Sci-Fi RP Negotiating the Way of Space Elven Connections

As Miria recovered her wits, her dreams of being her masters treasured and honored baby carrying Se dancing out of her head, her master was finished playing with the Bitch they had. He looked to Miria. "Are you finished daydreaming of being a bride mare or shall I requistion you with fertility enhancers?" He said
 
He watched tge Aelfen drool, his hand slapping her cheeks lightly to wake her up. "You drool like a Terran, though I suppose in this case, it is allowed." He said as grabbed Voids hair, and with Miria's, to walk them out of the small ship. "Imagining yourself be used, growing fat with my spawn over abd over, brings you great joy?"
 
Miria nodded to him, wiping her mouth clean of her drool as she followed him along "It does Mawa... Because I am Se, and Se's only true joy should be to give their Mawa what he deserves" She replied to him, her hand idly resting over her belly, even as Void followed along unresistingly. He probably didn't even need to drag her by the hair.
 
"Mm. Perhaps you also are a sick little Se that gets off on the idea of pregnancy." He said as he saw her rub her belly, as if she already could sense the potential life that would be growing inside of her. A Aelfen giving birth naturally was almost novel, most choosing to do it via incubator or Vitea Tanks to ensure maximum genetic advantages.
 
"They best. If you bare me any poor fruit, i dread to think what that speaks of the purity that your blood tells me" He said as he folded his arms behind his back. Inbreeding, a noble mutant, perhaps, some secretive shame that even Miria wouldn't know she had. But it didn't seen ti be so for her bloodline if her father was anything to go by.
 

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