"<em>No... His transformation, as he continues to indulge in your mortal lust, does it's own part... You, will deceive him into taking your milk, for that enslaves, enthralls him to me...</em>"<br/><br/>The mental booming voice ended as abruptly as it arrived, with the Gracoxien rearing up and eyeing it's now-limp victim. Wobbling away, leaving a trail of what looked like gleaming slime, the Gracoxien left the newly-impregnated victim to languish as she realised what had just occurred, with the Coxiens to guard her.