I saw the contradiction in her eyes – the longing for food battling with the much more primal desire that she had been suppressing since she first saw me having sex with Helen. The tribal women around us were talking quietly, watching us with obvious curiosity.
One of the younger women, whose breasts were full and heavy, came up with a piece of roasted meat. "Take it, Sister Ravina," she said, her voice sweet and inviting. "You need to eat. The meat is fresh, and the spices will give you strength."
Ravina's fingers kept moving at her sides, as if she had electricity running through her veins. Her breathing? It was a mess—short, sharp gasps, like she couldn't quite catch up. Honestly, I was able to smell her arousal—no exaggeration. That musky heat blending with the smoky roast meat scent was absurd.
Moreover, it wasn't only me; the other women also sensed it very clearly. Their reaction was unmistakable - the flaring of their nostrils, the darkening of their eyes, and the pressing of their lips. Like a damn pack of wolves scenting something wild.
I grabbed a piece of meat—without even thinking. My hand brushed against Ravina's, and she instantly shivered, her eyes going all big and shiny. I gave her a mischievous look, my voice dropping so low that it was almost a growl. "Thanks." Like we were in on some secret, just us.
In a very low voice, she gasped as I took the meat up to my mouth. I really can't blame her - my taste buds did their job perfectly, catching the drippings with my tongue. She looked at my mouth, her lips parted slightly, taking shallow breaths. If that was not a prompt for me, then I really didn't know what it was.
With a satisfying crunch, I went for the meat, and the taste exploded right there on my face. I might as well take a little pleasure out of it, wouldn't I?
After all, I wasn't going anywhere now, was stuck in this world. And with my Healing Factor, even if this meat was laced with poison, it'd be nothing more than a fleeting sting—a useless precaution I'd forgotten I no longer needed.
The thought made me smirk. All that time wasted—biting, chewing, forcing the meat into my System Storage—when I could've just devoured it like a man. Like a beast. Like something that didn't need to fear death.
The tribal women near us moved nearer, their figures against ours as they presented more food, their hands lightly touching mine.
While we were eating, I saw a pregnant woman coming towards us - her belly very big and pronounced. She was about to say something when Ravina promptly asked: "Agatha, is everything alright?"
Agatha's eyes went back and forth between us, a small smile of relief showing on her face. "That sister Ravina..." she began, her voice warm but weary. "I heard you brought back a healer this time... so..." She trailed off, eyes locking onto mine.
Agatha turned to me, silent expectation hanging in the air. Ravina chuckled softly, nudging the tension aside. "Just say it, Agatha. Don't fret—you're like a little sister to me."
Then, with quiet urgency, Agatha said, stammering: "I only want the healer to check on me... on us. Tell me if my child and I are well. And..." She hesitated, fingers absently tracing her belly. "How much longer until the birth?"
My gaze dropped to her body—her nakedness barely concealed, the curve of her belly taut and undeniable. Heat flushed through me.
This was the first time I had seen a pregnant woman in such a revealing manner, and so openly sensual. Her nipples, which were quite dark and full, attracted my gaze without me really intending to, and I started to think, could there be milk in them already?
Agatha looked like a woman in her early thirties, and her hair was a little wavy, and the length was shoulder. The fact that she was expecting had brought out in her a certain earthy and sexual nature that was mesmerizing. Her hips had become broader, her butt bigger, and her body had changed to something that was still more feminine and more basic.
Her pregnant form had curves that were mesmerizing- her breasts were so enlarged that they looked like they were twice their normal size, the dark brown nipples contrasting with her fair skin, already shining with what appeared to be the initial drops of milk.
As I looked at her, my dick, which was in my leaf skirt, went crazy, and my eyes dropped to her belly again, taking in the way it rose and fell with each breath.
Agatha's stomach was a glorious hemispherical, the skin was tight and shining, and the navel was sticking out a bit like a ripe button. The thought of what was inside her - of the life growing there - sent a primal jolt through me. I wanted to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin, to press my ear against her belly and listen to the heartbeat within.
I could see the faint blue lines of veins under her skin, proof of the increased blood flow that indicated that her body was ready to give birth. When she moved her weight, the breasts swung hypnotically, the movement that made my mouth water.
I saw the changes that the pregnancy had caused in her, partially - the lightening of the areolas, the faint purple tint to the veins in her breasts, the way her belly button had become like a little button.
Stretch marks that were on her lower belly were silver in color against her golden skin, signs that the body had a marvelous capacity to change and adapt.
Veins that were deep and feathery crisscrossed her bulging belly, tracing the silent routes under her transparent skin, giving away the story of a new life growing in her. Her breathing, stomach moving up and down, made my dick throb hard against my leaf skirt.
Maybe Agatha noticed my glance as she changed her position by a short distance, and so her breasts moved. A tiny drop of fluid was visible at the tip of one breast, and it glistened with the firelight.
Agatha's voice snapped me back to the moment—deeper now, resonant with the weight of her changing body. "Can you..." She hesitated, fingers tracing nervous circles over her swollen belly. "Can you examine me... thoroughly?"
I glanced at Ravina, whose thighs pressed tightly together as she swallowed. "You..." she murmured, voice strained. "You should look at her first. Then..." The unspoken, then what? hung between us.
I nodded, a silent reassurance. Ravina's deferral to me—asking permission in this moment—struck me as almost comical. I smirked, and she shot me a look sharp with frustration.
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.