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Her gaze fell to the crab’s belly, swollen and pristine white. A delicate fissure revealed a glimpse of the golden treasures held within.

No longer preoccupied with imparting a lesson to the crab, Millie sighed softly.

“What a marvel it is to harbor thousands of little crabs within one womb

In an instant, Millie experienced a sense of déja vu, as if her words had echoed from a previous moment.

Recollection surged as Millie’s thoughts journeyed back to the previous night, when Marcus playfully mentioned her buttocks and the potential to bear many offspring. Strangely, she detected a shared undercurrent in these remarks, a logic that intertwined both instances. As this realization settled, Millie couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at him.

“What occupies your thoughts?” Marcus inquired, a mischievous Lilt in his voice.

“Oh, nothing.” Millie blushed, concealing her embarrassment with a shake of her head.

fell upon Millie’s ankle-a canvas of ivory and tenderness, graced by a conspicuous bloodstain that rendered the injury all the more vivid against

at your disposal? It

returning with an ointment cradled in her hand. Seated gracefully, she poised

her hand, his touch was as gentle as a whisper

to assist you,” Marcus whispered. He squeezed a small amount of the white ointment onto his fingertips. The coolness of the salve touched her skin like a soothing caress. Even his finger’s roughness was barely

age, will you care for me in my moments of injury?” Millie’s voice drifted, entranced by his gentleness. In such moments, she found herself consumed by affection for

and my visage may lose its luster,” she mused, a thread of insecurity weaving through her

My heart is eternally devoted to you, my love, regardless of the passage of years or the changes they bring.” Marcus reassured her, his

“Do you love me?”

the air, and her

don’t