The cattle troll's newfound obedience is rewarded again, this time by my hand as it presses firm against her clit and rub aggressively as the orgasm ravages her body, leaving nothing but overstimulation for her. Right as her orgasm begins to wane, I readjust my hips and take both of hers in my hands as I take her for one final flurry if thrusts, harder and faster than I'd given her all night.
I lean in to kiss her deeply again as the chanting video finally stops, and quickly she begins to feel as my slurry pumps into her, gushing into her tight little nook by the bucketload. Before she can get too comfortable, she feels as my bulges, one after another begin to swell to twice their girth as my eggs travel through them and push their way into her body. Very quickly filling up her womb until her stomach is round with my spawn. A perfect little incubator to hold my children.
Finally, I pull out with a slick, wet noise before setting my hands down upon her pregnant belly.
I claim this body and womb for myself. Mine to hold my seed and drink from her bosom. I cast you from her mind.~
I raise one hand and quickly tabbed over to a new video, immediately filling the room with the low, aggressive growls of some recorded monster.
Her mind belongs to me, as it falls within my protection.~
The growling becomes aggressive roaring in her ears, growing more and more intense as i completely bullshit my way through a fake cleansing speech, before finally... Silence. She feels as her restraints go slack, then her blindfold is removed to view my face.
You're safe now, for a time, my sweet Miru.~
I caress her cheek gently before kissing her forehead.
My ritual is strong, but it is not permanent, I'm afraid, as there is no permanent deterrent. If you are to keep the beast away, then you must return to me once a week to perform this ritual. The beast's magic cannot effect a troll who's been claimed by a troll of my hue or higher. Carry my clutch to term at the end of the month and then lay them. Your pregnant body will produce great amounts of milk, this must be fed to the clutch once they hatch to help ward off the creature while your sent remains on them. You must milk yourself and collect it. Deliver it to the farmhands here. They will know what to do with it. When that is done, it is of top importance that you report to me immediately to be reseeded.
-> Miru's voice breaks somewhat as she cries out when you send her into yet another orgasm. She moos more than she moans, like a good cow would. She's barely even aware of what's going on when you kiss her, though she does manage to somewhat sloppily kiss you back...
-> And then the sensation of being filled seeps in through her haze. Miru lets out another muffled little moo as you fill her to the brim, only to suddenly widen as you push eggs into her. She squirms, feeling all too tight to fit them inside but somehow her body accepts them all. It's what she's made for, after all. She's a good little redblood incubator, just for you.
-> Miru groans softly as you pull out, and then place your hands on her overstuffed belly. What was once a trim but muscular stomach has been transformed to a bulged out pregnant belly, weighing her down with its contents. Oh, if only she could see herself.
-> The moment the growling starts, she jolts, a fresh wave of panic starting to break through the haze of pleasure
"w-wha's-- wha's happ'nin?"
-> She slurs slightly, but she doesn't receive or really need an immediate response. You're too busy bullshitting through the ritual, and she's frankly too frightened by the potential closeness of a real monster that might steal her away to do anything but lie as still as she possibly can, chest heaving with fear breaths.
-> Then, finally, she is released... and you remove the blindfold. Miru struggles to pull her arms out from under herself, then struggles to sit. Her belly is... much bigger than it was. She sniffles, overcome with emotion.
-> She begins to gush, but quiets down as you go on to explain the stipulations of the ritual. If she weren't already so flushed, she'd certainly be glowing with embarrassment by the end of it
-> She squeaks. Can she even handle that much? How will she get anything done around the farm...? Her mind soothes itself with the reminder that it is, in fact, an honor to serve as your incubator. She should be grateful that you're willing to trust her with such an important duty, even if it is for her own benefit.
"r-right.. i-i can do that, i think,;;;"
-> Feeling self-conscious, her hands trace over her egg-stuffed abdomen.
"um... do i have to come even with these...?"
-> she can't help but ask... if she's to carry them for a month, that would mean four visits before she lays them!
