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A plan formed in her mind. She wouldn't just breed Rosalinda - a princess like cattle. Yet.
She wanted her first time to be personal. To be hers alone.
The tentacles obeyed Lyssandra's silent command. They moved fast, flowing underground like living shadows, dragging Rosalinda's unconscious body inside them.
The princess bounced and jostled on the hard stone, her head lolling, limbs flopping limply. The dark balls Lyssandra had grafted onto her swayed heavily between her legs.
Finally, they emerged in a guest bedroom deep within Lyssandra's sprawling mansion. The room was decorated in deep reds and woods. A large four-poster bed dominated the space, draped in leather.
The tentacles surfaced from a crack in the ornate rug. With careful, almost tender motions, they lifted Rosalinda's limp form onto the bed.
The leather sheets, pristine moments before, were immediately stained as they came into contact with her cum-coated skin.
Once she was settled, the tentacles retracted, slithering back down into the crack in the floor, leaving behind only damp streaks and the faint, musky scent of corruption.
Rosalinda lay there, lost in a deep, dreamless slumber, utterly oblivious to the profound changes her body had undergone and the twisted fate that awaited her.