The creature wasn't breathing, but she was, breath coming shallowly from fright, afraid to move in case the creature suddenly grows violent.<br/><br/>Luckily it doesn't come to that, although she does gasp out as she's pulled by the hair to come face to face with the creature, feeling the ragged cloth fall away from being cut, her breasts expose.<br/><br/>Sionn feels herself stiffen under the monster's touch as it grasps one of her swollen breasts, the stone at least not cold, but still rough and uncomfortable. The creature's squeezing ends up coaxing a stream of milk from her breast, catching Sionn by surprise....the whole pregnancy situation still feels a bit unreal to her.