Sahja stood in the doorway as an alluring silhouette; her chest large and her hourglass figure obvious, her cat-tail frisky and ticking back and forth like the hands on a clock.
She reached down, hooking her finger and hiking up the pearl necklace around her right ankle - Sahja came down with a bounce that could have toppled her over if she wasn't so athletic. Her large bust had a wrap of silk with gold trim that barely managed to cover anything.
The ginormous titted catgirl move with a heavy sway, her wrists thrown back and forth with prim and proper poise. Her body glistened, smooth and slippery, having had a royal bath in golden oils that was well known to be good for the skin, and coming from a leather ragged lizard people, she took their advice. Rows of beds and spartan belongings, not even a blanket, like military quarters. It made sense, it would be impossible to give all her boys their own rooms.
Her sons were all sleeping in nearly the exact same ways: On their backs, their dicks primed and ready in the air. Though they all looked the same, she could tell it was him, her oldest. Maybe it was just her motherly instincts kicking in.
It had only been twelve months, and she had already carried a dozen children to full term. The gestation periods were rapid and short. She would go from a petite young-girl ready to get plowed by her king, to a slow and lame girl with an egorged tummy, who still had to answer her king's call. Even despite all the births, her body still retained it's youthful look, her pussy plump and appealing, especially when she'd always shave it hairless. The only thing seemingly permanently effected were her tits and ass, as both seemed to get plumpier and heavier with every child.
The egg shaped deformation always looking like it wanted to rip through her stomach before she had to force it out. She made the most embarrassing faces when she would stoop down to the floor to lay them - especially when Cyleeus would watch - or help force the eggs out by sodomizing her.
Covered in a sticky translucent goo, she would hold and hug it to her chest, letting them hear her heart beat as if guiding them along, before seeing the colorless pink baby fight to emerge from the shell.
Her youngest was the weakest of the litter, not because there was something wrong with him, but just because he was the last born. He struggled for her attention, and she'd give it to him, even after being absolutely ravished by the others. Sometimes the least abused part of her was her asshole, and he'd practically get it all to himself. Sahja loved those quick bursts of energy that would clap around her big cheeks, culminating in that explosion deep inside her bum as she sat in his little lap, those little claws scritching over the sensitive skin of her ass - a feeling she had come to miss, as even Cyleeus himself showed no interest in it anymore outside of birthing, thinking his royal seed was reserved only for her pussy.
Sahja never believed she would have the energy for twelve boys, thirteen including their father. Though she wanted to see a little Sahja running around, the lizard boys had something a catgirl can't have:
Big, fat, juicy cocks. Their stamina rivaled their liege, yet had a frantic quality, like they couldn't stop themselves. Even her king would ask her to step out for business, though she wondered why because she never understood ANY of it... something about 'outbreeding', the few times she listened in.
Though it pained her, there was no point in treating them like each of them were special and giving them their own accommodations, because there was a chance they might not survive the training or trials. Amalj'aan culture dictated their worth came with actions. They didn't even have names yet, as that would be given to them in an official naming ceremony.
Sahja had her motherly ways to get around that problem, having the perfect gift in mind for each of her son's before they set off on their first raid - and just like Amalj'aan culture, when it came to them, actions meant more than words.
She dipped her head, bowing to her son, her silky black hair falling in draping curtains at the sides of her face. "You and your brothers will be raiding your first Hyur settlement soon..." She was paying serious reverence to his new responsibilities, his life as a soldier meaning she'd see less of him. She undid the tiny string bow behind her back, the material falling, her lewd body nearly fully on display already as her pink areolas were already peeking.
Her dainty wrists and small hands sunk into the fatty tits that protruded from her chest, the skin straining, hints of purple veins barely visible. Arching her back over him, she moved her hands from underneath her udders, letting her jugs drag down the sides of his pee pee, the Amalj'aan membrane almost like a glue. "OooOOooo~!" She kissed out her lips as the arrowhead jutted through her cleavage, impressed by the length. Her golden eyes watered, reflective and shiny, with a look of amazement as she gazed upon her son's stiffened rod, the bright red thing throbbing between the conjoined valley. "Your chin chin, ah~! Sugoi!" With slow motion maneuvers like she were underwater, she began building momentum, fumbling them one over the other with a boulder like heft.
She stopped her titjob for a moment, as it looked like she wanted to slip her tongue into the piss slit. "Chuuuuuuu-lup" Sahja licked and wet down the pointed head, and then swallowed him up. "Harmpf..." She grinned wide with his dick in her mouth. "Fufufu~" She blew through the sides of her lips. Her hand clamped down on her mound, her palm brushing past the harsh and recently regrowing pubic bumps. She already was in heat and could feel herself radiating down there, which didn't help her already swimming head, dizzy just from being in her son's crotch. Sahja's digits manipulated her inner folds, each getting a chance to invade her juicy slit much like how her sons would take turns on her, reaching into her depths and slicking down her fingers down to her knuckles, and then to her gold and green jewel embedded rings.
She resumed, squeezing her melons, now able to get suction-y tugs of his penis. He began thrusting upwards, hitting her chin, which she ignored for now with a sly smile. Her knockers slapped together, erect and pink nipples forward, sometimes connecting which sent shocks down to her netherlips. Her cat's tail moved like a lasso, whipping through the air with enough stiffness to crack the air. His snout's jaw unhinged, looking like a flytrap of teeth. Her Amalj'aan son cree'd and hissed nonsensically - despite being the oldest, Sahja would learn that the reptilian people took several years before they developed the ability to enunciate proper languages.
Her mouth opened with surprise as he erupted with enough force and volume that she had thought he had pissed on her for a moment - reminding her of when she would tend to her boys when they were babies. The hot white lava drenched her neck which quickly cascaded back into the crevice of her chest. Sahja leaned into it with a moan as his ejaculate moved like foamy soap suds down her body. "Mmmmm..." Her son took advantage, and he stabbed past her teeth. *FWRSH* She felt him spray down her gullet and she swallowed it without question, her *GULP* loud and clear. "Shooooh delishushhhhh..."
Drooling.
Despite the glowing adoration for her son, there was nothing behind her eyes beyond their natural glimmer.
The chain and bejeweled thong bikini that rode high into her jiggly hindquarters was snapped with a violent intention. She could feel their little hands pry her apart down at the seams before letting her ass clap together again.
Sahja turned, her disoriented vision falling into the sea of the black pooled and soulless eyes that surrounded her, even more starry eyed than before.
Her tongue lashed out over her lower lip hungrily; a mix of strands of her eldest son's cum and membrane falling from the roof of her mouth.
They were all her sons...
Her beautiful baby boys...