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"You will probably want to know the consequences of your actions," you start, giving both of them a rather serious look. "It's something that you need to worry about when engaging in such activities, and can have lifelong ramifications. Indeed, from what I have read on the dangers of exploring dungeons, being <span class="mu-i">forced</span> into such long term consequences through what you two have done is one of the more unfortunate fates a female adventurer can receive."
Romulus' fluffy ears perk up in shock, and his jaw slackens. [My Lady, I would <span class="mu-i">never</span> act like a crude incubus! Even in these circumstances, I assure you that I will pull my weight as the father of any pups that Miss Astra might bear from this act.]
"That's very admirable," you start. "But you don't-"
"W-W-W-W-Wait a second!" Astra's ears are a bright red. "I'm three hundred, my last heat ended a year ago. There's no way I'm pregnant! Unless... don't tell me that incubi can force you into a period of ovulation... oh no, then I'm done for... We're not like humans, pretty much anything can knock an ovulating elf up..."
You blink. Knowing the mating practices of elves and their <span class="mu-i">aggressive</span> behavioral patterns during their heat cycles, a part of you has to wonder how many of the goblins in that village are her direct descendants. Banishing the intrusive thought with a shake of your head, you quickly correct the matter, "No, you're not pregnant. We won't be expecting any... how would those pups turn out, anyways?"
"Like elves, but with animal ears," Astra says surprisingly quickly. "I have a great aunt who's a monster tamer. In her youth... well, there's an entire tribe of catfolk in the Palmtop Mountains that are descended from her."
"I see," you say, wishing you hadn't asked. "Anyways, during the orgone exchange, the two of you formed a familiar bond."
[That explains why I feel a slight tug at Miss Astra's thoughts and emotions.] Romulus nods.
"Oh," Astra wipes her brow. "That's much less troublesome than getting pregnant with Rommy's puppies."
"Do the two of you want to keep it?" you ask them. "Given the nature of how the bond was forged, you may find your natural inclinations warping towards one another. What was a misguided attempt to alleviate the symptoms of the incutoxins found in the spores of that incubus may become preference. I personally dislike magic that affects my own thinking, but I will leave this decision up to you."
>They both want to sever it.
>They both want to keep it.
<span class="mu-s">Once that is done with, you meditate for the rest of the night. Your first order of business come the morning is...</span>
>Fishing in the lake and seeing what you can catch.
>Shaking a few fruits free from the trees and giving some to last night's lovebirds.
>Running a quick lap around the lake as part of your morning exercise.
>Giving a look at the damnable scrying sensor that's been watching you.
