"First…" My voice sliced through the desperate whimpers of the women like a blade through silk. The air itself seemed to still, every breath held as they waited for my command. "I need to take care of Agatha."
A pause. Let them understand.
"Her situation is… special."
My fingers twitched at my sides, picturing how her pregnant pussy would choke my dick—warm, snug, wet with the secretion of a woman nurturing life. Just thinking about it made my erection throb painfully against my skirt.
"Her cunt has got to be opened up..." I murmured while looking at the females. I observed their legs moving closer to what I said.
"So her child can come out easily at birth." Another pause, slower this time, savoring the way their breath hitched. "And I can do both—breed her and restore my energy at the same time."
Ravina didn't hesitate. "As you wish, Dexter."
She turned to Agatha, her voice firm but trembling with anticipation. "Agatha… go to my hut. The King will live there… from now on."
