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Lyssandra's footfalls were silent as she moved through the mansion, her mind already shifting from her new acquisitions to a more pressing matter. 'It's time to check on my children.' With that thought, she changed direction, her path now leading her toward the private, specialized chamber on the second floor.
The moment the door to the breeding room slid open, the air hit her. It was thick, heavy, and redolent with the primal scents of sex and semen. The sounds within were a symphony of lust: the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh and the high-pitched, breathy gasps of pleasure.
The room was exactly as she had left it. On the left, the larger thrones were occupied, their occupants lost in their own cycles of impregnation and release. But Lyssandra's eyes were drawn to the right wall, to the smaller thrones where her most precious creations sat.