Abigaille yelped when she heard his words, blushing, her hands tightening around his shaft.
"W-Wait—Kafi—!"
Olivia, trembling nearby, clutched her arms around herself, her voice quivering with confusion.
"But, but, Kafi, aren't you supposed to not act like an animal anymore? You're back to normal, right?"
Kafka's lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes glinting with a primal hunger that hadn't fully faded.
"Oh, you're most certainly right, Mom. I'm in control now. I'm me again."
His voice was low, dripping with confidence, but a faint blush crept up his neck.
"But that doesn't mean I've lost the urge to impregnate every single women in this room."
His gaze locked onto Olivia, then flicked to Abigaille, making them both flush deeper.
"That includes you two. I want to fill these pussies up with my seed, put my babies inside you and make you carry my children for nine months, before pushing them out into the world."
