In a way, it felt like I was looking over Agatha again. "Alright,"

I said weakly, my voice breaking with longing, "But I'll need to check everything—your breasts, your belly…" My eyes darkened. "Between your legs."

Agatha trembled at my words, her nipples erect to small points, tiny droplets of milk shining at their peaks. The space separating us grew denser-her excitement, earthy and potent, wrapping around the tender, lactal scent of her pregnancy like smoke.

She didn't flinch. Didn't hide. Just turned to Ravina with the easy confidence of a woman who'd long since stopped caring what others thought. "Sister Ravina…" Her voice was warm, thick with need. "May I take him to my hut? So he can… examine me properly?"

Ravina's jaw clenched, but she nodded. Her gaze flicked to me, dark with warning. "Help her." A beat. "And don't think of running. I will have my people guard Agatha's hut."

I stepped closer, my lips brushing the shell of Ravina's ear as I murmured, "Don't worry, Aunt Ravina." The word dripped with mock reverence. "I won't run." My fingers grazed her arm, just for a second. "I still owe you a healing… for that dripping problem of yours."

Her breath hitched, lust flashing in her eyes before she masked it with a glare. I grinned and pulled back, already turning to follow Agatha.

Agatha led the way, her steps slow. Her hand was down on her extremely big stomach, fingers spread like she was holding the heaviness of both the baby and her need.

The way she was positioned gave a slight arch to her back, and hence her breasts were pushed out. The dark nipples can be seen very clearly, and they are still a bit shiny with the milk that was not used, and therefore the roundness of them is also moving with each one of her small steps.

Nonetheless, it was her hips that bewitchingly captured my attention.

With them, she was moving slowly as if they were not just hips but the body of a woman who was aware of the effect she had on men. The flesh on her buttocks was plenty, mature from pregnancy, and was moving with her every step, not in a disorderly way but in a beautiful, orderly, and controlled manner, as if she was seeing how far she could go with me before I lost control.

The more she turned, the more dimples she got, and the muscles of her legs were tensing under the very soft-looking skin that seemed like it was impossible to resist.

She didn't just walk—she performed. I stopped moving, just watching her hips move from a distance.

With each step she took, her bare feet went deeper into the earth, and her toes were slightly curled. It was as if she had been able to sense my glance at her, which is how a touch would have felt to her. She turned to me with her lips slightly open and her breath a bit faster. "Are you coming, healer?" she murmured, her tone being a mixture of happiness and something dark and out of this world.

Oh, I was coming alright.

And so was she.

Upon getting to her hut, she faced me, her hands instinctively supporting her stomach. The firelight that came from inside made her glow, showing the changes in her body. "Where... where should I...?" she said, her voice unsteady.

My glance moved quickly to the stone bed that was covered with layers of animal furs—thick, dark pelts that had been sewn together with great care, the kind of luxury that Kronos' tribe could never afford.

Horses. Animal Skin. Power. Ravina's people might have been running naked through the forest, but they were sleeping like kings.

I tore my eyes away, refocusing on Agatha. The furs would do nicely.

"On the bed," I ordered, my voice a rough growl, already thick with the promise of what was coming. "Back down. Legs spread wide." The last word came out like a whip crack, my patience fraying at the edges. I didn't just want to examine her.

She obeyed without hesitation, lowering herself onto the soft pelts, her belly rising like a magnificent dome between us. As she spread her legs, I caught my first full view of her pregnant pussy - the lips swollen and engorged, darker than before, glistening with her arousal. Her pubic hairs above were curly and blonde in color.

My hands were already moving on her, and I knelt between her spread thighs. My finger first to her skin was sparkling, warm, and soft; the texture was modified by pregnancy.

Sensing my fingers on the pussy lips, she let out a sharp breath, her spine was slightly arched, and her breasts were moved with the motion. "Aaaaah hmmm..." Earning 400 points.

"Does that feel good?" I murmured, my fingers tracing the slick folds of her cunt.

"Y-yes," she gasped, her back arching as my fingers finally breached her. The sound she made wasn't just a moan—it was a whimper, high and needy, her hips jerking up like she was trying to impale herself deeper. "But it's—nngh!—different now. So much… more…"

Fuck.

She wasn't lying.

Her cunt was a vice—swollen, drenched, the walls so tight they ripped at my fingers as I pushed in. The heat was obscene, her inner flesh pulsing around me in desperate little flutters, like she was already trying to milk me dry.

I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully against my thigh as I felt the way her body fought to stretch, her entrance resisting even two fingers like she was still a virgin.

"So tight," I growled, twisting my wrist to work a second finger inside. "Even with the baby in you, you're strangling my finger." Her walls clenched down hard, and I felt it—the way her muscles spasmed, the way her juices gushed around my knuckles, thick and slick and sweet. The sound was filthy, wet, and squelching every time I pulled back, like her body was begging me not to stop.

"Ah! Hmm... Is that a bad thing... for the baby?" she cried, but her hips rolled, her thighs trembling as she tried to take more. I curled my fingers, pressing against that spongy, sensitive spot inside her, and her entire body locked up—her back bowing, her tits heaving as another bead of milk leaked from her nipples.

"No....," I snarled, scissoring my fingers, stretching her open just enough to imagine my cock there instead. "Looking at your—dripping, clenching, pussy... I think you are in good health to give birth to a healthy child." Her pussy fluttered again, her juices coating my hand, dripping down to the furs beneath her.

[What would happen if I fucked her like this? Would that tight little cunt break around my hard cock?]

A thought suddenly struck me that alone nearly made me cum.

I could already picture such a scene in my mind...she stood on her hands and knees, that heavy belly swaying as I rutted into her from behind, her walls squeezing me so hard I'd have to fight for every inch. The way her tits would swing, milk leaking onto the furs as I pounded into her, her cries turning to sobs as she came around my cock—

But then—

A shift.

A tiny, unmistakable pressure against my palm, deep inside her.

The baby.

My breath hitched.

I know I am not a good person.

But I wasn't a monster to risk a baby's life like that.

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