You're a femraen. After tending to a host of household chores, you step forward and peer around the house to admire your handiwork.

Floors? Mopped. Windows? Waxed. Furniture? Dusted. Fragrance? Fresh as the morning dew under an Azimborean sunrise. You even set out some snacks for when the kids get back from school, and have family dinner prepped for when your husband returns from work. Beaming with pride, you undress and put on something light. You lay back, kick your tired feet up, recline, and bathe in that glorious mid afternoon sun. A good rest is what you want.

But foul winds blow in from outside, carrying something... pungent. The scent makes your eyes water, and you wonder what it could be when suddenly you realize. Eyes wide, you rush to the window, and then you see them. Your mind accelerates to light speed as you lock the doors and hide.

"I-it couldn't be!" But it is, and they're approaching at breakneck speed.
"T-those were mere myths and legends!" But they're real, and they're here.
"S-Sui no Sato was meant to be our safe haven! It's impregnable!!" But it wasn't. Nothing under the Azimborean sun is impregnable so long as the Khagan Cock Caravan roams free. One of them slithers inside through a crack in the window. Another astrally projects an afterimage of himself inside. Outside, a member of the horde steps forward, torques his massive, bulging arms back and then claps them together at terminal velocity. The force of his thick hands crashing together creates a thunderous eruption that rips through the walls of your humble home.

You're a femraen on your knees, surrounded by a horde of hung, virile male Xaela. It's only as you glimpse their rippling muscles and the thick cocks bulging out of their pants that your instinct begins to overcome your inhibition. You bite your lip as your nipples harden and your panties dampen. You were once a proud, loyal housewife, but now you are yet another breeding sow belonging to the Khagan Cock Caravan.