As they approached the village chief's compound, Orion's mind raced with thoughts and realizations. He couldn't help but reflect on his previous encounters with women and their resulting pregnancies. Surprisingly, all the women he had ejaculated inside had become pregnant, except for Grandma Vivian.
On the other hand, the women he was certain he hadn't ejaculated inside, or at least not fully, were already suspected to be pregnant. It dawned on him that even his pre-ejaculation might have been enough to impregnate them, which was both astonishing and concerning considering its minimal quantity.
However, the current situation presented an opportunity: having all the women together would allow the village's most skilled healer to provide comprehensive treatment and definitively determine who was pregnant and who was not.
…...
"Orion, we have arrived," a familiar voice jolted me out of my trance, and I swivelled my head to find Ayla grasping my shoulder, the one who had called out to me. Casting a glance at the recognizable guards stationed at the entrance, I acknowledged Ayla with a nod, releasing a tired sigh as I followed the others without any obstruction. Stepping inside, we made our way towards the hut where everyone else had gathered. Finally, we reached the room and caught sight of the village chief and the rest of the group.
"You've returned," the village chief greeted me, his eyes meeting mine with a wave of relief in them. He then motioned for Ayla to settle on the mat, indicating that she would be examined after he gave a nod of acknowledgement. With a similar gesture, he turned to Fiona and stated, "You may proceed with your examination as well."
Fiona and Ayla exchanged nods with the village chief and silently positioned themselves beside Aunt Greta, who was currently attending to Ingrid. Glancing to the side, I caught sight of my mother and Grandma Derry, their expressions reflecting concern, as they gently patted the back of Grandma Vivian, attempting to ease her evident sadness as if she had just received the most heart-wrenching news. My gaze then shifted to the village chieftess, who locked eyes with me before wearily shaking her head and releasing an exhausted sigh, as if she could already anticipate the questions swirling in my mind.
Eager to understand what had happened in my absence, I began to form the question, "What happened…" However, before I could utter another word, surprisingly, the village chief interrupted me, leaning closer to my face to prevent me from speaking further. "Not now," he uttered, shaking his head weariedly, mirroring the fatigued expression worn by the village chieftess. He continued, "I advise you to wait until Greta has finished so that we can address everything completely."
Observing the subdued atmosphere in the room, which felt heavier than when I had left, I simply nodded in understanding and decided to exercise patience until all matters were concluded. Whatever it was they had heard or witnessed that had dimmed the room's spirits, it couldn't possibly be worse than anticipated.
With a glimmer of hope, that was the outcome I was praying for.
After a while, I observed Aunt Greta gently removing her hands from Grandma Ingrid's stomach, a smile gracing her face. Her gaze then shifted to the village chief, still wearing that same smile, as if she intended to convey something important. However, the instant her eyes met mine, a sudden shift occurred. She blinked at me, her gaze fixated on me as though captivated, unable to avert her eyes. It was as if she had entered a trance-like state, engrossed in studying me intently.
Just as the silence grew heavy with anticipation, the village chief broke it with a throat-clearing sound, calling out, "Greta." Startled, she swiftly tore her gaze away from mine and redirected her attention towards him.
Clearing her throat, Greta began to speak, "I have thoroughly examined her, and although I can sense certain changes in her body, it is still too early to determine if she is pregnant or not. Given the circumstances, I believe it would be wise to wait a few more days before using my gift on her once again. As none of the changes are distinct enough for me to conclusively confirm their nature." She shook her head, conveying her frustration and helplessness in the current situation.
Meanwhile, as the village chief uttered, "It's okay, you can try with the other woman," a silent agreement resonated within me, aligning with Aunt Greta's assessment. It was indeed too early to determine Grandma Ingrid's pregnancy status, considering I had only just fucked her the previous night. Furthermore, the angry expression on my mother's face and the peculiar glances I received from my sister indicated that news of what transpired between Grandma Ingrid and me had already reached their ears. If that wasn't confirmation enough, the subtle yet penetrating stares from the village chieftess and the intense fiery gaze of Grandma Derry made it abundantly clear.
Nevertheless, I shifted my attention from those thoughts and directed my focus toward Ayla and Fiona's examination results. I knew deep down that I would require further clarification once this entire ordeal concluded.
After a while, Aunt Greta's glowing hands ceased their radiance, and the ethereal bluish light that enveloped Fiona's stomach gradually faded away. The room fell into a hushed silence as all eyes fixed upon Aunt Greta, eagerly anticipating the results of the test she had just conducted. In a matter of seconds, she nodded with a smile gracing her face and announced, "She is pregnant."
A collective sigh of relief reverberated through the room, palpably releasing the pent-up tension that had engulfed us all. My gaze shifted towards Fiona, who appeared even more bewildered than before, until our eyes serendipitously locked. It was as if she wanted to speak, yet she restrained herself, rising from her seat and making her way to the side where the other women were seated, allowing Ayla to take her turn.
After Aunt Greta activated her gift and directed her focus towards Ayla's stomach, a slight furrow formed on her brow. After a brief moment, she deactivated her gift, the same smile adorning her lips as before. The room seemed to hold its breath, anticipation hanging in the air. Without a need for further words, Aunt Greta pronounced, "She is pregnant."
