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The sheer audacity of Lyssandra's action, combined with the terrifying and exhilarating prospect of being claimed by her, made Rosalinda's face burn red as a ripe tomato.
"Enough dawdling," Lyssandra said, her voice cutting through Rosalinda's mental chaos. "I already took care of Ysabel. She's in tip top shape now."
As if summoned, the door swung open and Ysabel stepped into the room. She looked weary but otherwise unharmed, back in her full royal guard armor. Her face flushed a deep crimson as her eyes fell first on Rosalinda, then snapped to Lyssandra.
"P-Princess and…" Ysabel trailed off, her gaze locked on Lyssandra's imposing form. Her voice dropped to a soft murmur filled with anticipation and affection. "All this time, I didn't even know your name… can you tell me?"
Lyssandra's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Of course, love. My name is Lyssandra. Remember it as your only lover and your mistress from now on."
Ysabel hesitated for a fraction of a second before whispering, "I will… Mistress Lyssandra."
Her eyes drifted towards the flesh cradles, finding her child sleeping peacefully. "About our child…" she began, her voice trembling slightly.
'I can't believe this! She turned me into a slut and even impregnated me. I should feel something... overwhelmed, fear, or... or even disgust!' Ysabel thought. 'But somehow, when I look at that woman—Lyssandra, every opposing thought just melts away. What should I do? And that child... she said it is my child. This is ridiculous. Even though I'm already 20 years old, do I have to accept it?'
Lyssandra walked over to the cradle, gazing down at the futanari baby. "Do you want to name her?"
Ysabel studied her daughter's peaceful face. A gentle smile touched her lips. After a moment of thoughtful silence, she declared, "Her name will be Fiora. Fiora Morvayne."
"Please take care of her," Ysabel whispered, her eyes pleading.
"I will," Lyssandra assured her with a gentle smile. "Now come over here before you go."
She clasped Ysabel's cheeks firmly but gently and delivered the same deep, soul-consuming kiss as she had given Rosalinda earlier. It lasted only moments, yet felt like an eternity. Ysabel was breathless and trembling when Lyssandra finally pulled away.
"We'll meet again later" Lyssandra said.
With a snap of her fingers, Lyssandra teleported Ysabel and Rosalinda away, their forms wrapped inside tentacles and sank down the floor then disappeared.
Morgana shifted her many legs, a soft chittering sound escaping her throat as she approached Lyssandra. "Mistress," she began, her six red eyes gleaming with maternal excitement. "It seems our children are about to hatch."
She could sense the life within her eggs quickening.
Lyssandra's face lit up with genuine delight. "Really? Let's take a look!"
They left Luna to care for the newest brood - a Bloom Mother baby, one futanari goblin baby, and three female goblin babies.
Morgana led Lyssandra to her private chamber, a large, web-draped room dominated by a massive silk nest. Inside the nest lay ten enormous white spider eggs, each nearly the size of a small child.
As Lyssandra entered, the eggs seemed to react to her presence. Small tremors vibrated through their opalescent shells.
"Look!" Morgana exclaimed, pointing a long spider leg.
The movement intensified, becoming frantic wiggles and shudders. The eggs began to roll and jostle against each other.
Then came a sharp cracking sound. On the surface of one egg, a long fissure appeared. The crack on the spider egg's surface grew, spiderwebbing outwards until the entire upper half shattered open with a dry pop.
A small, pale hand emerged first, delicate fingers stretching tentatively. Then came the arm, smooth and soft like porcelain. A small head pushed through the opening, topped with wispy white hair.
Finally, the whole body tumbled out, landing softly on the plush bedding inside the nest.
It was a breathtakingly beautiful half-spider, half-human baby girl. She had Morgana's ethereal features - large, curious red eyes and full lips but miniature spider legs sprouted from her back, the chitin a pure, gleaming white.
She let out a high-pitched wail as she hit the bed.
"My darling!" Morgana cooed, quickly scooping the newborn up in her hands.
She carefully turned the baby, exposing a side of her own enormous breast. The newborn nuzzled eagerly, latching onto the swollen nipple with surprising strength, and began to suckle vigorously.
Morgana smiled down tenderly at the feeding infant before glancing up at Lyssandra with seductive eyes. "You want some too, Mistress?" she purred, her voice dripping with invitation. "There's plenty to share."
Lyssandra's gaze roamed hungrily over Morgana's overflowing cleavage, but she shook her head reluctantly. "It's fine. I'll have a taste later. Save it for the babies right now."
Her attention turned back to the nest where more eggs were cracking open. Similar half-spider baby girls emerged one by one, each as beautiful as the first, each crawling out on shaky human legs before collapsing onto the soft bed.
"Mistress, I only have two breasts," Morgana said, her voice tinged with worry as she brought a second squirming baby to her other nipple. "I cannot feed all of them. The bloom mothers have enough milk for their own, but…" she trailed off, looking sadly at the hungry infants trying to crawl towards her. "What should we do? We can't let our children starve."
Indeed, the problem was clear. There were ten newborn spiderlings, plus the Bloom Mother's five offspring and Ysabel's child. Morgana's two breasts simply weren't enough. The Bloom Mothers only lactated briefly after birth, insufficient for prolonged nursing.
Lyssandra frowned as her mind spun. "That is a problem…" she murmured, surveying the hungry brood. "We need more milk producers…"
Then a thoughtful look crossed her face as an idea began to form.
It struck Lyssandra and with a focused thought, a thick, glistening tentacle erupted from the floor beneath her. It held aloft a large wooden cup filled with a viscous white liquid.
"Is that what I think it is, Mistress?" Morgana asked, her doubtful gaze fixed on the creamy substance sloshing in the cup.
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'But they are fed… and safe,' Morgana thought, her maternal instincts overriding the grotesque reality. That is all that matters.
She nestled the two nursing infants closer to her breasts, stroking their wispy white hair gently. The others were content now, most burping softly or drifting into semen-drunk slumbers, tiny spider limbs twitching.
"Mistress," she called softly as Lyssandra turned to leave. "Thank you for providing."
Lyssandra paused, her eyes scanning the contented brood. "Take good care of them, Morgana. If they hunger, bring them to the breeding chambers. The pool there are always full."
With a final glance at her rapidly growing family, she strode out of Morgana's quarters.
"Now..." she muttered under her breath, heading down familiar corridors, "...time for the next objective." A heavy sigh escaped her. "Between conquest, managing breeding stock, raising an army… I don't even have a moment to enjoy my own pleasures anymore."
Her destination was clear: the prison. There was a captive there needing her personal attention.