Give the woman what she wants...

"So, you want to become a Brood Mother?" You ask incredulously.

"No, and yes." She responds still stroking your golden haired and bronze chitined legs, in a way that is making it kind of hard to think clearly. "I want to have you implant me with your brood, and bear more spiders to spread your kind among all the lands of Alluvia, but I certainly DON'T want to live the rest of my life tied up in a web somewhere." She explains rubbing her shift slowly further and further up her body against your abdomen, now well past her knees and going further north with each tantalizing motion.

"Very well then." You say, not sure what you are agreeing too exactly except that you will get to fuck this lovely Elf slut and fill her womb with your first brood, which, the 'how' of it be damned, was exactly what you had come here to do in the FIRST place.

"Good, good, glad we could come to this arrangement." She purrs and takes one hand off your legs to finish pulling up her shift, exposing her warm wet sex to your ovipositor.

Though you have not the slightest clue why you feel you must be honest with the elf about what you are about to do to her and what the results will be... "I am going to implant my eggs in you now, they will hurt, a lot, when they go past your cervix into your womb, which will have to stretch to accommodate them, and this also will hurt. They will grow to maturity in about 3-4 weeks, then be born, which will be even more painful." You inform her completely honestly, puzzled totally why you would bother WARNING her about that when it might make her back out.

She flinches a bit as you tell her this, but then looks you right in the eyes and says: "I don't care, do it."

Somehow gladdened that you have informed her of what will happen and she is still willing, you push the bluntly pointed tip of your ovipositor deep into her wet and slippery cunt, and begin to fuck her slowly, the contractions of her vaginal muscles around your shaft drawing out the grape sized eggs from deep inside your abdomen, and into the ovipositor where they will be pushed into her womb when you are ready. She gasps at the intrusion of your extremely phallic member which is ten inches long and two inches wide for most of it's length, as you bash against her cervix repeatedly, each thrust spraying inside her an unnatural hormone which involuntarily makes her cervix dilate. This will allow your ovipositor to pass the gates of her womb enough to implant the eggs, something you would have to have an ovipositor like a knife to do otherwise, which would make each brood mother potentially a one time or less carrier for your offspring: MOST inefficient. You can tell this is hurting for her, as you warned her it would, but she seems to be getting off on the pain, and eventually you feel her spasm around your rod in an incredibly pleasant way, at which point you push your long shaft all the way in and start filling up her womb with eggs, dozens of them, each slightly under 2cm seed fertilized before you left by one of your brothers from the first brood of the second generation.

That was how the elders intended to control you: by only sending out the females to find brood mothers and keeping the males that you needed to fertilize your eggs at home. YOU however thought more clearly than any of them, your eggs had already been fertilized by ****, what difference did it make if it was brother/sister or mother/son? One of your own offspring would be the sire of the new broods when you ran out of inseminated eggs after a few implantations, and never again would you go home to that accursed batch of dotards and biddy's that presumed to control you!

As her belly stretches to a certain point and you run out of eggs in your ovipositor you pull back and seal her cervix with a thick wad of gooey proteins and hormones that will keep her body from rejecting the implanted young and **** it to provide them with the nutrients they need to grow, in a few weeks time your first brood of young will be born, well, the first group you will ever see anyway, and then, then! Well by then hopefully you will have found somewhere in this town to lay low while you recruit OTHER brood mothers, or: dare you hope? Perhaps you would have whole party of women as powerful as this one to go back to the forest and steal away your brother so that you don't have to wait for the young to grow in order to seize control of this town...?

It is with this happy thought that you collapse on your side with your legs pulling the elf close and begin to fall asleep, barely enough energy to ask one last question and hear the answer before exhaustion claims you.

"I never did get your name?" You ask the beautiful and now fantastically knocked up elf.

"It's Brierindra." She says equally sleepy, and her voice languid with the afterglow of her orgasm.

Seconds later your head hits the pillow and you know no more for a few hours, missing completely the soft * Ding! * of your level up...