Fertilisation

The journey is not long. You are led to a large, wooden frame in what is obviously the centre of town.

"Lie on the flat part, Broodslave. Face down, buttocks in the air, and legs hanging loosely."

You obey, loving the pressure it puts on your egg-stuffed belly.

"Cumslave, stand behind her, between her legs, put your dick as far into her pussy as you can, and then wait for orders."

You feel his penis as it enters you. Even in its magically engorged state, it's tiny compared to Mistress's ovipositor, barely touching the walls of your stretched and gaping pussy.

This doesn't seem to stop him cumming almost immediately. His thick cream paints your walls white, doing more to quench the burning need than your hand ever could. You feel it start to drip down your legs, escaping through the wide opening.

"Cumslave, hold her opening closed tightly around your penis."

It feels amazing. Not only do you feel a wave of pleasure as he pinches you shut around him, but the feeling of his seed running deep into you and bathing the eggs is mind blowing. A violent orgasm blasts through you as more and more semen is sprayed into your gaping cavern. Far more than could be natural.

Finally, the flow stops, and you start to come down from your climax.

"Broodslave, is he finished?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Cumslave, release her and pull out. Then go and stand over there."

As he drags his still erect penis out of you, a torrent of semen escapes you, running down your belly and onto the frame and the ground.

"Stand up, Broodslave."

More comes pouring out, splattering on the ground at your feet.

Exaxa looks between you and the man. "I need to return him in the same condition I was given him. Clean him off, Broodslave. With your tongue. I do not want to see a single drop of semen on him."

His salty fluids taste just as good as he felt inside you and you hungrily lick off every drop. He groans as you run your tongue all the way up his shaft, and you grin. Clearly he's enjoying this as much as you are.

After several long runs up his penis, you move onto his balls, and then his legs. Soon, as ordered, there is no sign left on him of the morning of pleasure he had with you, although your lower body has not received the same cleaning.

Finally, Exaxa pronounces herself satisfied, and orders the pair of you to follow her back to the slavemarket.