When I was finally free from the bath and confident enough to go outside and face reality once more, I was pulled back into my head for a few moments as I caught sight of myself in the mirror, temporarily stunned by what I saw.
I was by no means as narcissistic as my wife was - although I do have to wonder if it could be considered narcissism when she really was that beautiful inside and out - so when I saw myself in the mirror... well...
It was inspiring quite a bit of confidence in me as I looked at myself yet again, running my eyes slowly across my curves and admiring what I had been blessed with - and what I painstakingly maintained, though in recent times my 'exercise' of choice was far more... base...
My hips that had finally experienced childbirth, my plump thighs that everyone always expressed an appreciation for, my soft stomach that had gotten to a point where I felt a bit self conscious about myself yet Fenkar had spent so long growling in my ear that she simply could not get her hands off of it...
Then there were my breasts, which were swollen into a larger size thanks to my babies, and seeing my darkened nipples dripping slightly with milk as my body reminded me that I was usually feeding someone right about now just... it made me feel... good.
I was horny and I was also so damn proud of what I was, and seeing all of myself and seeing everything that I had become in such a short time only reinforced my earlier decision; if Astra could make this work, then... who was I to deny the gift she wanted to give me?
Just thinking about my belly getting swollen yet again as someone put a baby in me made me drip down my thighs, and when my thoughts shifted to the idea of Fenkar or Leonisa being the Dama to those babies...
My moan spilled out from my lips before I realized it, and when I looked at my face all I saw was the famished yearning for something I had been starved of for so long; I so badly wanted to breed with someone, to get fat with child again and again, to bring life into the world once more.
Sienna and Astaria had made me feel so much... more than I had ever felt before, and honestly it terrified me how deeply I loved them and how badly I wanted to pamper them... while the mere thought of something bad happening to them made my blood boil.
Those feelings were only getting stronger by the day, and each time I imagined my two daughters getting older I felt both so proud and accomplished for bringing them to this world, but also so lonely already...
Perhaps it had been thanks to so many years of simply imagining these things, but now that they were finally here... now that I finally had my own babies, I so desperately wanted to cherish this stage of my life as much as I possibly could.
Nothing filled me with more anything than the idea of watching my babies grow up; the pride and the sadness already overwhelmed me now, so being there when it actually happened would likely be quite the experience for me.
Now Astra was telling me that not only was there one cure to my infertility, but there might actually be multiple... all of which would be handled completely by her, with her discretion, without any guarantee that she would agree to whatever I wanted.
I knew her and I knew myself, so whilst there was that part of me - the Duchess who had painstakingly created one of the largest networks of systems to make everything function exactly as I wanted it to - that hated the idea of relinquishing control over something that important...
It was Astra, and she and I were rather agreeable in all senses of the word, especially whenever it came to the more intimate and important things; she had yet to really upset me in that regard, and that was surprising considering... everything.
Looking into the mirror for a few more seconds, I eventually let out a soft sigh and nodded to my reflection, murmuring "If it can be done... let it. I trust her. I love her, after all..." before stepping out into the bedroom and wondering which of the dresses that had been shipped up from my boutiques would be serviceable for tonight...
If all goes according to Astra's plan, then by the time I fell asleep this night I would have another baby planted within my womb, waiting patiently to come out and blossom with my two other adorable babies in a few months time...
That thought alone had me dripping incessantly, and as I looked over each and every single dress that was here I couldn't help it as a hand unconsciously slid down between my thighs, rubbing at my plump labia and allowing me to know just how much I wanted tonight to happen.
The long strands of my lust were clinging to my fingertips, and every single time I looked at a dress all I could imagine was what it would be like for Lady Merneith to tear it off of me; how sexy would it make me and how badly would it stoke the fires of lust inside of Lady Merneith as she prepared to put a baby in me?
"Goddesses above... please, please let Astra figure this out... oh please... please..."
I couldn't even make the decision yet because of my own fire burning hot deep inside of my womb, and before I could make an attempt at another prayer I was sprawled out on the bed, one hand pumping away eagerly at my pussy while the other squeezed my tit, squirting my milk into the air and allowing me to imagine that it was someone's semen instead...
My thoughts drifted to the memories of Astra getting passed around earlier, and when I began to relive them I noticed that it was a violet haired slut getting ganged up on...
It was me, choking on a cock and taking one of the most demeaning poundings I had ever seen as I got bathed in semen from head to toe, treated not like a Duchess but instead like a common whore... before I saw myself cradling my belly, unable to tell who's baby I was carrying...
The sheer force of that orgasm almost made me pass out as I came all over the bed, my cries filling my bedchambers before I panted for breath, trying to steady myself as I trembled violently, still orgasming even though I thought it was over...