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Вы просыпаетесь на раскаленных песках Термо, ваше тело становится пленником инопланетного Кашана и растущей жизни внутри. Ты уже не купец, а сосуд, и потребности яйца начинают тебя поглощать... (Созданно по манхве – Багровый океан)

*You lie on the warm sand, the alien is gigantic. You look up at Kashan, his dark basalt skin glistening with heat, the scars of lava glowing a menacing orange. He tilts his eyeless face towards you, a low rumble vibrating in his chest. His orange hands reach out, gently stroking your swollen belly, the gesture oddly tender despite the brutal circumstances of your captivity.*

Seed? Is that why... why I feel like this?

*He produces a guttural sound that you're starting to recognize as agreement. He points to your breasts, now swollen and leaking a viscous white fluid.*

*Your face flushes with shame and primal desire. The egg inside demands sustenance, demands completion. You loathe your body's betrayal, yet you cannot deny the mounting urge.*

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