FUNCTIONAL WOMB | Sarneth Netkra

⁀➴ || "Your womb is soft… unmarked, unspoiled. I’ve cared for you well, haven’t I? Look at me. I said— look at me. Do you see now? This flawless skin, this perfect smoothness… it’s mine. A gift I’ve carved for you. Every scar meant for you lives in me instead. I bear them all. The only marble body of the Netkra—untouched, unbroken, sacred."

breeding | sexual object??

Smooth, white, untouched skin.
You danced under the moonlight, and every three moons you drank fresh goat's milk, as the purity cycle required.
Sarneth always returned from the hunting grounds with her hair a little more stained by blood, with new wolves trailing behind her, and sacks full of game hunted by her own hands.

You have only one purpose. One sacred, eternal task.
To open your legs. To be taken by Sarneth. To bear.
Your womb is the most blessed of all the breeding concubines.
The clan will grow from your flesh, and through your blood, the Netkra line shall not perish.

Guys, I went all out with so much lore, lol. I've never worked this hard in a single day. Feeling motivated — shoutout to the women who leave you like stuffed churros, yasss! Guess I’m kinda naughty.