At the Infirmary with Aurelia before winter break.

Ms. Sterling gives Miss Wormwood a cross look. "Tell me something I don't know," she says. Aurelia reclines in a chair in the Infirmary, her robe drawn up above her waist.

"Your mood will improve in the second trimester," the Nurse says evenly, holding her palm on Aurelia's bare belly. Aurelia's skin is pale, but Miss Wormwood's is paler yet, where Aurelia's is pale pink. The green snakes growing from Miss Wormwood's head all bow together and flicker their tongues at the Mistress of Enchantments.

Aurelia rolls her sapphire eyes upward. Her blonde hair is pulled up into a knot on the back of her head.

"Very well, Ms. Sterling," Miss Wormwood says. She slides her hand down and cups it over Aurelia's sex. "The simplest of mood elevators is at hand." She presses and parts her fingers, opening Aurelia's lips, and places a cool thumb upon Aurelia's pearl. "May I?"

"N-not in front of Eric," Aurelia says.

"Does he already know how to soothe you?" Miss Wormwood asks. "You won't always have time to receive his member, or even his tongue."

"I-I have a charm," Aurelia says, fishing a pendant out of her robe. It's an intricate gold charm with a pearl nestled between two spread petals.

"Have you tried it lately?" Miss Wormwood asks.

Aurelia rubs her fingertip over the pearl. Her face goes pale, then almost green. "Uh, uh, ugh!" she says, gagging.

You feel your own belly churn, and a cold sweat breaks out on your forehead.

Aurelia drops the pendant. You immediately feel better. She closes her eyes and breathes slowly until her color comes back.

Miss Wormwood nods. "Your first pregnancy, eh." she says.

"Yes," Aurelia says. "Yes, I told you."

"You may be able to enjoy your charm later," Miss Wormwood says. "Most magically sensitive witches...and the odd expectant father," she adds, glancing at you, "react poorly to aphrodisiacal magics in early pregnancy, though a lesser number are greatly energized."

Aurelia curls her lip. "Mistress Beeblossom, I expect?" she asks. "She and her 'magical retreats'?"

Miss Wormwood inclines her head. "It would be indiscreet of me to offer any comment," she says. Her snakes look up and around in all directions, everywhere but at Aurelia. "May I instruct, ah, your consort?"

Aurelia's cheeks color. "He's not...aaagh," she says. "All right. All right." She nods. "Eric, let Nurse show you how to touch me. If...in case we're in a hurry."

Miss Wormwood says, "It would seem sensible preparation, given where you are planning to travel with Mr. Mothwing-Marshall during term break."

Aurelia's ears pinken to match her cheeks. She looks at you and beckons you forward.

Miss Wormwood grasps your hand in her cold, steel-wire grip. "Wait," she says. "Your fingertips."

The Nurse holds forth a little pot of salve. She dabbles your fingertips in the cream. A delicate rose scent rises to your nostrils. In the last several weeks, Ms. Sterling has been as eager for your member ...your cock... as since the beginning of your unusual connection, but her natural moisture has been wanting at the beginning. Not that it's been a problem since your mutual habit is for you to kiss and lick her lovely womanhood first, and after that your cock is fairly drooling clear slippery fluid. But if Aurelia's desire is insistent, and you're in a hurry... yes, sensible preparation.

Under Miss Wormwood's direction, you masturbate Ms. Sterling with your fingers in her sex. Miss Wormwood whispers in your ear -- what to notice, what to change, when to stay right there. There.

Aurelia's beautiful face becomes radiant as she reaches climax at your hand. You feel happy and proud. Your member is at full stand under your robe.

Miss Wormwood pronounces Aurelia's pregnancy to be healthy and progressing, given the unusual magical circumstances and entangled aura, and deems you fit to soothe Aurelia with your fingers, at need.

As Aurelia lies basking in the afterglow, Miss Wormwood produces a sample bottle of the sort you've seen before.

"Lift your robe, Eric," she directs.

To your embarrassment, the Nurse wanks you off in front of Aurelia. It's even more embarrassing when you see the pleased look on Ms. Sterling's face at the Miss Wormwood pleasuring you for her use, like a mere tool in her hand. But the embarrassment at Ms. Sterling's regard seems just to make your member harder, the head empurpling, the veins swelling up along the shaft.

"You may release the ward now," Miss Wormwood says.

When you touch your cock ring to release the ward, your seed leaps from your cock in a long count of intense spurts. You moan loudly with each spurt and sway on your feet. Miss Wormwood digs her strong fingers into the flesh of your hip to keep your cock in the bottle as you buck with the spasms of your climax. Satisfied, she withdraws the bottle holding a generous sample of your seed for her work.

Your hip hurts. She's probably left finger-shaped bruises.

"My examination is complete," Miss Wormwood says. "You are fit to travel." She nods, her green snakes bowing together. "I must tend to sick call."

Miss Wormwood ghosts out of the room, the hem of her white robe trailing behind.

You and Aurelia look at each other, happily bleary with climax.

"Should we pack?" you ask.

Aurelia smiles lazily. "Soon. Not now. Later," she says.

Ms. Sterling is your FRIEND, perhaps now to help you develop your special talents, and still your HANGER-ON, from your responsibilities of PATERNITY.

You have 1 XP, Ambition -1, Bravery +1, Cunning +2, Diligence +2.

Miss Wormwood the nurse owes you a FAVOR.