Obey.

Extracting her tail with a pop, you lean down, give her a quick kiss, and tell her to sit up backwards on her chair, to let it support most of her weight.

Breathing heavily, she does exactly that, while you come around behind her to swat her ass and run your fingers down her slit. The fabric melts away at your touch, and your fingers come away glistening in the firelight. "Wow, would you look at that? Being pregnant must be making you hornier than usual."

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm," she nods desperately, looking over her shoulder and giving you the most pleading eyes. Dropping her chin, she reaches down and spreads her lower lips for you, her juices dripping all over her cushions. "Don't make me wait anymore. Give it to me... Fill me with your baby-maker..."

"Oh I will," you snicker evilly, lining yourself up and rubbing your cock up and down her lips, coating it in her juices. Pressing it against her clit, you lean in and snarl in her ear, "but only if you say you're sorry."

There is genuine pain in her whine. But you don't care. You have an advantage over her and you will use it. "Say you're sorry, that you were giving me the cold shoulder, because you were jealous."

Her tail whips up behind you, possibly to try and smack you forwards and into her, but releasing the limiter Nanny Mara taught you, you beat it away with your own magic. "Admit it Selas," you growl, moving your hips around, stimulating her nethers with yours, teasing her with a rich store of energy that you've just collected. "You feel that Selas? I got it all for you. But I can give it to someone else." She lets out another protesting whine and shakes her head violently. "You don't want me to do that? You want all this power for yourself? Then you'll have to tell me what I want to hear."

But, as quick as you are, Selas is faster when she tries. Her hand flashes, too fast for you to see, and grabs your head. Her face shifts into a beautiful, terrifying visage and you feel like you're in for a lot of trouble. "I... hate... you..." she sneers, her voice rumbling in your ears and in your own brain, before she crams her lips into yours, kissing you passionately. "Yes. Yes, I admit it. I didn't want to share you with anyone. I wanted it all for myself. I- OH!"

The second she told you the truth, you shifted your hips and drove them into her as deep as you dared, before her inner walls literally yanked you in all the way to your root.. Despite your best intentions, they work hard and fast, pounding into her with reckless abandon, making her cry out. "AIEEE!!! YOU LIGHT-CURSED SON OF A BITCH!" she howls, gouging out lines in her chair, "Fuck that's so good! Deeper! Deeper! Oh...FUCK!" She lets out another loud moan before her head loses strength and she has to rest it on her chair.

Through her thrashing wings, you notice that she's started to cradle her stomach, and in-between all her swearing and cursing, you can hear her gasp out weak "baby...baby...baby...". Leaning in, you cover her hand with yours, take her breast with the other, and plant your lips upon her neck. She groans sweetly before grabbing your hair and wrenching you upwards so that she can send her tongue all the way down your throat.

With a focus on tenderness and emotional connection, you turn her into jelly in your hands, while the pair of you mutter and babble incoherently in each other's mouths. And when you finally tip over, her head rolls back and she lets out the most satisfied sigh, feeling you flood her insides with magic-laden spunk. "Ooh... so much cum... so much power... so much you..."

You share another gentle kiss, basking in your glow and her feeding of it, when you feel a strong rumble under your fingers. Yours and Selas' eyes go wide as you look down and see her stomach balloon up in size. "Pull out," Selas whispers, her voice shaking, "Pull out. Pull out now. Pull out!"

Moving quickly, you do exactly that. Selas spins around and drops into her chair with her legs spread apart, breathing heavily and wincing, as if she's in agony.