The words had barely left her mouth and already Anya's face had gone blank with shock, eyes wide, mouth slightly open like she wasn't sure she'd heard correctly.
Fauna's own face burned crimson.
She couldn't believe she was actually asking her daughter—her sweet, fierce, terrifyingly powerful daughter to make her breasts swell up with milk.
Like it was just a casual favor.
Like "Hey, can you pass the salt?" but instead it was "Hey, can you magically refill my tits so your love can suck them dry?"
And seeing the stunned, almost horrified look on Anya's face, Fauna realized she had to explain or her daughter would think she'd completely lost her mind.
"Listen, Anya—listen!" Fauna blurted, hands waving frantically. "Don't misunderstand this! Just—just listen for a second, okay?"
Anya blinked slowly, still processing.
Fauna fidgeted, cheeks flaming, unable to meet her daughter's eyes for more than a second at a time.
