A breeding base, of course.

Enjoying Ishika's body was a bit akward-limbs provided natural points to grab onto while mating. Without them, I had to try and find something else to hold her up by while other tendrils slammed themseles into and out of her muff. Holding her by her hips would only end up with either a very loose grip, or ending up squeezing against myself through her uncomfortable. Fortunately, a perverse idea ended up striking me as I massaged her, injecting mixtures of lust drafts and energy potions to hopefully get a more pleasing reaction out of her. Wrapping up aroud her collar for leveradge, I **** her rear to accept the most mighty tentacle I could-and just kept forcing it through her system. Her body clenched, fighting at the alien sensation running through her-all for naught as I kept forcing the issue. Eventually, a gurgling sound came from her mouth-and then the tip of the tentacle, having gone all through her body. This made it much easier as I rutted myself into her-my tentacles wriggling into her womb-visible through the skin as I played with her-until I eventually released, my sheer output forcing her belly outwards like a women very close to her due date.

Which she was. In a day, she would give birth to a litter of Goblin Broodmothers. As much as one womb of breeding stock was useful to me, I would need a lot more for what I had planned. The only real limit was how much of me there would be to go around. But that part is still a couple days away. For now, there was just her, me, and our perverse little union. While the first load definitely accomplished my goal-having absolutely nothing else to do, I just kept at it, playing with her for my amusement and pleasure. And maybe some of hers-it was hard to tell if she was beginning to get into it, or if all the reactions I got were purely physical responses-like kicking forward when your knee is tapped.

With my own lack of need to rest, there was little reason for me to stop. The other soldiers seemed to be giving me a wide berth-either I was far enough away that most had no business being here, or it was just unnerving enough to keep them away. Maybe both. Either suits me fine. The only interruption comes later that day from Akira, giving me a basic report on his efforts with the suppliers. Unfortunately, they are more interested in gold than barter-so I'd have to have some very sweet deals for them to consider. Especially since the talk of what I wanted put them on edge. He's still looking into it-but he's pretty sure at least one of them has some potential. When he explains which it is, I'm unsurprised. The one containing highly concentrated mana. Meaning the one that would be hardest to produce. Great...if I was going to have to barter for that, I'd need to find some way to up my mana regeneration. So, when Akira has gone, and Ichika passed out, leaving me little to do (it gets a bit boring plying away at a wholly unresponsive girl after a bit), I decide to try to work on that. Meditating, stilling my body and mind to focus on the flow of energy through it-and hopefully how to take in more.