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 Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 9:37 am
Isabel had completely forgotten about being measured for clothing. All this talk about the future and eating food made her mind wander to those things. She blamed it on the famous pregnancy brain of course. "Very well" she said before wiping her mouth and standing up straight.
Being measured was pretty much like being a human all over again. She would always get measured for grand ball gowns and even special underwear that was so tight that it gave her a wasp waist. Everything was tailor made for her, so her mind went into a sort of 'posh girl' as she stood there with her arms spread out.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 9:19 am
He pulled out the measure and grabbed a pencil and paper. With her help he carefully measured his body. She was pretty curvy the weight of the pregnancy had helped her a bit it seemed but Mark ignored that. He wanted to get clothes made for her not make love to her.
Once he was done he smiled happily. "Great! Maybe the next time you come out of the painting you won't be so naked." he blushed taking her hands. Pulling her close, well as much as her belly would allow, he held her gently. "It's getting later..I may have to retire to bed." he frowned.
"Still I'm glad that you'll be with me now. No more having to be alone in your mansion." placing a hand on her tummy he rubbed the side of it. "I can't wait to meet our little ones, I bet they're just as pretty as their mommy." he cooed kissing her lips.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 3:16 pm
While being measured, her demoness side kick in as she was smirking seductively the whole time. But to her dismay Mark didn't seem interested which she understood fully. He was tired, it had been a rough day and strange day for them both.
Even though he had to sleep to rest for a new day Isabel looked straight into his being and whispered. "You can cuddle up to me while you sleep if you want" the fairly nude woman offered to him. Maybe it would help him being so down about going to sleep all the time.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 3:40 pm
"I would like that.." he purred pulling Isabel into a deep passionate kiss. "Well now...mommy is all full and happy I'm sure. Would you like a belly massage before I tumble off into dreamland?" he flirted with a wink.
Man she really knew how to bring out his flirtacious side out, still she was kind of turning him on with her staring. That was how she became pregnant in the first place.
It was hard to believe that the woman standing before him was the same seductive demoness that met him the first night he entered the mansion. As he led her to the bedroom he kissed her lips and went about brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed.
Mark had a busy day tomorrow, but couldn't wait to spend the evening with her when the time came. Taking off his shirt he climbed into the bed and cuddled up next to her gently massaging the side of her belly. "You're so pretty Isabel. I wish I could just hold you forever." he flirted with a light yawn.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 4:06 pm
Even as a pregnant woman, it was clear she still had it when it came to luring men. Or maybe it only effected Mark this way now. His offer for a massage was highly wanted by her "That would be lovely, thank you" she flashed a smirk once more.
Being guided into his bedroom, she took her place on the bed. In the normal position she would be in when Mark would decide to cuddle up to her for sleep time. As they cuddled, Isabel would run her fingers though is hair to soothe him. It always seemed to help him drifted off when she was being gentle and loving towards him like. "I think these two will show you who are the pretty ones" she whispered softly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 4:20 pm
"Not true...their mother is more beautiful." he smiled softly kissing her lips. "I love you.." he softly says cuddling up to her and slowly drifting off to sleep. Mark knew that he would awake alone but for now it felt nice having a warm body next to him...
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Morning came too early and once again he awoke alone. The painting, which displayed the pregnant picture of Isabel, softly sat where he had put it. Sitting up he stared at it smiling at the painting.
"Morning Isabel." he said softly to the painting, then got up and stretched. Quickly and softly touching the woman's face he blew a kiss to the painting. He would be gone most of the day. After breakfast and a shower Mark headed out to do what the day called him to do.
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Then night came again. He had gone out to get himself something for dinner, but when Isabel would awaken from her painting, she would notice a beautiful dress, in her favorite color, sitting there on the bed for her. A small note saying "Isabel" with a heart symbol next to it was attached to the handle. The dress wasn't the only thing he bought, there were also some undergarments and other shirts and such for her so that she can feel comfortable in whatever she decided to wear.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 4:42 pm
She didn't want to let go of him as he laid in her arms, all cute and dreaming of whatever it was he dreamt about. Maybe she would ask him one day, it always made her curious considering she would just lay there and watch him for hours on end.
Eventually it was time to go....
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She emerged from the painting a little later then usual, Isabel needed more sleep with the amount energy being used to create two people inside her. Rubbing at her eyes she saw the sweet little note with her name of it and the dress that was spread underneath that. It was indeed in her favourite colour, a soft blue. Putting clothes, other then just a shirt, felt rather strange without someone not doing it for her and with a huge tummy sticking out, but she managed on her own. The dress was so pretty, she could help but look at herself in the mirror and spin around. Sure it wasn't the grand clothes she would wear, but wearing a dress that was a gift made it more special.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 5:18 pm
Mark walked into his apartment carrying two resturant pizzas. Too tired to really feel like cooking the sort of zombified guy stumbled into the kitchen with a yawn. "Oh what a day! Hmmm...? Dammit I thought I bought ketchup? Ugh I'll have to go shopping soon.." he grumbles to himself as he sets the pizzas on the table, along with some pop and reaches for the plates.
For a moment, out of his own tired stupor, he had forgotten all about her. Looking at the clock he noticed how late it was. Something was telling him that there was something important he was forgetting, but he was too tired to remember.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 5:48 pm
The noise of someone walking in made her freeze on the spot. Being in a new place with new noises and no idea of the area made her a little scared. Luckily she had no shoes on so began to tiptoe around. The front door was close now, so they had to be in there still, the clatter of things confirmed that. Peering round the door she saw Mark, looking a little grumpy. "Mark?..." she asked quietly, hoping it wasn't some sort of trap set up by the male demon. It wasn't like Mark to act like this, nor had she seen it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 6:21 pm
Suddenly a small and beautiful voice called out to him. Their eyes meeting, he looked up and down noticing how the dress he had bought really brought out her maternal curves and the beauty of her eyes. Staring for a bit he smiled, then walked over and pulled her into a hug.
"Hello.." he cooed kissing her lips. "You look beautiful Isabel. Does everything fit alright?" Mark asked pulling away and looking her dress over. "The seamstress quoted how curvy your measurements were. I told them it was a surprise gift for my pregnant wife, and while I was out running errands your dress was made. I hope you like it." he blushed shyly returning to the Mark she knew well.
Looking over at the pizza boxes he gasped. "Oh right! Dinner! This is pizza! You probably have no clue what take-out is huh?" he asked opening the box and revealing the delicious round italian food. "I got two because I figured you and our little ones would be hungry. I hope pepperoni and mushroom is alright. I really don't know if you have a pizza you like." he chuckled.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 7:03 pm
Good, it was Mark afterall. She breathed a sigh of relief as he was seeing how the dress looked on her. "It fits fine, and it's a little loose for more growing I noticed too" Isabel commented, stretching out the fabric to show him that it was a little baggy. So, he said it was for his wife? That made her eyebrow go up at that statement. "You said it was for your wife?... I guess that makes sense... don't want to be judged and all that do you?" Isabel figured he said that so no one gave him any horrible looks or saying he was having a child out of wedlock, back in her time it was a frowned upon.
He brought food! Well, she didn't care what it was or what it tasted like. Isabel was extremely hungry without having the luxury of being able to just wake up and have a snack like normal women. Though she put her attention back to Mark. "Is.. something wrong?.. You seemed a bit tense till you saw me"
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 7:13 pm
"Oh you saw that..heh.." he blushed. "I'm sorry I'm just a bit tired, it's been a long day. I'm just a bit grumpy, so I might not be able to stay up that late tonight. I usually take a nap when I have the time, but today I was just busy." he chuckled kissing her lips.
"I hope I didn't startle you with saying that dress was for my wife. I thought about saying it was for my sister, but wife sounded better." he smiled. "Actually, I have dreams of us married, living in a mansion of our own. Having fancy parties, our children dancing with the neibors children. You smiling and happy..if we find a way to get you perminantly out of the painting..I wouldn't mind becoming your husband. O-Only if it's what you really wanted. I love you so much, it doesn't matter what you are. Demon, Human..Isabel what matters is you."
Wrapping his arms around her he kissed her forehead. "It always has. You look so lovely in that dress. Just say the word and I can have more made for you. I..just want you to be happy." he admitted.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 7:44 pm
Isabel got herself a knife and fork to eat the pizza with, she wondered why he didn't get any out in the first place. He obviously just forgot. She looked at the food rather confused, not sure where to cut first on the whole thing. "What... wait.. you... want to be married to be?" she looked up at him in shock more then anything, never expecting him to say that ever. "I errrr don't know what to say.. I mean marriage is obviously the next step with a relationship, but.. with all this.. curse stuff.. I never thought it crossed your mind.."
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 8:52 pm
He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think about it all the time. I love you that much Isabel. I'm just holding off..until we can break the curse." he admitted. "I..even wouldn't mind having more children with you. Give our little ones some siblings." Mark smiled sweetly at her but then chuckled as he noticed how she was trying to eat her pizza.
"No you're doing it wrong! Here..let me show you!" Taking the slice from her place it puts it in her hand. "You just pick it up and eat it, no silverware necessary this time! It's fast and quick!" he smiled picking up a slice from the box and demonstrating by biting the small end of the slice.
Isabel was so posh it was cute and funny sometimes.
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 9:09 pm
"More children?" she raised an eyebrow "No thank you.. these two are enough for me" Isabel told him, though that plan would most likely fail with how much they loved each other and her kinky demoness ways.
How was she eating food wrong? "Wait.. finger food? You must be joking" her snobby side showed, but she couldn't see a way round it. Isabel reluctantly ate the slice that was plonked in her hand. With eyes rolling around as she was tasting it. This pizza stuff was rather good!
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