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So how does it work?

Zekiel glanced to the woman before him with a blink. It wasn’t the sort of question he anticipated. To begin with, she had seemed only to want it for the sake of appeasing her fellows — which still was apparently a goal to an extent — but beyond that, he had gathered from the gist of their prior conversation that Wensley knew very well how fertility worked. And Zekiel-

Well, admittedly he actually was not so certain as he likely could have been on the specifics, which seemed to make it all the odder of a question to direct at him.

But perhaps she meant the gods’ will in general as it pertained to the instrument now in her fingers?

That was his area of ‘expertise’ and such an inquiry was surely reasonable. Unfortunately, at least insofar as it came down to precise technicalities, that was still a subject he wasn’t sure he understood in enough specific detail to give a full explanation on, at least with the given charm. As he considered, though — I don’t really need kids right now… — perhaps she only meant the question so as to avoid having it ‘work’ until such time as children suited her. And with that thought in mind, for all that he respected the will and power of the gods—he chose to smile and lead them some ways away from Madira’s earshot, listening as her door clicked shut again behind them before turning his focus to Wensley.

“It acts as a beacon for the goddess’ favor and a deterrent against infringing spirits or the darker energies of curses which might be working upon a body and impeding a woman from successfully pleading the gods for children. Keeping it on your person should suffice to benefit from its effects, though…” Now successfully out of hearing range from anyone but her, Zekiel offered up the thought on a light note: “Even if you managed to misplace it after soothing your comrades and kept it far from you, I imagine there is great possibility given the circumstances you have described to me that the goddess still favors you as much as she ever has, and any ritual with a suitable man could produce children as readily as you have ever been able. If your life is not positioned such that you wish to entreat for them…”

It was still something of a baffling concept to Ze, who found it difficult to see why children would not always be considered the greatest blessing—but he had come to understand at least that such was the case for some. Not ‘ready’ yet. Though he remained convinced that every child which did come into the world was intended, regardless of their parents’ mental ‘readiness,’ it seemed fitting to give at least a gentle warning.

“I would exercise all due caution in only asking the gods for things you are prepared to receive.”

“No need to apologize,” Zekiel began. “It’s quite…”

But then, she was off, elaborating further on the details of her intimate pursuits, and if Zekiel was staring, it surely wasn’t his fault. She really was a lovely woman, in a more solid way than many were, as if the gods had built her strong for some enduring task ahead. And her words seemed to come tumbling forth half of their own accord, almost before she was ready for them—in a way he felt he was at least somewhat familiar with himself.

Sometimes, the mouth had a will of its own.

…so long as you pull out before climax…

Zekiel hadn’t had a great many opportunities to blush in his life, and while he was familiar with the experience, it wasn’t something he felt often, and certainly not usually during the course of work exchanges. The creeping heat surprised him, but wasn’t unpleasant, he decided, and thus felt an amused smile tugging at his lips a moment later.

“ …alright,” he finished. “It’s quite alright, and…” Realizing that at some point his gaze had fallen to the vicinity of her mouth, he snapped it upwards. “Is that how it works? I’m afraid I haven’t had much experience myself, but it sounds as though you have the process well refined to suit your goals. If you are satisfied that you have gotten everything from the Sanctum that you came for…I can escort you back whenever you are ready.”