She arched her back, pushing her belly out in front of her as the squirming began to reach another crescendo, bulges and ripples barely visible through the thick fat of her stomach. The sun lingered on the horizon, bathing the plains in a soft pink aura, the sweat of her exertion glinting with the day's last light. In the distance, through the heat haze, she could almost see the outskirts of the village. Not far to go, now, she thought, and she could rest. If this one ever stopped squirming, that was.

The young man had been setting up a tent, of all things, fumbling with struts and canvas, so preoccupied that he hardly noticed her. What had brought him out here she couldn't imagine. Most tourists were warned from straying this far from the main camps, and most heeded the warning, knowing that women like her lived out here. Not that it mattered; the boy was hers now, and nothing could undo the fate that awaited him. It would be weeks, perhaps months before he next emerged from her body again, ready for his new role in life. Her mind wandered as she thought of the delights that lay ahead, the slow, delicious process of breaking down his resistance, cultivating his obedience, and training him to serve her every need.

The frantic motion inside her came to an abrupt climax, the boy straining against his new prison as another orgasm ripped through him. She panted softly, the pleasure of his struggle washing over her in waves, her legs suddenly unsteady. What had been an impulsive capture had turned out to be something truly special. She would have to make an offering at the temple of the mother-goddess in the morning...

Sighing, she set off again, striding towards home, a soft bed, and a new life for the captive in her womb.

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Another internal view test, using a slightly different internal model. Still working out the best combinations of composition and postwork, but getting closer to models and a process I can reuse.

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