Fauna's eyes widened slowly as the realization settled over her like a warm blanket.
It made perfect sense.
Anya could manipulate any body she touched. She could reshape organs, alter compositions, create new functions if she willed it.
Producing breast milk in Fauna's breasts without pregnancy wouldn't even be a challenge for her.
No hormones. No risky medications.
Just a wave of Anya's hand, a focused intent, and Fauna's body would obey.
Milk would flow—abundant, steady, perfect for the volume Mika needed.
She blinked, almost laughing at herself.
"Why didn't I think of this before?" She murmured under her breath.
But the laughter died in her throat as the full implication hit.
If Anya was involved...that meant Anya would have to know.
Everything.
What she and Mika had been doing for hours—the endless sucking, the deep kisses, the way she'd swallowed his release again and again, the way she'd moaned into his mouth while he drank her dry...all of it would be laid bare.
