The First Royal Brood

Never before had the aging goblin, Grax, seen an addiction take hold so deeply and completely. Even for those who never resisted, there was still usually some shred of their former dignity still present until the birthing of the first kit (he had surmised that it was typically final subconscious thought in the converts mind denying their new reality until they were face to face with their first round of offspring confirming their new lots in life).

But Loraine… Her mind already warped beyond repair after the first hour, he officially broke what shreds were left. Large even by goblin standards, it was only thanks to her elvish regenerative traits that fitting any of his 23 inch cock into his new property - her sopping vagina - was even possible.

But unlike the first time, when he was content with limiting his thrusts to the first 16 inches to avoid internal hemhorraging while she was ****, he was determined to fit his entire member to the hilt, with his balls resting against her labia.

Ironically, he would accomplish this while she was once again ****. Just this time, due to synaptic overload as her pleasure synapses all fired - and frayed permanently - at once.

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Kyle awoke an hour later than normal. Well, technically, he had awoken on time, but his lust for Kazex cum resulted in the most sublime wet dream his body couldn’t even process, so waking up wasn’t an option while in the best part. So he had quickly cast a sleeping spell on himself, leading to his current lazy morning.

Still groggy, Kyle donned his mage cloak, grabbed his staff, and made his way to the mess hall. He stopped to knock on Loraine’s door, but after knocking twice, he figured she must have already made a start on the new “mission” they were to go on today - where she’d be delivered to Kazex and **** to submit. But when he made it to the mess hall, oddly enough, she wasn’t there either.

Unsure what had happened, but honestly not caring all that much, Kyle decided to first get a drink while he scouted for more converts to trick. After a bit though, his curiosity grew, and he asked the bartender if she’d seen Loraine this morning.

To his surprise, she had indeed. But hastier and messier than usual, she had spied Loraine striding towards the basement once again this morning. However, with the guild understaffed and underfunded, she hadn’t been able to make her rounds down there yet, so wasn’t sure where Loraine had gone next.

“O…. Oh no…” Kyle thought immediately. He knew exactly where she was - and so he thanked the bartender and headed straight in the direction of Grax.

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At first, Kyle wondered if he was wrong. That was, until he walked past the second pair of heavy, oak doors, and heard the most carnal chorus of grunting and moaning.

“Duly noted - heavy oak doors for soundproofing” he thought. By this point, all of the basement residents were wide awake and enjoying the show, especially the still-caged orc. And when Kyle finally got eyes on the goblin/elven pair, he could see why.

Loraine was completely naked, drenched in sweat, and pulled so hard against Grax’s prison bars that it nearly look like she might just pass through it. From the heavy breathing, Kyle could tell she had just come down from enduring a session of fast-paced rutting, and was just trying to collect her senses. He made eye contact with her for a moment, but it was clear that the stalwart Loraine he had recently met was no longer present in her vacant smile and glossed eyes.

Grax, however, was clearly frustrated. He had held off thus far on further seeding his new breeding sow in favor of saving the seed for a torrent as soon as he was fully hilted inside of her. To him, it didn’t matter whether the biology or internal plumbing fully aligned on this - her sex was officially his property, and he would resize it as he saw fit.

Realizing Loraine was never going to make it to Kazex, and taking pity on the old man, Kyle magically unlocked the door to Grax’s cell. Immediately, while Loraine was still in her half-conscious stupor, Grax ran out of the cell, lifted her body over his shoulder, and brought her over to his cot. Finally, without the bars in the way, Grax sat Loraine on the floor at the side of his bed facing him. Slowly regaining her senses, Loraine immediately laid back to try and catch a breath. However, that would not happen.

As soon as she laid back, Grax grabbed her legs and waist and, using the edge of his cot, propped them up against the side of his cot so that they were now above her head, not quite vertically… but nearly. As Loraine stared in bewilderment and Kyle in awe, Grax quickly stood up on his caught, positioned his swollen purple head at her entrance, and after a bit of pushing - pop! - squeezed his bulbous head back past her entrance.

“This is what I’ve missed” He thought to himself.

“Updating their anatomy.”

Loraine, mesmerized with her new vantage point as Grax was resizing her reproductive organs, gawked as the first 8 inches eased their way smoothly into her body that had, only a day ago, never been with anyone. She then looked back and, for the first time this morning, noticed Kyle staring. In a brief moment of clarity, she started to get Kyle’s attention… only for Grax to continue his conquest of her. As she felt the next 4 inches reached the “unstretched” end of her tunnel, she realized Kyle had now made eye contact with her, and noticed she was there. Before it was too late, she immediately starte…

It was too late.

Grax, finding his groove, thrust the final 4 inches inside of her to reach his previous limit. He was now at the entrance of her cervix. He held himself there, letting her adjust once again to her new owner.

Just like last time, Loraine was no longer aware of her location or environment as every neuron fired off within her brain in ecstasy unison. This time, however, Grax stirred his shaft inside of her. Loraine immediately lost track of time and self, drowning in pleasure. Until suddenly, she no longer felt quite as full. By the time Grax had pulled out up until his bulbous head was all that remained in her, Loraine had regained some sense of self, and was starting to plan out how to handle the rest of the day. Looking back again, she makes eye contact with Kyle once again, and begins to motion for hi-

And then she blacks out.

Grax, drawing for his previous experiences, knew he was at the limits of normal womanhood. He was at the cervix, a woman’s natural bottleneck to regulate just how much seed would reach her uterus and eggs.

He also knew that the cervix was roughly 2-3 inches long, and the uterus itself was another pocket that could fit another 6 inches of his member in itself.

And lastly, he knew he wasn’t going to reach it by kindly knocking on it’s door and pushing gently. Her cervix would only open by his will, and so he did just that. He willed it - by piston driving his entire shaft back down onto her cervix, full ****.

Thankfully, her body was kind enough to spare herself.

Kyle watched as Grax pistoned down into her with his full ****. Her eyes, which had come to life a moment ago, were now completely vacant, and it was clear she was now ****. Grax used this opportunity it’s to complete the final 6 inches of re-plumbing within the next 2 minutes.

Finally, after holding back for 2 hours of breeding, Grax felt his immensely swollen sack rest against her lower labia, and he held still. From Kyle’s perspective, it would have looked as if time had stopped… if not for the rhythmic pulsing of Grax’s sack scrunching, his inserted rod tensing so much it’s outline became visible along Loraine’s pubic skin, and after a minute a swelling within Loraine’s pelvic area started to build.

At this point, something had snapped in Loraine, and she no longer was the same person she was when she’d awoken. After so much stimulation, part of her neural network had damaged/fried itself, and was no longer firing efficiently.

So when Grax whispered in her ear to not move a muscle and stay where she was, she did as she was told like a good girl, keeping her pelvis elevated and legs spread vertical to the ground. Grax, triumphant in his subjugation of the proud elf, walked out of his cell to an old, broken wine bottle, and returned with the cork.

Then, without warned, he slid his whole forearm holding the cork into Loraine’s wide open sex without any resistance or reaction from Loraine. After reaching nearly elbow deep, Grax fumbled around a bit, inserted the cork to the recovering (yet expanded) cervix, and then tapped Loraine to let her know she was all set. As she stood up, Kyle noticed that she had retained the bulge/swelling in her pelvic region that had just appeared. Proud of his handiwork, Grax grinned a near toothless grin to Kyle, and explained that by reconfiguring her plumbing, he would now have direct access to her uterus/ovaries, and would dramatically increase the number of kits conceived per brood. But it was Loraine’s duty now to stay with him, always keeping her cervix above her head as she rested during brood cycles so as not to lose a drop of his seed.

Realizing Grax’s value as a new potential ally to Kazex, Kyle pleaded with Grax to leave the dungeon below the guild, and join with Kazex. Grax would… once he had had his fill of Loraine.

And so, as Kyle left the dungeon, a cave-in at the entrance of the dungeon sealed off access from the guild indefinitely, until funds for the construction could be raised through charity over the next few months.

In the meantime, Kyle had also released the Orc on his way out, and created a backdoor escape for when things were done. Though Grax would have full dominion over her reproductive organs, the Orc would be content with providing Loraine her nourishment during this time producing the only proteins males can provide in enough quantity that she never starved.

By the time they left to join Kazex, Grax had grown his family by 250 members. In 2 months. Loraine had proven so useful and reliable that he chose to leash her to the wagon and bring her, intent on inseminating every last egg she had over the next year.

Which he did.