Agatha's face turned bright as a day with no clouds, her large and swollen lips opening with a sigh, a breathless and motherly smile on her face. Her hand, full of her belly, the baby she was having moving inside her, a little, persistent thump-thump against her palm.
"R-really?!" she said, voice trembling with hope, her big, doe-like eyes looking mine for confirmation. "Is my baby... is my little one happy inside me?"
I made a slow, wolfy smile, that is the one a wolf gives a lamb just before it sinks its teeth in. "Very happy," I said. Then, my eye went down, staying on the still shining and swollen opening between her legs, her vagina lips puffy and wanting to be taken care of.
"But…" I trailed off, my fingers already itching to ruin her. "We do need to loosen you up a bit more. For the delivery."
Agatha blinked, her cheeks flushing pink, her voice so innocently confused it made my cock twitch. "H-how…?"
I didn't waste words.
I acted.