Ever since I considered mating with Ragna and getting pregnant with his child, the lower part of my stomach starts to randomly shiver. I get the same feeling every time I look at his exposed torso, and more, my heart beats faster. Suddenly, I began to grow conscious of my body, understanding that it's eager to mate.
Indeed, without me noticing, I actually considered Ragna as a potential partner to bear a child.
But it's nothing I should be surprised about. After all, my body was made to procreate. It's something I cannot control.
"Tch!" I clicked my tongue.
I began to curse the one responsible for my current situation.
"Is there something wrong, lady Rhea?" Ragna worriedly asked.
As usual, he's standing near me as I lay on my tree.
The days I spent with him now surpassed the few days I spent alone in this world. I'm now well aware of his strengths and personality. And because he only treated me with respect, I have nothing but a positive opinion of him.
"Let me bear your child, Ragna," I straightforwardly said.
"My lady!?" Ragna stutters, his eyes widening in surprise.
"You've done enough, so let me reward you. Your tribe is struggling to bear children, right? I'll bear one for you."
"Are you serious? Is that even possible?"
"It should be."
Ragna swallowed as I finally faced him. His eyes directly trail the curves of my body. I'm wearing a very thin dress, so he could practically see every of my lines.
Despite being of a race with a completely different appearance, it's obvious he's attracted to my body.
"Just put your seeds into me and let's see."
"I-If you'll allow me..."
Great. Once my body began to act up, I realized that I would eventually be forced by my instincts to bare a man's child. That's why, I thought I might as well try it now while I'm still in control and see what it's like.
With that in mind, I stood up and patted off the dirt on my bottom.
"What are you doing? Take that off," I said, pointing at the piece of cloth hiding his crotch.
It's already making a huge tent with his meat rising up.
"Excuse me," he said as he quickly took it off.
Seeing his meat for the first time, I almost lose my cool.
It's still somewhat soft, but it's already thicker and longer than my forearm. Because of Ragna's tall height, it pointed directly at my chest. With how close the distance the two of us have, it will reach my exposed cleaveage if it grows any longer.
Truly, it's monstrous.
"Is this it?" I asked.
"Not yet," Ragna replied, sounding a bit embarrassed.
Confirming it's still isn't in its full size, I carefully grabbed it with a hand and began to stroke it gently.
Ragna's meat rod is very different than that of a human, it's very much like that of a beast. Its shaft is not covered with stretchy skin, but it's all fleshy and pink. The tip of it is not round, but pointy. And on its base is a dangerous-looking knot.
Holy shit...
Although I look calm on the outside, I was panicking inside.
Why did I even start this?
I ask that question, but I know I can't stop now.
Like I thought, once it grew in its full size, the pointy tip of it reached the valley of my twin peaks.
"That's all of it," Ragna said, huffing quietly from the pleasure of my hand.
"Then let's start," I calmly said, despite my heart beating so fast.