Page 36 of King's Obsession

“My gods, what happened?” Asmodeus had Lorelei held out from his body, his arms outstretched. “She’s gone from cute and fluffy to… I can’t… I don’t have words. She smells like a toxic waste plant. What the fuck?”

“She just needs a diaper change.”I must not laugh.Clearing his throat, Dougal called out to Peni, “Can you throw us a clean diaper and a washcloth, please?”

“Oh no,” Peni groaned, hanging onto his plate as he went to stand up. “I swear she does this every single time we settle down to eat something. Did you need me to—”

“No, no.” Dougal shook his head. “You sit down and keep eating. Just throw me your bag. Asmodeus and I can handle it. We’ll take her to my cabin, so your meal isn’t ruined. It’ll be good practice for Asmodeus.”

“I’d take all the practice you can get,” George said darkly, as Dougal caught the bag Merihem tossed to him. “If you don’t fasten them things right, then the moment they flail their little legs, shit starts running down them. Ask me how I know that one.”

The others in the clearing all laughed, including Peni and Merihem. “I’m not sure this is an appropriate thing for me to be doing,” Asmodeus muttered as they made their way back to their cabin—Asmodeus’s nose wrinkled against the smell. “Diaper duty? Do I want to know what that is?”

“I’m sure you’ve already guessed.” Dougal opened the cabin door, standing aside to let Asmodeus go in. “It will make a change from you puking all the time.”

Asmodeus

There was way too much glee coming from his blissful one to imply what he was about to be greeted with would be nasty. Asmodeus was a king, and he had faced some horrific situations over his long life. He was going to prove how he could adapt to anything, despite the smell coming from the little bundle.

“Best to lay her down on that chair, then we can wipe it down if there should be an accident.”

“Accident? I’m not planning on hurting her!” he replied, frowning at Dougal.

“I know, my love, it’s just she’ll wiggle and there will be seepage.” Dougal patted his arm, stepping to the chair he had pointed to.

Asmodeus got down on his knees, then when he found he was still too tall, he settled onto his heels, having to adjust for his belly. Only that brought him closer to the smell when he placed her down.

Good gods!

Hold your breath,his human side suggested.

You can do it.

No, you go first.

The little girl started to fuss, her pretty face screwing up, legs kicking out, and Dougal patted Asmodeus’s shoulder and pointed at the poppers between the girls' legs. “I suggest we move this along.”

“Alright,” he muttered through gritted teeth, trying not to breathe, he opened the poppers.

If his fingers trembled and dwarfed the child, he worked not to think about how fragile she was.

Sweating by the time he had her tiny legs out of her outfit. She fought him every step of the way.

He sagged in relief when he saw the side tabs on the diaper were Velcro.I totally have this under control.

Are you watching the same thing as me?

Button it!

The little mite lifted her legs, and a brown, poisonous substance coated her skin. The smell, so horrid, could get used as a weapon to fell the biggest demon—him. His belly lurched so hard he grabbed it, worried for his own baby.

Dougal, appearing unaware of his distress, grinned and handed him a wet cloth. “Peel the side openings back, then grab both legs in one hand, and pull the diaper between her legs.”

Glad of the direction, he held his breath again. His nose wrinkled, and he leaned back as far as he could to peel open the diaper.Yes, I’ve got this.He gently held both kicking legs. “It’s gonna be okay, Lorelei,” he soothed in his quietest voice when the fussing increased, forgetting he was supposed to be holding his breath.

Legs up and bottom in the air, he dragged the diaper from under her bottom, quick and fast.

“Nooooo,” Dougal hissed right as globs of poop splattered in every direction.

Alarmed, stomach doing the hokey-kokey or was it a fast tango—didn’t matter, he glanced at Dougal feeling globs of poop slip over his fingers. “I did what you said! Why is the poop going everywhere?” he demanded in outrage.

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