I'm not out for very long this time around and I almost regret it when I come back around. The dreams are already fading from my memory, but I have a feeling that at least some of them must have been quite fun. Why wouldn't they be, after an achievement like that. Most people never even dream of fashioning something of a mythical quality level. To be honest, the thought is still making my head spin. But going into denial is no use.

As I finally crack my eyes open, Elzbieta is sitting, or rather kneeling, at my side in her nightdress. We are still on my bed and there is no one else around. I'm still wearing my work clothes too. Too bad. I wouldn't have minded staying right here. I'll have to get up to get changed though. In a bit at least. I'm not in a hurry after all.

Of course Elzbieta doesn't miss that I'm awake again. She runs a hand through my hair.

“Oh, good. You didn't stay out of it too long this time around. I was getting a little worried though. You know I would have had to go down to the village to get help, either at the temple or at the inn. In my night dress.”

I nod along with her words and eventually open my eyes again, as I sit up slowly.

“Sorry about that. It's just that sometimes I scare myself.”

“Uhu.”

She doesn't exactly sound impressed with my apology. I place a hand against her belly and a light kiss on her cheek and that seems to mollify her. Well, it does for the better part. Still she reprimands me.

“Don't scare me like that, silly.”

I nod, sigh and get up to get changed for the night. I take a moment to extinguish the candles, which are still burning, too. Darkness engulfs us, except for the starlight coming in through the open window by the bed.

“I'll try. No promises though. Sometimes I simply scare myself.”

She snorts in amusement and gets a little more comfortable, without ever taking her eyes off me.

“That bad? Or that good?”

I finish changing first, before I answer. And I slide up close to her in bed to whisper in her ear too, for good measure.

“Good might not be a strong enough word in this case.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“But you aren't trying them on right away?”

An icy shiver runs down my spine and I'm quick to shake my head. I don't even get to actually say anything. Instead Elzbieta keeps going.

“Good, good. You are learning.”

I sigh and lean against her shoulder, just as she leans against mine.

“I try. I'll ask Wislawa first, to have a look tomorrow morning.”

She nods and continues our conversation, as one of her hands starts wandering.

“Best not to talk too much about these sandals, if they really turn out as good as you think they did. I'm pretty sure no one around here would do anything stupid, but if the news gets out, even if just as a rumor, someone else might.”

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I grimace in the dark. She isn't wrong though. There sure are people out there, less than scrupulous ones, that would see my sandals as nothing more than a way to secure their retirement. I probably could sell them for a hefty sum. Except I really don't want to.

No, I want to collect the whole set first, if it is in any way possible. It is too bad that I don't even know which parts I'm still missing.

“You wouldn't happen to know of any other gear that would match my summer night's sandals and the dress I inherited from grandma? The description provided by appraisal suggests that there have to be more.”

She tilts her head. Even in the semi darkness I can see the gesture.

“Sure! Don't tell me you don't?”

I feel silly now. The way she said that makes it sound like the answer is rather obvious. Except, try as I might, I can't even begin to guess what she is hinting at.

After a moment she shows mercy and begins to elaborate.

“You really haven't been to any of these dances before, have you? Well, alright, young, unmarried women usually wear something called a summer night's crown to the midsummer festival. That does sound like a match, doesn't it? It is a wreath of fresh flowers, usually made for just this occasion, although I have heard of ones that are enchanted to last.”

That does indeed sound like a good match for my query.

“I think I even know an enchantment like that. Well, it is mostly the right enchantment anyway. The version we learned at the academy is optimized for bouquets instead. Adapting for a wreath shouldn't be too hard though.”

As I keep talking Elzbieta starts kissing my shoulders only to take a break as I finish.

“Want to go out together tomorrow and collect some flowers?”

I have to admit that the suggestion sounds tempting. There is a slight problem though.

“I certainly wouldn't mind, but I don't really know how to make a wreath like that. I wouldn't even know how to get started. Would I use fresh flowers or do I have to dry them first? And how does it stay in shape?”

Elzbieta laughs out loud and slips the nightdress off my shoulders.

“Don't worry. I'll help you. And it really isn't all that complicated. You start with a wooden hoop wrapped in cloth. It has to be comfortable after all. Then you need plenty of flowers, thin wire and some time.”

I blush deep red, all the way to the tips of my ears as she explains. Not because of the explanation though. No, the blush is due to her wandering hands. The hands she slips under my engorged breasts only to lift them in contemplation. She sounds a little puzzled as she speaks up at last.

“Are … are those still getting bigger?”

I would blush even more, if I could. I can't though. I already feel like I'm burning up.

“Uh … maybe? They do fill surprisingly full again already.”

Fresh enthusiasm replaces the puzzlement in her voice.

“Alright! I kind of feel like having a little midnight snack anyway!”

“You … what?”

That is as far as I get, before she clambers around me, to get better access. And before I can formulate a proper response she is already suckling on my breasts with great vigor and no less skill, switching in between them regularly.

It is almost enough to make my eyes roll back into my head.

“Oh, gods and goddesses!”

Eventually the flow of milk ebbs off. Not before I reach the highest highs of pleasure though. In the end I'm left panting as the pregnant woman snuggles up to, satiated and satisfied. She pulls me as close as her well rounded belly allows.

“Valeria? I don't think I ever want to this to end.”

“What? Us sharing a bed? Or you nursing at my bosoms?”

“Yes.”