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Inside the bedroom of Lyssandra's mansion, Rosalinda stirred from her sleep, her consciousness slowly surfacing like a diver breaking through water.
'I'm thirsty…' she thought groggily, her tongue feeling dry and thick. '…and hungry too'. Her stomach let out a loud, protesting grumble that echoed in the quiet room.
But somehow her whole body feels invigorated, she noticed, stretching her limbs experimentally. The sluggish exhaustion from before was gone, replaced by an energizing warmth that coursed through her muscles.
Rosalinda looked down at herself and blinked in surprise. Instead of her luxurious royal gown - the one ruined with dried streaks of cum.
Now she wore a simple white short dress. The fabric was light and comfortable against her pale skin, ending mid-thigh.
'This is better,' she thought with satisfaction, standing up and doing a little twirl. The dress fluttered around her legs, and she giggled at the ease of motion. 'Much better.'
Her stomach protested again with another growling rumble. 'I have to find something to eat,' she decided, clutching her midsection.
Rosalinda pushed open the wooden door that led out into the corridor, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. The hallway beyond was constructed of dark wood and stone, lit by flickering torches mounted on the walls. Everything had a rustic, almost medieval feel to it.
"Nothing special," she mused as she advanced toward the stairs, her eyes taking in the details. The mansion's interior was surprisingly plain for someone as powerful as that woman.
'A bedroom... Are there people living here?' she thought.
She came upon another door at the end of the corridor. "A kitchen. I should be able to find something to eat here!"
She ransacked the entire room, but all she found were raw ingredients.
"Damn it. A place this big can't even have a proper meal?" she grumbled as she walked out of the room.
Making her way to the second floor, her footsteps quiet on the wooden steps. A long corridor stretched ahead, lined with more doors. Rosalinda approached one at random, her hand reaching for the handle.
The door swung open, and her eyes went wide with horror at what lay beyond.
The room beyond was a nightmare made flesh. Every surface - walls, floor, ceiling was constructed entirely of pulsating, living tissue. Thick tentacles writhed and slithered everywhere, their movements slick and obscene. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex and semen, clinging to Rosalinda's nostrils and making her feel lightheaded.
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'What…?' She didn't even register the warm, sticky fluid coating her front as she stared down at the crying baby in her arms.
A strange, unexpected warmth welled up inside her chest. Her fingers tentatively reached out to caress the baby's tiny cheek, and despite everything, a small smile tugged at her lips. "Ysabel's child…"
"Oh! The new baby batch was birthed!" a feminine voice rang out from behind Rosalinda.
She whipped around to see Lyssandra standing in the doorway, but something was off. This wasn't quite her. The woman was shorter, her skin tinged a pale blue. Her outfit resembled Lyssandra's revealing bodysuit, though tailored to fit her smaller frame.
"What are you doing here? You shouldn't have been here," the blue woman said, skipping closer with an unsettling cheerfulness. "Or…" Her voice dropped to a sultry purr, echoing her master seductive tone. "…do you desire to be bred like that?"
"What? NO! Who are you?!" Rosalinda skittered backward, her bare feet slipping on the slimy floor as fear gripped her heart. The baby in her arms - Ysabel's baby wailed loudly, and she instinctively clutched it tighter.
The blue woman tilted her head, her expression curious rather than threatening. "You can understand me? Besides Master, you are the next one. I'm curious now." She began circling Rosalinda, her movements fluid and predatory.
But the babies' cries grew more insistent, forcing Rosalinda's attention back to them. There were five on the floor now, all wailing pitifully in puddles of fluids.
"Anyway, help me with one if you can," Luna said casually as she bent down and scooped up a goblin baby. She placed it gently in Rosalinda's other arm, and now the princess found herself holding two crying infants - one human, one goblin.
Luna gathered the remaining four babies with practiced ease, one in each arm and two cradled against her chest.
"R-right…" Rosalinda said with hesitation.