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."
