Chief wants a son

{if@ shura = 0}

Katya was coming out of the hazy complacent temper she’d been, faced with the worst parts of this life.

Arnall ordered her child be taken by the goblinettes to be raised into breeding stock and ordered potion be given to Katya. He went back to work on a male heir as soon as she was **** to drink, fixing her body, and reversing most of the damage of childbirth.

That same night he fucked her again, and Katya’s mind broke. Arnall didn’t care, it only made her a less engaging mate. He kept her womb full of baby batter at all times, feeding her from his dick as he had before, as she went catatonic.

Arnall wanted to get back to full time raiding as soon as possible, he needed to put a baby in her again quickly. It wasn’t unusual for Katya’s battered pussy to swallow 4 huge loads every day, millions of sperm searching frantically for her ovum.

Days and weeks passed without her speaking or leaving the room. Her child was kept away, cared, fed and raised by the goblinettes. The matronly women had managed to keep their bodies young with potions and alchemy, but their aging wombs delivered fewer babies every day giving them time to care for the child, they named her Phara.

{else}

Katya was coming out of the hazy complacent temper she’d been, faced with the worst parts of this life.

Arnall ordered her children be taken by the goblinettes to be raised into breeding stock and ordered potion be given to Katya. He went back to work on a male heir as soon as she was **** to drink, fixing her body, and reversing most of the damage of childbirth.

That same night he fucked her again, and Katya’s mind broke. Arnall didn’t care, it only made her a less engaging mate. He kept her womb full of baby batter at all times, feeding her from his dick as he had before, as she went catatonic.

Arnall wanted to get back to full time raiding as soon as possible, he needed to put a baby in her again quickly. It wasn’t unusual for Katya’s battered pussy to swallow 4 huge loads every day, millions of sperm searching frantically for her ovum.

Days and weeks passed without her speaking or leaving the room. Her children were kept away, cared, fed and raised by the goblinettes. The matronly women had managed to keep their bodies young with potions and alchemy, but their aging wombs delivered fewer babies every day giving them time to care for the children, they named them Phara and Shura.

{endif}