"Shut up right now, you fucking arrogant prick!" I yelled, my voice coming out hoarse and ragged from the raw strain of it all, shoving hard at his chest with both hands.
His robes crackling sharply with static electricity under my palms, foreign magic tingling against my skin like a stinging, electric warning.
Elowen stepped back leisurely with a graceful, unhurried pivot, his emerald eyes dropping deliberately to my midsection as if he'd orchestrated the entire charged exchange from the start.
"Well, go on and look at your belly now, Your Majesty—see the truth for yourself."
I glanced down instinctively, all hesitation forgotten in the moment, lifting the hem of my silk tunic with trembling fingers—revealing my once-flat stomach now swollen slightly.
The skin stretched taut and warm to the touch, heavy with the residual cum still sloshing deep inside like a thoroughly claimed vessel, a subtle, insistent pressure building low in my core.
