If you had asked Aqua even a few months ago where she thought her life would be, “gangbanged by demon monkeys for the greater good” probably would not have placed very high on that list.

And yet, here she was.

Unlike her past two encounters, Aqua had stayed with the Powerwilds for a period of a few days, entertaining them and being entertained in turn. She had to make sure she took ample amounts of each one’s seed, of course, to best raise her chances of keeping her word and bearing their offspring.

The day when they finally left, loping through the jungle, Aqua had already felt the pregnancy coming on—the increasingly-familiar heaviness in her belly, the raw sensitivity of her breasts, the ever-so-mild twinge of lethargy which she knew would crest over the coming weeks. As she watched them depart, she couldn’t help but wonder: Can I really trust them to put aside their heart-devouring ways? Will they really be better for this? She had no way of knowing—but she had to trust that it would work.

Electing to stay in the jungle (she didn’t like the idea of delivering a bunch of baby monkeys in the middle of a ruin or a mountaintop) until the delivery was done, Aqua went about making herself at home. Her clothes were easily washed by applications of the water spell, and she was able to use fallen branches and fronds to make a makeshift shelter.

As always during her pregnancies, the Heartless left her alone, and she was left radiating smugness in the knowledge that even when heavy with their young, she exerted power over them.

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As the days passed, she grew dutifully. By the time a week and a half had passed, her belly jutted a fair bit out from under her shirt, and she grew in the habit of stroking and cradling it. The skin was smooth but taut, and she knew it would only grow tighter as the pregnancy progressed.