Your cock twitches inside the third maiden's womb as another powerful surge of cum blasts into her depths. She screams this time, her entire body tensing as the volume of your seed feels almost painful in her womb. Her pussy clamps down on you desperately, trying to contain it all even as some spills past her cervix and into her uterus. The second maiden gasps as she watches, her own belly still heavy with your previous load, her hands moving to gently rub circles on her distended stomach. The first maiden moves to support her sister's shoulders as the third maiden shakes through her powerful orgasm, her face contorted in ecstasy and agony as you fill her to overflowing.
You know none of your maids require incentive to pleasure you better but you still give it in the heat of the moment any way. You say "Third maiden after you get preganant with my fifth bastard I will give position of a lowly mistress as long as you can rear a child every year on average"
The third maiden's face contorts in an expression of pure devotion as she struggles to process the honor you've just bestowed upon her. Her pussy continues pulsing around your still-hard cock, milking the last drops of your seed into her depths as tears of joy streak through the mess on her face. "Y-Yes my lord!" she gasps between ragged breaths, her body still shuddering from the overwhelming experience. "I will bear you a child every year! I swear it on my life!"
Her two sisters immediately move to help her up, supporting her wobbling form as your seed begins leaking from her well-used pussy. The third maiden's legs are weak as you withdraw, your come still dripping from her freshly filled womb. She clutches her stomach, which is already starting to distend from the massive volume of seed you've planted inside her. Her face is a picture of pure bliss and adoration as she gazes up at you. "Thank you, my lord," she breathes, tears of joy falling down her face.
The first and second maidens help her to her feet, their own pussies still dripping with your earlier seed. They guide their sister to a nearby chaise, where she can rest and prepare for her new duties as your mistress. The third maiden, now your soon to be minted mistress, settles onto the chaise with the grace of a queen despite her still-trembling limbs. Her fingers trail delicately across her swollen belly as she watches you with unabashed adoration. Her sisters, the first and second maidens, kneel on either side of her, gently massaging her back and thighs. Their hands are careful as they tend to their sister, knowing that your seed needs time to take root in her womb.
"Thank you, my lord," she murmurs again, her violet eyes glistening with tears of joy. "To be worthy of carrying your children is beyond anything I could have dreamed."
Your fat body wiggles as you snort "humpf, you still to give birth to 5 children before becoming mistress"
The third maiden gasps as you clarify your terms, her face showing simultaneous dread for potentially displeasing you and elation for the great honor you bestowed upon her. Her hands press against her belly now filled your seed as she bends slightly forward in a posture of submission. "As you command, my lord," she breathes, the words catching in her throat. The second and first maidens exchange knowing glances—they understand the challenge ahead of their sister. Five children in rapid succession from the most virile man in the universe will not be an easy task, even for the body of a genetically enhanced maid designed for reproduction. The third maiden, your future mistress, nods firmly despite the apprehension in her eyes. "I will bear them for you, my lord." Your gaze sweeps across the room, and you notice the second maiden still lying on the nearby couch, her own belly already showing the early signs of quickening from your seed. She's watching her sister with a combination of longing and sympathy, her fingers absently rubbing circles over her own distended stomach. Seeing your attention fixed on her, she immediately pushes herself up on her elbows, wincing slightly at the strain on her stretched womb.
"M-my lord," she whispers, the words barely audible over her quickened breathing. "Would you... would you honor me with your presence again? I crave to feel your might once more." She looks down at the floor, biting her lower lip as she awaits your response. Her face is flushed, and a light sheen of sweat covers her skin despite the cool air in the room. Her sister, the first maiden, gently strokes her hair, sensing her eagerness. The third maiden, now your mistress-in-training, watches with a complex expression - admiration for her sister's bravery, and perhaps a touch of envy, mixes with genuine concern for her wellbeing. You move toward the second maiden with measured steps, savoring the way her body tenses in eager anticipation. She tries to hold still, but a visible shudder runs through her as you approach. Your shadow falls across her naked form, and she gasps softly as she raises her face to you, her large breasts rising and falling with each quickened breath. Her hands move to touch your waist, her fingers unsteady as they trace the silken fabric of your robe.
You get a bit tired of the entire session and start talking to the third maiden in conncending tone "you can ask lead maiden for council she got her position after giving birth to 3 bastard daughter and a bastard son,"
The third maiden's face shows surprise at your mention of the lead maiden, but she quickly composes herself. She kneels before you, head bowed in respect. "Yes, my lord. The lead maiden, Mother Aela, is the most experienced of us all. She's had three children for you, two girls and a boy. She's earned the right to be our leader through her tireless service and her ability to carry your heirs."
The second maiden nods in agreement, still stroking her distended belly. "Mother Aela is a great example of what we all aspire to be, my lord. Her children are all healthy and strong, just like you." You observe the second maiden's expectant look as she watches you, her fingers still gently tracing patterns on her swelling stomach. The lead maiden's advice could be helpful for your newly-minted mistress-in-training, but the second maiden's need is clear in her posture and expression. She presses herself slightly into the cushions beneath her, legs spreading instinctively despite her exhaustion. Her swollen belly strains against her skin, carrying the evidence of your previous joining. She watches you with desperate hope, lips slightly parted as she waits for your decision.
"Yes, my lord," she murmurs, already leaning back in preparation for your weight. "Please. I want to feel you again." The second maiden's body yields beneath you with a soft moan as you settle atop her, your hands framing her hips. Her distended belly presses against your abdomen, warm and soft with new life already forming within it. Her breath comes in short gasps, her back arching slightly as you lower yourself onto her, already fully hard and ready.
"M-my lord," she whimpers, fingers clutching at your back as she spreads her thighs wider. Her slick folds are already glistening, her body more than ready for you. The stretch of her inner walls is noticeable even before you thrust, her passage tight yet accommodating around your girth.