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(Roxanne's Imp was pretty funny, though I unfortunately do not remember her bruiser familiar all that well.)

"Hmm...I don't know..." He says as he walks his fingers back up her belly, and runs his finger in soft circles at her center. Eric was beginning to see why they did this now. Sure it was undignified for her, but being pregnant. THAT pregnant, must have been as well too. "And if I helped you disobey your master's orders through loopholes? I don't expect you to know how to say thank you either." He knew what she was, having fantasies done by her was a bad idea. But he wanted to know what she was willing to do or put up with to get him to do this request for Vor'dra

He looks to where she was looking, back to her master. He explained what a loophole was to Vor'dra, and how she was asking him for the hands she could not use to rub her own belly. "I want to know about the one you're trying to hide your desires from right now." Eric ran his fingers across her belly, but not his entire hand. Like this, he had Vor'dra for himself and in his control as she was awaiting him to stop torturing her by waiting like this. The lancer would have her long for his touch just a bit longer. "I want to know more about your master, the things she won't tell me about herself. You agree to that, and I'll do more than touch like you tried tempting me to do." If he really had her attention and desires, he would know now. Imagine that, the tempted tempting the temptress.

(hey sorry about poofing. I changed jobs so I'm a bit busier now. That and I've been muling over leaving or not. Honestly I feel like I'm not needed here anymore. I hate to just drop everything on people like this )

(sorry to do this but I'm a little lost in the story, could I get a recap please? I guess everyone moved to a desert place?)

The battle seemed to be over and while everyone was googling over the swollen bellies of the ladies, tending to their wounds, or resting, Max was gathering wood for a campfire. This was an odd group of people, but they didn't seem too terrible.

Using a little bit of his magic flames erupted from the campfire. Pulling a cook pot, he used his magic to increase it's size. It was alright to use bits of magic in spurts, it didn't hurt him as much. Snapping a finger a small rain cloud appeared over the pot and filled it with water to a certain point.

While everyone flirted and googled he focused on cooking. It seemed that the people in this group had various roles but traveling with large pregnant woman must have been taxing on the wallet. "So you are going to travel with them?" asked Scrillo as the dragon scarf watched him use his magic to enlarge meats and vegetables.

"Not sure, maybe for a little bit. At least until the wind calls me to another place. Kind of an odd group, women walking around looking as if they all had swallowed a dragon whole. You don't have a problem with that do you Scrillo?" he asked Scrillo quietly as he began to cut up the meat and vegetables. Adding spices he began to stir a large pot of stew.

Eventually the smell would probably draw people, and he intended to make it hearty and thick. One rule he had been taught while traveling was to always keep yourself well fed. Plopping a large monster bone into the pot he smiled. It would give everything a nice flavor, plus give the large cerberus something to eat later. If it ate at all that was.

"No I do not, I am just rather concerned on what the human females are carrying in their wombs. What if they all die in the end birthing monsters? Something doesn't seem right about the pregnancy all around us. " she spoke with a slight frown of concern.

"So you could feel it too, unafiliated magic? Yet it's a little overwhelming. Whatever is causing their pregnancies it's magic based. They said statues did it to them, or were they idols? Any worse case scenerio would mean to be pregnant forever too big to move, that would just be too odd to see honestly. The Lancer must have his hands full, he'll wind up without a soul if he entices the pregnant succubus too much." he mused glancing back to notice the Lancer rubbing the demon's belly.

Kind of odd, a demon said to steal souls carrying souls of her own. Max figured this group saw things normal people didn't, that also attracted him. They had a skeleton driver, a large enchanted coach. If they were trying so hard not to draw attention they were failing at it. Taking a sip he shook a bit more spice into the stew.

It bubbled quietly as he stirred it, kind of silly to have a meal near graves but the Monster Hunter wondered when their last meal was. The girls were carrying some sort of life in them, might as well nourish everyone right?

He could hear her coming, the sound of her protruding stomach rumbling. Glancing over Max smiled at her kindly. "Yes, all I need is a little rest, sorry for falling over like that. Though that was your battle I hardly did much." he spoke stirring the large pot. Pulling out the spoon he took a small sip and thought a moment.

"Here take a sip and let me know what you think Mina." he spoke kindly smiling. "It's about done I'm just not sure if I should add a bit more spice or not. I don't know when you and your companions last ate but you just leave the food to me. It's important to keep yourself well fed...especially in your condition." glancing at her belly he blushed shyly.

"It must be hard, since most of the women here use magic as their professions. I don't know much detail, but that has to be frightening and frustrating."

Scrillo remained silent, watching the pot so it wouldn't burn. He stared at the cute little pregnant candle witch. Max was pleased to have company, normally he was a loner. Someone who just traveled without a care. He entered and left towns not caring about people or faces. Occasionally it was nice to slow down.

Max blushed a little at the short candle witch's grin. Unlike the other girls her belly was bigger because of her height, it was amazing how her clothes didn't rip. "S-Sure that's fine. The food is done anyway. I'll get the bowls." he replied grabbing his bag and pulling some bowls out from it. As well as a few spoons.

Pouring her a bowl, which was one of the larger ones, he sat down with Mina by the campfire. "How long have you been pregnant like this? O-Oh careful the stew is hot. It should fill you and your little ones up though. I made it hearty enough." he beamed hoping she would like the food. There were bowls for the rest of the group and he would serve them whenever they were done.

Alone with Mina he glanced away, why did she make him feel so shy? Max was usually comfortable around everyone.

The lancer in question was the one in control right now. Though, he didn't know for how long. This was only working because Vor'dra genuinely wanted something from him, his help in doing something she would be doing right now should she be given the opportunity. Eric rubbed her belly in circles and began asking her his questions. Her bare skin felt as smooth and tight as a drum's. "How long have you been tied to her, whats your story? What are her weaknesses, what does she think about everyone? Does she plan to betray us?" He asks in rapid fire, he didn't want to forget anything. "And I guess, how much are you enjoying yourself right now?"