The next few months come and, still, nothing changes

You never get a chance to escape. You become too dependent on the male’s sperm to ever think of leaving. You’re left in a constant rut with the fishmen for the coming months. You swing between states of horniness and despair, each emotional state becoming more powerful each day. You know what will become of you, but you know you can’t do anything to fight it.

Two months later, you already feel yourself heavy with the growing sahuagin young. You sit on the floor, crying at your predicament as your cunt leaks fish cum and your stomach hangs swollen with foreign creatures.

Only a month after that, do you find yourself in a pool of water, pushing the sahuagin young from your womb. The experience is quite painful, but not as painful as it would have been if you had not been fed a dose of the sahuagin’s opiate sperm just moments before. It takes almost an hour, but you manage to birth two dozen of the fishs’ young unharmed.

Your two captors are astonished that you survive the birth, claiming that no other surrogate has been able to do so before you. By then, Miri has a new batch of eggs to lay, originally intent on laying them into her next victim. However, with their favorite incubator still intact the sahuagin turn their intentions toward you.

You find yourself on your back, your legs held high in the air. You’re mewling as Miri pounds into you with her ovipositor, the pointy tip knocking at your cervix once more. Just as your womb finally starts feeling empty, it’s filled again with fresh young by an orgasming Miri.

And with clear intentions, Giri takes up Miri’s position on top of you, pushing your legs towards your chest and humping at you with long powerful strokes. He takes his time fertilizing the fresh eggs inside you, knowing that you’re not going anywhere. You enjoy the feeling of constant orgasms, your cunt wrapping invitingly around the fish cock, eager to suck the seed from it. Yet, a voice deep down in your head still screams in fear and despair, not wanting to carry another brood of monsters. The creature finally comes inside you, silencing that voice forever.