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Her swollen belly heaves with a wet, guttural groan as she stands back up. Scales strain over the monstrous curve of her gut. Round, taut, and visibly pulsing around her "meal"."Mmmnngh…" Yona licks her lips lazily, patting the globe of a belly with both hands. The slosh inside is unmistakable: a certain hero's muffled protests echoing through layers of slick muscle.
"So much better now," she sighs dreamily, "Sidon will never even miss you."
Yona is a total sweetheart, right? But what if instead she's all jealous and eager to make anyone disappear who dares spend time with her husband-to-be.