cover up, that will look really obvious, and then there's the amount!" It's true, both heirs suddenly having over a dozen kids would look ridiculous to the public.

Camilla giggled, enjoying her master's rare panicked state "You're honestly saying you never thought about that?" She got close "You can't change anything, their lives are ruined now, and I think you've finally realized that your life as well as Adam's are going to change, too." She turned back and looked at the pond in her room "Most people have never seen you, due to the nature of this location and your business. We're isolated from the rest of the world, in case you haven't forgotten......This isn't actually the problem, is it?" She was starting to read Carl like a book. "So you do have a conscious even though your heart does not beat...."

Carl heard enough and left. There wasn't much point telling her anything else, she was right. She couldn't NOT be right since she can see the whole forest all the time. In truth, he was just nervous about being a father, and if he was what they would look up to.

For the most part, Ethan was out cold while he slept, not moving a muscle as Maor got up and showered. By the end of the night, both of their bellies would have grown again, and they'd begin to start waddling.