Juhi sat. She couldn't help it. Her legs were shaking. Vess sat beside her. The chair was rough. The table was uneven.
Raven served them.
He placed bowls in front of them. Bread. A mug of water. He moved like a husband. Like a father. The apron hung from his hips. Under it, his cock was visible. Thick. Heavy. Even soft, it was a long bulge against the fabric. Juhi stared at it. She remembered the carriage. The way he had pulled her onto his lap. The way he had torn her breeches.
Vess looked at the pregnant woman.
"So," Vess said. Her voice was polite. Forced. "What is the... the age of the little champ?"
She gestured toward the belly.
The woman trembled.
"Oh," she said. Her voice was soft. Distant. "It's..."
"Nah," the boy interrupted. He was chewing bread. Crumbs fell from his mouth. "It's just fat. There's no baby there. Mother drank too much piss from that uncle. Hehe. Her belly got bloated."
