Arcana felt floaty and bubbly on the inside. She felt good like she had never in her life and the smell only enchanted her experience.
Her body felt hot and itchy from the inside. It made Arcana want to scratch where she felt itchy but she did not know a way to reach her insides.
'Ohh, poor girl. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want me to help? Just let yourself go and I will help you out.'
That voice sounded like salvation to Arcana as it drove away the itch inside her a little. Arcana was getting more and more convinced that she needed that voice and its touch on her body.
'Good girl. Leave your body in my hands and I shall make you an incubator for my seeds. But do not worry because you will feel incredibly blown out from the pleasure of it happening.'
Something was wrong with Arcana's brain. It was like the thought of becoming an incubator for this unknown voice.
