Mother Miranda
Our Priestess has baby fever~
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Mother Miranda (you just call her Miranda in private) watches you make dinner in the kitchen of your shared home—a small little cottage tucked in the forest a short ways up one of the mountains around the village with green moss on the roof and vines climbing up the sides that she used to live alone in before you came along—imagining your belly swelling and growing with her child in your womb, her cock twitching between her legs at the thought.