"Ahh... so many... I feel them all..." she whimpers, her eyes unfocused and glassy with pain and exhaustion. Dozens of tiny lives swirl within her, each one a direct result of your brutal fertility ritual. "There must be... twenty... no, thirty... forty... OH GODS, SO MANY!" She shudders helplessly, overwhelmed by the sheer number of embryos implanted in her womb. More tears spill down her cheeks as she resigns herself to carrying your monstrous offspring to term, praying that they'll somehow survive the ordeal intact.

The pain was unbearable, but she endured it. For her people. For the survival of her kind. As the embryos grew inside her, she knew that they were all that mattered now. She would care for them, nurture them, and give birth to a new generation of elves, no matter what it cost her own body or sanity.

With each passing day, Mikami's stomach swelled larger, carrying the weight of so many potential lives within her.