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The pressure, the constant, distracting ache of her enormous shaft buried uncomfortably in her own womb beside her growing child, was gone.
It was a burden lifted, a profound sense of physical freedom she hadn't experienced in weeks.
'Finally,' she sighed, running a hand over her now smooth mound. 'No more having to cram this thing in here just to walk around. My baby can rest undisturbed now.' A warm, protective feeling blossomed in her chest at the thought of her unborn child, safe and comfortable in its nest within her.
She stretched languidly, relishing the lack of strain. Her movements were fluid, unrestricted, the weight and bulk she'd become so accustomed to simply absent.
It was like shedding a second skin, liberating in a way she hadn't anticipated. 'I can move freely again,' she marveled. 'Run, fight, ride… without worrying about jostling my child or constantly readjusting my cock.'
A satisfied smirk played across her lips. 'This is a game-changer. Now, whenever I need my weapon…' She focused her will. Instantly, the thick, veiny cock burst forth again, springing to its full, impressive length in a single moment.
Just as quickly, she made it vanish. '…it appears and disappears at my command. Absolutely perfect.'
The convenience, the power, the control - it was intoxicating.
'I should have done this ages ago,' she thought, already mentally listing the possibilities this new ability opened up for her.
The tentacles emerged smoothly from the cum pool, multiple slick appendages slithering up onto the edge. Their wrapping gently but firmly around Lyssandra's original body.
With a soft hiss, they retracted, pulling the unconscious form down into the viscous depths until it vanished beneath the milky surface.
Lyssandra watched it disappear with satisfaction. "My main body stays safe here, protected," she murmured to herself.
"If this clone dies, I still live. And more importantly, my child stays safe in a peaceful environment, untouched by battle."
Satisfied with her precautions, she turned and strode out of the breeding room.
Her destination: the nursery room next door, where her newest offspring were being cared for.
Stepping inside, she was greeted by a scene of tranquil domesticity. In the center of the warm, softly lit room sat Luna and Morgana.
Around them, clustered on soft piles of skins and cushions, were five children.
They were no longer the tiny newborns they had been. Their growth had been accelerated by the dungeon's power and Morgana's careful ministrations.
They now appeared to be around ten years old in human development, their minds awake and lively.
The moment Lyssandra entered, every small head turned towards her.
"Mommy!" The chorus of voices erupted, filled with pure, unadulterated joy. The five children scrambled to their feet.
Three were unmistakably futanari goblins, inheriting their mother's defining feature - small but noticeable penises already hard and bouncing slightly between their chubby legs.
The other two were female Bloom Mothers, their soft pink skin and single, nubby horns marking them as their other mothers's offspring.
Despite their accelerated growth, they possessed the innocent energy of children.
They dashed across the room, tiny feet pattering on the stone floor, throwing themselves at Lyssandra with abandon. "Mommy! Mommy!" they chanted, a symphony of delight.
The two female Bloom Mother children wrapped their soft arms tightly around Lyssandra's legs, pressing their faces against her thighs, nuzzling deeply.
One of the goblin climbed nimbly onto her back, clinging like a spider monkey, while the other two seized her hands, swinging them playfully.
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"Haha, something urgent came up," Lyssandra chuckled, gently ruffling the hair of the Bloom Mother clinging to her legs. "I didn't have time to grab clothes. Besides…" She looked down at the eager children. "They're growing up fast. It's good to get them accustomed to their future duties early."
She carefully detached the children, peeling them away with gentle but firm hands. "Come now, my little warriors," she said to the three futa goblins.
"It's time for you to begin your training." She gestured towards Luna. "Take these three to the arena. I want them to train separately from the main army. They will become my special unit, answering only to me."
Luna nodded, gathering the three excited futa goblins. "Of course, Master." She led them towards the door, their small forms already chattering with enthusiasm about swords and spears.
Turning her attention to the two Bloom Mother girls still trying to nuzzle her, Lyssandra smiled warmly. "And you two, my little treasures, come with me. It's time you properly met your other mothers."
She scooped them up, one in each arm, their soft pink skin feeling warm against hers. They immediately snuggled close, one pressing her nose back towards Lyssandra's neck, the other resting her head on Lyssandra's breast, listening to the strong heartbeat within. Lyssandra carried them back towards the breeding room, where their mothers awaited.
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Their soft gasps and moans followed her.
Stepping out of the mansion, she paused on the stone steps. Her mission now required discretion. Her stunning beauty, while often an asset, could be a liability here.
It attracted unwanted attention and could mark her as a target in the dangerous territory she was about to enter. She needed to move unseen.