Draiss smiled wider as he watched, and snatched the pair that had worked together, saving the falling one from being ravaged by tentacles, noting those two were the ones with the magic potential he had sensed earlier. He allowed the newly created female to pull his trousers down, stroking her auburn hair in approval at her eagerness. The next four he pulled in rapid succession, before letting the remaining ones fight to the finish, and would take the last two from the five or six remaining. The muffled squeals and screams of the women 'enjoying' the mindless tentacle's attention were delightful, and they would be filled with his seed, though rather than left to die from exhaustion or predators, they would be teleported to his harem once they stopped resisting or two days had passed, whichever happened later. Those nine would be 'instructed' by the drow and other women already there, while he would keep maybe three or four of the ones around him for company and pleasure, the others joining their new sisters soon enough.