Leave that to mother nature

Once Emilie falls asleep you cast a spell on her to drive her into a deep slumber. When you, Sandra and lady Emira enter the room Patrick is spooning her and looks like the cat that ate the canary.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he asks, his grin somehow getting wider.

"It was educational," replies Emira. She's not willing to admit to anyone just how turned on she got watching Patrick claim his cousin's virginity. The only reason you know is that you've been using some very subtle spells to get a better feel for the almost unreadable noblewoman.

"Forget education, let's talk impregnation!" says Sandra as she moves to the side of the bed. She's excited enough that she's almost bouncing from foot to foot, pregnant belly be damned. She runs her hand over Emilie's flat stomach and says "Are you ready to start a family Emilie? You ready for your uncle's seed to take root in your hot little tummy?"

"Well if she wasn't ready for a baby she should have told me not to cum inside her," Patrick says.

"She did," says lady Emira.

"Oh, I guess I didn't hear her," he says nonchalantly. "You should really speak up Emmy. Mistakes like that make for big bellies."

"Careless girls never pay enough attention," Sandra replies, nodding. "Then they end up needing some older man or a close family member to take care of them."

While the two of them banter you reach inside Emilie's body and search for the egg you're sure she's already dropped. You get to watch as one of Patrick's sperm closes in on its target and gets sucked inside by Emilie's greedy egg. Surprisingly, the male embryo that develops neither splits nor destroys itself as so many catboy embryos do. A few cautious tests and you can confirm that Patrick and Emilie's newly minted son will have no issues despite the close familial relationship of her parents.

"Soooo... how many did you give her?" asks Sandra.

"I told you before, I want to let nature take its course on this one. Apart from a spell to ensure the child actually develops at all." With that you cast the spell, shifting the nature of the new life inside Emilie so that its catfolk rather than its human traits are dominant.

"Aw, but she'd look so much better with a big, stuffed belly." Sandra rubs her own enormous pregnant mound of a belly and asks Patrick "Are you sure you don't want Emilie carrying your triplets? Your quadruplets or quintuplets?"

Patrick puts an arm around Emilie's midsection and says "Maybe next time I can give her more, but I'm happy making any number of babies with her."

Sandra shakes her head and whispers in Emilie's ear, "Your 'uncle' is so nice to you. Catgirl babies are a little smaller than human babies. That's one reason we can carry so many. Your first pregnancy is going to be so much smaller and easier than usual." She rubs her own belly again and then purrs. "You don't know what you're missing. I hope 'uncle' Patrick gives your daughter a whole pile of little sisters next time."

"Actually, she's carrying a boy," you tell her.

"Oh, nice. Patrick - your niece is showing off, letting you breed a little firstborn catboy in her womb."

"He's going to be trouble," says Patrick, but he's got a big smile as he cuddles up even closer to Emilie.

"I'll leave you to the inevitable morning conversation," you say, turning to exit the room.

"Just one thing," Patrick says, brushing some hair out of Emilie's face. "I've heard of some women who didn't know they were pregnant. It happened to a carpenter's wife in a town I worked in. Months and months before she realized she was up the spout. Is that something that can be done? I mean without it being dangerous somehow?" He looks a little sheepish and adds "I just thought that it would be kind of hot and she might be a bit easier to get along with if she thinks I didn't manage to knock her up."

"Sure, it's not that hard to fake. Some of the ways it can happen naturally can be dangerous, but as a light mage I can make it so she won't see any signs of anything unusual. She will even have mild fake periods if you want. No signs, until her belly starts to grow, except perhaps morning sickness. I'm afraid even a life mage can't prevent morning sickness. It's too unpredictable. But without any other signs she will probably ignore it."

"That would be perfect," Patrick says, patting Emilie's belly. "Like Sandra said, catgirl - or rather catboy babies are smaller, so I bet she can get three or four months in before she realizes her 'uncle' has put her 'in the family way'."

"Oh," Sandra says as you try to usher her out of the room, "now that you've bred your 'niece' are you ready to start breeding some other girls for us? Hey, maybe you don't want to arrive with just your naughty niece for a wife - what about seducing some other girls?"

"Well... I have to admit that I've been thinking about Katherine and Caroline, those twin barmaids I picked up on the way back."

"Don't be as nice with them as you were with your 'niece'," Sandra admonishes him. "They're slutty barmaids who wanted to pleasure you for gold. Twins who already want to share a man's shaft. Those girls need some fat bellies to make them a little more stable."

You put an arm around her waist and pull her close. "Yes, because a fat belly has made you so much more stable!"

"Well, he should be so lucky." As you lead her out of the room she calls back to Patrick "Imagine the twins comparing their bellies. Imagine them fighting for daddy's cock!"