The semen in her belly was still wet, and, while not easily, her body did force it back up, leaving her puking huge wads of semen onto the floor, and leaving a nasty after taste. Once she put the ring on, though, she felt the same feeling of stretchiness that she had felt when the dragon herm had placed its spell on her. If she tried to remove it, though, she found it suddenly and painfully tightening, resisting her attempts to remove it short of removing the finger.<br/><br/>Once out of the room, she found herself in a wide room, maybe 30ft to a side, but only 10ft tall. The floor was divided into tiles, alternating between two different colors, like a checkerboard. At the other side of the table were three figures, one of the them on a black tile between the other two, a figure that looked somewhat familiar. Her hair was longer than Kathrine would remember, and her body had definitely not been that endowed when they had last parted, but it was definitely her mother, held between two massively male minotaurs, one dick in each of her orifices. The one fucking her pussy had shoved his tongue down her throat, and the one buried in her mother's ass was squeezing her large, full breasts, forcing her to lactate with each powerful grip.