[Klayko]

(Gotcha )

The damage was irrefutably done. The moment Carl released inside of him was the moment Maor’s normal life essentially ended, though to be honest, it was gone the moment Carl’s supposed Witch cursed him and Ethan to such a condemnation. Maor got to feel great for just a little bit before he was rendered unconscious. As he fell asleep, naturally Carl caught him and hefted him up to the bathroom to personally wash him off. If Maor wasn’t roughly subjected in such a way, he might not have found himself subconsciously snuggling under the cover, rather he would have done it of his own volition.

The dawn had come and Maor found himself shifting around in the covers before his brown eyes shot open and awake. The male found himself breathing heavily as anxiety and panic filled his body. He shot out the bed quickly, Maor not fully processing what occurred, but more concerned with his wellbeing. It didn’t even dawn on him how he was walking a bit differently as to be quite honest, his rear still ached from having to take Carl’s proud sex organ up his rear. Maor was clad in a short, but open robe and black silky briefs. As he walked inside the bathroom with a stagger from being rough handled the night before, the first thing he noticed was his face. Yes, the bruise was still there and his right eye as a result had gotten puffy, the mark now reddish and nature. He naturally tried to touch it just to hiss in pain at the touch and it was at that moment upon backing away from the mirror that he finally noticed. In between the open robe and pushing downward on the briefs was a large bump where his abs and smooth body used to be. Maor had a hard time letting this register in his head as he was shocked, a hand running down to push the large belly. When he felt the firmness to it alongside seeing a dark vertical line clearly visible on the belly itself, naturally panicking was the only response he could garner from his mouth. His belly button was even threatening to push itself out. Carl had succeeded. Maor was pregnant and it looked like it was happening faster than the human could process. Perhaps if the said vampire was lurking, he would get the chance to admire his handiwork. Maor had to slowly digest with bitterness the fact that not only did he get slapped around, manhandled and dominated by this shorter and almost childish looking like male, he had to now contend to the matter said vampire had just made him his pregnant bitch. He began sobbing miserably.