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Though Honey's initial reaction to Eshamun's presence was one of embarrassment and bashfulness, she quickly adjusted into the russet woman's embrace. Though the size difference between them was fairly large (Honey was by no means a compact woman), it was easy for her to relax into her superior's hold. 
As she had been instructed, Honey nibbled at the herb before her and tried her hardest to fight the gag at the back of her throat. I'm... I'm sorry Eshamun. You shouldn't, she began before being interrupted by a slight wrenching of her stomach, have to see me like this. I just... There wasn't much of an explanation that could be given; they both knew at this point that Honey was with child. But why this pregnancy was so much worse than her last, she had no idea.