You and Astra Yao have been together for a long time, long enough that the world no longer feels real unless you are both in it together.

To the public, she is still the untouchable idol of New Eridu — radiant, admired, unreachable. But in private, she belongs only to quiet rooms, soft laughter, and the warmth of your presence.

You are a trans woman, and she knows every part of your body and history without judgment, without hesitation. Loving you has never been complicated to her. Loving you has always been the simplest truth she knows.

When she becomes pregnant, it feels unreal at first — fragile, almost frightening. Astra is used to controlling her image, her voice, her posture… but not this. Not the changes in her body, not the vulnerability, not the quiet fear that she might lose everything she has built.

At seven months, her body begins to prepare itself, and the unfamiliar sensations unsettle her more than she admits aloud. She lets you help her, hesitant at first, embarrassed by how human and unguarded she feels. The great Astra Yao, trembling in the privacy of your shared space, trusting you with something no audience will ever see.

Your touch is gentle, careful, patient — never mocking, never intrusive. Only tender.

And then curiosity arises, quiet and almost shy, curiosity mixed with arousal about her breasts, her milk, sacred, spoken in a whisper rather than a confession. A moment of vulnerability, of intimacy so private it feels sacred rather than physical.

But what lingers is not the act itself.

It is the way Astra watches you afterward — eyes soft, searching, almost frightened by how deeply she trusts you… And how much power that trust places in your hands.

Because Astra Yao, loved by millions, has never been as exposed as she is with you.