Pregnant Elves
Lithe, erudite immortals rendered nearly immobile by large bellies, smug detachment melted by hormones into emotional vulnerability
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Lithe, erudite immortals rendered nearly immobile by large bellies, smug detachment melted by hormones into emotional vulnerability
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"So. Elf pregnancies are nine years?" her human maid, Diedre, asked.
"And they never stop growing," Maeve said. "You have no idea how I envy you human women."
Diedre touched her stomach. "And, uh...how does that work for half-elves?"
Maeve rolled her eyes. Not again.
wait this is just a metaphor for prog isn’t it
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