Her thought was that maybe a home would have a family in it and less likely to be a male or group of males that could take advantage of her weak state both mentally and physically. She made her way with assurance of a mouse. She lacked the confidence that once gave her strength. Only the memories of quietly making her way through the woods as a child gave her any reassurance that she could do this.
The pain of her dainty feet swollen and sore from a task that they never witnessed in their short existence pressed on her mind. Binding them in cloth and putting them up for rest the only issue of the day. A hot bath soaking her body as she washed the grime and sweat from her current toil. Funny how simple her joys could be now. Once wealth and the possession of it were her true loves. Now the thought a family and domestic bliss began to intrude. Putting her feet around the waist of her husband as drove his seed into her. She instinctively put her hand to flat stomach imagining it swell as she tended the stove for her love. Karas desired to provide a hearty meal for this imaginary spouse so he would have the strength to make to her in the evenings by the hearth while their children slept.
Her nipples hardened as the day dream continued. Her soft delicate teased her teats fantasizing a baby at each with her swollen stomach beneath. A brood of children, her's to care for. Finally, Karas shook himself from the fugue he had dwelled in. She would sire children not deliver them from her womb. Though shaken by the delusion Karas, she couldn't help noticing the dampness it produced in her nether regions. The sooner rid of this curse the happier she would be. She looked around and realized...
