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It's early in the morning a couple of days later and Gerty is making that adorably embarrassed face after another long night of lovemaking. You don't think you're ever gonna get tired of seeing her flustered, but it was still something you liked to see on occasion.
This was a good way to relax after testing out prototypes for a new clank design. Herta hasn't been often available, being busy with fixing the stone structure—the way she talked about the designs and magical potential of the architecture was very cute. It helped that somehow you're able to understand everything she said—this left Gerty as a great help in relieving your stress.
Your mind wandered to how efficient things were lately. Ruby could be thanked for that: her optimizations, though convoluted, were efficient. She was (surprisingly) working hard to set up systems that made sure everyone knew where everything they needed would be with minimal confusion. You made a mental note to reward your Mastermind by privately roleplaying with her.
While you thought of these things, the two of you remained silent for some time.
"Is something the matter, Master?" Your (currently) second ranked wife asked with concern.
You sigh. "Nothing a simple minded woman like you would care about." You pinch the crowns of her chest, she makes some cute noises. Then you wrap an arm of yours around her neck in a chokehold. She's gets warm and trembles happily.
At this rate teasing her will be a pastime of yours. Stopping yourself from going further for now you decide to talk with her.
"How has your healing ability gone so far, sow?" You say while bearing a shit-eating smile, even though you already knew the answer to that question. This is as relaxing to her as it is to you, maybe even more so for her, since she's been working her butt off every day since returning here to get even the slightest edge on her healing. She'd exhausted her mana pool at least twice a day.
"I-I've been doing well!" She says a little too distractedly. "It's-<span class="mu-i">umf</span>-tough for me to use heal m-magic since I haven't trained it. Reminds me of w-when I practicing fighting as a squire in Riverdale. But there's, <span class="mu-i">hah</span>, tons of progress! Though my healing will never be amazing," To you, who lived without magic most of his life, it was. "I'll keep practicing and get better as long as you want me toooo-" You boss around her body, rewarding all the hard work she's done. "<span class="mu-i">Ooooh</span>~" She jolts. "M-Master!" And then winds down. "Ah... Thank you. That felt excellent."
"Gerty," An idea pops into your head. "A hopeless pig like you should know her place. I order you to squeal."
"Squeal???" Your wive repeats, confused.
"Use that moronic head of yours: What does a sow in heat say?"
"O-oink?" She blushes a deep shade of red.
Seeing her become flustered again while squealing like a pig...
You paint her insides for the second time this morning as you give in to your urges. You'd make sure she'd mother your children.
