The Imperial Patriarchy Manual, Sponsored by Raincoat Corp, gives new Masters useful tips and tricks for easily rearing a happy, obedient harem. We gather the customs and techniques of prized breeders, and share the tools they use to make their jobs easier. Read this, and absorb the wisdom of your Elders, who tamed Witches, so you could have their properly mannered daughters. On this Manual Edition: Slut Breeding! How to begin pumping kids out of your female thralls!
Preparing for a litter.
Bronte was embraced from behind by delicate, thin arms, arresting her in place with a hug. In a normal scenario, she would´ve been able to drag the owner of those arms around effortlessly, but her captor slithered those arms downward to rub and caress her bulging belly. This was not a normal scenario anymore.
"Where are you going?" A melodious voice rang behind her. "You know you cannot move around too much." a face rubbed against her lower back, and smelled her, while the arms kept in exploring her belly, and massaging it. Muirenn, the Dark Elf, kept her Spartiae sister held in place, and enjoyed the smell of ripening fruit and milk coming off of Bronte, reminiscing of all the sessions she had personally witnessed of her and Master, doing their best to turn her into this.
"I´m not going to be a useless baby ball for months-stop kissing my tummy!" Bronte said, as she sluggishly attempted to wrestle away a horny, clingy Elf. "I´ll be at the Gym, I can take care of myself." Her restless instincts were acting out, and refused to let her rest, even if her body was already working overtime to maintain her, even at the early stages she was in. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead with every step she took, and her heart and lungs pumped with intensity to power her motion, and her womb at the same time.
"Alright, how about this..." Muirenn replied, as her arms let go of Bronte´s belly, and secured themselves over her shoulders, and her legs hooked over her hips. "You can go to the gym when you are able to take me off you!" Her thin body, dressed as a gyaru schoolgirl, and the metal chastity belt were light, but overcame the amount of weight the Spartiae could carry on her current condition as she struggled to take a clingy, dexterous Elf off, and she knelt, exhausted.
The Spartiae collapsed, and laid herself on the soft carpet floor, as the Elf crouched near her, and admired a job well done, "Please... help me get up..." Bronte begged. "I can´t let my comrades see me like this..." She slowly wiggled, like a turtle turned on its shell, for normal human biology had never accounted for a pregnant woman to carry so many offspring.
"I am your sister now too, you know...." The Elf interjected, as she crawled between Bronte´s legs, taking off her high tech, body hugging leggings. "And I´m not going to let you squander this little freedom you have earned..." The Spartiae had no belt. Her growing proportions would have made designing and wearing one impractical, and so her sex was unprotected. Muirenn kissed and sucked at her lower lips, and the Spartiae´s struggles quieted, and then ceased entirely, as instead of exercising, she spent her free time cumming over, and over, and over again...
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