Redhawk Caldera the rocky road to dublin

The girl named for a boy was content to suckle away to her hearts delight. And that she did. She ate and ate, even when she felt a little full... a sensation she did not recognize. When her stomach felt like it might explode she paused, feeling a wave of nausea—and then she expelled some of the contents she had ingested. Not liking how it felt, Clover had immediately learned to never overeat again. But she lay there in her own sickness, a little confused. She squirmed—she also did not like feeling this wet for this long... her first mewl of discontent came then, but it was a simple, tentative sound. Clover did not know what to do to amend this.