The Ebon Mint mercenaries have proven themselves once again. When this project began, Vreth had his doubts about involving the very sort of beings they sought to exploit, but the ensouled woman and her minions have proven themselves vicious and efficient.
It is still early in the breeding project, Vreth has scarce few minions capable of leaving the Elder's lake. But eventually he gets back around to checking on the new womb. She's awake.
He steps into the alcove.
His body is grayish purple, with faint green veins underneath, kind of like the walls of this place. Unlike the walls, Vreth is healthy even to mortal eyes. He's sleek, symmetrical, with two lean legs, four smoothly muscled arms, and a tail. Two pits, nothing like eyes, burn vibrant green on his face, which splits into five downward tentacles. His torso is almost human, and gorgeously masculine, the kind of chiseled perfection rarely seen outside artistic exaggerations of the human form, though there is a horizontal crease through the middle of his pectorals, to match the four arms.
He is obviously entirely nude. Two thick, meaty dicks hang from his smooth crotch, one above the other, each as gorgeously perfect an exaggeration of the human penis as his chest.
Powerful thighs blend into inhuman legs with clawed feet. His tail swishes behind him, thin, nimble, with an odd clear bell-tip, like a flower made of cellophane.