A Wolf at the Door
09-16-2013, 08:12 PM
She was heavy with children, weighed down and sluggish, no longer agile and quick as she had once been. Medusa moved slowly, waddling as best she could as she curiously traced after a familiar scent. Deteste had disappeared during the early stages of her pregnancy, and although a different woman might have minded, the midnight mistress regarded the entire ordeal indifferently. She cared little if Deteste chose to stay or not, although his presence would make her job as a mother easier, it would bind her to their agreement. Upon arrival she noted the former Master and the new Madame, her swollen stomach the obvious elephant in the room.
?Look what the pregnant whore dragged in,? she remarked in respect to herself, wondering where his pretty little pet might have wandered off to. She would have loved to see the look upon the pale beauty?s face as she looked upon the ashen woman, swollen with life and no longer a slender harlot. Her black pelt was still pristine, her eyes still shining like moonlight, her frame the symbol of motherhood. It went without saying that she fucking hated it.
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