Royal Demons (all three of them)!
"Uh, that's not really what I'm concerned about," Sekhmet replies, "I can, uh, survive giving birth, uh, I'm sure." Prumathe's heard (not seen, Sekhmet warned him to look away beforehand) Sekhmet tear apart the flesh of her arm, remove her bones, and put new ones in. If worse comes to worse, she can dismantle her body to get the child out, and then regenerate as if nothing ever happened. "It's, uh, more about afterwards. I'm not sure what our child will be." It's clear she doesn't mean in a boy or girl sense, but in a species one. "My, uh, best guess is that they'll be, uh, like I was when we first met. Apparently mortal, but, uh, not really."