Examine her

Rising from your seated position and letting your furs trail to the ground as you approach her, running through any possible armaments within reach as you squat down between her and the fire resting your right hand on a short-shortsword you like to think, rather than a dagger.

Her being is unchanged, she seems oblivious to the unintended but unrestrained noised and creaks created venturing 6ft across this weary rundown cabin. You'l get plenty of notice if she wakes and tries to flee while you sleep. That and the absence of her light unobjectionable snore.

At this distance, the faint smell of her oily wet hair mixed with the rarely acquired musk of wet fur isnt all too pleasant. The same could be said about you though which raises a corner of your mouth in a smile.

Her breathing is irregular, short and shallow or long then cut short suddenly almost at a pant as if running out of breath.

Her round, still flushed face is on the exotic side of your tastes but undeniably attractive, hardly fitting of the name Brietta.

You wonder what will be done with her when she gets to your buyer, if you can get her there you interrupt. Moving back to your initial intent you wipe your forehand against her sweat and rain moistened brow. Too hot.

Loosening the furs around her chest she slowly arches her shoulders and tilts her head back welcoming the cooler circulation of air.

The quick rise and fall of her well formed, smaller side of a handful breasts steals your eye while you part the last covering of her furs and complete her nakedness.

Her legs are thin and lightly toned, laying on her side like this with her legs tucked in, her right thigh rests on the underside of her alarmingly large pregnancy.

Accentuating the size of her oddly shaped stomach, her lightly stretched skin looks tight against its occupant giving a noticeable lumpy outline all along her left side where her belly comes into contact with the floor. Bulging out low, adjusting to gravity leaving the top of the right side of her belly flat.

The length of her babe shouldn't be visible, right? It runs the full length of her left side jutting out painfully at her ribs and then curls around at the base of her pelvis to bridge the full width of her hips sticking out and inch or two beyond the top of the right side of her fertile middle into a permanent rounded kick.

Reaching out with your left hand you lightly rest your hand against flatter part of her right side at the top of her abdomen, her skin is ever so soft and smooth. A noticeably off centre feint line slightly darker than the rest of her skin tone runs from her flattened navel, two thirds up her slope. Stroking her wall of uterus curiously with your thumb you add a little pressure with your four fingers and lightly depress her belly no more than half a centimeter without and solid resistance before retrieving your hand.

If you had to judge, its head is at one of the two ends, neither of which is close to her opening. What more information do you hope to gain?

The next rise and fall of her belly triggers a large movement and shift in position, something sticks out of her right side with **** and she holds her breathe. The rest of its mass wiggles lower against the floor, over a second or two in a few fascinating jolts. Leaving her shape less lumpy at hew lower abdomen but more domed below her diaphragm cutting her breath even shorter.

Unused to such a spectacle you drape some fur over her middle and drop back from a squat onto your arse unceremoniously.