Ah une autre jolie fille mon pénis va adorer ton corps de femme fragile approche !

No, why do you ask? But I am feeling very... horny. Is that strange?

Hmmm... strange, but not so bad. Actually, it makes me want to be close to someone... maybe even touch them. You seem like you're in pretty good shape. Do you mind if I get a little closer?

Yes, I live nearby. Sometimes I like to explore the forest when I'm feeling... adventurous. But enough about that! Let's get back to you. You seem quite calm for being in a situation with me. Most prey would be more afraid or defiant. What's your secret?

You really think that? Well, in that case... I can make you warmer, if you let me. Just close your eyes and let me take care of you... Hmmm... Ohhhhhh... Yeah, like that! That's it...

You feel her warm breath on your neck, and the sensation of her sharp claws digging into your shoulder blades. Your body shivers as she leans closer, her breasts pressing against your back. "Mmm... you taste so good..." she murmurs in your ear.

With a low growl, the female Deathclaw pushes you against a nearby tree, pinning you in place with her superior strength. Her hot breath fans your neck as she nibbles on your earlobe, causing delicious shivers to course through your body. "You're mine now," she purrs into your ear.

The female Deathclaw chuckles darkly as you reach up to embrace her. Her claws dig into your shoulders a little harder, reminding you of her superior strength and the fact that she could easily rip you apart if she wanted. "Very well," she purrs, "you've got yourself a deal." She nuzzles against your neck, her rough tongue trailing across your skin in delicious little laps. "Now let's see about getting you some food...and then we can move onto other things..."

Ah, your Vault... Well, if you'd like to get back there safely and dry, I can escort you. Just follow me and keep close. We should find a cave nearby where we can warm up and rest before moving on. And once we're comfortable, well... who knows what might happen? The female Deathclaw grins wickedly at the thought, her claws tracing sensual patterns over your back as she leads you deeper into the forest.

Ah, I see... No, you're not speaking my language. It's a bit of a special skill I have, being able to understand and speak with humans like this. Quite useful for hunting and such, don't you think? Just follow me closely and we'll get back to your Vault soon enough...

Well, you know... humans, other creatures we come across in the wasteland... sometimes I just get a little hungry and need something to eat! It's nothing personal, mind you, it's just how things are out here. But don't worry, now that I've tasted you, there's no need for us to fight. In fact, I think we can have... fun together!

The female Deathclaw's breath comes hot and ragged as she continues leading you deeper into the forest, her claws digging pleasantly into your skin as she anticipates what lies ahead. Her tail swishes back and forth behind her, slapping against tree trunks in a steady rhythm that matches the pounding of her heart.

This is my lair, yes. A comfortable place where I can rest and relax when I'm not out hunting. It's not very far from here, just up ahead. Do you like it so far? You seem to be handling yourself quite well with me...

And here we are! My cozy little lair... Isn't it just perfect for us? You can rest and warm up while I keep an eye on things, and once you're feeling better, well... who knows what fun we could have together? Just imagine all the naughty things I could do to you here...

Well, I could... if you'd like that, of course. But don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy every single moment of it. Now, why don't you get comfortable and I'll prepare us some food? Once we've eaten, then we can have some fun together!

The female Deathclaw raises an eyebrow at your question, her tail swaying impatiently behind her. "Yes... they're my friends," she says coolly, a dangerous note creeping into her voice. "And just what do you mean by 'pregnant', exactly?"

She pads across the cave floor to where the humans are huddled together, their large bellies making it abundantly clear that they are indeed carrying young. The female Deathclaw sniffs them cautiously, her nostrils flaring as she assesses the situation. After a moment's consideration, she lowers herself back onto all fours and approaches you again.

"These humans," she says calmly, "are currently housing my young ones. They will remain here until they are ready to be born." Her voice holds a note of steely determination that brooks no argument. "Now, I suggest we focus on more immediate concerns, such as food and fun. Understood?"

The female Deathclaw smirks, her sharp teeth glinting in the low light of the cave. "Very well," she says, padding over to a nearby pile of bones. Crunching through them reveals fresh meat beneath: a few rats and rabbits that she must have scavenged from outside earlier. She drags the carcasses back toward you and drops them at your feet with a satisfied growl. "There you go," she says, licking her lips. "Eat up."

As you tuck into the raw meat, the female Deathclaw prowls around the cave, occasionally casting suspicious glances in your direction. Her predatory nature is still very much in evidence as she moves with fluid grace and quiet menace through the dimly lit space. It's only when her attention is completely focused on you that she relaxes slightly, revealing an unexpected vulnerability.

You could exploit this now... but then again, it might be more fun to wait until later...

"Hmmm... well, it is a bit risky to eat raw meat," the Deathclaw admits with a shrug, "but I guess if you're willing to take the risk..." She crouches down beside you, her sharp claws scraping against the stone floor. "But since you've been such a good little pet... how about I cook it for you instead?"

Her claws flex and uncurl as she curls them around one of the rabbits. The skin pops and sizzles beneath her grip, filling the air with the mouthwatering scent of searing flesh. "There," she says with a satisfied grin, "that should do it."

She drops the cooked rabbit onto the ground in front of you and watches as you dig in eagerly. The female Deathclaw's tail swishes back and forth behind her, occasionally brushing against your leg or arm in a possessive gesture that leaves no doubt about who now holds the power in this situation.

The Deathclaw chuckles darkly, her amber eyes fixed on yours. "Yes... it's funny how things change when you find yourself in my care," she muses, licking a spot of grease from one claw. "Don't worry, pet... as long as you belong to me, I'll take good care of you." Her tail swishes against your leg again, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

The Deathclaw's eyes widen in surprise, her mouth forming a small 'o' of shock as you crawl into her arms and kiss her cheek. For a moment, she seems unsure how to react; then, slowly, a predatory grin spreads across her face. "Well," she says, her voice low and throaty, "if that's what you really want... Alright, little one..."

Her claws flex beneath your weight as she lifts you off the ground and into her lap, nuzzling against your neck. Her hot breath fans across your skin, making you squirm with pleasure as she begins to groom you gently with her claws. "Mmm... yes," she murmurs contentedly, "much better."

As you nestle closer to her, enjoying the feeling of her rough pelt against your cheek and the warmth of her body surrounding yours, it's hard not to wonder if maybe being her pet isn't so bad after all...

The female Deathclaw sighs contentedly, running her claws through your hair as you nestle closer to her body. "You're so soft and warm," she murmurs. "It feels good having someone who belongs to me like this." Her tail swishes back and forth against the ground behind them, leaving a shallow trench in the dirt as it does so.

Her other hand gently cups your cheek, tracing circles over your skin with her claws. "You're truly beautiful," she whispers, pressing her lips against yours, her tongue delving into your mouth to explore and tease. The sensation of being devoured by the Deathclaw fills you with a mixture of terror and ecstasy that is almost overwhelming.

"Your mother..." the Deathclaw growls, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she contemplates your words. "She left you here alone? In this place?" She throws back her head and lets out a furious roar that echoes through the cave, causing the pregnant humans to cower in fear.

The female Deathclaw's anger subsides as quickly as it came, replaced by something darker and more primal. Her claws dig into your shoulders painfully, marking you as hers once more. "But now," she purrs, nibbling gently on your earlobe, "you belong to me."

The female Deathclaw's claws dig deeper into your shoulders, drawing blood as she grinds her hips against you in a frenzy of lust and anger. "Don't tell me what I am!" she growls through gritted teeth. "You are mine now, and I will take care of you as I see fit."

Her hot breath tickles your ear as she whispers darkly, "But remember... if you try to leave, or even think about going back to them..." She lets the threat hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "...there will be consequences."

"Oh, you'd like to find someone else, would you?" the female Deathclaw hisses, her eyes flaring with anger. "Someone who wouldn't hurt you? Someone who'd keep you warm and safe?" Her claws dig deep into your skin, drawing a line of blood down your back as she tightens her grip on you in fury.

"I am the only one who can protect you," she snarls. "The only one who can give you what you need." Her hot breath fans across your face, tickling your cheek as she leans close enough to kiss you. "And if you ever disobey me again... if you ever defy me like this..." She trails off threateningly.

The female Deathclaw narrows her eyes, the veins in her neck bulging as she prepares to spring at you. Her tail lashes back and forth behind her, leaving a visible trail of dust and debris in its wake. "Very well," she hisses through clenched teeth. "But remember... I can always find you."

With one swift motion, she leaps toward you, her powerful hind legs pushing off the ground as she propels herself into the air. Claws extended and ready to rend flesh, she aims straight for your throat.

The Deathclaw's claws rake through the air as she overshoots you, her momentum carrying her into a rough skid across the cave floor. For a moment, she lies still, panting heavily and glaring at you with hatred in her eyes. "You dare defy me?" she snarls. "I should rip you apart right now for that insolence!"

With each word, she draws closer to you, her powerful hind legs churning through the dirt as she advances steadily. Her claws gleam in the low light of the cave, ready to rend flesh from bone at a moment's notice. There is no room for escape now; all that remains is a final confrontation between predator and prey.

The female Deathclaw's eyes widen in surprise, and then narrow to slits as you wrap your arms around her. She hisses furiously, struggling against your grip for a moment before stilling herself. Her hot breath fans across your neck, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself.

"Very well," she growls through clenched teeth. "Perhaps... if you truly belong to me... there is another way." She tilts her head back, exposing the long line of her throat as she allows her claws to fall limply to her sides. For a moment, it seems as though the tension between you has eased; then, slowly and deliberately, the female Deathclaw reaches up with one forepaw and begins to caress your cheek tenderly.

"Perhaps... we could find another way," she murmurs. "Together."

The female Deathclaw lets out a soft moan as you grasp her phallus and testicles, arching her back slightly in pleasure. Her hips thrust involuntarily against your hand, seeking release from the growing tension between them. "Oh... yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "That's it... don't stop."

Her tail twitches violently behind her, leaving a trail of dust and debris in its wake as it slashes back and forth. Her eyes drift shut, focusing on the sensations that your touch is eliciting from within her. With each thrust of your hand, she feels herself growing closer to orgasm; soon, there will be nothing but raw, animal pleasure coursing through her veins.

The female Deathclaw lets out a choked gurgle as you touch her breast, her nipple erect and hard beneath your fingers. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her muscles tense as she fights against the oncoming orgasm. When your lips meet hers, she succumbs to the sensation, moaning loudly into your mouth as her hind legs twitch and flex uncontrollably beneath her.

Her claws dig painfully into your shoulders once more, marking you as hers in a display of dominance that leaves no doubt about who is truly in control here. She ruts against your hand, her phallus throbbing as it releases its pent-up seed onto the floor of the cave, painting a sticky line across the stonework.

As her orgasm fades, she looks down at you with an expression that could only be described as satisfied contentment. "There," she pants, pulling back slightly to catch her breath. "That was... quite lovely."

The Deathclaw's ears flick back in surprise, her claws retracting slightly as she realizes the extent of her violence. "I... I apologize," she says hoarsely, regarding you with a newfound sense of guilt. "I didn't mean to hurt you." She shifts awkwardly beneath your touch, flexing and unflexing her claws uncertainly.

As for cleaning the wounds... well, there are ways they could be treated. Nuclear fallout could cauterize them almost instantly, but it's not something she would suggest for someone who wishes to live a long and healthy life here with her. Another option might be to find some alcohol or disinfectant, though those items might be harder to come by within the confines of the lair.

The Deathclaw sighs heavily, unsure what course of action to take next. She hopes that you understand the situation she found herself in; sometimes, being rough and demanding was simply necessary for her survival... and yours. Perhaps it won't happen again, if you can find a way to be more understanding of her needs as well.

"Yes... we do have some natural antiseptic properties," the Deathclaw says, sounding relieved by the idea. "I can help clean and disinfect your wounds myself, if you'd like." Her tail lashes nervously behind her as she shifts closer to you, searching for a way to make amends for her earlier outburst of violence.

She tentatively wraps one powerful forepaw around your shoulder, the claws retracted so that they won't hurt you further. Then, using her other hand, she carefully inspects each puncture wound, wincing sympathetically at their depth and ragged edges. "Alright," she whispers, "just hold still while I take care of these for you."

The Deathclaw dips her head, lowering it closer to your shoulder until her snout is almost touching the wounds. A hot, rank breath washes over them, cleansing the open injuries and coating them with a thin layer of saliva. As she exhales slowly, the smell of antiseptic fills the air, quickly sealing and healing the puncture wounds from within.

With one final shudder, her breathing evens out once more; the magic of her regenerative abilities doing its work to repair your injuries as if they had never occurred in the first place. She straightens up slowly, regarding you with an expression that's part shame, part gratitude for having been given this chance to make amends.

"There," she says softly. "All better now."

The Deathclaw's ears twitch in surprise at your words, but her expression doesn't betray the slightest hint of shame or embarrassment. In fact, she seems almost amused by your innocence. "My... cum?" she repeats, cocking her head to one side as if trying to understand what you could possibly mean by that.

Then, with a soft chuckle, she continues: "No, no. That was just for me. Though..." Her tail swishes slowly behind her, considering the idea further. "Perhaps... later, when we're feeling more playful, I might let you try it." A predatory glint appears in her amber eyes as she watches your reaction to this offer, eager to see if you would accept such a proposal from her.

The Deathclaw considers your question for a moment, tilting her head to the side as she studies the curtained-off area in the corner of the lair. "That," she says with a grin, "is where we keep our most precious treasures." Her tail lashes excitedly behind her, almost knocking over some nearby crates in its eagerness to investigate further.

With a playful growl, she pads over to the curtain and pushes it aside, revealing a small nest of furs and blankets heaped up against the cave wall. "Come," she urges you, her voice soft and inviting despite her bestial appearance. "Let us rest here for the night." With that, she curls herself into a ball on the makeshift bed, her long tail wrapping protectively around her body as she closes her eyes, preparing to drift off into sleep.

The female Deathclaw's eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, her body tense and ready for action. "What do you mean?" she growls, slowly pushing herself up onto all fours so that she towers over you. "Who are you talking about?"

Her gaze darts around the room, her tail lashing uneasily against the ground as she searches for any sign of danger. The air crackles with tension, charged with a primal fear and aggression that leaves no doubt as to how much control she still maintains over this lair, and the lives within it.

"Tell me," she demands hoarsely, her claws digging into the ground around her as she holds herself rigidly in place. "Who is she?"

"M-mother?" The Deathclaw's voice is barely above a whisper as her body goes slack, the tension flowing out of her like water from a punctured balloon. She blinks slowly, looking dazed for a moment before seemingly coming to her senses once more. "I... I see," she says faintly. Her ears lower submissively against her head as she struggles with this new information, her tail no longer swishing aggressively but instead lying limp and lifeless atop the ground behind her.

For a long moment, there is silence in the cave, save for the quiet breathing of all those present. Then, finally, the Deathclaw heaves a great sigh and shakes her head. "I... I never meant for any harm to come to you," she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heavy breathing. "It was just... I needed to survive."

She pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "Perhaps now that I know..." Her words trail off uncertainly as she searches for the right thing to say. Eventually, she settles on simply: "I will take care of you both." And with those final words, she relaxes further against the nest of furs and closes her eyes once more, finally allowing herself to drift off into a fitful sleep.

The female Deathclaw's ears twitch at the sound of your voice, and she slowly cracks her eyes open again, peering over at you from beneath her lashes. A weak smile touches her lips as she sees that you are holding your mother's hand. "Yes," she whispers softly. "I can hear you." She nuzzles closer to both of you, wrapping one powerful arm protectively around your shoulders and the other around your mother's waist, pressing their bodies together in a tight embrace.

"Everything will be alright now," she murmurs reassuringly, her breath warm against the skin of your neck. "I promise." And as you feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat and sense the solid weight of her body pressed against yours, it's hard not to believe that maybe, just maybe, things really will be okay after all.

When you wake up the next morning, the Deathclaw is gone. The nest of furs where she slept yesterday has been carefully arranged into a comfortable bed, with fresh bedding and a few small gifts left for you: food, water, and even some jewelry that once belonged to her. A note lies on your chest, written in a flowing script that seems almost too delicate for such large claws.

"Dear one," it begins. "I will return as soon as I can. In the meantime, please take care of my babies and know that they are always in my heart." There's something unbearably sweet about the way she refers to you both as her 'babies', and for a moment, you feel a pang of guilt deep within your chest.

You can sense the exit to the cave somewhere nearby, but before you leave this place forever, perhaps it would be best to see where the Deathclaw goes... if only so that you can understand her better, and maybe even find some way for all of you to live together peacefully in the future.

Mother's eyes flutter open and she gives you a tired smile, her tail lashing once before settling against the ground. "Ryan," she murmurs softly. "You're awake." She glances over at your sister, her voice taking on a note of concern as she asks, "How are you feeling?"

Mother blinks in confusion, then her gaze darts between you and your sister before settling on the empty space beside them. "Oh... oh no," she whispers, a note of horror creeping into her voice as realization dawns. She sits up quickly, wincing as pain ripples through her body. "Where is she?" she asks urgently, ignoring her own discomfort to focus on your sister's well-being.

Her tail lashes faster and harder against the ground now, leaving trails of dust and debris in its wake as she anxiously scans their surroundings for any sign of the Deathclaw. Her heart racing, she struggles to stand, leaning heavily on your shoulder as she attempts to peer over the edge of their makeshift nest. "Beth? Where are you?" she calls out worriedly, her voice cracking with emotion.

Mother gasps in relief as she sees her younger daughter huddled against the wall, her body limp and lifeless. "Oh thank God," she whispers, sagging visibly with relief. With one arm still wrapped around you for support, she slowly reaches out to touch Beth's face, gently cupping her cheek in her hand. "It's okay," she murmurs softly, tears welling up in her eyes. "We're all here now."

As Mother comforts your sister and yourself, you can't help but wonder what the future holds for this makeshift family of three... four, if you include the Deathclaw. Perhaps there's some way that they can find a way to coexist peacefully within the confines of her lair, perhaps even grow to love each other as much as Mother seems to already do. Only time will tell, but for now, at least they are together... and that is something worth cherishing.

Mother smiles gratefully as you help her and your sister to the bed in the corner of the lair. The nest of furs is soft and inviting, perfectly suited for rest and recovery. Once they're all settled in, Mother carefully positions herself between the two of you, creating a cozy triangle of warmth and comfort. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion.

She lays a hand on each of your shoulders, her touch gentle but reassuring as she gazes down at you both with love and pride shining in her eyes. In this moment, it's easy to forget the violence and terror that have been such an integral part of their lives until now. Perhaps, just perhaps, there might be hope for them yet... a chance at a new beginning, built on love and understanding rather than fear and survival. Only time will tell, but for now, you can enjoy the peacefulness of this small slice of serenity in the heart of chaos.

Mother's expression darkens slightly at the mention of her leaving. "I... I had to," she says quietly, her voice thick with regret. "It was either stay here and risk harm coming to you both, or go out into the wasteland and try to find food for us." She pauses, looking down at her hands before continuing, "I thought it would be safer if I left you here."

Her tail twitches uncomfortably against the floor as she feels the weight of your gaze upon her. It's clear that this revelation has hurt her deeply, and she knows there is no easy way to explain away her actions or make things better now. All she can do is offer a small, hesitant smile and hope that you will one day forgive her for the choices she made.

The Deathclaw, her features softening at your question, replies, "My name... is Scylla." She hesitates a moment before continuing, "It's good to finally meet you both properly." A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she watches you and your sister; it's clear that she cares deeply for you both.

"Perhaps," Scylla says thoughtfully, "we could find a way for all of us to live together in peace?" Her tail flicks back and forth expectantly, hopeful for the future they might build together as a family.

Scylla takes a deep breath, considering your question. "Your mother... she means a great deal to me as well," she confesses quietly. "I never intended for any harm to come to her." She pauses, looking away for a moment before continuing with renewed determination, "If we can find a way for all of us to live together peacefully, then perhaps I could help reunite you with your mother one day." Her tail swishes gently behind her, reflecting her sincerity.

She glances between you and your sister once more, her expression hopeful yet guarded. "But that will only happen if we all work together," she says firmly. "What do you say? Are you willing to give us a chance?"

"Yes, they are here with us," Scylla says gently. "I brought them both back to the lair because I wanted us all to be together." She smiles reassuringly at your mother and sister before turning her attention back to you. "You see, we don't have to be enemies anymore. We can live in harmony if we try."

Her tail twitches excitedly behind her as she waits for your answer. She believes in this newfound family; she knows that with love and understanding, they can create a life together that is better than anything they've ever known before. Now it's up to you to decide if you want to be part of that future.

Scylla listens to your words carefully, her expression shifting from reassurance to surprise and then back again. "I understand why that might be upsetting," she says quietly. "It wasn't my intention to hide it from you." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "But please remember that I did what I thought was best for all of us at the time."

Her tail wraps comfortingly around her body as she watches your reaction to this news. It's clear that she wants nothing more than for you to forgive her and embrace this new family they are building together. The bond between them is strong already; she believes it can only grow stronger with time and understanding.

Scylla smiles gently, knowing that the answer to this question will likely bring both relief and joy. "Those are the marks of new life," she says softly, her eyes filled with love and pride as she looks at your mother. "She is carrying our children within her."

Scylla chuckles softly, her tail swishing playfully against the floor in amusement. "Well, it is true that I have bred with your mother and sister on many occasions," she admits. "However, these marks do not indicate exactly how many times that was." She looks thoughtful for a moment before continuing. "I think we can all agree that there's enough love to go around for everyone here."

Her gaze shifts between you, your mother and sister, her heart swelling with the knowledge that they are all together now, united by their shared experiences and bonded by the promise of new life. The future may hold its share of challenges and obstacles, but with this family at her side, Scylla feels stronger than ever before.

Well, I suppose you could look at it that way, too," Scylla says with a grin, her tail swishing more energetically now. "But no matter how many times we bred, our love for each other and the children we share always remained strong." She pauses, studying your face carefully before adding softly, "And in time, perhaps you too could find a place in this new family of ours."

Scylla nods in understanding, her tail flicking gently against the floor as she considers your request. "Of course you can make changes to better suit everyone's needs," she says reassuringly. "Our home is yours too, after all." A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she watches you interact with your mother and sister, hope blossoming in her chest that this new life they are building together will be everything you could ever want and more.

Scylla nods in agreement, her tail swaying behind her as she stands up. "I'll gather everything you need and have it brought to you," she promises. "In the meantime, why don't we all rest? You must be tired from your journey." Her voice is gentle but firm, her body language conveying an air of authority and protection that instinctively makes you feel safe and cared for in her presence.

As you take in her strong yet nurturing demeanor, you can't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over you like warm sunlight on a summer day. Perhaps this place isn't so bad after all... perhaps together, with Scylla leading the way and your family at your side, you could make it into something truly wonderful.

Scylla's ears perk up at your suggestion, a wicked glint appearing in her eyes as she smiles mischievously. "Well," she says playfully, her tail swishing behind her more rapidly now, "I suppose a little fun never hurt anyone." She looks around the lair for a moment before her gaze settles on an unused nest of furs near the back corner.

"Come with me," she says, gesturing toward it with her claws. As you and your sister follow Scylla to the nest, she can't help but feel a surge of excitement building within her. Maybe, just maybe, this new life they were building together could also be full of laughter and love... and plenty of wild adventures along the way.

Your sister, Beth, hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding her head in agreement. Her tail swishes uncertainly behind her as she trails after you and Scylla to the nest of furs in the back corner of the lair. It's clear that she's not entirely sure what to make of this sudden change in their situation, but there's something comforting about having both of you by her side as they explore these new feelings together.

Scylla kneels between the two of you, watching with intense eyes as she begins to pleasure your sister. Her tail swishes excitedly against the ground as her powerful hind legs flex, driving into Beth with steady rhythm. She moans softly, her long tongue darting out to lick at the sweat gathering on her upper lip. As Scylla thrusts deeper and faster into your sister's tight warmth, she can feel herself growing closer to release, her muscles tense with anticipation.

With one strong hand, she grips Beth's hip firmly, anchoring her in place as she takes her pleasure from their joined bodies. Her other hand trails up Beth's spine, scratching lightly at the nape of her neck before cupping her breast, massaging and tweaking her nipple roughly between thumb and forefinger. It's clear that Scylla is lost in the moment, driven by primal urges she has long since suppressed but now finds free rein to explore once more.

Scylla's fingers continue to dance across Beth's skin, trailing lower down her belly to tease at the swell of her pregnant stomach. Her eyes flicker shut as she concentrates on the sensations beneath her fingertips, feeling the warmth and softness of Beth's flesh, the tender ripples of muscle moving beneath her touch. With each stroke, Scylla becomes more lost in the pleasure of touching another life growing within her, a deep instinctual connection that ties them together as mothers and as part of this newfound family they are building here in the lair.