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: HP = 70, PP = 56, EP = 40, Status = Fine

--Slaves--
Slightly curvy but mousy thief cat girl, Hedieh
Curvy and fit anti slaver cat girl, still in slave collar, Qasemi
Dark skinned human warrior, Gehle tribe,
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---The Family---
-Those In Charge-
Garm Astrogoth - Adoptive grandfather, dying family patriarch. Made motions to end the practices of slavery and indentured servitude, very successful both financially and militarily, basically saved the dynasty in his youth and thus gets a lot of leeway in how he runs the region.
Claire Astrogoth - Garm's wife. Been dead for fifteen years.

-Her Competition-
Bastien Astrogoth - Grace's younger brother, born shortly after she was adopted. Has largely been nice to her, has not begrudged her the chance to take over the family. Average height, dark haired like Garm, even build.
Maxime Astrogoth - Branch family, daughter of Constanin, only other girl competing. Extremely militant. Outwardly friendly to Grace. Extremely fit, long red hair, considered a rare beauty.
Giles Renou - Distant branch family member who was given the chance to compete in the Choosing. Unknown party, was largely respectful the few times that Grace met him. Stocky, blonde haired, wears glasses.
Solomon Astroagoth - Son of Lucrece Astrogoth, considered by most to be a frail weakling, has no talent whatsoever for military matters, either in leading them, planning them, or acting on them himself. Decent at mathematics, poetry, and business. Makes his position on Grace unclear. Sallow faced, dark of hair.

-Her Enemies-
Aliza Astrogoth - Oldest member of the family, wife of the patriarch before Garm, a man who nearly ran the province into the ground. Fervently racist, suggested that Grace should be drowned, shot, decapitated, killed to be stuffed, and numerous other horrific things to Garm's face, often within Grace's earshot. Garm's great aunt.
Lucrece Astrogoth - Aliza's daughter, Garm's cousin, as conservative as her mother but much more diplomatic about it. Extremely nice, charitable, but thinks of Grace's opportunity to take over the family as completely illegitimate. Solomon's mother. Manages the estate when Garm is away.
Constantin Astrogoth - Member of the branch family, nephew of the head of it and noted commander at arms, particularly against river pirates coming in from the South. Fervently opposed ending slavery, has a lot of rural land directly under his control, primarily to the Southeast. Father of Maxime.
Valentine Renou - The head of the largest and most powerful branch family, managed to get his nephew Giles into the running to take over the family by deeds. Extremely militant, holds the Northeastern border against a clan of orc raiders.
Thomas Renou - Brother of Valentine, accomplished knight, fervently religious and conservative, called a paladin despite favoring modern weapons and armor. Trained Giles. Loved by the public and the army for his victories, but hated by Garm for being especially brutal.

---The Region---
Astoria - Region in Northwestern Badaria. Has control of several trade routes between Anudor, Crolia, and heartland Badaria. Ruled by the Astrogoths.
--Andros - Regional capital, large city.

---The Criminals---
The Voiceless

The Emerald Demons

The Eleventh Ward Gang

---Everyone Else---
Doctor Tombs - Anudorian Slave Caravaneer, handsome and finely dressed.
Mirchios Astrad - Anudorian Slavemaster, works for Tombs, portly bald man covered in scars, including a missing eye and a large one on the back of his head.

Anastasia Duiches - Badarian slavemistress of a lesser noble house. Black hair with red streaks, pointed hawkish nose and high cheekbones.

Captain Burton - Captain in the guards who liasons with the Astrogoths, namely Grace. Also other nobles.

Time of Year: Mid Spring.

Trailing through the streets in search of a discrete apothecary, Grace would leave the orderly streets of Andros behind as she headed to a much seedier area. The influence of those that she was supposed to see arrested lay strong here, no doubt, but it was likely here that any purchases that she wanted to keep private would need to be made. That in mind, she glanced down alleys until, finally, she found a promising option; A hole in the wall shoppe nestled between two larger buildings with a faded, weather-worn sign hanging over the door that depicted a cauldron with mist rising from the top, and the name "Maria's Miraculous Mixtures" inscribed on it in chipping gold paint.

Heading to it, she would find it open, but the first sight was perhaps disconcerting; Guarding the door on the inside was a literal minotaur. The tall, bull-headed demonic entity glowered down at Grace as she stepped through the initial doorway. They were bare chest, muscular arms folded over an equally muscular chest, clad only in a pair of loose trousers that ended just past their knees, and they glowered down at Grace suspiciously before snorting - producing a puff of steam - and jerking their head for her to enter the room to their left. The entrance hall where the bouncer stood guard was only about six feet long, forcing her to brush past him to get in, and ensuring that she took in at least a breath of an intensely masculine, musky scent; magic demonic pheromones that were highly effective at driving the weak of will into lustful heat.

Past him, the room was much dingier, with a step up into a room lit only by candles and the wan light that made it through black curtains. Directly head lay a few tables with benches beside them, with a few alcoves on the right with booths for more private discussions. On the left, however, lay a long counter, with many things behind it - some alcoholic and some clearly alchemical. It seemed that this place was as much a bar as it was an apothecary, but it seemed that the former function was not in use at this particular moment, as the sole proprietor - a short woman with a slightly dumpy, motherly sort of look to her and dark brown hair - stood on the far right end, where the medicinal mixtures were stocked high on a shelf behind the counter. She'd been reading a book by candlelight as Grace entered, but put it away as she noticed the noblewoman's presence and closed the book, storing it under the counter and smiling. She wore circular spectacles, and a dark green robe.

"Oh, hello there dearie!" She declared in a slightly croaky but otherwise extremely cheerful voice, "Come, come! The bar is closed until this evening, so you must need more practical help~ Don't mind Brutus, he won't bite! What can mother Maria help you with? You look like the sort to call herself a warrior! Need some healing mixtures for your next quest, perhaps? What is your name, dearie?"
 
Despite it being her own choice to venture into the less orderly streets, Grace could feel this tiny nagging feeling of uncertainty as she noticed the increasing amount of alleyway traffic, and how the buildings were growing less and less maintained compared to the businesses on the main street. The greatest solace for her as she traveled through this area was that if she was to find a place to discreetly get what she wanted, it would be in this area for sure. She was particularly conscious of what was going on in the alleys around her, which was how she eventually spotted what she was looking for!

She approached the small hole in the wall shop, opening its door and stepping inside, briefly blinded by the shift in light from the transition indoors. By the time she blinked the spots out of her vision, she froze as she found herself practically face to face with a Minotaur! Well more like face to chest, as the man towered over her! She drew in a sharp breath from the surprise, which was a mistake. She inhaled a… well, what could only be called a deep *musk*. As if her body had been hardwired to have a response to the scent, Grace could feel a small heat starting to simmer in her core while her cheeks took on a very slight blush! Happy to escape, Grace returned a short nod and briskly walked past the bouncer after his head nod. *How could just a scent get her going like that? Was she truly such a… a slut?* She inwardly questioned herself as she traveled down the entry hall. The demonic pheromones seemed to have no trouble in affecting the noble knight~.

Grace would squint her eyes slightly as she entered the next room thanks to it being even darker. Thankfully her eyes adapted even faster this time and she looked over the room, noting the mix of a bar and alchemy shop… What an odd combination. As a sheltered noble, she didn't quite understand what the need was for the mix. Spotting who was presumably the owner, Grace felt herself relax slightly. This woman *seemed* like she was a nice lady, or at least that was the first impression that Grace received. Perhaps there wouldnt be any hassle and she could be in and out with her contraceptive! With such a goal in mind, she approached the short motherly woman.

*Brutus?* Fitting for the Minotaur. “Ah, greetings Miss Maria.” She straightened her back, her posture becoming more rigid over all and she put on a practiced smile, unconsciously treating the Maria like she would a more… reputable shop keeper. Probably not the best of moves when trying to be on the secretive side! But of course, this didn't immediately cross Grace’s mind. “I am Grace As-*ahem*. Grace will do.” She cuts herself off, realizing her mistake mid introduction and almost giving away her full name when she was supposed to be on the down low!

“I was looking to inquire about if you had any…” She blushes. “Remedies of the night? T-to prevent any… a-accidents…” She stumbled over her words slightly, finding it to be incredibly embarrassing to express her needs out loud like this! Truly, it had been the right decision to find a back alley merchant for such a question!
 
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: HP = 70, PP = 56, EP = 40, Status = Heat, Willpower = 12/14, Excited

--Slaves--
Slightly curvy but mousy thief cat girl, Hedieh
Curvy and fit anti slaver cat girl, still in slave collar, Qasemi
Dark skinned human warrior, Gehle tribe,
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---The Family---
-Those In Charge-
Garm Astrogoth - Adoptive grandfather, dying family patriarch. Made motions to end the practices of slavery and indentured servitude, very successful both financially and militarily, basically saved the dynasty in his youth and thus gets a lot of leeway in how he runs the region.
Claire Astrogoth - Garm's wife. Been dead for fifteen years.

-Her Competition-
Bastien Astrogoth - Grace's younger brother, born shortly after she was adopted. Has largely been nice to her, has not begrudged her the chance to take over the family. Average height, dark haired like Garm, even build.
Maxime Astrogoth - Branch family, daughter of Constanin, only other girl competing. Extremely militant. Outwardly friendly to Grace. Extremely fit, long red hair, considered a rare beauty.
Giles Renou - Distant branch family member who was given the chance to compete in the Choosing. Unknown party, was largely respectful the few times that Grace met him. Stocky, blonde haired, wears glasses.
Solomon Astroagoth - Son of Lucrece Astrogoth, considered by most to be a frail weakling, has no talent whatsoever for military matters, either in leading them, planning them, or acting on them himself. Decent at mathematics, poetry, and business. Makes his position on Grace unclear. Sallow faced, dark of hair.

-Her Enemies-
Aliza Astrogoth - Oldest member of the family, wife of the patriarch before Garm, a man who nearly ran the province into the ground. Fervently racist, suggested that Grace should be drowned, shot, decapitated, killed to be stuffed, and numerous other horrific things to Garm's face, often within Grace's earshot. Garm's great aunt.
Lucrece Astrogoth - Aliza's daughter, Garm's cousin, as conservative as her mother but much more diplomatic about it. Extremely nice, charitable, but thinks of Grace's opportunity to take over the family as completely illegitimate. Solomon's mother. Manages the estate when Garm is away.
Constantin Astrogoth - Member of the branch family, nephew of the head of it and noted commander at arms, particularly against river pirates coming in from the South. Fervently opposed ending slavery, has a lot of rural land directly under his control, primarily to the Southeast. Father of Maxime.
Valentine Renou - The head of the largest and most powerful branch family, managed to get his nephew Giles into the running to take over the family by deeds. Extremely militant, holds the Northeastern border against a clan of orc raiders.
Thomas Renou - Brother of Valentine, accomplished knight, fervently religious and conservative, called a paladin despite favoring modern weapons and armor. Trained Giles. Loved by the public and the army for his victories, but hated by Garm for being especially brutal.

---The Region---
Astoria - Region in Northwestern Badaria. Has control of several trade routes between Anudor, Crolia, and heartland Badaria. Ruled by the Astrogoths.
--Andros - Regional capital, large city.

---The Criminals---
The Voiceless

The Emerald Demons

The Eleventh Ward Gang

---Everyone Else---
Doctor Tombs - Anudorian Slave Caravaneer, handsome and finely dressed.
Mirchios Astrad - Anudorian Slavemaster, works for Tombs, portly bald man covered in scars, including a missing eye and a large one on the back of his head.

Anastasia Duiches - Badarian slavemistress of a lesser noble house. Black hair with red streaks, pointed hawkish nose and high cheekbones.

Captain Burton - Captain in the guards who liasons with the Astrogoths, namely Grace. Also other nobles.

Time of Year: Mid Spring.

"Grace As?" Maria replied, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. She seemed to ruminate on the name for a moment, not initially answering Grace's request, before suddenly breaking out in a knowing smile. "Oh... Ohh! Aaah, yes, of course dear~ Wouldn't want a long scandal, would we? Some eighteen years of responsibility? Hmmm.... Well..." She trailed off, peering at Grace thoughtfully for another moment. "You wait here and... Take a seat at the table there, dearie... I'll just be a moment. I've got an idea that'll do you right up!"

She would turn and head to the back, disappearing for a few seconds, but quickly returned with some ingredients. "I've got an idea for a... Special... Concoction that I'd like you to try! Something that shouldn't have any of the nasty side effects such mixtures usually come with~ If you'd be willing to spare a few moments to tell me how you're feeling as it takes effect, I'll let you off free of charge!" The shopkeep declared as she mixed something in a small cauldron, and after another few moments would finish her concoction and come ambling around the corner of her bar, jingling a bell on the wall along the way. Up close, she proved to have wide hips and a fairly curvy figure, adding to her motherly aspect, and she laid a small bottle on the table in front of grace that she hadn't bothered to stopper. Whatever it was, it was filled with an opaque, light red liquid, and smelled vaguely of cherries.

"Go on... Drink up, dearie~" her host said, gazing at her expectantly.

Rolls
Perception: 6 successes
Willpower Damage: 2

Just then, Grace would note the closing of the door, and a moment later Brutus would enter the door again, staying just in range that she caught that distracting scent again. Assuming that that didn't stop Grace from drinking the freely offered potion, which the kindly shopkeeper was clearly expecting her to do, she would drink it and initially feel.... Fine. It tasted of slightly bitter cherries, and settled warmly in her stomach, like a nice coffee. Then, after a few seconds.... A strange excitement began to thrum in her lower abdomen, like she was eager for something. It felt largely nice at first, as if something that she'd been looking forward to for a long time was about to come to pass, and Grace scarcely noticed that the heavy musk coming off of the minotaur suddenly smelled a lot nicer than it had before. "Well? What are you feeling, dearie? Anything?"
 
A tiny bit of nervousness struck Grace as Maria paused on Grace’s mistake, ruminating on it. There was no way she would be able to guess who Grace was with such a small bit of her last name, right? She inwardly sighed in relief as the shop keep moved on, leaving Grace’s mistake in the past. *Phew, her secret was still safe!* The embarrassment that came from expressing what she was looking for died down slightly during the pause from Maria but returned stronger as Maria let out that knowing smile and made her comments! “Y-yes, y-your correct on that… no scandals…” She said that final bit in a smaller voice than the rest. It would not reflect well on her Grandfather, nor her own succession chances to have such a scandal.

Grace would do as suggested, taking a seat at the table, watching while Maria bustled about behind the counter with her supplies. “A Special Concoction?... I would be happy to help you with such a thing, but could you tell me what it is supposed to do more clearly?” In Grace’s mind, by accepting the deal, she would be helping Maria with a problem of her own and she was always ready to help the common folk when able. They did need quite a bit of help after all. Grace didn't understand alchemy at all, having been raised as a knight first and foremost, thus she couldn't really follow along with what was going on back there as Maria made the potion that she wanted tested.

In addition to Grace’s willingness to help commoners, she also had a faith in people that really only came from being a sheltered knight who had been immersed in a culture of chivalry and honor. Whatever this potion was, it wouldn't be an issue for Grace to deal with, and there was no reason for Maria to purposely do her harm, thus when the potion was delivered, Grace picked it up, examined it, smelled it, and then drained it!

At the same time, out of the corner of her vision, she saw the minotaur enter the room again for some reason, though he stood back a decent amount so Grace’s combat oriented mind found that he wasn't a threat. She had the space to stand and subdue him if he attacked for some reason. This only took a moment for Grace’s mind to process. She lifted a hand and covered her mouth briefly, hiding that she was using her tongue to lick her lips and catch the remaining of the concoction. As she removed her hand, her eyebrows came together slightly as the minotaur’s scent hit her once more~. Heat started to build in her while a strange excitement and giddiness also started to build. She contributed the first to the minotaur and the second to the potion.

“Ah.” She snapped out of her thoughts as Maria asked her question. Grace unconsciously takes a deep breath, her body greatly enjoying the now sweet and delicious smelling musk, and she shivers slightly, feeling all warm and tingly~. “W-well… I feel… really giddy I guess? Was this supposed to happen?” A light blush runs over her cheeks as she takes another deep breath of musk~.
 
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: HP = 70, PP = 56, EP = 40, Status = Heat, Willpower = 2/14, Excited, Hex: Strength (Combat) from Body

--Slaves--
Slightly curvy but mousy thief cat girl, Hedieh
Curvy and fit anti slaver cat girl, still in slave collar, Qasemi
Dark skinned human warrior, Gehle tribe,
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You must be registered to see the links

---The Family---
-Those In Charge-
Garm Astrogoth - Adoptive grandfather, dying family patriarch. Made motions to end the practices of slavery and indentured servitude, very successful both financially and militarily, basically saved the dynasty in his youth and thus gets a lot of leeway in how he runs the region.
Claire Astrogoth - Garm's wife. Been dead for fifteen years.

-Her Competition-
Bastien Astrogoth - Grace's younger brother, born shortly after she was adopted. Has largely been nice to her, has not begrudged her the chance to take over the family. Average height, dark haired like Garm, even build.
Maxime Astrogoth - Branch family, daughter of Constanin, only other girl competing. Extremely militant. Outwardly friendly to Grace. Extremely fit, long red hair, considered a rare beauty.
Giles Renou - Distant branch family member who was given the chance to compete in the Choosing. Unknown party, was largely respectful the few times that Grace met him. Stocky, blonde haired, wears glasses.
Solomon Astroagoth - Son of Lucrece Astrogoth, considered by most to be a frail weakling, has no talent whatsoever for military matters, either in leading them, planning them, or acting on them himself. Decent at mathematics, poetry, and business. Makes his position on Grace unclear. Sallow faced, dark of hair.

-Her Enemies-
Aliza Astrogoth - Oldest member of the family, wife of the patriarch before Garm, a man who nearly ran the province into the ground. Fervently racist, suggested that Grace should be drowned, shot, decapitated, killed to be stuffed, and numerous other horrific things to Garm's face, often within Grace's earshot. Garm's great aunt.
Lucrece Astrogoth - Aliza's daughter, Garm's cousin, as conservative as her mother but much more diplomatic about it. Extremely nice, charitable, but thinks of Grace's opportunity to take over the family as completely illegitimate. Solomon's mother. Manages the estate when Garm is away.
Constantin Astrogoth - Member of the branch family, nephew of the head of it and noted commander at arms, particularly against river pirates coming in from the South. Fervently opposed ending slavery, has a lot of rural land directly under his control, primarily to the Southeast. Father of Maxime.
Valentine Renou - The head of the largest and most powerful branch family, managed to get his nephew Giles into the running to take over the family by deeds. Extremely militant, holds the Northeastern border against a clan of orc raiders.
Thomas Renou - Brother of Valentine, accomplished knight, fervently religious and conservative, called a paladin despite favoring modern weapons and armor. Trained Giles. Loved by the public and the army for his victories, but hated by Garm for being especially brutal.

---The Region---
Astoria - Region in Northwestern Badaria. Has control of several trade routes between Anudor, Crolia, and heartland Badaria. Ruled by the Astrogoths.
--Andros - Regional capital, large city.

---The Criminals---
The Voiceless

The Emerald Demons

The Eleventh Ward Gang

---Everyone Else---
Doctor Tombs - Anudorian Slave Caravaneer, handsome and finely dressed.
Mirchios Astrad - Anudorian Slavemaster, works for Tombs, portly bald man covered in scars, including a missing eye and a large one on the back of his head.

Anastasia Duiches - Badarian slavemistress of a lesser noble house. Black hair with red streaks, pointed hawkish nose and high cheekbones.

Captain Burton - Captain in the guards who liasons with the Astrogoths, namely Grace. Also other nobles.

Time of Year: Mid Spring.

"Oh, just ensure that you won't have any... Unwanted... Responsibilities, going forward. Nothing untoward that would result from night-time activities with a handsome paramour~ Even dragons must be careful of such things with their lovers, no?" Maria replied slyly, not giving the clearest of explanations, but if Grace insisted she would sigh, roll her eyes with a smile, and plainly say; "Birth control, dearie~ It's for birth control. I'm hoping I've made some that don't come with the cramps that such things usually come with!"

Rolls
Willpower Damage: 10

"Mmmhhh, yes, yes... That sounds about right... No discomfort, though?" The motherly alchemist replied after Grace explained what she was feeling. "Just relax dearie~ Go ahead and close your eyes for a few moments... Take deep breaths! In through the nose, out through the mouth... Let the medicine have its full effect~" She suggested, standing behind Grace and rubbing her shoulders.

The smell emanating from the minotaur was sweeter now, more readily to Grace's liking. The excitement in her belly rose, twisting slowly into a full on need, and if she'd taken Maria's advice she would find it hard not to start imagining what she'd done with Amahle earlier. Her imagination proved shockingly vivid, but strangely found those instances where the Anudorian futa was wearing protection almost painfully unsatisfying, and it made the ache twisting in her belly pulse all the harder when those fantasies turned, be they pure memory or new inventions, to when Amahle had taken her bareback and actively threatened to impregnate her.

The contact on her shoulders tightened, the massage intensifying and helping relax her muscles, leaving her in a state of intense comfort as the "medicine" did its work... Unknowingly to her, triggering an animalistic heat cycle and rapidly heightening her fertility. After just a few moments, Grace's womb was throbbing, her breathing was heavy - ensuring that the minotaur's pheromones were working on her even harder - and it was all but impossible not to think about sex. The relaxing massage made it hard to rise, however, and it felt as if Maria had somehow reached more than just her shoulders, but rather relaxed every muscle in the dragoness's body.

When Grace opened her eyes, Brutus was standing much closer... In fact, he was scarcely out of arms reach, arms at his side, and a noticeable bulge had appeared at the crotch of his loose trousers, straining the buttons containing what was likely a colossal erection. "Don't worry dearie... We're going to take excellent care of you~" Maria murmured in a slightly strange tone, having leaned down to murmur into Grace's ear, and perhaps strangely - but not as strangely as it should have been given her heat-addled state - she then leaned closer and caught one of the dragongirl's ears gently between her teeth. She nibbled sensually for a few moments before adding in a sensual purr that reminded her of how Amahle had talked while fucking her; "Just relax~ Let the medicine do its work... And then, Brutus will do his work, too~"
 
Grace would indeed insist on an explanation, wanting to know what she was going to be drinking before she did so, even if she was doing this to help the alchemist with her experiments. “I-I see… Well thats good then!” Grace responds before drinking the potion.

~~

“I do feel a little w-warm… and weird.” The heat was only growing for Grace as she breathed in the pheromones and the potion worked its magic on her body! She would do as suggested, the alchemist should know best when it came to their own potions after all. Grace closed her eyes, leaning back into the chair and started to take **deep** breaths, though instead of putting her into a calm meditative state, her heart rate started to speed up slowly with a nervous yet giddy excitement! She was unknowingly basking in demonic minotaur pheromones! Every breath was sweet, growing more and more on Grace~.

Her body started to relax while her mind started to wander back to Amahle and their deeds together! The images in her mind were surprisingly vivid as she was easily able to recall everything about how she was pushed down by the dark skinned futa and put into a position that allowed her amazing cock to oh so perfectly kiss the entrance of her womb over and over again~. Her mind wandered like this, sometimes thinking of Amahle’s well sculpted body, admiring it, while other times imagining what the futa would do to her once she returned to her tonight~. Accompanying such vivid thoughts and imaginations was a sense of wrongness when ever she remembered Amahle’s cock being covered in those *tight* condoms which prevented the futa from properly seeding her deep in her needy womb~!

Grace was fully blushing, lost in thought as she fully relaxed in the chair, breathing in demonic pheromones constantly. Her womb felt *hot* and it throbbed with the most primal of **needs**, even if Grace didnt quite understand what it was that she was *craving*.

Grace’s eyes would eventually flutter open, and she dumbly stared at the minotaur’s exposed abs that were oh so close, her eyes trailing downwards to a massive bulge in the male’s pants… she had to actively swallow the saliva that was building in her mouth~. She was huffing and puffing with sexual arousal as Maria leaned in close and whispered in her ear, her sweet breath tickling the dragoness’s ear before Grace actually *moaned* when her ear was nommed on! Amahle popped into her mind once more and she shivered from the thought of her former slave~.

Perhaps this would have gone completely according to Maria’s plan if she didnt utter that last sentence, but *something* about it clicked in Grace’s mind. Perhaps it was the admission that it was the potion doing this, but Grace came out of her trance with a lurch! She stood and stumbled away from Maria and Brutus for a few steps. “W-wait! W-what did you d-do to me?!” She tried looking over at Maria as she asked, but her vision constantly would lurch back to Brutus, especially his bulging pants, before she wrenched it away once more! There was a weakness to her that she was only just now noticing once she stood from the chair!
 
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: HP = 70, PP = 56, EP = 40, Status = Heat, Willpower = 0/14, Excited/Horny, Hex: Strength (Combat) from Body, Fertility; +21

--Slaves--
Slightly curvy but mousy thief cat girl, Hedieh
Curvy and fit anti slaver cat girl, still in slave collar, Qasemi
Dark skinned human warrior, Gehle tribe,
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You must be registered to see the links

---The Family---
-Those In Charge-
Garm Astrogoth - Adoptive grandfather, dying family patriarch. Made motions to end the practices of slavery and indentured servitude, very successful both financially and militarily, basically saved the dynasty in his youth and thus gets a lot of leeway in how he runs the region.
Claire Astrogoth - Garm's wife. Been dead for fifteen years.

-Her Competition-
Bastien Astrogoth - Grace's younger brother, born shortly after she was adopted. Has largely been nice to her, has not begrudged her the chance to take over the family. Average height, dark haired like Garm, even build.
Maxime Astrogoth - Branch family, daughter of Constanin, only other girl competing. Extremely militant. Outwardly friendly to Grace. Extremely fit, long red hair, considered a rare beauty.
Giles Renou - Distant branch family member who was given the chance to compete in the Choosing. Unknown party, was largely respectful the few times that Grace met him. Stocky, blonde haired, wears glasses.
Solomon Astroagoth - Son of Lucrece Astrogoth, considered by most to be a frail weakling, has no talent whatsoever for military matters, either in leading them, planning them, or acting on them himself. Decent at mathematics, poetry, and business. Makes his position on Grace unclear. Sallow faced, dark of hair.

-Her Enemies-
Aliza Astrogoth - Oldest member of the family, wife of the patriarch before Garm, a man who nearly ran the province into the ground. Fervently racist, suggested that Grace should be drowned, shot, decapitated, killed to be stuffed, and numerous other horrific things to Garm's face, often within Grace's earshot. Garm's great aunt.
Lucrece Astrogoth - Aliza's daughter, Garm's cousin, as conservative as her mother but much more diplomatic about it. Extremely nice, charitable, but thinks of Grace's opportunity to take over the family as completely illegitimate. Solomon's mother. Manages the estate when Garm is away.
Constantin Astrogoth - Member of the branch family, nephew of the head of it and noted commander at arms, particularly against river pirates coming in from the South. Fervently opposed ending slavery, has a lot of rural land directly under his control, primarily to the Southeast. Father of Maxime.
Valentine Renou - The head of the largest and most powerful branch family, managed to get his nephew Giles into the running to take over the family by deeds. Extremely militant, holds the Northeastern border against a clan of orc raiders.
Thomas Renou - Brother of Valentine, accomplished knight, fervently religious and conservative, called a paladin despite favoring modern weapons and armor. Trained Giles. Loved by the public and the army for his victories, but hated by Garm for being especially brutal.

---The Region---
Astoria - Region in Northwestern Badaria. Has control of several trade routes between Anudor, Crolia, and heartland Badaria. Ruled by the Astrogoths.
--Andros - Regional capital, large city.

---The Criminals---
The Voiceless

The Emerald Demons

The Eleventh Ward Gang

---Everyone Else---
Doctor Tombs - Anudorian Slave Caravaneer, handsome and finely dressed.
Mirchios Astrad - Anudorian Slavemaster, works for Tombs, portly bald man covered in scars, including a missing eye and a large one on the back of his head.

Anastasia Duiches - Badarian slavemistress of a lesser noble house. Black hair with red streaks, pointed hawkish nose and high cheekbones.

Captain Burton - Captain in the guards who liaisons with the Astrogoths, namely Grace. Also other nobles.

Time of Year: Mid Spring.

Rolls
Willpower Damage: 8, though 2 would have been enough; Grace becomes Horny.

Maria stumbled back slightly as Grace suddenly rose, though the dragoness found that her legs felt like jelly, partially because of the magic that Maria had cast but in no small part due to how hard the minotaur's pheromones were hitting her. Even after leveling her accusation, it was hard to look away from the source of the alluring scent, which grew more distracting with every inhaled breath, and Brutus glared back impassively as his pheromones steadily eroded away Grace's dwindling willpower. Maria, grinning maniacally from behind her, would wait a few moments before replying; "Oh, I just made sure that a witless subhuman noble learned what she's actually good for!"

There was a venom to her voice, but by that point Grace couldn't even think straight, and she quickly had a fairly significant distraction in the form of the hulking demonic beast stepping forward and grabbing her by the shoulder. Though some part of her might want to put up a fight, her lust was so great that her limbs felt like jello and her eyes could scarcely leave the bulge pulsating in the minotaur's trousers. What little struggles Grace put up did nothing to prevent Brutus from casually pulling her clothes and armor off, one piece at a time. Her weapons were set aside first, then her armor, then her clothes. He was just careful enough to keep anything from being damaged, at least until she was down to her underwear. That, the beastman simply ripped off, leaving Grace stark naked on the table that he had pinned her to.

Maria had been collecting her discarded gear and placing it on another table, but once Grace was naked the matronly woman sidled over, her hips swaying. "There, much better~ Quite the body, too! A little thin on the curves, but, after Brutus here makes you a mother, I'm sure you'll fill out some more!" She said, using the motherly voice that she'd initially used when luring Grace in, but she was leering sadistically down at the drugged noblewoman now. The woman turned to Brutus, casually undoing the front of his trousers and reaching into the telltale bulge there. "Oh my~ He's gotten all hard for you, dearie... D'you want to see what he's got for you?"

Maria's taunting question proved to be rhetorical, as after a few moments she undid the minotaur's pants the rest of the way and slid down. She gave an affected gasp as the beast's cock came free of its confines, easily over a foot long already and sported a flared tip. "He's a big one, isn't he? And he's not even all the way hard yet~" she murmured, glancing at Grace as she began to slowly stroke the beast's immense tool from base to just below the helmet. Her other hand reached down as she continued to tug the minotaur to full hardness, and she grasped the beastman's hanging sack. "He's big here, too~ Its been a while since he's had... Relief... So these are very full~ All that sperm... Hot... Potent... Ready and eager to all go inside you... Make you swell... I'm almost jealous~" She crooned, and Grace would note that her fingers couldn't close fully around his shaft, and his massive balls were so big that one of them filled her palm completely.

After about a minute, the minotaur was fully erect, his immense rod pulsing in the shopkeep's hand, and a bead of pearly white precum appeared on his tip. When she noticed it, Maria drew the minotaur forward with her grip on his erection, leaving it hovering against her belly, and then released his erection and gathered it up on her finger with a swipe. "Mmmmhhhh... See that? He's all excited for you~" Maria declared, before bringing that glob of pre to her lips and sucking it clear of her digit. "Mmmhhhh~ Potent... He doesn't need the help knocking you up, buuuut..." That finger was next placed on Grace's belly, just over her womb, "it never hurts to make sure~"

Magic suddenly rushed into her system, the spell coiling around her ovaries and encouraging them to do their work. Grace felt a pleasant tingling to either side of her womb, and after a moment a twinge on its left side, then another on her right, as her egg were unleashed. Though they might have been released into the reach of Amahle's leftover sperm, the dark skinned futa's virile swimmers would very soon have a whole lot of competition that might very well steal the prizes that they were already surrounding. After ensuring that the dragoness was ovulating, Maria slid back a step, grinning at Brutus. "Go on~ She's all yours!"

The minotaur, at last unleashed to do as he pleased with the dragoness, wasted no time; Brutus reared his hips back, the bottom edge of the bestial demon's flared cap dragging against her currently flat tummy, and lined up the flat tip of its erection with her slit. He pushed forward, and slowly but surely the pressure of her tight sex gave way until, finally, the beast's flared tip spread her inner walls as he pierced her. The initial penetration was heavenly, giving Grace a momentary relief from the overwhelming ache in her belly alongside a wave of pleasure from being so completely and utterly filled, and the minotaur growled intensely as he enjoyed her clenching tightness... And kept on pushing, going deeper and deeper until, finally, his helmet pressed up against the entrance to her fertile womb, though a couple inches still remained outside of her, something that the beast was clearly intent on fixing as he reared back halfway and then buried himself all over again, forcing Grace to take another few centimeters. He would repeat that until she felt his balls resting against her ass, having forced her body to stretch to accommodate his full length, his thick girth ensuring that she felt every vein pulsating against her inner walls in intimate detail as he took a brief pause before he really started pounding her.
 
It was only when Grace jumped up from her seat that she could even feel the sudden weakness in her legs! She was so caught off guard by it that she stumbled and almost fell to the ground right then and there, but even with her mind rapidly losing focus, muscle memory and sharp reflexes saved her, allowing her to recover and create *some* distance between herself and the pair!

After all the years of grueling training that Grace had gone through, preparing her to fight against evil and injustice, she *knew* what her body was able to do quite well, thus she almost immediately recognized how unnatural this weakness was!~. *Magic! O-or the drink had been spiked w-with something!* The Dragoness’s mind continued to rapidly erode into degeneracy as the pheromones continued their work of prepping her body for breeding, her eyes finding it harder and harder to look away from the Minotaur’s **sculpted** body~. Even in this state, she heard Maria’s insult, the venom that filled it to the bring, and it was enough to *barely* pull her stare off of the Minotaur, turning towards the alchemist with a shuddering gasp of disbelief! *W-why? O-Only her family were supposed to hate her for such a stupid reason…*

As it just so happens, Grace’s gasp would bring in a new rush of pheromones, banishing all thoughts from her mind once more as dreams of being ravished by this Minotaur once more flooded through her mind~! After her accusation, every single second that passed only worsened the Knight’s condition as she breathed in more and more of that hunky Minotaur’s pheromones. She didn't even offer up a fight as the Minotaur suddenly stepped towards her, bathing her even more in his pheromones as he grabbed her and oh so casually, began to pull apart her armor and then clothes~. “N-no…. D-don't you d-dare *Huuuah* L-lay a f-finger on m-me…” She weakly complained even as she was ignored and was continuously touched during the removal of her protection, her eyes now unable to stray far from the pulsating *bulge* in the minotaur’s pants! She lifted her arms, trying to push away the Minotaur’s own *massively* muscled arms, but her efforts were so weak it was doubtful if the Minotaur could even feel resistance~. By the time that she had been stripped to her underwear, a matching pair of light blue panties and bra, her nipples would be clearly poking into her bra, hard as diamonds, while her panties had a *massive* dark stain as love juices poured from her traitorously eager pussy~!

And with a sudden ripping sound, the noble’s lingerie was forcibly ripped from her frame, leaving her completely nude before the Minotaur and Alchemist! There was a brief pause, as if to take in the noble view, before the Dragoness was suddenly grabbed and pushed backwards onto a table, one of the Minotaur’s passive paws coming forwards to pin her atop it! Unable to fight it, Grace does the only thing she can do and her arms shamefully go to cover her breasts and pussy, hiding the pinkness of both from her attacker’s sights.

The cold air shook the lewd fog from Grace’s mind for a moment, just long enough that she **glared** at Maria for this humiliation before the next rush of pheromones left her addled once more in overwhelming arousal and lust~!

The Dragoness would suddenly *twitch* at Maria’s words as she sauntered over from a nearby table. The full body flush that had taken Grace by this point deepened as her body reacted to the words. “...M-m-mother?” Grace fearfully asked, equal parts arousal and horror dripped from her tone as she stared directly at the meaty implement which would make this come true! *S-she couldnt be a mother! N-not yet! T-this was why she had come here in the first place!* And yet, even as these thoughts ran through her mind, Grace couldn't even bring herself to attempt to flee, yet alone to fight! Her eyes suddenly locked onto Maria’s hands as they entered her vision and began to play with the drawstrings holding the minotaur’s pants up. She didn't respond verbally to the taunt, but her breaths audibly grew faster and excited, she also bit the corner of her lower lip in anticipation, while blatantly staring at what the shopkeeper was doing!

Grace matched Maria’s gasp, although hers was genuine! Immediately her mind compares the Minotaur’s massive cock to Amahle’s and finds it easily comparable to her first true lover’s! “W-what?! B-but t-thats already t-too big…” She dumbly says, staring at the **semi** erect cock in a mix of awe and fear! The arousal was becoming too much! She couldnt fight it… As she watched Maria play with the *heavy* balls and describe just how *full* they were and how they would surely be emptied directly into her womb, Grace’s body fully betrayed her and the fingers that were supposed to hide her delicate pink slit began to move up and down, rubbing at that insatiable heat within her core!

About halfway through the minute that it took for Maria to slowly stroke Brutus to full length, Grace’s fingers sunk into her pussy with an audible squelch, such was the sheer volume of love juices that she was soaked with~! She continued to stare, mouth wide open in continuous disbelief as Maria guided the minotaur forwards so that his full length came to rest against her bare, and for now, flat tummy! She visibly and audibly swallowed the accumulated drool in her mouth as Maria used the tip of her finger to collect that heavy drop of precum and lick it up. *T-that was his precum!? B-but it was already so white and thick…*

She suddenly gasps as Maria leans forwards and plants her palm over Grace’s womb, a flash of comfortable heat racing through the Dragoness’s entire body. Even as she felt her womb heat up and the pleasant twinges to either side of it, Grace’s vision shakily left the massive rod laying across her belly to look at Maria with a hint of fear joining that arousal and vulnerability in her eyes! “W-what d-did you do?...”

As soon as she asked, Maria gave Brutus the go ahead, sealing the Dragoness’s fate to bear the minotaur’s child! Grace gasps and her eyes dart back to Brutus’s monster of a cock as it begins to drag its flared tip downwards across her belly, towards her currently still tight and pristine pink flower~! She had no doubt after having it laid down atop her belly that her pussy would no longer be the same if this beast took her! There was no way it could fit! He was too massive! She began to mewl protests, the hand that had been masturbating even trying to deflect the flared head away! Ironically though, her weak and meaningless efforts only served to help the Minotaur to line up with her entrance~.

She felt a pressure at her entrance before all resistance dropped the moment the flared tip of the minotaur’s cock slipped into her, scraping its way across her sensitive walls, all the way to the entrance of her womb, leaving no surface unbullied! Grace’s head leaned back and she let out an utterly **blissful** moan as not only massive amounts of pleasure ran up and down her spine, but it also felt like someone had just dumped a bucket of water on the raging inferno that was in her lower core! She felt utterly full when the movement came to a stop, flared head kissing the entrance to her womb~. This fullness was qualitatively different from when Amahle had filled her… It felt like she was actually being… stretched, so that the minotaur’s cock could actually fit, such was the immense girth and length! But it didn't hurt!

Her head stayed back, more moans and gasps leaving her plush lips as Brutus pulled his hips back, leaving Grace only half filled. There was a pause, before Brutus swung his hips forwards once more, a little more force behind the movement than before, and Grace felt herself *stretch* even more as the Minotaur forced more of his cock into her! She gasped! “T-too much~! B-break, I-I’ll break!” She mewled and she lifted her head to look downwards, just in time to see and *feel* as Brutus sunk the last of his cock meat into her, his virulent and full balls now resting against her ass cheeks! In the short pause that ensued, Grace stared down at her now bulging belly with a mix of awe and horror~! She lifted a hand and softly put it atop her formally flat tummy, truly feeling just how full and stretched she was around this invader! He was going to mold her pussy around his cock~!
 
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: HP = 70, PP = 56, EP = 40, Status = Heat, Willpower = 0/14, Excited/Horny, Hex: Strength (Combat) from Body, Fertility; +21, Pregnant with minotuar twins, Weakened x4

--Slaves--
Slightly curvy but mousy thief cat girl, Hedieh
Curvy and fit anti slaver cat girl, still in slave collar, Qasemi
Dark skinned human warrior, Gehle tribe,
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---The Family---
-Those In Charge-
Garm Astrogoth - Adoptive grandfather, dying family patriarch. Made motions to end the practices of slavery and indentured servitude, very successful both financially and militarily, basically saved the dynasty in his youth and thus gets a lot of leeway in how he runs the region.
Claire Astrogoth - Garm's wife. Been dead for fifteen years.

-Her Competition-
Bastien Astrogoth - Grace's younger brother, born shortly after she was adopted. Has largely been nice to her, has not begrudged her the chance to take over the family. Average height, dark haired like Garm, even build.
Maxime Astrogoth - Branch family, daughter of Constanin, only other girl competing. Extremely militant. Outwardly friendly to Grace. Extremely fit, long red hair, considered a rare beauty.
Giles Renou - Distant branch family member who was given the chance to compete in the Choosing. Unknown party, was largely respectful the few times that Grace met him. Stocky, blonde haired, wears glasses.
Solomon Astroagoth - Son of Lucrece Astrogoth, considered by most to be a frail weakling, has no talent whatsoever for military matters, either in leading them, planning them, or acting on them himself. Decent at mathematics, poetry, and business. Makes his position on Grace unclear. Sallow faced, dark of hair.

-Her Enemies-
Aliza Astrogoth - Oldest member of the family, wife of the patriarch before Garm, a man who nearly ran the province into the ground. Fervently racist, suggested that Grace should be drowned, shot, decapitated, killed to be stuffed, and numerous other horrific things to Garm's face, often within Grace's earshot. Garm's great aunt.
Lucrece Astrogoth - Aliza's daughter, Garm's cousin, as conservative as her mother but much more diplomatic about it. Extremely nice, charitable, but thinks of Grace's opportunity to take over the family as completely illegitimate. Solomon's mother. Manages the estate when Garm is away.
Constantin Astrogoth - Member of the branch family, nephew of the head of it and noted commander at arms, particularly against river pirates coming in from the South. Fervently opposed ending slavery, has a lot of rural land directly under his control, primarily to the Southeast. Father of Maxime.
Valentine Renou - The head of the largest and most powerful branch family, managed to get his nephew Giles into the running to take over the family by deeds. Extremely militant, holds the Northeastern border against a clan of orc raiders.
Thomas Renou - Brother of Valentine, accomplished knight, fervently religious and conservative, called a paladin despite favoring modern weapons and armor. Trained Giles. Loved by the public and the army for his victories, but hated by Garm for being especially brutal.

---The Region---
Astoria - Region in Northwestern Badaria. Has control of several trade routes between Anudor, Crolia, and heartland Badaria. Ruled by the Astrogoths.
--Andros - Regional capital, large city.

---The Criminals---
The Voiceless

The Emerald Demons

The Eleventh Ward Gang

---Everyone Else---
Doctor Tombs - Anudorian Slave Caravaneer, handsome and finely dressed.
Mirchios Astrad - Anudorian Slavemaster, works for Tombs, portly bald man covered in scars, including a missing eye and a large one on the back of his head.

Anastasia Duiches - Badarian slavemistress of a lesser noble house. Black hair with red streaks, pointed hawkish nose and high cheekbones.

Captain Burton - Captain in the guards who liaisons with the Astrogoths, namely Grace. Also other nobles.

Time of Year: Mid Spring.

Maria grinned down at Grace, but didn't answer until she was stuffed to the brim with pulsating minotaur cock, at which point the older woman leaned down to practically splay herself onto the table next to the cock-captive dragoness. "I made sure you're going to be very.... Very... VERY fertile for him~ When he cums... There's no way he won't get you pregnant~ I bet one little glob of pre would be enough!" She murmured into Grace's ear, a hand sliding over Grace's slightly stretched belly down to began rolling her fingers over the knight's clit. She could feel the amorous demon-beast tightening his grip on her while his erection pulsed within her depths, his hot breath washing down across her as Brutus snorted in bliss at her crushing tightness.

True to the amorous witch's threat, a pair of her eggs were already waiting, exposed to the leftovers of Amahle's earlier release inside of her. They were not alone for nearly long enough to wear through the surface of the dragon's ova, however, as Grace felt a particularly momentous throb from the meat splitting her in half that, a moment later, left a hot glob of the minotaur's pre practically sticking to the entrance to her womb. Amahle's seed didn't have long to try and take root before it would be forced aside by overwhelming numbers, and even that glob of pre left her swimmers facing stringent competition for whose genetic lineage would grow with her imminent conception...

"Oh you'll break~ Not your body though... Just your worthless empty little mind~" Maria replied to Grace's breathless complaint, and Maria then traced the outline of the minotaur's immense rod in her tummy with a finger, gliding it across Grace's stretched skin. "Your body will be put to good use when you're broken though~ You'll get to feel like this all the time, so long as you're a good whore and do as you're told... Not that we're going to give you a choice~"

It was at that point that Brutus reared back and started to thrust properly, withdrawing firmly until only his flared helmet remained within her inner walls only to slam forward again such that his balls slapped against the dragoness's rear... And that was bliss that Grace had never even considered possible. The drugs she'd been hit with left her entire system roaring with need, and the minotaur was fulfilling that need like few other creatures could, every stroke sending her nerves into overdrive with ecstatic sensation. In less than a minute she was driven breathless with pleasure, her entire body shuddering in an orgasm from barely two dozen thrusts. Maria laughed derisively as Grace's honey coated her fingers, squirting out as Brutus continued to fuck her, and then slipped back off of the table to brush her now moistened fingers across the minotaur's arm; "Fuck her good~ Maybe they'll give you another turn with her sometime if you break her well enough!"

With that, the proprietor slipped over to one of the other tables to watch, and Brutus sped up further as his grip tightened yet again. The minotaur wordlessly pounding into her, holding her pinned even though she couldn't have thrown him off even if she'd wanted to at this point, as he took his pleasure. She could feel those heavy balls bouncing against her with every meaty clap of the larger man's hips impacting against her, feel the minotaur twitch and throb inside of her as she enjoyed her fluttering, gripping tightness, and could feel the occasional glob of pre joining what was already present inside of her, but the most powerful sensations always came when Grace herself did. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body, her releases practically dovetailing off one another, leaving the dragoness breathless and thoughtless with pure ecstasy. What little discomfort she'd felt from being so heavily stretched wasn't even a memory now, there was only the pleasure, and that came in torrential buckets that made any thought but encouraging more of it impossible.

Maria, in the meantime, had sauntered off and hiked up her dress, openly masturbating with three fingers as she watched Grace being plowed. It wouldn't be until the minotaur was nearing his own release - signalled by heavier breathing and even heavier pounding - that the woman seemed to near her own release, however, breathlessly cooing; "Ohfuck... Ohhh! Oh he's gonna CUM!" While she sped up the work of her own fingers, Brutus sped up the work of his cock, stroking into Grace with wild abandon as he glared down at her. After another minute or so, the minotaur bottomed into her, but he didn't fill her just yet. Grace felt a burning heat near the base of his cock, one that advanced by a leap into her, before he began to make short, rapid thrusts that had his flared tip constantly worrying her deepest reaches. The following handful of seconds felt like years as that heat advanced towards her, the minotaur panting and grunting as his strokes grew faster and shorter until, finally... That heat reached his tip and beyond, and her world exploded in bliss as one last thunderous orgasm wracked her body.

The minotaur came like a firehose inside of her, his first burst blasting against the roof of her fertile womb and splashing in every direction, followed by a second, a third, a fourth... Every one of them huge, such that by the fifth it felt like her womb was utterly full of the demonic beastman's potent seed... And he was only half done. Spurt after spurt continued to fill her, kept locked inside of her by the shape of his tip, forcing her fertile depths to accept more and more and more; all in all Brutus filled her with eleven full on spurts, enough to fill Grace's womb completely and then force it to stretch to accomodate his load... And ensuring that her eggs were promptly surrounded, overwhelmed, and ultimately fertilized by HIS seed...

And then, her breaking had - at least for the moment - seemingly come to an end, as Brutus would slowly pull out, allowing her slightly bloated uterus to start expelling some of his copious amounts of semen. The minotaur rested his cock over her bell, globs still oozing onto her belly as he panted through the aftershocks of his release. Maria, likewise, was clearly enjoying her orgasmic afterglow, staring at the freshly impregnated dragoness with a contented but still malicious grin. The drugs in her system felt like they were wearing off, or perhaps had been burnt out by the brutal fucking she'd just received... But that did nothing to keep her limbs from feeling like jelly, nor her thoughts from feeling like lead, nor prevent a strong desire for more pleasure after what she'd just been subjected to.
 
By the time Maria did answer Grace’s fearful question, the knightess’s glare had already evaporated, her attention so stolen by the *massive* minotaur cock now buried inside of her practically unused flower that she *almost* missed what the alchemist said. A fresh wave of fear of motherhood blossomed in her and she breathlessly begged before Brutus really started to get going, forgetting her pride for the moment~, “N-no.. P-please dont *Mhh~* d-do *A-ahn~!* this.” Her words turned choppy as Maria played with her clit, her pussy trying to further squeeze the mino’s cock in response to the Alchemist’s teasing. She wasn't ready to be a mother and a pregnancy out of wedlock would have the traditional Elders of the family looking down upon her even more!

Moments later, the noble dragoness felt a heat blossom against her cervix as a blob of thick precum was painted across it. The minotaur’s precum alone already possessed a heat that made Grace vividly aware of its presence. She already knew she was ovulating as well due to the alchemist, and the thought of being filled to the brim with hot cum sent her heart shamefully aflutter despite her fears!

Listening to the poison laced words of the alchemist, imagining herself being *degraded* into an empty fuck puppet… A red hot flash of emotion and Grace was suddenly snarling at Maria, attempting to rise once more, only to be thoroughly thwarted by Brutus’s grip upon her! “How dare y-*Ahhhhn~!*" Grace’s swelling pride was trampled back into the void as the Minotaur casually swung his hips, making a mockery of that draconic pride~! Grace thought she had learned what bliss felt like under Amahle’s passionate mating press, but… but this…what was to come would expose her naivety once more~. Pure pleasure slammed through her, stunning and overloading her mind as the minotaur’s mammoth cock slammed into her, burying itself to its hilt before pulling back so just the flared head of the monstrous cock remained inside before sheathing once more~! Over and over again, Brutus pummeled Grace’s cervix, stretching and molding her pussy walls around his cock, turning her into his own personal fleshlight. Within the first few blows, Grace’s mind was already starting to go blank as the drugs only amplified the greatest pleasure Grace has ever known while also instilling a supreme need within her that was *undeniable* now that she had tasted relief from it!

Orgasmic pressure rapidly grew in her lower belly. The noble was loudly moaning and trembling, her legs quivering, her eyes unfocusing, her pride… shredding~. She was thrown across the edge of orgasmic bliss like she had been shot from a trebuchet, the first of **many** to come. She *screamed* her bliss, losing control of her legs as they raised into the air, shaking wildly as they instinctively wrapped around the Mintotaur’s waist in a leg lock while she squirted her love juices all over his cock and Maria’s fingers! The orgasm wiped her mind clean of thoughts, and with Brutus not even slowing down despite her pussy’s best attempts to clamp down and hug his baby maker, the aftershocks were strong enough that it was as if the orgasm was never ending, preventing her from truly comprehending Maria’s comment to the brute!

The breeding of a new generation of high nobles went on and on, the orgasms chaining together so that they never really ended, transforming Grace’s life into one made purely of mind melting bliss! And despite the overwhelming pleasure, she could still *vividly* feel each time his heavy and full balls slapped against her rear and every time he deposited another glob of hot and thick precum against the entrance to her baby room~! All thoughts of resisting this, of *stopping* this had been fucked right out of her~. Gods… she wanted to know how it would feel to have him cum in her…

By the time Brutus started to show the signs of his first orgasm, Grace’s draconic tail had at some point, during one of her many orgasms, followed suit with her legs and has wrapped around one of Brutus’s legs, hugging him close as an unrestrained desire for *more* was forcibly carved into Grace’s mind! As Maria teased her over the incoming demonic climax, Grace visibly quivered from the words alone, though even she would have a hard time telling if it had been from excitement or dread at this point. Her eyes were open wide and wild with lust as she felt the heat building in his cock, a manic and twisted excitement shining in them~. Grace shuddered and mewled pitifully as she felt her own orgasm building once more with the shortened and frantic thrusting of the brute. Here it came, she was going to be bred, to be forced to be a mother by this rape! …And at this moment, she couldn't even remember why she didn't want him to cum inside of her~.

Feeling Amahle cum inside of her earlier this morning had been the peak of Grace’s sex life, the best pleasure she had ever felt and one had degenerately fantasized about while stuck in her manor, but this memory was completely shattered and replaced with just the first blast of cum into her fertile womb by the Minotaur! Feeling liquid heat being forcibly injected right into her womb sent Grace into the strongest orgasm of her life! ..so far that is~! She silently screamed, her whole body going tense, her pussy desperately *squeezing* its invader in order to milk as much baby batter as possible right into her womb~. Her body had given in long before this point, ready and eager to bear the demonic beastman’s twins! With each blast of cum, Grace would experience her orgasm peaking again and again, lengthening it to now also being her longest orgasm she's ever had! Her eyes started to roll up into her head as her womb filled and soon was forced to expand like her pussy had in order to contain all the sperm being pumped directly into it. Trillions upon trillions of demon swimmers swarmed her eggs like piranhas in a feeding frenzy. Even with Grace being fucked silly as she was now, there would be no room for doubt. She **knew** that she was pregnant now~. She would be a mother. Her bloodline had been tainted~. She shuddered in pleasure as an aftershock rocked through her.

Grace had lost track of time, and by the time Brutus had finally started to pull out, it had felt like that last orgasm had lasted for hours instead of minutes. Grace laid there, visibly twitching as orgasmic aftershocks rolled through her body endlessly and as the father of her babies unplugged her womb and laid his cock upon her bloated belly. The minotaur's baby batter was so thick that even with how bloated her baby room was with the impossibly virile stuff, it was only leaking from her well stretched flower in a slow but thick flow~ His seed was so sticky that it was like glue, clogging her up and leaving the mind numbing heat in her womb~. She stared blankly up at the ceiling for a little while, her pleasure burnt mind refusing to work. Slowly, thoughts began to appear once more, beginning with the shameful thought of how **amazing** that had felt! A tired humiliation filled her, especially so as Maria came into view, grinning down at her with her malicious grin. Why… why did that have to feel so goddamn good…

It was only then that she realized she had a stupid smile on her own face, which was swiftly replaced with a grimace and more humiliation! She turned her head away from her tormentors, looking to the side where her gear had been so haphazardly and easily tossed away. Spotting her sword, she weakly moved her arm towards it, grasping for it as if to call it to her hand from across the room… as if she could solve all of her problems if only she had it in hand!
 
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: HP = 70, PP = 56, EP = 40, Status = Sealed, Bound, Obedience Collar, Pregnant with minotuar twins

--Slaves--
Slightly curvy but mousy thief cat girl, Hedieh
Curvy and fit anti slaver cat girl, still in slave collar, Qasemi
Dark skinned human warrior, Gehle tribe,
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---The Family---
-Those In Charge-
Garm Astrogoth - Adoptive grandfather, dying family patriarch. Made motions to end the practices of slavery and indentured servitude, very successful both financially and militarily, basically saved the dynasty in his youth and thus gets a lot of leeway in how he runs the region.
Claire Astrogoth - Garm's wife. Been dead for fifteen years.

-Her Competition-
Bastien Astrogoth - Grace's younger brother, born shortly after she was adopted. Has largely been nice to her, has not begrudged her the chance to take over the family. Average height, dark haired like Garm, even build.
Maxime Astrogoth - Branch family, daughter of Constanin, only other girl competing. Extremely militant. Outwardly friendly to Grace. Extremely fit, long red hair, considered a rare beauty.
Giles Renou - Distant branch family member who was given the chance to compete in the Choosing. Unknown party, was largely respectful the few times that Grace met him. Stocky, blonde haired, wears glasses.
Solomon Astroagoth - Son of Lucrece Astrogoth, considered by most to be a frail weakling, has no talent whatsoever for military matters, either in leading them, planning them, or acting on them himself. Decent at mathematics, poetry, and business. Makes his position on Grace unclear. Sallow faced, dark of hair.

-Her Enemies-
Aliza Astrogoth - Oldest member of the family, wife of the patriarch before Garm, a man who nearly ran the province into the ground. Fervently racist, suggested that Grace should be drowned, shot, decapitated, killed to be stuffed, and numerous other horrific things to Garm's face, often within Grace's earshot. Garm's great aunt.
Lucrece Astrogoth - Aliza's daughter, Garm's cousin, as conservative as her mother but much more diplomatic about it. Extremely nice, charitable, but thinks of Grace's opportunity to take over the family as completely illegitimate. Solomon's mother. Manages the estate when Garm is away.
Constantin Astrogoth - Member of the branch family, nephew of the head of it and noted commander at arms, particularly against river pirates coming in from the South. Fervently opposed ending slavery, has a lot of rural land directly under his control, primarily to the Southeast. Father of Maxime.
Valentine Renou - The head of the largest and most powerful branch family, managed to get his nephew Giles into the running to take over the family by deeds. Extremely militant, holds the Northeastern border against a clan of orc raiders.
Thomas Renou - Brother of Valentine, accomplished knight, fervently religious and conservative, called a paladin despite favoring modern weapons and armor. Trained Giles. Loved by the public and the army for his victories, but hated by Garm for being especially brutal.

---The Region---
Astoria - Region in Northwestern Badaria. Has control of several trade routes between Anudor, Crolia, and heartland Badaria. Ruled by the Astrogoths.
--Andros - Regional capital, large city.

---The Criminals---
The Voiceless

The Emerald Demons

The Eleventh Ward Gang

Maria, finishing up her own enjoyment, would stand up on wobbly legs and saunter over, gathering up a sample of the minotaur's cum from Grace's belly and holding the fresh pearly cream up in front of Grace's face, spreading her fingers slowly to make the strands of cum stretch. "Mmmmhhhhh.... Look at that~ So fucking thick... You're knocked up for sure!" The witch purred, before moving that hand closer to Grace's mouth. "Go on, have a taste~ It won't be the last time... We'll have you trained up into a good little cocksucker soon enough!"

She would practically shove those cum covered fingers into Grace's mouth at the slightest opportunity, forcing the thoroughly beaten dragoness to taste a sample of the potent cream currently oozing from her thoroughly impregnated pussy. It had a heavy, salty flavor, and was so thick that she could practically chew on it, and Maria would ensure that her fingers were cleaned before withdrawing them... At which point she casually knocked Grace's sword out of her weakened fingers. "Oh, no no no dearie~" She cooed, before planting a hand on her forehead; "Goodnight!"

And that was the last thing Grace knew for some time...

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When she next woke up, Grace was in a cell smaller than some of the closets in her family home. She was lying on a bench, a collar around her neck connected by a chain to a ring on the nearby wall. Said walls were stone, save for the one narrow barred wall, as was the floor. Through the bars she could see only the faint blue glow of an enchanted lightstone, located somewhere out of her line of sight. Across the hall was bare stone, allowing her no view of anyone else who might be present, though she could hear movement and breathing suggested that she wasn't entirely alone wherever she was. Neither her equipment nor her captors were anywhere to be seen, and Grace had been given naught to wear but a loincloth, a cloth chestwrap, and a pair of slippers. Her cell, besides the cot she was lying on, had a toilet, a sink, and little else.

Worst of all, her belly was now engorged, as though she were already several months pregnants. It was far too late for a morning after draught to be of any use; whatever was growing in her womb she would now have to carry to term. Her breasts were also slightly swollen, and too much pressure on them would cause them to leak milk.
 
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The noble Dragoness’s energy had literally been fucked right out of her. The ceaseless orgasms, the unending shivers and twitches that they had sent through her left Grace feeling sore and unable to move or focus, and so, when Maria appeared over her, Grace could only glare through blurry eyes, unable to really move. She was still panting for air as well~. Eventually, as she felt movement along her tummy, Grace’s eyes started to focus as Maria held up a glob of the minotaur’s thick cum. It was… it was so *thick~*. Grace shuddered, a look of dismay flashing across her expression, realizing there was no way that she *wasnt* pregnant now! But almost immediately, that grimace turned into a glare of hate towards Maria. “F-fuck yo-” She tried cursing out the alchemist as she ordered the noble to have a taste… which ironically gave Maria the opening she needed to force her fingers in!

Grace’s eyes went wide as a heady flavor exploded in her mouth. It clung to her mouth, imprinting that heavy salty flavor upon her mind as she struggled with the thickness and stickiness. Unable to spit it out due to Maria, (and she would if she could have) Grace had to practically chew it to swallow it, which just released more of that heady cum flavor over her taste buds, sure to leave a lingering aftertaste as well!

With how tired she was, she was unable to react or defend herself as her sword was once more knocked out of her hands, and she was sent off into the darkness of unconsciousness, fear tainting her last conscious thoughts…

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Grace awoke with a gasp, and strangely struggled to get into an upright sitting position. Her whole body ached and her thoughts felt like sludge. She looked around her surroundings, only to find that she was in a… in a cell… She had been captured! H-how dare they collar her! Memories flooded back and the sludge covering her thoughts was blown away as adrenaline raced through her at *how* she had been captured!

It was only as this adrenaline raced through her that she became aware of a strange feeling. She looked down and *gasped*. H-her… her belly… A mix of horror and despair flooded her. She had been impregnated, she had been defeated by a cock and captured! H-how was she going to get out of this!? W-would she be able to complete her mission!? W-what would her Grandpa think about this!? Thoughts like these paralyzed Grace for a few minutes as she stared down at her round belly, her hands slowly caressing the bump, like she was hoping her eyes had been deceiving her, but no… Her belly really was *round*, like she had been pregnant for a few months already!

…That thought brought another one fourth. J-Just how long had she been unconscious? She didnt feel physically weak like when she had b-been... been fucked unconscious... That only further added to the question of how long she had been unconscious! Slowly, she began to inspect the other changed part of her. Her breasts felt swollen, although not like they were full. She gave them a soft, experimental squeeze, causing beads of milk to appear and stain the front of her ragged chestrap while a soft moan also escaped from her, only for shame to flash across her mien for the pleasure it had brought her!

She sat on the dirty floor like that, thought spiraling for a few minutes at least, until she was finally able to collect herself. She took some deep but shaky breaths, before she finally started to inspect the rest of her surroundings. First, she tried to tug on the chain that now connected a collar around her neck to the wall of her cell, but when that didnt show any signs of breaking, she gave up and looked out of her cell. Doing so, she realized that could hear someone else out there, breathing! She would shakily stand, and grab the bars of her cell, calling out softly “H-hello? Is anyone there?”
 
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: HP = 70, PP = 56, EP = 40, Status = Sealed, Bound, Obedience Collar, Pregnant with minotuar twins

--Slaves--
Slightly curvy but mousy thief cat girl, Hedieh
Curvy and fit anti slaver cat girl, still in slave collar, Qasemi
Dark skinned human warrior, Gehle tribe,
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---The Family---
-Those In Charge-
Garm Astrogoth - Adoptive grandfather, dying family patriarch. Made motions to end the practices of slavery and indentured servitude, very successful both financially and militarily, basically saved the dynasty in his youth and thus gets a lot of leeway in how he runs the region.
Claire Astrogoth - Garm's wife. Been dead for fifteen years.

-Her Competition-
Bastien Astrogoth - Grace's younger brother, born shortly after she was adopted. Has largely been nice to her, has not begrudged her the chance to take over the family. Average height, dark haired like Garm, even build.
Maxime Astrogoth - Branch family, daughter of Constanin, only other girl competing. Extremely militant. Outwardly friendly to Grace. Extremely fit, long red hair, considered a rare beauty.
Giles Renou - Distant branch family member who was given the chance to compete in the Choosing. Unknown party, was largely respectful the few times that Grace met him. Stocky, blonde haired, wears glasses.
Solomon Astroagoth - Son of Lucrece Astrogoth, considered by most to be a frail weakling, has no talent whatsoever for military matters, either in leading them, planning them, or acting on them himself. Decent at mathematics, poetry, and business. Makes his position on Grace unclear. Sallow faced, dark of hair.

-Her Enemies-
Aliza Astrogoth - Oldest member of the family, wife of the patriarch before Garm, a man who nearly ran the province into the ground. Fervently racist, suggested that Grace should be drowned, shot, decapitated, killed to be stuffed, and numerous other horrific things to Garm's face, often within Grace's earshot. Garm's great aunt.
Lucrece Astrogoth - Aliza's daughter, Garm's cousin, as conservative as her mother but much more diplomatic about it. Extremely nice, charitable, but thinks of Grace's opportunity to take over the family as completely illegitimate. Solomon's mother. Manages the estate when Garm is away.
Constantin Astrogoth - Member of the branch family, nephew of the head of it and noted commander at arms, particularly against river pirates coming in from the South. Fervently opposed ending slavery, has a lot of rural land directly under his control, primarily to the Southeast. Father of Maxime.
Valentine Renou - The head of the largest and most powerful branch family, managed to get his nephew Giles into the running to take over the family by deeds. Extremely militant, holds the Northeastern border against a clan of orc raiders.
Thomas Renou - Brother of Valentine, accomplished knight, fervently religious and conservative, called a paladin despite favoring modern weapons and armor. Trained Giles. Loved by the public and the army for his victories, but hated by Garm for being especially brutal.

---The Region---
Astoria - Region in Northwestern Badaria. Has control of several trade routes between Anudor, Crolia, and heartland Badaria. Ruled by the Astrogoths.
--Andros - Regional capital, large city.

---The Criminals---
The Voiceless

The Emerald Demons

The Eleventh Ward Gang

Grace's voice echoing down the corridor went unanswered, at least initially. After a couple of moments, however, she would hear a door open, then close, followed by shuffling as the bobbing light of a lantern began approaching down the hall. Whoever it was would ignore whatever calls she might make while they approached, but after a few short moments they would come into view; a fat man in light but dirty leather armor, with stained clothes and a smell of liquor about him. He walked in front of Grace's cell and turned to fix the captured dragoness with a lascivious stare, eyeing her body up and down while ignoring any questions she might be asking for the first few moments.

After spending a minute or so essentially eye-banging the gravid noblewoman, the greasy man grunted; "Shut up. Show me them fat tits." Grace felt a sudden pressure, both around her neck and in the back of her mind, and suddenly her head was feather-light as she automatically made to obey. The top she'd been left with wasn't exactly able to cover much in the first place, and was easily pulled aside or even removed, allowing the man to eye her bare, swollen breasts with an even more hungry gaze, a bulge growing in his trousers. "Heh... Love them collars.... Oughta get one for th'wife," he mumbled, before speaking up to address Grace more directly; "Your dumb ass ain't a person no more, slut. Just fuckmeat for whoever pays for it, but when your ass ain't on the lineup, it's all mine! Some'll probly pay a lot for a turn on you... Noble born and got that mutant dragon blood too, heheheh.... Come closer."

Grace was unwittingly made to approach the bars, and he reached in to grab her by the ass, pulling her further until her engorged belly and breasts were both pressed against the bars. "Hmmm... Heard one'a them cow demons was what did ya in, get ya all knocked up?" She was able to confirm that in whatever way she preferred, before he continued; "Hmmm... Foul things. Shouldn't'a taken 'em on.... Fuckin' demon mutants!" He turned his head and spat, but then turned back to leering at Grace, kneading her backside. "Ahh well... I'm sure you'll pump out a few more wholesome bastards for us in your time. Might even have th'privelege of carryin' one'a mine someday! Heheheh... In the meantime, lets have a little taste test."

With that, the man leaned in, pressing his face into the bars. He was shorter than Grace, meaning he didn't have to stoop far in order to clamp his lips down onto one of her leaking breasts, and he promptly began to suck firmly. He gave a murmur as her milk burst into his mouth, but didn't stop, simply sucking on her breast without any concern for her comfort for several long moments as the pressure mounted. His ill-kept facial hair scratched at her sensitive skin, and the little pleasure provided and relief of her swollen breasts being drowned were soon drowned out by the over-suction. He didn't care, even if she whined about it, instead sucking in bouts as his tongue hovered under her nipple, the man shamelessly gulping down the dragon's milk for minutes on end. After the flow began to diminish from one breast, he released it with a painful pop and shot her face another leer. "Aaaaah... Pretty good! Gonna enjoy 'at on the regular while yer about. Better even ya out though," her demented jailor declared, before switching to her other breast to give it similar treatment.

Unfortunately, Grace was not allowed to be idle in that time, as he casually undid his pants while switching breasts; for some ungodly reason, this foul man had been gifted with ten inches of fat - and unfortunately foul smelling - cock, to which one of Grace's hands was promptly dragged. The instructions were clear, even unspoken, and under the control collar's direction she was forced to stroke the man's erection while he drank greedily of her milk.

She was subjected to another few minutes of that unpleasant treatment, which had at least served to lessen the pressure in her chest, before he popped off again and grunted; "On your knees, pigslut. Only right I give ya a lil treat in return.... But ya still gotta work for it. Suck my cock!" Grace was, unfortunately, treated to a very close-up view of the fat guard's erection, which was very soon followed by a taste of the musky thing...
 
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