Rather Use The Spell On Marigold.

“It's a new spell so I rather try it on an adult that way I know it wouldn't hurt the baby.” I replied shaking my head.

“Fair enough. You can try it on me if it does not make you to uncomfortable and then the baby once we both know it is safe.” Marigold nodded. I couldn't believe she was actually agreeing to this. I gave my aunt a look but she simply shrugged and turned her attention back to the baby.

“Do you want to go somewhere like the pantry. I don't want one of my brothers walking in.” I said trying to not sound to excited or nervous as I was a bit of both.

“Okay.” Marigold said as she stood up and followed me into the pantry and closed the door behind us then turned around toward me and pulled down the side of her dress revealing her two lovely full breasts with pussy pink aroleas and long hard nipples.“You sure you know how to do this?”

“No. I have read it once. I do not know if I can even do this.” I frowned and fidgetied with my fingers not sure where to begin. “Where do you feel the most pain.” I held up my hand.

“My nipples.” Marigold shrugged.

“Of course you do.” I frowned.

“Go on. Don't be shy. You have seen them before. This one is the most sore as Little Sam prefers the right one.” Marigold guided my hand to her breasts. Her nipple d against the palm of my hand. She sure wasn't shy but after breastfeeding for over six months now in front of others I was sure any modesty she had about her breasts were long gone. “Just don't tell big Sam I did this.”

“I do not have a **** wish.” I frowned. Not that Sam was the violent type but I still rather him not know about this. I slid my hand down and torched three fingers to her aerola with my middle finger on the nipple itself. “Levare.” I said and my finger tips glowed as the power flowed outward. Marigold shuddered and bit her as she gasped causing her breasts to thrust into my hand.

“Are you okay. It doesn't hurt does it?” I asked.

“Quit the opposite. Its like a tingling warmth radiating from your hand into my breast.” She smiled warmly.

“I am going to move my hand around now.” I looked down and moved my hand slowly in circles around her nipples as a moved from top to bottom and back up again resisting the urge to play with her breasts though I was enjoying seeing her nipple moving about under my touch. “Let me know if this gets uncomfortable for you.”

“I was about to say the same. I don't mind in the least you can press a little deeper if you think it will help.” She replied as she chewed her lip.

“Okay.” I shrugged and pressed into the soft tissue of her breasts as I ran my fingers around her nipple. She sucked in air deeply then let out a soft deep long sigh of relief. I moved out ward tracing around her areolas in sort of a spiral enjoying the feel of it without trying to play with it.

“Better?” I asked moving my hand away.

“Much. Feels lighter then the other actually now.” She said as she grasped her breast and felt both as if comparing them.

“I take it that means I have to do the other now?” I said trying to hide my enthusiasm.

“You can't start something and not finish what you start cutie.” Marigold gave a wink.

“Guess I better learn to cast with both hands in the future.” I joked and touched her other breasts. “Levare”

“Better. I am sure this will not be the last time I come to see you. Once little bit starts teeth really come in I will have to wean him off and I am not looking forward to that to say the least for my own sake.” She frowned.

“If you need me you know where to find me.” I sighed and focused on her breasts feeling a little more comfortable with fondling it now. I was a little sad when I was done but I shook off a little dizziness that told me I should probably stop. The book said to not to over do the spell.

“Thank you sweet heart.” Marigold put her breasts away.

“Glad I could help.” I smiled.

“If you want more practice we have some milk cows on the farmstead.” Marigold teased.

“Pass. I draw the line at livestock.” I shook my head.

“Suit yourself.” Marigold moved toward the door but looked back. “You coming?”

“I am going to look around the pantry while I am doing inventory.” I said picking up the book. Truthfully I had a bit of an erection and didn't want anyone else to see.

“Okay. Thanks again.” Marigold said as she left out the door.

“Fuck.” I said as I reached down and gave my dick a rub as I leaned back against one of the shelves. I couldn't believe my luck today. Maybe I had died and this was the afterlife. Not entirely what I expected but I would take it.

“So how was it Marigold.” I heard my cousin say on the other side of the door. Of course she somehow knew now. As far as I knew she was listening in on us.

“Magical.” Marigold responded. “I feel like they are each a stone lighter.” She said and the girls began to gossip. I looked around for any **** that had gotten stuck in the pantry but found none. I went back out to find my Aunt was gone and my cousin shaking out one of the deer skin mattresses just outside the door to get any dust and dirt out of it as they talked. Marigold looked over at me. “Hey. Care to try little bit now?”

“Sure.” I shrugged thinking I could spare a little bit of magic for the baby.

“Don't bite me little Sam.” I said as I came over and touched the toddlers lips and slowly slid my finger in feeling his gums where his front two bottom teeth were coming in. “I can feel the teeth coming up.” I said as he ought me a little from touching his gums.

“So can I. It will be time to wean him off soon once he starts biting.” Marigold responded. After a few seconds he began to seem to stop fighting me. “Hey he is suckling.” She smiled and that was my cue that his pain was gone since he couldn't tell me. “Thank you dear.

“Of course.” I nodded

“Are you hungry baby?” Marigold said as she pulled her dress down and showed her breasts as she began to feed the little one as she stepped back from the doorway. The baby latched on sucking hungrily at his moms teat as his discomfort was clearly gone.

“I would say so.” I smiled.

I left them and went out back and found Gareth had finished the stalls and was chopping firewood while Gabrielle was hanging up a wet deerskin to dry nearby. Gareth seemed to mostly be looking for excuses to not go inside and see Marigold which would be awkward if he went in right this second. While they were friendly to each other Gareth generally avoided the awkwardness of things between them.

“Hey come to help?” He smiled and cleaved a log in two.

“No. I was doing the count on **** and came to ask you something on the numbers. Do you still have the old book from last year or know where it is?” I said picking up a half a log and tossing it onto the cut pile.

“Ash by now. He shrugged and wiped his brow before leaning over and grabbing the other half. That meant it was long gone and had been used to start a fires at some point in the stove or fire place which I was afraid of. “Why?”

“I was hoping to compare last year with this one so I know what we sold last year and what we need to order if business is the same.” I shrugged. There was no way of knowing what we would actually sell but it was a starting point.

“Sorry. Good idea but it was taking up space under the bar and made good fire starter.” Gareth shrugged setting up a new log. “Lesson learned I suppose.”

“Well I know uncle will have it written down somewhere. He keeps records of everything. I can just go to his place and see what we bought last year but order the same as last month for now.” I shrugged. Maybe more of anything we sold more or then we ordered.

“Good of idea as any. If you want to do it go for it. You can go heavy on the ale since its cheap and tell that we have a woodshed full of empty barrels I am about to turn into firewood if he dosn't come get them.” He smiled and chopped another piece of wood. The woodshed had become the catch all place now that winter was over and it was no longer filled with firewood.

“I will let him know.” I nodded then looked over at the wagon full of horse manure. “Do you got a buyer for the literal shit load of manure over there?” I knew with planting season begging farmers would need it for their fields.

“Sam already paid me for it and wanted my next load as well for the farmstead. He offered some hay in addition of the coin for me to hold it for him.” Gareth gave a grin and chopped another piece of firewood clean in two. I was sure Marigold had something to do with that as she had been trying for awhile now to get Sam and Gareth to at least be sociable even if they never be friends. I went inside and looked at our last order in the book and figured out what we needed by what we had sold. Besides a shit load of ale. I could order all the Ale my uncle had and it wouldn't be enough ultimately. Sooner or later it all got drunk.

After I finished I went to hang up the notices in places around town like the general store, the tailors shop, even the butchers. Places I knew women would visit smiling at the little mug of ale I drew on each to catch the eye. As I hung one up in the tailor's Gwen came out from the back.

“Hey. What do you got there?” Gwenith Tailor said as she d over with a smile on her face. Gwen was a lovely girl with long curly brunette hair, well not a girl anymore as she had blossomed into a lovely young lady from the shy quiet girl I knew her as growing up.

“The tavern is hiring. Interested?” I asked hoping she would say yes. It be nice to have someone my age there.

“By the divines yes. I am so sick of washing laundry and mending clothes for the sawmill workers.” Gwen nodded in response. I knew her family did other things for money then just make clothes such as repair, cleaning, alterations, and an assortment of other jobs to make ends meat such as laundry services and I was sure Gwen being the youngest got stuck with a lot of the not so fun stuff. I had never seen her working the loom or the sewing wheel behind the counter like her sisters. Only sewing on patches and fixing buttons. I was sure she got stuck washing the sawmills laundry a lot. Even during the winter when they were still working to provide firewood for everyone else.

“So I take it you do not want the maids position then?” I joked.

“I wouldn't mind so much if that wasn't all I do. I have wash so many clothes a palm reader would say I have no future as I have washed it away with.” Gwen held up her hands that truthfully looked like she had hardly worked a day in her life but I suppose that was the one advantage of being a washer woman.

“Well we need serving wenches the most which pays the best as you can also make tips but we have cooks and maid positions available as well.” I shrugged. Even if she could just work nights it be a big help to us.

“That might work. Sadly I am not much of a cook. You can probably cook better then I do.” Gwen gave a playful smirk.

“My aunt can teach you a little if you like. Talk it over with your mom and tell her you want to learn some new skills to be a better wife or some other nonsense if she gives you a hard time.” I shrugged.

Gwen giggled mischievous as she touched my arm “I like that. It just might work so I will have to try that. Thank you.”

“What are you two talking about?” A voice said and I looked up to see he mother Ms. Tailor come in behind the counter carrying the bundle of wool I had seen the gnome girl coming to sell earlier. She walked over and dropped it in front of the spinning wheel to be turned into thread.