>>5216853After the meeting has concluded, you do not return to you lodgings—a room all to yourself, replete with comforts and luxuries created by your people or stolen from the undeserving surface races! Imagine! No, you will enjoy these later. First… Well, Irinnile’s <WANT> is, undeniably, also your own. You cannot put it off any longer: you NEED the desire and the mana of a mortal to keep her from becoming a problem, and to help you focus. And you can think of none better for the job than…
“Degener—I mean, Infiltrator?” Roth greets you, stepping out from his own chamber. “What is the purpose of this—MMRF!”
You are upon him almost immediately, like a predator pouncing upon prey. Your <WANT> oozes out of you in a demonic glamour, stimulating the dragonblooded old Reptilian into an instantaneous heat cycle. You pin him down to the floor of his chamber—he is stronger, but his resistance is half-hearted, and quickly dissolves away as his mystically-stimulated desire overcomes his inhibitions.
‘Fffffuuuuck yes,’ Irinnile moans within you; you hear the words emerge from your own mouth in tandem, as you begin to ride.
However, as you feel the sensation of your senior oeprative’s coming orgasm, the vision of the night prior rears its head once more. You remember the copper-coloured Dragonborn, with his Roth-like eyes and posturing. You remember what Henzler told you: a Dragonborn, a TRULY perfect Dragonborn, would be best formed from a fresh start rather than molded after-the-fact from her flawed first attempt… And the egg of a Degenerate would be an ideal shell in which to incubate such an entity.
‘Irinnile,’ you call out to the succubus, breaking the rapturous reverie accompanying this long-delayed meal. ‘You have been preventing me from becoming…Fertilized, yes?’
‘H-huh?’ she asks, dazed. ‘Oh, yeah, ‘course babe! No baby bump’s gonna’ ruin your beach bod while I’m on duty!’
What do you instruct her to do?
>Continue to prevent pregnancy—you have too much to do, and too many conflicting feelings about giving birth to Roth’s child to serve as a living weapon>Allow your insemination—you will be a LITERAL mother to dragons, and to a new Age of Scales 