Voracity

by LurkingEvil

Sometimes a single, innocuous decision can turn a life upside down. I could never have imagined that for me, it was staying up late one night playing a dying game with an old friend. Now in a world of sheep I am the wolf. And I can't stop...can't stop eating.

11. Interlude: Broodmother

Voracity

Interlude

Broodmother

Preface: Hello, gentle reader! This whole side story / vision was meant to be placed further on, so sort of contains future spoilers, though not really. Retroactive spoilers? Anyway. Also, this chapter is purely smut, purely optional, and you will not miss any major plot point in Voracity by skipping this. In honor of Halloween, Kinktober, and because of numerous anonymous requests, I present: Broodmother. Happy Halloween!

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Ever since coming to this new world, I had been at the mercy of its whims. Tormented by things beyond my control and assaulted by feelings and desires rooted in my flesh. Nazarick had been attacked again and again, and although we had triumphed, it was not a state I would abide any longer. Not if I had the means to change it. I had resisted my instincts for too long. It was time to grow a new Brood. One unbound by the petty realities of the game that preceded our new home.

And I knew how my task must begin.

Demiurge answered my summons, his cloven hooves padded softly on the pelts on the floor of my bedchamber. One of many that had been carved into the mountains to the north of Nazarick. I didn't want to crowd the Tomb with the force I wanted to grow. Dark stone absorbed the light cast by the long, low hearth which occupied one whole wall. Fire crackled softly, licking against the aura of shadows that played along the floor with the guardian's presence.

As a Shapeshifter, Demiurge had no 'true' form. In my opinion however, he did have a 'best' form. To me, it was when he wore his Arch-Devil body. Following my requests to the spirit as well as letter, he came to me naked. Chiseled muscles popped across his pale, ashy skin. Pectorals carved from marble, and arms that looked to be able to crush bones to splinters glistened from being freshly oiled. I knew he could sprout wings if he wished, but I rather liked him without because they would have distracted from his broad shoulders.

He mostly had the body of a man, albeit one with a physique of a god. Save for his silver armored tail, and the bare bone of his ram skull face. I knew it was in honor of his creator. What set him apart from Ulbert were those entrancing diamond eyes of his that made him into a living, breathing work of art, glittering in his polished sockets. The finishing touch was his manhood. An endowment so thick I almost doubted being able to wrap both hands around it and have my fingers touch. He had a blunt, flared head and a prodigious medial ring that made my loins ache in anticipation.

This was not a devil who would keep a lady waiting.

As he kneeled in supplication, his cock proudly at attention, I rose from the gargantuan bed and went to meet him.

My body was a good deal more monstrous. Eight legs of segmented black exoskeleton supported my heavily armored abdomen. Driders had thin, spider limbs. Mine were trunks of formidable bulk. Their might was to support the mass of my body. While I did not have the best damage output, I was an immovable anchor. Torque's chains wrapped around each, his chainstaff body giving me a focal point to entrap and draw foes into range of my heavy limbs and rip them to shreds. Long blades of bone ran along my four forward legs, able to be extended and retracted in battle. Across the back of my abdomen was a rippling acidic green hump, separated by bands of taut cartilage.

That was just my lower body. My face was a short muzzle of interlocked fangs. Two small mandibles curled up from the hinges of my jaw. Mostly decorative, really. In contrast to Demiurge's diamond eyes, my own were obsidian spheres of inky black. Legacy from my roots as a Primordial Scourge. A proud bony crest swept back from my head, branching into the curling spikes befitting the royal Broods. Dreadlocks hung to my back, clattering like osseous windchimes.

A marching zig zag of chitinous plates started just below my chest, running down the length of my stomach to the underside of my abdomen. The tattoos of Broodmother were blooming spirals of spiked whorls that wove across my breasts and abdominal plating in a mad artistic rendition of fertility. A thorny garden from which to grow my Brood rendered acidic green. My breasts were generous to say the least. They were proportionally sized to me which meant their pillowy softness could probably have enveloped Demiurge's monstrous cock. Despite being the least firm part of this body, my ample globes retained video game character perkiness. Bright green nipples stood out against the dark skin. Normally I wore molded plate armor in battle. Now, my breasts were hidden in the elaborate black robes scribed with runes of the Niflheim underhive cities.

Long arms were tipped in hands that appeared to be wicked claws, yet were just as dextrous as my human appendages had been. The biomechanical machinery was ever evident, depicted as turning gears of bone and cartilage. No matter what Broods I experimented with, I always trod the same final path as Prophet of Evolution.

I was slow. Ponderously so. To make up for that I had astronomical defense as well as health. My true strength was not in my abilities as a tank or Master of Chains, though they were prodigious. It was my summons. The whole point of the Broodmothers was to make and advance their own creations. Splice together the most dangerous pieces of different monsters and the essence of the most powerful warriors to create the perfect soldier. I had gathered a formidable force of Evolved. They were easy enough to make, and powerful in their own right. But they took time, and our enemies would not wait.

Before, the ritual of creating my most powerful Brood warriors was done with menus and slowly crawling progress bars. Now it required a much more... Intimate approach.

"Rise, Demiurge." I bid the guardian, and he did so with his trademark perfection. Stepping so close he had to crane his neck to look up at me, I stopped within a bare inch of him. Watching the fire dance inside his eye with lustful anticipation. This was all for a purpose, but I knew that he would make sure it was an enjoyable experience. The musky scent of an eager male sent shivers down my throat. A quick glance down. I couldn't help it. My eyes strayed to his massive cock and the drop of sticky precum that welled up from his tip.

"You called me, Lady Tyrannica, and I have answered. Forever your faithful servant." The stygian depths of his voice vibrated in my chest. With the tenderness of a disciple worshiping their goddess, he brushed a knuckle along my cheek.

"Would you give me this gift, Demiurge? Would you give me your essence? Your seed? That I may grow a child born of our strength?" One of my hands laid over his, guiding him to place his palm above my racing hearts. With my other, I stroked the underside of his member. His manhood twitched again at my touch. He wasn't just huge, his manhood was heavy too, and my insides clenched at the thought.

"It would be my honor. Not just my duty. My privilege." He breathed with reverence. Demiurge slid the robes off my shoulders, letting the garment fall away so we both were naked. A wave of warmth washed over my bosom, my nipples stiffening under Demiurge's lustful breath.

Although I would have loved to continue, our height difference made putting his cock anywhere but my hands rather difficult, so I turned and climbed back onto the bed. Purposefully made large enough for the two of us, I folded my legs underneath myself and lounged onto a pile of cushions.

Tucked in the curve where my belly bent to fuse into my large abdomen, my sex glistened. I imagined that anatomically, Driders and other such creature's mating holes were similarly placed. In this form, my Broodmother body, my womanhood was a luxuriant flower. Tightly tucked lips along my rather long slit hid the treasures within. I was already dripping with arousal, sticky trails running down to my underbelly. In preparation for the carnal magic, my Queensguard had fluffed me. They spent the previous hour keeping my trembling core on the edge of climax.

Normally, not even a blush of the verdant emerald of my inner flesh was visible. Now, the warm air of the room kissed my privates. Because of the teasing my vulva was so plump with need that I knew my intimate parts were bare to Demiurge's eye. My nub was a swollen diamond, poking out from the top of my lips. Feeling as raw as I was aroused. The magic of the ritual had done its work as well. My Queensguard had not just engaged in a bit of heavy petting for the sake of it, they had rubbed sacred oils, laced with stimulants and heady medicines to prepare my body for what was to come.

Demiurge came up onto the sheets, holding his cock with one hand. Even though his eyes were just faceted gems, I could tell his attention was fixed on the Broodmother flower, drooling nectar in anticipation. Laying on my side was most comfortable for us. He got to plant his knees wide enough for good leverage while I was able to just enjoy myself.

Watching in fascination, my hearts thudded against my fused rib cage as Demiurge rubbed the blunt head of his fat cock into my slit. I shuddered each time he dragged the crown of his tool up into my exposed clit. But I moaned aloud whenever he pressed into the dip of my entrance. Because the broad head of Demiurge's cock could not easily fit, he had to put more and more bodyweight behind it. My lips parted wider and wider, compressed even as they opened into a lewd stretch. Finally, he loosened me enough to actually get inside, a sudden few inches of his length spearing inside as the flared head overcame the first challenge.

"You're very tight, my Lady." He grunted, the clench of his jaw audible in his tone.

Torque's chains rattled as my Living Weapon chuckled.

"You're just... Really big, Demiurge. Don't stop though. Fuck me until you cum." I gasped as his girth exposed my normally tightly woven walls. Although my sex tried to squeeze, the buxom inner folds were at the mercy of his savage length. At my prompting, he did as I bid, pumping his hips forward, threatening to drag my inside out with how his flare yanked on the other side of my entrance. Even with my hole constantly leaking and his own member dribbling precum to aid in his penetration, he still had to work me open. Each thrust got him deeper, stealing my breath with his girth. When his medial ring bumped against my petals, I could sense the hesitance in his hips.

I wrapped an arm around his neck and drew him close to moan in his ear.

"Give it to me, Demiurge. All of you. Make me pregnant." I implored.

That little bit of coaxing was all he needed to plunge the thickest parts of his manhood into my welcoming pussy. As his root kissed my lower lips, I nearly jumped when his head bumped into my cervix. He struggled to stuff his fat manhood into my stubborn hole. At first at least. He pulled back far, his hips working those amazing muscles to ram longer strokes into my spasming depths. The wide head stimulated my velvet walls with its maddeningly wonderful swell. Each thrust let him plunge in a little easier.

At first our mating had overwhelmed my senses. Now, a wondrous buzz of pleasure radiated from my sex. Without respite, I could tell Demiurge was being overwhelmed by the luxury offered by me. He did not need to last some arbitrary amount of time for the ritual to work. He just needed to succumb. The way he hunched over me, grabbing onto my carapace for leverage as he pounded, enticed more nectar from my greedy hole. The brutal rutting made me grateful for the relaxed position we were in. Although he had been hard for a nearly unbearable amount of time and already on the edge before he entered me, Demiurge proved his devotion to me through sex for a solid few minutes.

Then his thrusting grew erratic and I knew what was about to happen. At just the right angle, the Arch-Devil's cum poured against the smooth bump of the entrance to my womb. With magic and some Pophet of Evolution manipulation, I had prepared my body ahead of time and the normally guarded muscle of my cervix was oh so slightly open to let a small trickle of Demiurge's seed pour straight into my womb. My chalice felt about ready to melt under assault from the high pressure stream of demon virility.

I cried out as Demiurge vented his masculine release against me. I could tell he was putting his all into it, leaving no inch of my insides untouched by him. His cum painted every intimate crease and fold as my primary womb filled. With the cock of a bull, he came like a bull and gave me an appropriately massive creampie. My verdant green insides were laden with his gift. Once it was fertilized, the ovum would be transferred to my egg chamber to be implanted there.

Pulling out of me with a wet slurp, his head came free with a lewd pop and a slurry of our milky mixture. Sticky strings connected us together as we both panted. The sheets were a total mess and my lower lips remained slightly parted after our coitus. Though I wished to linger longer, basking in his afterglow, there was more to do. This was only the first part of the ritual.

"Thank you for this gift, Demiurge. Once they're born, I'll [Message] you." I pressed my forehead to his, lacking the lips to properly kiss him. Hopefully he would understand the affection. By the way he reached up and caressed my face as he did only on the rarest occasions, I think he did.

"The honor was mine, Lady Tyrannica, that you believed me to be the best candidate for your experiments. Nazarick will have an heir." Demiurge was confident, ardent with conviction. I had called the guardian to this duty, and he had answered. Something I would be forever grateful for.

"So it shall." While not necessarily part of the deep magic, I spoke the words with the same reverence.

Humming a wordless tune to myself, I called Torque's staff body to my outstretched hand, pulled my robes back on, and exited the chamber. Though, right before I did, I made sure to look back at Demiurge with a hand over the smooth plates covering my belly. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, yet I could have sworn there was a glint in the Arch-Devil's gemstone eyes.

Out in the hall linking the specially prepared chambers, glowing globes recessed into the stone walls suffused the area in soft light. Yalat and Yalig waited for me fretfully, practically clinging to the threshold. They hated having me out of their sight even if it was by my request for privacy. Private to me, at least.

"I still think one of the others would have been better, Mistress." Yalat bickered, wiping a cloth soaked in cool water across my brow, adjusting my robes as she did so.

"He may have bested me in chess, but I could still bully him in the arena." Yalig griped, her own cloth that she used to clean my sex was anointed in soothing oils. The fragrant rosewater mixture soothed the rawness around the edges of my slit without abating any of my need. Neither of them liked Demiurge, though they had been convinced of my desire to have him begin the great undertaking. Their chattering about him amused me to no end.

They were my attendants. Royal servants and peerless bodyguards. My faithful Queensguard.

Even though I stood nearly ten feet, the two of them were just as tall. They were towering, bipedal creatures of matte black carapace. Their sleek bodies were lithe, possessing an unnatural grace in their gait. They wielded tower shields that stretched from throat to ankle in one hand and long spears in the other. Black tendrils hung like banners from the hafts of the spears that would entangle foes. Preternatural physical strength and speed combined with their monstrous defensive skills made it impossible for an enemy to approach me unscathed.

They had slightly longer, draconic muzzles and their teeth were a good deal larger. Instead of a crest, thick horns sprouted from their foreheads following a sharp, backward curve. What really set them apart was that they had no eye sockets. Instead, multiple sets of eyes were set into their horns, recessed behind bony windows like arrow slits in a castle. Quite useful when peering over their massive shields. If either or both of them died, it would give me an empowerment that would last for hours, granting me terrible killing power normally reserved for more combat focused Broods.

My strength was in creating tailored armies. On the field, my role was to provide buffs and healing while conducting what skills or magic my summons used. They were living weapons to be aimed and unleashed upon the enemy. When I had deleted my character those years ago, I had lost the legacy of the Brood I had crafted. I could make the lesser Broods without much effort. Reavers, Wraiths, Disciples, and even Suture Priests. They would not be enough. We would need more than even the strength of my Evolved in the coming wars. I had seen it, as immutable as fate could ever be.

With the future yet unwritten, it could be changed. What we needed were Emperors.

Therein lay the problem. Simply put, I could only do the ritual to create my apex offspring once. Only when that one died could I make another. Just as I could only have two Queensguard at a time and no more. A frustrating reality I had to live with. However, just because there were rules which could not be broken, did not preclude them from being bent. The ritual was just about immutable. Even in my research, I had been unable to overcome the limits coded into the fabric of the magic. I discovered one loophole. Through rapid use of Royal Jelly and Niflheim Ambrosia, I could duplicate the egg creation part of the ritual up to four times. Only caveat being that I had to select four different 'donors' as it were.

As Yalat and Yalig tended to me, rubbing salves laced with stimulants across my breasts and sex, I reflected on creating my Queensguard.

Yalat and Yalig were two of the most vital components in rebuilding the strength of my forces. As Queensgaurd, the two never really left my side unless I directly ordered them. Not just protectors, the two also were midwives, ensuring that every hatching, birth, or chrysalis emergence had no chance of going wrong. Stillbirths and miscarriages were common among the highest tier summons of the Broodmother. So the Queensguard were an investment. A steep one. But the prodigious resources sunk into the two of them would soon pay off.

They had been... Difficult births. Ironic, given their intended purpose. Their connection to me had necessitated a more intimate delivery. Instead of the spacious egg chamber in my abdomen, the Queensguard needed my actual womanhood to grow. After I'd eaten the jellied embryos containing the naescent essence of the two of them, I'd retired to a private bath back in Nazarick.

In the game I just needed to endure a tedious hour watching a progress bar and hitting a button when prompted. In the flesh, my primary chalice had bloated from the growth of their twinned larval forms until I looked every bit the Broodmother I was. Over not one but several hours, my belly grew to look on the verge of bursting with pregnancy. The warm water helped a great deal when contractions wracked me. Labor wasn't the real trial. It had just been a sign to me that it was the time and a signal to Yalat and Yalig to come out. They did most of the work, opening me from the inside and using the undulating motions of their larval bodies.

Even in their smaller form, the two of them had split me wide open with their emergence. I hadn't known my poor sex could stretch so far and at the time feared my pelvis would fracture from their size. It also didn't help that they were covered in spikes made of sharp bone that scraped and snagged. If I recall correctly, the YGGDRASIL devs added the damage to prevent an item duplication exploit in cancelling the process over and over. I had shrieked a thousand curses on the dev's fucking names as Yalat and Yalig tore their way free of my Broodmother slit.

I shuddered to remember the mess tainting the water and the ache in my fingers from crushing the edge of the pool. Only once the newborns were no longer connected to me did my Prophet of Evolution resistances kick in and block most of the pain. After the ordeal, my nethers were left a bloody ruin that had taken days of work from my most talented Suture Priests to fix.

Trailing scraps of the parasitic tendrils they at one point used to leech nutrients from me, Yalat and Yalig instinctively crawled up to bosom. They could sense the droplets of liquid beginning to leak from my nipples. Too exhausted and numb, I lay there recovering my senses after the short torture had fried my higher thought. In their passion to feed, their budding horns had cut my chest, letting my blood flow and mix with the milk they drank from my breasts.

Born of sanguine bone, nourished by sweet crimson-streaked cream, their bond was forged. They were perfect, and quickly grew into their beautiful adult bodies.

During the Dragon Kingdom subjugation, they had distinguished themselves in the field and subsequent siege. Yalat had culled thousands, racking up almost as high a kill count as me. While Yalig ripped open the so-called 'Unbreakable Bulwark' of the capital with a single blow from her spear.

Torque draped chains over their shoulders, naturally drawn to them by proximity. They welcomed his touch, their link to me stronger through his contact.

"Mistress, the one known as Sebas has rebuffed us. He refuses the sacred oils." Yalig worked my braids, working out the kinks in the chains that ran through them as she spoke. While I was mating with Demiurge, one of them was supposed to have been getting the next guardian ready.

"We tried offering him our bodies in any way he desired in order to whet his appetite for you, Mistress. By your word. Oral, vaginal, anal, nothing enticed him. He stands in his other form, just as you ordered, but no more." Yalat's slender fingers pushed and pulled at my petals, keeping constant feather light pressure on my clit, horns blinking at me. Torque hummed appreciatively at her touch. Both of them took their lessons from Albedo to heart.

"Then I'll have to deal with him alone." I sighed. Of course this had to be difficult. "Give me the Emperor's Panacea."

Clearly they wanted to protest, but my Queensguard complied. They cupped their hands together and their palms filled with a mound of golden honey still on the comb, swirling with streaks of purple so deep it was almost black. The thick, waxy honeycomb of the Royal Jelly and Ambrosia mixture filled my mouth. Some of the precious jelly nearly fell free only to be scooped up by my attendants and poured back into my maw. I chewed, swallowing the dense honey. Its sweetness was almost more than I could stand. A haze fell over me as the Ambrosia did its work, stirring the cauldron of hormones that boiled my blood.

"Mmff!" I moaned, nearly choking. Yalat and Yalig pressed their bodies to mine. Both of them massaged my stomach as it rippled with cramps. The zygote Demiurge had made was already nestled in my egg chamber. Before I catalyzed the Brood, I had to seize the chance to make more. The concoction of irreplaceable Niflheim consumables coaxed my ovaries to expel another egg cell. Forcefully ovulating was a bit intense to say the least. Doing it twice was something else entirely.

I felt bad, doing this to Torque multiple times. Though I shielded his consciousness from the worst of the effects, he still entered a trance-like state. He was a Living Weapon. A chainstaff with his sentience tied inextricably into mine. There was only the conduit between our thoughts. As the Panacea clouded my reason, Torque sank into a fugue state of his own.

My Queensguard held me close and soothed the fiery ache taking root within. With their help and by slamming my willpower against the tidal wave of sensation, I took control of myself once again. And I would have to do this two more times. Already my veins felt aflame as my hearts labored under the stress.

I pushed the thought aside and went into the next bedchamber.

Much like the other room, this one had a fireplace. Unlike the other, this one was less wide though it stretched high. Burning Everceder created a tall, steady flame. Brighter, though the shadows were stronger. The magic circles carved into the floor were clearly visible and the black expanse of the bed at their center.

Sebas stood watching the flame. He was the very image of stately repose with his hands clasped behind his back, still in his suit, starched coattails and all. Even more so in his Dragonoid form. His draconic face had all the severity a patriarch of an unruly house would wear. The dancing light played along his black and white scales. If looks alone could kill, the deep onyx and red sliver of his slit-pupil eyes would have slain champions in that moment.

In fact he was so lost, he hesitated to turn around at my arrival. To most anyone else, it would have gone unnoticed. So slight had it been, I almost did not believe it myself. He bowed as my limbs tapped against the stone. Though some of the hardness disappeared from his features, he resumed his noble posture.

"Hello, Lady Tyrannica." His greeting was as formal as his pose. Still aware enough to sense my annoyance, Torque rattled in agitation. His body vibrated under my palm and vague notions of reprisal bubbled through him. I shushed him as best I could. Torque squeezed me tighter, and I found reassurance in his embrace.

What was Sebas thinking? When choosing the guardians, I had laid out what I wanted in crystal clear terms so as not to be misunderstood. Demiurge had thrown himself into the task with relish. He wanted babies for Nazarick almost as much as Albedo did. Here was Sebas, one who I would have thought to be the most obedient, proving me wrong in that assumption.

I drew close. Within reach. While also still respectful. He was actually taller than me. I was impressed that his uniform changed too. His nostrils flared ever so slightly. He could probably smell the pheromones that clung to my skin like an expensive perfume just as I caught scent of the wood polish and fresh linen that hung about him. Though slight, my scent exposed a slight crack in Sebas' unflappable demeanor.

Hard to deny a ripe and ready female when she's right in front of you, huh, Sebas?

"Why do you hesitate, Sebas?" My tone was neither accusatory, nor reprimanding. Just curious. I could just order him. Yet, I had enough respect for him not to. Arms tingling, I peeked just a little through the lens of foresight. I had worked hard to gain mastery over the knowledge of future events afforded by Prophet of Evolution. So that's what it was. Now I knew what Sebas was feeling, though not precisely how he was going to express it.

"Even though we are not in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, I am still your butler, ma'am. Your humble servant. I understand what you wish of me, Lady Tyrannica. Though it would be my duty to serve, it would be unspeakable of me to perform such an act without placing you first." The rumbling depths of his Dragonoid voice was like the sea in the eye of a storm.

I smiled, nearly grinning as I fought down the urge to laugh. Sebas was too much of a gentleman. The idea of selfishly taking his pleasure and giving me none in return was too much for him to bear. He was trapped by the internal conflict of following orders conflicting with the temperament programmed into him. Moving just a little closer, I placed a hand on his chest.

"I need you more than you know, Sebas. More than that, Nazarick needs this from you. I'm sorry if making a child with me makes you uncomfortable. But I would not ask it if I didn't think it was vital." A small stab of self-doubt gouged me just below the throat, even through the fog of the Ambrosia. "I know I'm not beautiful, like Tuare. If I'm so disgusting that you can't... You know." I looked away, drawing back my hand. It was not meant as a stab against his masculinity. Just a moment of weakness.

"Not at all, Lady Tyrannica!" Sebas adjusted only slightly, letting his scaly hands rest at his side rather than held tight at his back.

"I'm being serious, Sebas. If you really don't want to do this..." It hurt to give voice to such a thing, and by Quetzalcoatl's feathered tits I would be true to my word if he did turn me down. I crossed my arms over my chest, holding each opposite shoulder. As if the simple gesture would shield me from hurt.

This time it was Sebas that moved closer to me. He dropped his pitch impossibly lower, still clear over the crackling Evercedar.

"It is not that I do not wish it. I will never betray my duties to you, or Lord Ainz. Never. You are beautiful, Lady Tyrannica. Any sane person would understand the honor of being chosen. Is it selfish of me to want to perform my duties beyond the letter of intent? Perhaps, if it would be agreeable with you, I could have the chance to perform more than just the basics." A hopeful undercurrent rippled through his resonance that shook my bones. Maybe it was just the drug-like aphrodisiac, but he was having quite the effect on me.

"I would like that. I really would. If we did this properly, I mean. May I... Share something with you, Sebas?" Crouching low enough so I could bury my face in his clean smelling collar gave me the confidence to keep going. I would never admit to anyone unto my dying day how much of my feminine pride was riding on this.

"Of course, my Lady. I will keep whatever secret in the utmost confidence." Was his reply. I could hear the low whistle as he took a breath through his nose. While I didn't have Albedo's power of alluring pheromones, there were things I wondered if he could smell. Could he tell just by scent that I was at the peak fertility of my cycle? Or was it just the potent Royal Jelly making my musk all the richer? I whined openly, moaning like a bitch in heat as the mushy knot of my sex throbbed in neglect.

"I was hesitant to ask you to do this. To be here with me. You know how I can see things?" I closed my eyes and dared to lightly hug Sebas.

"The gift of your prophecies has aided Nazarick many times, Great Reborn One."

"When it's just us like this, call me Tyrannica." I smiled, though he couldn't see it.

"Yes, Lady Tyrannica." He answered, his sturdy arms circling the slimmest part of my waist with a grace that belied their might.

"I like when you say lady." I murmured. Reaching back, I folded my fingers over top of his digits, guiding one of his hands to slip under my robes. Pressing his palm against my puffy mound, I made it clear what I wanted. As both a butler and unarmed fighter, Sebas's skill lay in his hands. Those talented fingers of his artfully worked my obscenely erect clit. He was unfamiliar with me specifically, so just seemed to explore, varying his motions to find what I best responded to.

I took a moment before continuing.

"Sometimes I seek out my visions. Sometimes they find me. It is your voice in this form. It's magnificent. It draws me in with every word." When I spoke, I did not exaggerate. It was the same sense when I balanced on the cusp of a true vision. That unreal space between where my sense of what is and will happen become muddled.

"You are the sea at storm. Great and terrible in its aspect. You don't know how at your mercy I am, right now. Every time you speak I am drawn into that depth. You are at once the storm and the master of it. It is your power. Your might. You're so strong, Sebas. Noble too. Make love to me. I beg you, good sir. Make love to me as I know only you can. Bless me with the gift of creation shared between a man and woman." I felt through my intuition that these were the right things to say. Or maybe, the right way to say them.

"Hm, is that so?" He intoned like a thunderhead.

"Mphfwuah!" I tried to muffle my cry as he slipped two fingers into my sex while his thumb pressed on my clit. My aching nub was pushed on both sides as he curled up into my g-spot.

"Sebas... Please, please make me cum. I wanna cum. Please make me cum!" I implored. Legs twitching, my stomach churned as if threatening to explode.

"By your word, Tyrannica." Rumbling like thunder, his chuckle was so like the tempest I described. His thumb pressed tight circles, pushing up my nerve-rich hood while his other digits forcefully squished the secret spot inside. As wondrous climax engulfed me, my sex tried quite fervently to draw in more of his scaly fingers. I didn't realize how liberating it would be to let myself go, even as I held on for the ride.

A long stream of feminine juices gushed around Sebas as he worked me inside and out. Clenching over and over, my slit poured with fluid. I nearly collapsed from the force of it, my many jointed legs feeling a bit weak after the power of his ministrations. For dramatic effect, I let myself crumple somewhat. Enough for Sebas to lunge forth and catch me. Though my sex mourned the sudden loss. My lips remained parted as my hole gaped ever so slightly. I could tell by the sudden rush of air brushing along my emerald creases.

Just like his creator, he played the part of the hero well.

"Please, won't you help me, Sebas?" With genuine desire, I looked into his eyes.

"Yes, my Lady." He intoned. I took it as permission. With my own hands still shaking from climax, Torque began to peel the clothes off the Butler of Steel.

All the work I had put into coaxing Sebas to set aside his obligation as a guardian and simply lean into being a red-blooded male paid off as he stripped me. With the same delicacy as if I were made of porcelain, he pulled off my robes before tossing them to one side. His slit-pupil eyes widened a hair as my breasts were revealed. He fit his hands beneath them, testing the weight of my ample bosom. The Royal Jelly was beginning to take its toll. Growing warmth made my nipples ever more sensitive. Fresh air made my already aching buds stiffen further. Whether he knew it or not, a quiet murmur of approval from him made my lady-bits quite happy.

There was no way to hide my curiosity as I pulled down his pants.

His cock was a work of fucking art. Or, artful fucking as the case would soon be. While not as thick as Demiurge had been, Sebas had about the same length. Instead of a wide flare, the Dragonoid member was blessed with a more spade-shaped tip. The real star of the show were the numerous backswept ridges that prominently adorned the modest curve of his shaft.

Tantalizing, mouth-watering, pussy-crushing to be honest. Those did not do it justice fully erect in front of me. Not with how his black and pale silver patterns gave it a truly mesmerizing quality. I could spend hours just performing oral. My tongue pressed into the roof of my mouth inadvertently. Or enough length to put him between my tits and sucking on his tip. Oh gods, and he was going to put that inside me.

"Sebas, you're... Magnificent." I gasped. No matter how polite, complimenting his manhood got another contented growl from Sebas. It was testing my luck, yet I wanted to get a literal feel of him. One gentle squeeze around his erection told me all I needed. Not only did he look impressive, his manhood was as hard as actual steel. No give at all. There would not be molding on his part. My lady-bits twinged in a bit of masochistic glee.

Sebas was large in his dragon form. Bigger even than me. I would need to adopt a different position if I wanted to properly engage with him. Maybe it was just the hormones talking, but I wanted all he had to give stuffed inside. Fortunately, this body was deceptively flexible. There wasn't a massive bed placed in the room for looks alone. Stepping backward, I found the bed with my rear legs and draped my bulk onto the cushions. Although I did feel a bit silly, a lot like a spider on its back with all my legs up in the air, my need outweighed my sense of shame.

A quick come hither gesture was all Sebas needed. I giggled coyly as he clambered over the expansive belly of my abdomen to get to my waist and the prize waiting at the join of my hips. His legs straddled my abdomen and he gripped the headboard for support as the Dragonoid took his cock in hand. Continuing in his idea of making love, he dragged the head of his manhood through my petals. While his tip rubbing against my clit was nice, it was just more teasing. When Sebas dragged himself down, I pushed up to meet him. Neither of us could keep quiet as his pointed tip slid effortlessly into my pussy.

At my insistent humping, my lover got the hint. The draconic member Sebas was endowed with provided... Intense stimulation. His texture was beyond compare. Every time a ridge slid past its widest point and my tunnel closed behind it only to be stretched by the next. Even vigorous warm up would not have fully prepared me for the savage tip of steel member gliding into the end of my tunnel. Stabbing just past my cervix, Sebas tented the end of my pussy with his spear. Every crease and turn of my normally sprialling Broodmother sex ached as it was held open and could get no yield in the tool forcing me wide. Most males were held in thrall by my velvet vice.

Sebas was not most.

He started slow. Agonizingly slow. Each double beat of my hearts was an inch of his length in or out. As he planted his arms on either side of my head, I wrapped two of my legs around him to give a subtle nudge that I wanted more and faster. Those ridges tortured the walls of my cunny as his pace increased.

Not content with merely fucking me, I cried out in unexpected joy as he let go of the bed to wrap his arms around my shoulders. Nuzzling into my neck, he whispered sweet nothings that rippled along my nerves. Potent mutterings of how good I felt, how warm I was, how soft, how alluring, travelled through my egg chamber, stoking the embers of my primal, wanton desire to get knocked up by such a specimen.

Soon, he was sawing his full, unyielding length in and out of me. Each time his hips slapped against my stomach, I nearly saw white. And every time he came within a hair of slipping out of me completely, my furthest depths mourned his absence, only to force a whimper from me when he inevitably plunged against my end again. He wasn't as thick was Demiurge, though he was just as long and his ridges were much more intense than I usually preferred. Yet, I was committed, and laid back to enjoy being trapped underneath Sebas' bulk. There was a curious tug in my belly as his rhythm churned my inner walls. With a jolt in my womb, I realized that even without the Royal Jelly element of the Emperor's Panacea his draconic cock was encouraging my ovulation.

That was one of the most terrifyingly erotic things that I have ever experienced. I wonder if that's why Tuare likes him as much as she does.

Sebas gripped my shoulders harder and harder, pressing more of his weight down. Muscles of steel cable mashed into my breasts as his thighs sought purchase by squeezing my abdomen. I took it as a mark of immense pride that I was able to make the Butler of Steel lose just a little bit of control with the pleasure my body could offer. I was designed to produce offspring, so it stood to reason I was at least passably equipped to wring even reluctant males dry. My pussy was plush. Wet velvety insides made to be irresistible. Made to entice even the most recalcitrant males to spill their essence as a Broodmother rightly should.

Still engorged, my nub protruded from my vulva enough that Sebas impacted the bundle of nerves as he bottomed out. Between that electrifying burst of stimulation and the ridges, I realized I was about to cum. By Atlas's aching shoulders, I wanted a break. I understood why he was reluctant. Every tender place felt bruised. I wanted him to let me rest. But I couldn't. I had a duty.

"Sebas, please don't stop. You're gonna- ah! You're gonna make me cum. Make me cum with your cock. Gods, please." I begged, though I wasn't sure if it would help. He was still talking, but it was hard to make out. My head swam with his intonation as well as the invasive length pummelling my cervix. It hurt to cum that way. Already sore, I tightened around even more around Sebas. It was more as though I was mating with a bronze statue come to life. I was beyond caring.

As my orgasm sent thought-shattering pleasure so deep it made my legs twitch, Sebas at last spilled his own release into my depths. Had he been holding off until he made me climax? Ever the gentleman, even during a sex ritual. Then he absolutely crushed his root against my petals. By Gaia's loamy fields in springtime, I thought I knew most of what there was to sex. Sebas taught me how much I still had to explore by showing me what a real mating press was. He was gifted with a truly devious member. Still shuddering with the aftershocks of my finish, my walls eagerly massaged his length, grateful for the gift he was pouring into my core.

"H-h-holy shit. That was... Intense." Understatement helped me internalize what just happened. Sebas was kind enough to get off me as I panted. He was breathing hard too. I cupped my aching mound with a wince. Walking funny didn't quite encapsulate it. Heat radiated from my lower lips. As reward for enduring the trial, Dragonoid seed oozed down my belly. For a good while, I didn't think about anything at all.

With strength I didn't have, I clambered off the bed. Torque helped a good deal as I leaned on his staff body for support. My Living Weapon retrieved my robes too, draping them once more about my upper body. Before Sebas could follow, I held up a hand for him to stay put. Despite not having much in the way of lips, I put two fingers to my mouth, then placed them over Sebas' own.

"Thank you, Sebas. I won't forget this. You just helped save us all. Make no mistake." It was the truth as the tingling in my tattoos told.

"It was my joy to fulfill this duty, Lady Tyrannica." Reverently, he inclined his head. I turned away. A tiny, nagging voice in my head made me pause.

"Remember what I said?" I called back softly.

"It was a pleasure... Tyrannica."

Even though our coupling had taken a lot out of me, his affection was enough to get a sashay out of my walk. Though still a bit annoyed on the other side of our connection, Torque exuded a smug satisfaction. I closed the door behind me with confidence.

Yalat was waiting for me.

"Pompous ass." She announced without fanfare. The abrupt honestly got a good laugh out of me. Torque reached out and gave Yalat's arm an affirming squeeze. She petted his links at his unspoken message. None of the guardians were good enough for me through the eyes of the Queensguard. Though neither of them protested my selection of Sebas after I had the Butler of Steel demonstrate what he was truly capable of. They just resorted to snidely insulting his manner.

Holding out her hands, Yalat offered me the third helping of Ambrosia and Jelly. Somehow I managed to choke down another dose. My head swam for a long minute with the Emperor's Panacea. Without Torque and Yalat both supporting me, I would have probably crumpled. One of the hardest parts was over. Halfway done. At least the Ambrosia kept my hunger in check. That was one nightmare I didn't need to worry about right now.

"Thank you, Yalat."

"Of course, Mistress."

With the front of my robe open, all of my feminine bits were on display. Yalat and I were the only ones in the private corridors, so it didn't much matter. The heavy musk of rough sex clung to me. That didn't matter either. Not to my next partner.

Shalltear.

Yalat moved ahead, opening the door for me. This room didn't have a fireplace. Instead, an enchanted harp played in one corner. A long sectional couch stretched around a depression in the floor. There were drinks and fingerling morsels scattered on trays around the opulent cushions. Rather than a bed, there was just a low pedestal covered in pillows.

Yalig and Shalltear were quite busy on the sprawling couch.

True Vampires did have limited shapeshifting ability. At my request, the guardian had used a scroll that would temporarily grant her a pseudo Prophet of Evolution form. It was a bit of a long shot if it would amount to anything, but it worked in the old world. No matter what, a union with the Bloody Valkyrie would be fearsome. She had taken on her tallest shape, though her breasts remained little more than mild bumps topped with cute little pink buds. Shalltear's silver hair had grown long, interspaced with the bone dreadlocks of Primordial Scourge, bleached white to match.

The biomechanical wheels and circuits moved all along Shalltear's body. As if they couldn't quite decide where on her to settle. Granted a shadow of my power, it was amusing to see the augers of future sight unable to quite know what to do. Other than that, one would be forgiven in mistaking her for just a beautiful woman with deadly crimson eyes.

Well, except for maybe one other little detail.

While Demiurge had proudly proclaimed it to be the ultimate alchemical achievement in cross-species breeding, I called it a dick potion. Through a complicated distillation process I had failed to understand, the potion had turned Shalltear's clitoris into a fully functional cock. Capable of producing viable sperm and everything.

The Vampire was clearly having the time of her life. Shalltear was splayed across Yalig's lap, sipping wine and eating cured meats while the much larger Queensguard slowly stroked her new equipment. Even as I entered the room, Yalig leaned forward to engulf Shalltear's cock almost to the base with her mouth. Shalltear's leg twitched and raised as Yalig's hand curled to massage the Vampire's womanly sex.

"Lady Tyrannica!" Shalltear shot up, nearly smacking Yalig in the face with her dick. Yalig could only look at Yalat with a shake of her head. Although human in appearance, Shalltear's cock was also much bigger. Hung like a horse came to mind. Thankfully she was a good deal smaller than both Sebas and Demiurge. Not that she needed to know that.

Shamelessly, naked as could be, Shalltear bounded over to me, her cock slapping against her stomach as she did so. Cuddling right up to me, I lowered myself enough so she could bury her face in my tits. Torque happily joined in, wrapping numerous loops of chain around the Vampire.

"You're lucky those eyes of yours are damn cute." I grumbled, petting her hair. Her crimson orbs glittered in response.

"Lady Tyrannica, we're going to have so much fun! I. Love. Your. Queensguard. I never knew how pleasurable they could be. A wonderful appetizer before the main course." Licking her lips, Shalltear pushed her erection against my belly. Unable to help herself, she massaged my breasts, paying particular attention to my sensitive areola.

"Did you... Fulfill this naughty little guardian's request, Great Reborn One?" She asked, batting her eyelashes and pulling down her lower lip with a finger. Although her sweet and innocent routine was undone a bit by her other hand circling my nipple.

"Why don't check for yourself?" I offered. I knew Shalltear too well. And honestly, it was a relief to not dance around the goal. Whatever got Shalltear in the mood to use her new parts and rut another egg into this Broodmother.

Not that it would take much to get the libidinous Valkyrie going. Of my many lovers, I always liked that about Shalltear. She was willing to explore every horny idea that popped into my brain, with more than a few of her own. Always happy to experiment. Never hesitant. And never judging. Even though our carnal encounter today was business, I was okay with giving Shalltear her little bit of fun.

With her cock still sandwiched between us, Shalltear reached down to feel. Rubbing first between my petals, Shalltear brushed my slick nub before slipping into my pussy.

Sex with Sebas had dislodged much of Demiurge's leftovers within my deeper passage. A thick mixture of cum drooled from my cunny. I purposefully had not cleaned my slit after finishing with Sebas, per my little lolita lover's request. Shalltear's lips curled into the kind of grin a demoness would wear upon sliding her fingers into someone and finding their honeypot sticky with the leftovers of multiple men. I didn't know such a grin existed, but by my giant arachnoid ass there it was plastered all over her face.

"So, I gotta ask. Shalltear, why did you ask for sloppy seconds specifically?" Shuddering as my liquid contents were stirred, I still had to wonder. Her small fingers were much gentler on my inflamed inner membranes.

"Well, to be perfectly honest I thought it would be a lot of fun. Having a cock, I wanted to experience the whole package. Pun intended." Shalltear wiggled the digits she had inside me to elicit such a lewd series of sucking squelches that I clenched involuntarily.

On another day I would've wanted to play. The things I could do to Shalltear... And she to me. We had shared many nights together. While there was pleasure to be had, there was also a much more urgent business. My sense of the future drove me on, Prophet of Evolution tattoos itching with portents.

However reluctantly, I pulled away from Shalltear.

A sort of cushioned chair had been prepared for our coupling. Well, ramp would be closer to correct. Resting my abdomen upon it, my upper body hung just on the edge so that my lady-bits were at the right angle and height for Shalltear. She could spread her legs and lean over me to luxuriate in both my pussy and breasts. A fact that my small lover was quick to jump on. One of her hands stroked her cock through my messy petals while the other played with my chest.

Although my poor cunny was sore, and reminded me of that fact sharply as Shalltear sank into my honeypot, the Royal Jelly was once again working to make sure I was more horny than tired. Of course, just because I had been fucked silly by an Arch-Devil and Dragonoid cock, didn't mean I was loose. Shalltear found that out as she struggled to push her unfamiliar anatomy further than the tip. More than just a warrior, she was a crazy nymphomaniac. So while she thrust her cock in short strokes, she latched onto one of my nipples with her mouth and pinched the other.

"Ah! Shalltear!" My outcry was entirely genuine. Shalltear knew her stuff. Humping at my bulk, she managed to get further inside as my walls spasmed under her assault on my bosom.

As she worked me open, I was reminded of her raw strength. Small though she may have been, the Valkyrie's statline was impressive to say the least. I had high hopes for what would come from her egg. I did enjoy our coupling, but I was getting too sore, too sensitive, and too drugged up by the Emperor's Panacea. Thoughts swimming, foresight swam with it. Different possibilities, paths, strands of fate all tangled together into a writhing mess.

Once Shalltear was hilted, she didn't stop moving. Pumping as much as she could without risk of popping out, she nudged nicely into the parts of me that had been mauled by Dragonoid cock. Shalltear was softer, more pliable inside me. It wasn't just my womb that the Royal Jelly played havoc on. My breasts were growing increasingly sensitive. A fact that my lover seemed all too aware of.

By Freyr's massive she-cock, Shalltear was way, way too good with a dick. Where and when had she learned to ram into my special spots the way she did?

"Don't you-ah! Don't you want to... Cum, Shalltear?" I prodded after several sustained minutes of her using my slit as her new toy. Shalltear popped her mouth off my nipple.

"No, no, no, Lady Tyrannica! I'm going to show you just what I can do. You'll want my cock and no other by the time I'm done. You'll see!" She cackled madly.

In this fight at least, I was not alone.

Yalat came up behind Shalltear, her hands dropping out of sight. An audible squish soon followed. Shalltear's face brightened with a wonderfully surprised expression as her cock twitched within me.

"Oh, so this is what a Valkyrie feels like on the inside." Yalat chuckled as her horns brimmed with light from her many eyes.

"Move over, sister, I want to feel too. I think I was close to finding a special spot inside her earlier." Yalig crowded in beside Yalat and her hands dove into Shalltear's unprotected rear.

"Just squeeze in beside me. I'm sure she won't mind."

They both crouched down as they forced her legs wide.

"Right you are, sister. Here, I'll take this hole. It's twitching so adorably." Yalig declared. "Oh my, do you see, sister? For such a small thing she opens up so easily. I can get three fingers inside already."

Though she clearly wanted to protest, Shalltear's ecstasy was written plain as day across her features.

"Oh no, you don't get to stop." I said, grabbing Shalltear's butt to force her to keep thrusting. A dozen of Torque's chains grabbed her legs and lifted her against me, spreading her even further for Yalat and Yalig. The little Vampire held onto me with both hands as her head settled between my breasts. A collection of juices dribbled onto the cushions. The wetness grew beneath me as not only did Shalltear's cock dislodge handfuls of cum, but also her own pussy leaked more feminine nectar.

Shalltear obviously couldn't last very long under such an assault. In less than a minute she popped like a champagne cork and added her own seed to the frothy mess of my nethers. I held her tight, pressing her as deep as she could go while the Queensguard worked her backside fast enough for me to feel the vibrations down Shalltear's shaft.

Left a quivering mess, saliva hung from the corner of Shalltear's mouth as she collapsed off of me. A slurry of cum poured free from my unhampered pussy. Strings of milky honey connected her tip to my petals as she pulled free.

"Ha, ha, ha, that... Was... Yeah. We should... Do this again... Great Lady." Shalltear panted from the floor.

I rose on unsteady legs and reached down to trail a finger from Shalltear's belly button to the tip of her nose.

"Thank you, Shalltear." Speaking softly, I brushed some of the silver hair out of her face to admire those bright crimson eyes.

"No, Lady Tyrannica. Thank you. Even though all I have is a shadow of your power... I... Caught a glimpse of them. I think you'll be pleased."

My hearts nearly skipped a beat even as my egg chamber received its third seedling. That's when I realized that my own visions had settled. It seemed possibility had given way to certainty. This made me smile. Torque affectionately hugged my middle and wrapped even more of his chains over the back of my abdomen.

I left, feeling a good deal lighter despite all the weight in my abdomen. Outside, Yalig produced a soft cloth and cleaned me. Her hands were well practiced. Gentle and thorough as she wiped down my nethers. Yalat stayed too, holding the last dose of Emperor's Panacea. My final choice in carnal companion didn't need help getting ready for me.

Yalat and Yalig were more than just midwives, or even bodyguards. Back in the game, my Queensguard had followed simple algorithms. Nothing fancy. Limited options, but it got the job done. Once I had birthed Yalat and Yalig however, they had quickly proven to be indispensable. Neither of them tolerated being apart from me well. They bathed with me. Shared meals too. They had slept in the same bed as me since they were horned larvae.

If I expected them to fulfill their purpose, knowing my body was necessary. They knew more about my insides than I did, really. Every inner crease and fold of my sex. How far I could stretch. That had been a wild night. How deep I was. Volume of both my primary womb and egg chamber. I shuddered to remember how that had been accomplished. Secrets of my biology that only they were trusted with. Neuronist had tutored both of them a little too well.

Yalat fed me slowly. Bite by bite. This part of my task was almost over. I had to close my eyes and stay focused to keep my gullet working. Everything needed concentration. My own breath sounded like a hurricane as my skull pounded in time with my hearts. Even after I had managed to down the mixture, I had to wait, leaning on both my Queensguard before I could continue. Torque tightened his body against my back, keeping his chains around my front four legs.

As they helped me to the last room, neither of them objected. This was the one choice both of them agreed upon.

Contained in a magical matrix gifted from Nazarick, was a bedroom composed entirely of ice. So deep of blue, it was like standing in a hunk of ocean that had been carved from crystal. Walls sparkled like cracked geodes in the dull glow. Just like the undercities of Niflheim, a table and chairs made of shimmering silver occupied one side while a bed that looked to have been carved from snow filled the other. Yalat and Yalig waited just inside, though with their backs turned.

Cocytus stood from his chair at my entrance. Upon seeing me, he rushed to my side as I took unsteady steps towards him. I hadn't bothered to put my robes back on. I hid nothing that he hadn't seen before. His blue carapace danced with the glittering lights. He reminded me so much of Niflheim. Of our old home. All the natural splendor that we had left behind.

"My. Lady. You. Look. Beautiful."

Torque hummed in agreement.

No I didn't. I looked like five miles of mess. But I knew that to him I did. And that's all that mattered. That was what set Cocytus apart from the others. Demiurge only saw the outcome. Sebas only saw the act. Shalltear... Was just happy to have fun with me.

Cocytus knew me the best. Accepted me for all I was and for what we might make together.

"Please, Cocytus. I need you. I need you so badly."

By the time I had gotten to him I was quite bloated. Uniquely swollen. Gravid with the essence poured into me thus far. My abdomen was hot and tight with the genetic furnace working overtime to constrain the ritual breeding within. Consuming the Emperor's Panacea once was meant to put an avatar out of action for a good long while. Four times? Well...

"And. I. Am. Here. For. You. Lady. Tyrannica." The depths of his voice rumbled like glaciers cracking. His arms circled me. Held me close. Held me tight. There I felt safe. He was cool to the touch. Blessed relief from the burning rooted in my blood. I pressed my cheek against his. There was no one else from Nazarick I trusted more, save perhaps for Momonga. His mandibles clicked quietly against mine.

Much like Shalltear, I would've loved to have taken more time. As I said, there was a need deep inside. A very female need to share in the union between two lovers. I reached down to feel that Cocytus was already hard.

"Your. Scent. Is. That. Of. Royal. Jelly. Great. Reborn. One. I. Have. Never. Smelled. Something. So. Wonderful. It. Is. The. Finest. Perfume. For. You. Fitting. For. A. Queen."

I wanted to ask him if all that he said was true. Was I really beautiful to him? Did I really smell that nice? Did he want me? Did he love me as more than just a Supreme Being?

Then I realized that it didn't matter.

It was easiest to mate with Cocytus in this body while we both stood. A small boon. If I sat down I might not be able to get up again. In my more human-shaped body, I enjoyed laying on the fluffy snow bed while we had sex. Now I needed him in another way.

Cocytus had the most exotic genitalia, second only to my own. Fitting, in a way. His cobalt blue mating tool had a pointed head. The crown of his cock culminated in several soft barbs that would flare out when he climaxed. A helix pattern of bumps spiraled down his shaft down to the very substantial knot-like bulge near his base. With my waning strength, I gyrated my hips as one of his many hands guided his cock into my wanton cunny.

The head slid in with deceptive ease. Even without his precum dribbling into me, my body still managed to produce plenty of lubrication. Cocytus didn't need to try too hard to penetrate me. Our bodies worked surprisingly well together. The soft barbs coaxed my stubborn, spiraling depths to unwind their secrets. His cock smoothly tapered to his thickest portion, easing me into his girth. The rows of bumps playing along my battered tunnel stimulated my slit even as the head dragged my emerald green intimates between my petals. As he pushed deeper, I let him set the pace. He contented himself with shallow thrusts to acclimate both of us.

His body temperature made me even tighter. The ache in my lips was soothed somewhat as he pressed the significant bulge at his base against me. While not the thickest, he had the greatest length. Just bumping his heavy bulge into my pussy teased that wicked head of his against my cervix. It may have just been my imagination, but he seemed to almost sink into the smooth muscle which guarded my womb. It was an unusual feeling that I didn't quite understand right away.

Wisely it seemed, I had chosen him for last.

"My. Lady. You. Are. Quite. Warm. Inside. More. So. Than. Usual." Only rarely did I hear such strain in his voice. Usually only after one of our sparring matches, or a particularly long night together. Did I really feel that good?

Whatever the case, I didn't need to ask him to keep going. We both seemed eager. Greedy. More horny than sore, at least on my end. I draped my arms over his shoulders and bounced my hips forward to meet him. That was our signal that I was ready for more. His four arms encircled my torso, holding me to the cold armored carapace of his chest.

Every time he thrust in, he pushed a bit harder. We had practiced this before so that he only hilted himself when he was ready to cum. Usually it took me being in a very size-oriented mood to make me want to take him all the way. A normal human woman wouldn't have been able to take it. My aching cunny stretched wider and wider, until at last his huge swell slammed home and my walls were spread obscenely. What also happened was a noticeable popping sensation and a stomach clenching stab of pain as his tip fully penetrated my womb. Once he was there, a sharp breath hissed out between my teeth.

One tiny detail that I had not considered was the effects of such rough, heavy sex back to back. My uterus was already tilted in line with my passage. Not to mention the way that Cocytus' anatomy naturally followed my exotic pussy. After having been on the receiving end of some quite monstrous cocks, my cervix was battered and tired. So much cum paired with Royal Jelly had softened the spot considerably. When Cocytus wedged his bulge into me, his tip had been guided by my Broodmother curve straight into my chalice.

Cocytus could tell that something had hurt me. The smooth muscle of my cervix around the crown of his cock and the way my insides suddenly tightened into a vice surely tipped him off. Unfortunately for him, this body was far too good at what it did, massaging his climax out of him. He was too deep inside the furnace of my sex to deny it. Yet still, he managed to hesitate.

"Oh gods... Cocytus. Mm, Cocytus you're... You're so deep. I think you're in my womb. It's... Hng! A lot of pressure, but you feel so good. Please, Cocytus, give it to me. Make me egg heavy."

"At. Your. Command. My. Queen." He still managed the words with grace even as his arms squeezed me.

Right on the cusp, all he had to do was let go. Even though it hurt, I rocked my hips back and forth. Not enough to disengage us, but enough to feel the pulses travel down his length. The icy gel sacs of his cum pulsed down his cock straight into my primary womb, Cocytus having the honor of saturating my fertile core directly. Right behind the tip of his manhood was fortunately slim. The soft barbs of his crown proved their real use when they snagged my most intimate depths and kept Cocytus seated. While not oversized, little larger than a shooter marble, I mostly certainly sensed the balls of iced gel that held his seed.

Cocytus produced the most volume out of my four chosen lovers by far. What I knew from past experience to be almost half a gallon between fluid and the frozen beads. As his rather chilly cum poured into me, all of it was kept locked by the seal formed by my aching womb. My natural heat gradually melted the protective gel of his seed, my egg ready to be plundered. Although sharp and unexpected, my chalice quickly molded to its new role as repository. Through the Emperor's Panacea, I could pin down the exact sort of churning rumble in my loins and the needy urges that came from my womb from being forced to ovulate.

As Cocytus' gift melted inside me, I let myself lose what little control I had left. Moaning as the mixture in my womb sloshed, my wet heat formed a cocoon around the thick tangle. It took time for the mighty Knight of Niflheim to finish. A small bulge grew as my stomach inflated.

Crying out, I grabbed onto Cocytus wherever I could to hold on as my hips gyrated madly. I tugged at our union, partly wanting to escape the unbearable pleasure and half wanting to pull on his root and have the head of his cock yank on my cervix. I didn't care if he turned me inside out at that point.

Almost of its own accord, my right hand went between us, furiously rubbing at my clit. My poor womb distended further and further, making my cunny clench helplessly around the invader still pumping me full. There was nothing I could do as the mounting weight against my g-spot made me start cumming. My engorged clit throbbed as I massaged it way too hard. Once climax hit me like a truck, my legs began to shake even harder.

I had to endure. I had to make it through. Pain and pleasure mixed together, shooting through my body until I could hardly tell the difference between them. Where Cocytus began and I ended also became muddled. He did his best to hold me up, but once my rear most legs gave out, the next set soon followed. Only he kept us standing long enough for Yalat and Yalig to come support my abdomen as I just kept cumming. My throat was raw from crying out for so long and loud as the seconds stretched on to minutes.

I just wanted it to be over. And to never end.

Thankfully, and regretfully, after pumping me full of the loads to end all loads, Cocytus softened enough for his dull spines to retract their grip on the inside of my cervix and pull free. Only a thin stream came out of the slight gape of my sex. My womb jealousy held onto all that it could, only letting a dribble of melted gel out. The rest was thoroughly plugging me up until it too melted or was just absorbed.

Yalat, Yalig, and Cocytus spoke, together lifting me up onto the bed. Only Torque's anchoring presence kept me from losing all awareness. I was too far gone at that point, cum drunk and giggling at the absurdity of it all before the snowdrift soft mattress swallowed me up.

***V***

I spent the next twelve hours in a restless fever dream, trapped between waking and sleep. Not knowing what was real and what wasn't. Grateful for my Queensguard as they cooled me with ice water when I was too hot, or pressed their own bodies against me when the chills made me shake. Cocytus stayed as long as he could before other duties called him away. At some point I was moved to my personal room and emerged from my fugue tangled in sheets, unsure which way was up or down.

Without Torque, I'm not sure I could have made it through the ordeal. I'd underestimated the Panacea. It was just an old game exploit, what was the worst that could happen? So much for that theory. Like breadcrumbs, the soothing clinks and rustling metal of Torque guided me back to the land of the living.

Freshly chilled Chryssilum tea was waiting for me. I chugged the first two glasses. The third I took time to savor the red petals dusted in sugar that floated along the top.

"Ah, gods that's good. Holy shit, I'm glad I can only do this once. Thank you, Yalig, you know just how I like my iced tea."

Although it had been a wild time, I was happy enough to be done with that part of the creation. I didn't think I could withstand another dose of Emperor's Panacea.

As a Queensguard, her face was mostly fangs. Yalig had her own way of smiling. Each of my precious Queensguard developed their own little quirks. Yalig did her little number where she turned her head and covered the side of her face with a palm. That was her smile. Yalat was busy rubbing scented oils along the top of my abdomen, but whistled in mimicry of her favorite songbird.

Now that the ovum was prepared, gestating safely in my egg chamber, I needed the catalyst. Despite being sore in new and interesting ways, I summoned the mental fortitude to will my aching body into motion. Torque helped a great deal, and I leaned heavily on his staff while I waved Yalat and Yalig to open the door and actually get me some clothes. With my Queensguard staying within arms reach, I put on the rune scribed robes Yalig offered and set out towards the central arena. Even inside the safety of our home, the two of them insisted on carrying their spears and shields. Torque kept us connected together.

Even though it wasn't needed, I admired their poise as they walked in front of me all the same.

The nest my Brood had carved through the mountain was a vast one. A sprawling network of tunnels went deep enough to tap into an underground river, and also high enough that an observatory complex sat at the peak. Using priceless terraforming artifacts, my Evolved had successfully performed several rituals to make a home. Living quarters, training arenas, secure breeder housing, my own private suite, and authentically recreated spawning pools.

The fresh water source was used to feed an entire level filled with various species of fungus from the nine worlds of YGGDRASIL. Everything we might need from food to magical ingredients. Fortunately we weren't too dependent on now unobtainable ores. With enough time, Suture Priests and Brood Disciples could grow most equipment, weapons, and armor that we might need. Magical lines of communication had been established with Nazarick as well as several hidden outposts around the perimeter of our mountain home.

As I walked, quiet corridors transitioned to wider thoroughfares until finally opening up into the underground city. Giant columns connected to a ceiling that stretched almost out of sight, encrusted in luminescent colonies of moss. My own castle would eventually be built into that ceiling so I might look down on my Brood as it expanded. In time, equipment would be brought over from Nazarick for me to continue my experiments here. There was still so much to do. Laboratories to construct. Archives to compile. That would come eventually.

Tall buildings and clean lines sat in orderly rows along brightly lit streets. Magical conduits and pylons wove through complex interconnected patterns to power the many enchantments laid in the stone. Much of it remained empty. I needed room to grow.

Near the center of the city was the arena. I could hear the battle underway even as I ascended the steps into the luxury suite. A roar of approval went up from the small crowd at my appearance. Just like the rest of the city, most of the arena was empty. The entire structure was formed from a massive deposit of quartz-rich granite uncovered during excavation. In the styling of Niflheim, it had an oval shape with tiered seating and a fighting area of ankle-deep sand.

After giving a wave that hopefully erred on the side of grand rather than absurd, I settled into my Broodmother sized seat.

My timing couldn't have been more perfect.

The final two contestants had been just about to clash when my arrival interrupted them. All of my Evolved were unique. Whenever I created one, their skills and stats were inherited from the hidden potential of their mortal shells. It was necessary to pit them against each other to determine who would be the best catalyst.

Shulka raised his gargantuan club in salute before slamming it against his kite shield. The short spikes that ran along the length of his weapon rang true as the Fatemetal chains around his wrist rattled. The lizardman Evolved had been with me the longest, and earned his mark of honor through distinction in battle.

His opponent was a driven human Evolved. A former knight named Fezer who wielded a longsword with impressive grace. Evidently it was enough to carry him to the final clash. He also saluted me before the two faced each other.

They began slow, circling one another, pacing through the sand. Their first exchange was as sudden as it was violent. Fezer's blade met Shulk's spiked club twice in less than a second, sand rippling in the ferocity of the impacts. I could tell it was just to feel each other up.

This would take a while.

My attention was drawn to a separate section of the stands where my breeders and their Suture Priest escorts sat. Incubators for my new Brood. They were a vital piece of my efforts. Each of them carried relics of nigh unfathomable value within them. Just like the Emperor's Panacea, there were artifacts from the old world that were now irreplaceable. Warm mirth settled in my chest looking at the marks of ownership tattooed on their naked skin. It had taken substantial research as well as insight to discover how to grow my Brood in this new world.

Back in YGGDRASIL, there were all kinds of classes with unique and interesting mechanics. As a Broodmother I did not just kill monsters, I harvested special items from the different species slayed. Hearts, lungs, skins, scales that I could take to undercities on Niflheim and use the NPCs in the spawning pools to create warriors to summon during battle. Then it was a matter of menus, picking parts, and waiting.

I contemplated the group from afar.

"Yalig, bring me the breeder I chose." I commanded.

"Of course, Mistress." Yalig inclined her head. She stepped up to the edge of the royal box and pointed towards the decently sized group of breeders seated with their attending Suture Priests. After a few quick hand signs, the summoned pair got up and made their way to my box.

Although not strictly necessary, I was curious. Though I was a human no longer, I still had that very human drive for understanding. Taking something apart and knowing how it worked. I had spent countless hours down the rabbit hole of reading intricate dissertations on the many functions of my body. Whether mechanical or biological, there was something to be said about the thirst for understanding when it came to the how of a function. Observation only went so far. That thirst to know beyond the shadow of doubt. I wanted to see the one who would be holding my precious seeds.

Scant seconds later, the duo entered.

At-pha came first. She gave a sweeping bow, her cloven hooves clacking on the stone.

"Greetings, Great Lady, Mistress of the One True Brood." Clipped and professional even when delivering titles, At-pha had been with me almost as long as Shulka had.

"Hello Atty!" Yalat and Yalig said in unison. They had a particular fondness for the Suture Priest. At-pha was the one who helped heal me after birthing my Queensguard after all.

"Hello, Lady Yalat. Hello, Lady Yalig." At-pha gave one of her rare smiles.

Suture Priests were interesting creatures. Their features were swathed in bandages, draping so thick the strips of linen were like hair and actually could be detached to staunch bleeding. They had scant little armor, bulk hidden beneath white robes, leaving only their arms bare. From shoulder to wrist were growths of clear chitin. The ampule-shaped growths pumped various compounds into tubes connected to the eight fingers of each hand and the retractable hypodermics inside them. With different concoctions they could stitch up fatal wounds, inject potent combat elixirs into allies, or even shred enemies with flesh-melting poison.

With a squeeze of the crimson leash she held, At-pha got her recalcitrant breeder into the room. I had actually only met the woman three times. The first, I had been in the middle of my deep cover operation running the Tipsy Kobold. The second, had seen me at the head of a conquering army and my Queensguard subjugating the woman with extreme prejudice. The last had been in a lineup with other breeders awaiting my selection for what was to be implanted inside them.

Zesshi Zetsumei, mostly naked and clearly pissed, entered the suite.

If I was being honest, as a breeder Zesshi was of mediocre beauty. Rather narrow hips. Small breasts with admittedly cute nipples of rosy pink. Skin so pale as to be unhealthily gaunt. Compared to some of the other ravishing beauties among my breeders, she was more of a novelty with her unique hair and heterochromia.

She wore nothing but a wrap skirt of black satin trimmed with emerald thread that went to her knees. The only actual clothing she was allowed. Much of her bare skin was inked with black biomechanical imagery shot through with iridescent emerald Brood iconography. Seeing my marks of ownership pleased me greatly. One of her arms was clean while the other was a dense maze of runes that revealed what monster parts could be grafted to her.

Those coded tattoos were the reason she had been chosen. They were why she was the only real choice.

"You wished to see me m-m-m-Mistress?" Zesshi stumbled on her words, clearly trying to address me in a way that her Suture Priest wouldn't allow.

"Yes, come here. I wish to take a closer look at you before we begin. I've been so busy. And now is the perfect opportunity while we wait." I beckoned the former warrior to me.

Zesshi walked over, her knees wobbling in a clumsy gait.

Mechanically, one of the more significant alterations was the Nerve Stapling. A semi-parasitic enchantment that attached a secondary spinal column along the outside of Zesshi's back. The vertebrae were shackles that pierced her skin, threading new and interesting synaptic membranes through the fused bone. Most importantly, was the leash of tendon and nerve that extended from the top of the spine. The leash gave the holder absolute control of whoever it was attached to. In an interesting twist I had never observed in the game, the bone portion of the Nerve Stapling would eventually color itself to suit its host. Although the leash would retain its crimson hue.

I had Nerve Stapled Zesshi myself while my Queensguard pinned her to the floor of the Slane Theocracy capital vault. The memory stuck out to me sharply because of the half-elf's mouth still running even with Yalat and Yalig's spears through her calves. I derived sadistic satisfaction in watching her struggle to walk even weeks later.

Every breeder was hand picked individually by me from the conquered nations for one simple attribute. A spell from my Broodmother arsenal enervated with a dash of Prophet of Evolution wrote the scrawl down one arm that revealed what YGGDRASIL species they were compatible with. In this way, my old strength would be rebuilt tenfold.

Generally, the breeders were either high born or from strong lineage. Mostly human, some elves, taken from the Slane Theocracy or the elven kingdom respectively. Many of the elves had been warriors or mages in the case of the Slane Theocracy women. I knew it stemmed from personal bias, but I took immense satisfaction in using citizens of the Slane Theocracy for my breeders. It was a nice mixture of irony and karmic justice in their fate that made me smile each time I saw them. That and they were the most plentiful among the spoils of war.

There were also a small number of lizardmen breeders. Females that had willingly taken the offer to join the Brood after I found they had prime compatibility. They jumped at the prospect of better for themselves and families back in their tribe. They were excellent for imbuing more specialized Broods with unique bonuses. Especially good for Praetorians and Disciples.

All of my breeders were treated fairly, pampered almost. In fact, they were fed well, slept in soft beds, given entertainment, and were groomed daily. My grafts gave them value to the Brood.

I expected resistance from the proud or obstinate and was disappointed in the most amusing of ways. Despite their predicament, the disobedient breeders had descended into bickering amongst themselves. More concerned with establishing a pecking order rather than trying to formulate escape attempts. A few plucky souls had tried, and discovered the depths of my Suture Priest's creativity in devising punishments.

Not all of the elves or Slane Theocracy citizens resented their new roles. I had swept up a good deal of dregs in my trawling nets. Women who weren't used to safety, security, and indoor plumbing. They viewed being allowed to lounge around all day in comparative luxury when measured against their old lives as a small price to pay for their new roles. By their very nature, I ended up favoring the slaves and downtrodden with the gift of becoming an Evolved rather than a breeder. Barring a few exceptions, of course. Wasted potential could be found in unexpected places.

Willing or not, my breeders had to be controlled. There was no cage or even enchanted slave collar that could hold a candle to [Nerve Staple]. They couldn't perform any action without express permission and relaxation of control from their supervising Suture Priest. Even down to eating, sleeping, or using their basic bodily functions. For well-mannered breeders, the Stapling was unintrusive, given virtually total freedom.

For others... That amounted to little other than rebellions which were more like tantrums.

They reminded me of children quite often. Maybe it was the crimson threads from the [Nerve Staple] attached to their backs, looking so like leashes as they were led around by their Suture Priest handlers. Most of the time the Priests took it in turns to handle groups, like a schoolteacher herding their charges.

Zesshi was the exception. She was entrusted solely to At-pha's care.

My Queensguard loomed over the mongrel halfbreed as she came within arm's reach.

Up close I got a better appreciation for her looks when not soaked in the blood of battle. Fair features on a well-rounded face. Skin so white she could have been albino. Hair that was soft to my touch. Her eyes held that sort of depth which men and boys wrote poems about and they glittered with fearful loathing as I ran a thumb over her lower lip. I squeezed one of her breasts, feeling up their consistency.

Then I moved lower.

As striking as the bare bone of her Nerve Stapling were the black scales running down her belly. Overlapping in rows, the obsidian plates started below her breasts and disappeared beneath the waistband of her skirt. A moderate swell made it appear as though she was already pregnant. But that was just because of the size of her new reproductive system. Spoils of war. Mine by conquest. Ironically, Zesshi was the only one I had found among thousands of candidates with the highest tier rune of compatibility. Because of this, I had taken the liberty of surgically removing the woman's uterus and ovaries, replacing all of it with a Draconic Womb.

What made her the only one capable of accepting the Dragon Womb? Not even the lizardmen females were able and a few of them even had dormant dragon blood of their own. Unfortunately for Zesshi, she had to remain as she was. The Evolved could not accept the creature parts I had harvested. Not something so delicate at the very least. It would be consumed rather than assimilated.

The womb was the highest tier monster part able to be harvested. Used exclusively for the highest tier Brood. I caressed the halfbreed's belly with a covetous anticipation. She squirmed as best she was able. It wasn't that she tolerated me sizing her up like I would a prized mare, it was that she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Seeing her in such a light made me remember a tiny detail about our brief fight.

"That's right, this was your whole drive, wasn't it? To have strong offspring of your own. You certainly screamed long enough about not accepting your defeat while my Queensguard had you bleeding on the floor. For all that talk about not caring who or what beat you down and used you as a cum rag, you certainly didn't want it to be me. Not to worry, Zesshi, whatever I put in you won't be yours." I used both hands to rub her stomach. "This doesn't belong to you anymore. You're just an incubator. A designer chimera of sorts."

The poor thing was practically vibrating with impotent rage.

"Does it gall you to have that chance taken away? To have your heart pulse with monstrous blood? To be the receptacle of an alien vessel? You know what's going to happen soon, but you don't want to confront it." I spoke with prophetic surety. There was still fight in the halfbreed. Desire, if not the means, to break the bonds that were now part of her anatomy.

Zesshi's arrogance invited challenge. There were few things that grated on me quite like that haughtiness brought on by self-assured superiority. And even fewer things were as satisfying as dissuading someone of that notion.

Even better, I had my Queensguard to help.

"I remember this little mongrel." Yalat set her shield down to yank Zesshi's head back by her hair. It was easy to look down on someone when the Queensguard were so tall. "Didn't we find out that her father forcefully impregnated her mother and she hates him for it? If that's the case, why does she want to be beaten in a fight and raped?"

"You can't rape the willing." Yalig quipped, peering over so her horns blinked down at the halfbreed.

"That's... You know, I have no good answer to that. You can't expect sense from dumb animals." Some of Yalat's eyes swivelled up to her sister's. The two of them shared a laugh as Yalat let go of the halfbeed's hair.

For a while, Zesshi stood defiant. Clearly unamused, At-pha's fingers clenched around the leash. The halfbreed laced her fingers together in supplication before words boiled from her mouth.

"I-ghng! I hangh! I'm very sorry for my selfish and traitorous thoughts, Mistress. Madam At-pha has been so very patient in correcting my behavior. Grlk! Raph! I am honored that my imperfect flesh can be used to such glorious ends. I'm glad you replaced my inferior womb with one that can serve you, Mistress! I can never have babies of my own, but if I can help you make yours stronger then my miserable life will have had purpose." Zesshi's grateful tone clashed with the rictus display of her features as she struggled against every word At-pha forced her to say.

"In fact, if I keep being a bad girl, then I'll be punished again. Madam At-pha found what I hate the most." Covering her chest with her hands, Zesshi adopted a truly frightened look.

This was too good to pass up.

"Don't keep me in suspense, Zesshi. Tell me how she punishes you." I prodded and At-pha obliged.

"Of course, Mistress! Madam At-pha first plants practice eggs in my womb and rubs hot pepper oil into my most delicate parts. Then I am tied up in the breeder dormitory for everyone to see my shame. Grlk! I've been told that I am a great source of entertainment when I beg for mercy. I can never decide the worst part. Is it the burning that makes my lady-parts dripping wet from my inflamed insides? Or is it that the fake eggs are so big that it takes me hours to lay them? Rargk! Maybe, it is listening to everyone talk about me like a rutting beast, knowing that my most private insides are open while I labor to push out the eggs?"

Gripping Zesshi's jaw between my thumb and index finger, I brought her close enough to see the panic dance in the monochrome flecks of her iris.

"Some afternoon I'll have to have Atty put on a private show for me. That just sounds like far too much fun." Speaking with total seriousness, I decided to give Zesshi just a bit of space and pushed her back a step. Yalat and Yalig both agreed that it would be an excellent show and were sure to remind me when next we had free time.

Close enough to kiss, I watched humiliation war with anger in Zesshi's tightly pursed lips. Though I suspected she'd sooner bite me if she could. A tiny quiver betrayed her desire. Then I looked to her handler.

"What is she wanting to say now, At-pha?"

"Something long-winded about the superiority of the Black Scripture and how she'll never break. God-kin this, my people that. She even tried to start a fight earlier with one of the other breeders who was talking about how nice it is not to be starving in a Slane Theocracy back alley." At-pha summarized, massaging the nerve leash and keeping the mongrel's mouth shut tight.

"She is aware that we razed the Slane Theocracy to the ground, right?" Yalat whistled her melodious mirth.

"Talking about human superiority, ignoring that she was the best they had. Not like that says much. Does she just pretend these ears mean nothing?" Yalig snorted before twisting Zesshi's halfbreed ear.

"You haven't heard the best part, dear Queensguard." At-pha chuckled in her own brisk way. "This breeder has been quite amorous after Fezer. Offering her body to him as often as she can, under the delusion that this will somehow win him over. She's concocted this fantasy of him rescuing her. Apparently Fezer was once a member of some Slane Theocracy squad and always wanted to mate with her and was rebuffed. Now that she stands to benefit, the breeder has... Relaxed her standards."

"Please, At-pha, let the girl speak for herself. I need to hear this." I offered it mostly in jest, yet meant the command honestly. At-pha eased her grip on the leash.

Zesshi jumped at the chance to talk freely, trying vainly to look back toward the fighting pit. By the sound of it, the brawl had grown more ferocious, yet was certainly far from over.

"The captain of the Black Scripture would never forsake his duty. He'll win. You'll see. He promised me he would always fight with me. Then he'll remember his oaths to our Six Great Gods. I just need to remind him. We'll run far away. Surely there's someone out there who can lift these curses." The former Slane Theocracy warrior looked blankly at nothing while her hand rose to pet the swell of her scaly belly. This seemed to be a comforting gesture, for as little succor it surely gave.

"Oh, sweet child, I do so love the deluded. Has he ever touched you, in any way?" I settled back into my seat and leisurely trailed a finger between her bosom to emphasize my point.

Zesshi refused to answer until At-pha gave her leash a squeeze.

"No, M-Mistress."

"Oh and I'm sure you've tried, haven't you?" I teased again, watching her pebbled buds stiffen and break out in gooseflesh.

"She must use her mammal parts. Even though they're not very big." Yalig snickered.

Yalat was quick to throw out her own theory.

"Those are exposed for everyone to see. The only asset she might have is what she thinks he wants to see. I bet she turns around and lifts her skirt. Isn't that how humans attract mates when they're in heat?" She teased Zesshi by playing with the skirt ties of the woman.

"At-pha, why don't you settle this debate?"

"Gladly, Mistress Tyrannica." The Suture Priest gave a sharp tug of the nerve leash. "Go on, show our Goddess how you try and get Fezer's attention."

Regardless of whether she wanted to, Zesshi sat on the edge of the royal box and struck a demure pose, laying draped on one side. She held the position for a short while before she spread her knees, lifting the front of her skirt just high enough to offer a peak as if I were the one she was trying to tempt. Then she brought a hand up to her treasure, pulling back her skirt to show off how far her shiny black scales went before hiding it under her palms. After the little appetizer, she tilted her hips and opened her legs so wide as to leave nothing to the imagination.

On a human, the plump gash of a dragoness was inherently salacious. Her vulva was covered top to bottom in those onyx scales with only the deep blushing pink showing from her inner folds. The scaly pussy was much bigger than her human one had been. She could barely hide her whole mound with two hands.

At-pha jumped in to narrate the mongrel's exhibition.

"She thinks that, 'even a man who has fallen can't turn down a nice fat cunt'. Then, when just flashing herself doesn't work. She puts on a show."

Zesshi looked away in shame even as her fingers worked to pull back the voluptuous lips at the zenith of her pussy. She had an appropriately sized clit, bulging obscenely at the top of her sex. Her pearl glistened under its thick hood like a pink jewel between the onyx scales. Strings of honey drooled between the armored petals she held open.

"She's already aroused? For all her talk of being a highborn, she sure knows how to act the whore." Yalat tittered and her sister soon joined in.

"It's... Your... Fault... For... Cursing me... With this." The half-elf struggled, panting as she dug her fingers aggresively into the channel of her sex. Schlicking sounds filled the royal box as she rubbed her clit in tight circles before pressing into it from above, making the bundle of nerves visually pop. It was quite the carnal feast for the eyes, I must admit.

"Despite her tongue, your gifts are too much for her to resist, Mistress." At-pha continued. "And it's not just when she's trying to win Fezer's eye. I catch her trying to masturbate every time she thinks I'm not paying attention. It's positively adorable. Sometimes I even let her finish. But only as a reward for good behavior. Something that she has obviously not earned today."

Groaning in obvious distress, Zesshi grew more desperate in her efforts. She spread her legs wider, toes curling as she went harder on her clit. One of her hands reached up to twist one of her nipples even with her back to the arena crowd. I let her stew in her own impotence for a while, furiously masturbating as the Evolved continued to clash right behind her.

Torque had been so patient with me through our ordeal. He deserved a reward, and wanted to play with the mongrel a little. In a trait that Torque had definitely inherited from me, my Living Weapon enjoyed exploring new and interesting females. Much like a hound with a preferred toy, Torque liked going inside and feeling different species and females he caught the scent of. Zesshi's genitalia ticked all the boxes, sitting ripe and open just for him.

Spilling onto the ground, Torque wound his way forward like a serpent. It amused me greatly to watch the terror creep higher on Zesshi's face in time with Torque winding up her legs towards the treasure she couldn't protect. Yalat and Yalig knew all too well my chainstaff's proclivities and laughed.

"Ha! Look, sister, Torque is going to show our little breeder that having a 'fat cunt' isn't just about looking pretty." Yalat leaned forward to better see.

The first thing Torque did was insert chains into Zesshi's hole from either side, pulling her open. Wide open. Her deep pink insides were revealed as her lips were peeled apart like a ripe fruit.

"What a pretty shade of pink. Open her up more, Torque. I want to see what color her womb is." Yalig egged Torque on.

He happily obliged, inserting more and more slim links to spread Zesshi open. The rich pink bloomed so wide my own pussy would have felt it had I any sympathy for the mongrel. Zesshi continued to pleasure herself, her gaping hole salaciously visible. She flexed and winked suggestively as Torque pushed at different sides, rubbing against her velvet walls with various chains. Her intimates bulged through the holes in his links and rippled as he plunged deeper, questing for her cervix.

"Not bad. She's not got good birthing hips, but she's going to be grateful for all that practice laying. She'll be opening up soon whether she likes it or not."

"I don't know, sister. She makes quite the good little whore with how she's moaning. Torque's got her wide enough now I bet I could reach in and pull out her insides. She probably enjoys having such a loose little fuck hole."

Zesshi heard the words and no doubt could feel how wide her dragon pussy was. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her scaly vulva was speared deeply enough that the opening of her uterus became visible. Torque tilted her hips as he violated her insides for all of us to see. Since the Dragon Womb was meant to have fertilized eggs inserted, it made sense that the cervix of such a structure would have to serve a dual purpose. An internal ring of interlocked scales dominated the end of her tunnel. It was quite the sight, black scales looking much like a lotus blossom with their edges coupled together against the pink. Her cervix flexed and moved with her inner walls, seeming to wink along with her outer lips.

"Oho! This is a lucky breeder. To be given such a magnificent gift by our Mistress. I'm sure she'll change her tune once she has a few Emperors in her."

"She probably can't admit to herself that she enjoys laying. With a womb like that? I bet she can hardly get enough of it. I'm already thinking of all the games we can play with her after she's birthed the Emperors."

There was undeniable satisfaction in seeing an enemy brought so low. Brought to heel. Given a greater purpose.

"You see, Zesshi, Fezer belongs to me in mind, body, and soul. He would never violate one of my breeders without direct orders. That dragon pussy between your legs? That belongs to me too. Keep going at it until I say you can finish." Business done for the moment, I addressed my Suture Priest.

"Atty, would you like some tea? Yalig has gotten quite good at brewing several flavors."

"Little wonder, seeing the wiggly grubs have grown into such refined ladies. Thank you, Mistress. I would absolutely love some."

While Yalat pulled up a chair for At-pha and Yalig got some hot Sugarlily going, we all engaged in pleasantries. Zesshi was left to rub futilely at her sex for a climax that wasn't being granted any time soon. Torque played freely with the breeder, taking the time to really enjoy the prime cut of meat she was. Juices leaked in copious amounts from her scaly pussy, collecting in a viscous puddle between her thighs.

Down in the arena, the fight ground on to its inevitable end. Both Evolved were determined, but it was really a matter of time.

Fezer brought his blade down in a heavy strike, only to have it deflected. Shulka was not just the oldest Evolved, he was also the most experienced. With practiced ease, he bashed away the overhead strike, leaving his opponent open. For his hastiness, Fezer's face ate a solid blow from Shulka's spiked club. As an Evolved, that was barely enough to bloody the swordsman's nose. He came back with a flurry of slashes aimed at Shulka's head.

Their blows rang out in frantic bursts of orchestral battle. Distinct tones from blade impacting shield, club, armor, and every combination thereof combined into the music of their clash.

Shulka pressed his advantage, pushing forward and keeping his opponent wrong-footed. Using his shield as a weapon just as much as his behemoth club, he drove Fezer to one side of the arena, almost into a wall. Sensing the chance to escape, Fezer darted off to one side. Shulka clearly anticipated the move, lashing out with a backswing that sent Fezer tumbling head over heels.

Advancing again, ready to crush the swordsman down and down again, Shulka was a grinding inevitability. The Evolved Lizardman had refined his technique through frontline combat, utilizing the unique gifts bestowed on him to their greatest effect.

Fezer knew he was beaten and rather than draw out his loss, went down on one knee to acknowledge it. A cheer went up from the Brood, breeders, and Evolved.

"Shulka is the victor." Yalig declared.

I gave At-pha a nod and the Suture Priest twisted Zesshi's leash. The mongrel had been skating on the edge of release for a torturous length and came in time with the announcement that her favored champion had lost. Even if she still clung to the delusion that she would be saved, this moment drove the nail into the coffin of that hope. Punctuated by a core-shattering orgasm no less.

Rising from my seat, I walked to the edge of the royal box and addressed the arena. The two warriors bowed their heads.

"Well fought, Shulka, Fezer. You both do the Brood proud with your ferocity and skill. Blades must have whetstones to stay sharp. Please, return to your duties, everyone. Shulka, come up here. You are the victor, and shall have the victor's spoils."

An excited murmur came from my naescant hive as everyone began to file out of the arena. Fezer gave Shulka a salute, then limped off to find a Suture Priest. Shulka hopped up beside me, pointedly ignoring Zesshi and her mess. With a shake of his arms, his weapons were absorbed back into his armor. In a gesture of fealty I always loved, he went down on one knee and raised a hand, palm up. The same one that was wrapped in my chains of favor.

Evolving had graced Shulka with unusually thick armor, with his kiteshield and colossal spiked club to match. From the moment he entered my service, I always thought he was handsome. The hardened biomass of his armor was the glassy emerald beryl of his scales as a Lizardman. In another interesting quirk, Shulka's intelligence had been boosted considerably in addition to his raw physical strength despite not being a real stat back in YGGDRASIL. That intellect had earned him distinction in subjugating both the elves and later during the battle with the Slane Theocracy. He wore the Fatemetal chains of my favor for tracking down and killing the elf king trying to selfishly abandon his people.

I had converted many Lizardmen into Evolved to see if they made for exceptional soldiers. Most were no better than any of the human or elvish Evolved. It turned out that Shulka himself was the exceptional one. Only after a few battles did I learn about the dormant True Dragon Blood that Evolving him had brought to the fore.

I took Shulka's offered hand, guiding him back to his feet.

"Never doubted you, Shulka. Good fight." Yalat lightly punched Shulka's shoulder. The Evolved had earned Yalat and Yalig's respect during the battle that saw us wipe the Slane Theocracy capital off the map. His helmet slid back into his armor and the Evolved gave a wide, toothy grin.

"Fezer fought hard, but he's too impatient. He relies too much on talent. It got him far, but made him easy to wear down. I guess he knew the..." Shulka glanced to Zesshi sitting in her shameful puddle, having at least enough self awareness to close her legs. "Breeder... From before and he wanted the honor of playing his part in the eggs she is to bear. But he was not strong enough. Thus, unworthy."

It would've been nice to stay and banter, however I was eager to continue the ritual.

"Let's not waste time." I commanded and was answered by a choir of 'yes, Mistress'. Calling Torque to my hand, I rapped his body against the floor and teleported all of us to the heavily guarded heart of my domain.

In the hallowed center of the mountain was the spawning pool. The chamber's smooth walls were lined with bioluminescent growths. Tendrils as thick as tree trunks that had their roots dip into the water and extend up through the ceiling to the level above where Disciples fed the stalks. The air was thick with humidity from the hot liquid stirred by the tendrils. Larger than three olympic sized swimming pools, the solution of the spawning pool was a saline soup of suspended proteins. A thick mat of growths from the tendrils covered its surface, continually filtering and oxygenating the contents as well as suffusing the pool with their glow.

Everyone was more at ease, my Queensguard retracting their own weapons into their bodies. It was quiet except for the water lapping against the edges of the pool and along the stone walkway into its depths. After claiming the mountain as my own the spawning pool was the first place made. I had planted the first seed pod and nurtured the grove myself. It carried a lot of sentiment. Back in the day, my friends and I would talk about what we would make in the game. This was it for me.

Without a hint of shame, I let my robes fall off.

"That's so much better." There was also comfort in shedding my clothes in the spawning pool. An instinctual urge to be naked as the humidity quickly coated every exposed inch of me, collecting in drops that tickled as they rolled down my back.

"Come to momma." I held my arms out wide as invitation. I meant it for Shulka, but instead my Queensguard seized the opportunity. Yalat and Yalig practically launched themselves into me. They nuzzled my face on either side, lavishing me in attention. I couldn't turn down their affection. Torque wove himself through our hug.

"It's not fair that the little half-breed gets to bear the Emperors. I wish we could hold them for you, Mistress." Yalig whined.

"I know, dearest. I wish I could put them in you both. Though... They do feel pretty big. Are you sure you could take them?" While my egg chamber had suffered through bigger clutches, my contents felt sizeable. I don't know if it was just all the work that had gone into them, but my rear seemed taut and ready to pop almost.

"There's nothing we couldn't take for you. Can we see?"

"Yes, let us see!"

"I can't say no to that." I chuckled at their eagerness. Now that the hard parts were over, it seemed proper to take our time with it. The ritual was only done once, and my poor Queensguard had been pent up this whole time taking care of me.

It was a relatively simple spell to make two inert copies in my open palms.

The magic facsimile was a one to one scale of the Emperor eggs waiting inside me. They were beautiful. Dark as a midnight dream, their tough, leathery shells were covered in acidic green symbols. The bright emerald ran along raised portions of the shell, giving them intricate textures. Rather than the flowing curves and whorls of my normal Brood symbols, the Emperors had a much more geometric design. Ordered might. They exuded indomitable rule even before they were born.

Surprisingly they were not the biggest in sheer size. I expected them to be as large as Praetorian eggs. The Emperor eggs were smaller than that, though still about the size of an ostrich egg. I'm glad Yalat and Yalig's pent up desire got me to make the replicas. It had been so long since I had seen an Emperor egg. And it had not come close to the magnificence of what grew inside me now. In awe, I reached back to pet the pregnant swell of my abdomen.

Yalat and Yalig took their replicas and held them tightly. Gasping as they broke away from me, the two of them practically pranced over to the edge of the spawning pool.

In addition to its other properties, the exotic, oily mixture of the spawning pool also contained lubricating elements. Yalat, Yalig and I found that out by happy accident. They were weak for any kind of egg play. Fitting, given their purpose. When they had become adults and needed to explore my body, things had naturally devolved into sex. We had spent many nights down here.

"Please, Mistress! See what a good girl I am." Yalig dropped to her knees, spreading her legs obscenely wide as she dipped her egg in the pool. Cupping a hand, she splashed her mound with the thick fluid. Her backside was suffused in the glow of the water.

"No, me! Watch me, Mistress." Yalat begged, already positioning her egg

Each of them bent over with their toys, presenting their haunches for me to watch. Technically my Queensguard were always naked. Their delicates were hidden between the deceptive plates over their groin. There was a seam that ran along the center where tightly tucked labia hid. Their position caused the petals of their sex to naturally pull apart and expose the green of their intimates. Normally their inner lips were completely hidden by their shy petals. Bent over, the teardrop contour of their holes glistened with the spawning pool water. Even so, their clits remained covered beneath their sensitive hoods. Frankly, their pussies were beautifully appealing in shape.

Even at their relative size, they clearly had to work to get the toys inside themselves. The glow of the waters outlined their thighs as they pushed the blunt ends of the eggs into their slits. Neither of them were about to let size stop them. Their prodigious strength overcame the tightness, pressing the growing girth into themselves.

An electric current went through my nub as I watched Yalat get the furthest, her vulva dilating around the widest point of the egg. Her lips stretched thin as her mating hole folded around the contours of the toy's orderly texture while she crammed the egg deeper. Once beyond the thickest part, the toy slid in a bit easier, though Yalat was forced to stop and catch her breath with the end of the shell still visible. By the bulge in her tummy, it was clearly stuck in the curve just beyond her entrance.

Yalig had stopped stuffing herself long enough to cum, rocking the front half of her toy in and out as she came all over it. Streaks of even brighter juices collected in the grooves. She took the chance while she could stretch herself easier to suddenly pop the egg almost all the way inside. With only the crown of the toy left, Yalig closed her legs to draw the toy the rest of the way. Forcing her insides to take the girth all at once, she arched her back and wobbled, placing her palm over the visible bump above her pelvis.

"I'm cumming again!" Yalig mewled as her lips tucked in around the toy she had so brutally inserted. The teardrop entrance spasmed and flexed, clearly wanting to expel the egg as quickly as she had taken it. A stream of fluid came out of the naughty Queensguard as she squirted.

Taking things a bit more slowly, Yalat nevertheless put her fingers against the end of the shell and applied more and more pressure until the crown of the toy at last passed beyond her entrance. Several of her fingers followed it inside, nestling the egg into her further folds. She kept her fingers buried like that as she rested for a little while, clenching her pelvic floor judging by the way the bulge bobbed up and down along her belly. While she didn't orgasm as explosively as her sister, Yalat basked in the pleasure, panting at the water's edge.

Shulka came to stand by my side and was happy to wait for a moment and drink in the sight of my two Queensguard stuffing their pussies.

"Those are what's inside you already, Mistress? And I'm going to be the one... Wow. This has got to be the second best day of my life, second only to when you first Evolved me."

In the calm reassurance of the space, I addressed Shulka.

"Shulka, you have proven your loyalty to me again and again. You've shown that your strength is matched by your conviction. I couldn't have chosen a better Evolved for this. C'mere, big guy." I implored and ever the dutiful servant, Shulka obeyed. I brought an arm underneath my breasts. They felt swollen. Heavy. A heated pressure had been building in them since I first ate the Emperor's Panacea. Just like my egg chamber, there was potency brewing, kindling in my flesh. Shulka was cool to the touch by comparison as he cuddled up to me.

His eyes widened as milk began to collect on my nipples.

"Drink from me, Shulka. Drink all that I have to give and receive the Broodmother's Blessing."

Milk was an important ingredient in the catalyst. I always wondered how many YGGDRASIL devs were closet perverts seeing as how Mother's Milk was an actual consumable that was made when using Emperor's Panacea. Now my body was the filter, distilling the concoction into its usable form.

In a flash Shulka latched onto my bosom and gave a hard suck. His hands grabbed both of my breasts, kneading my tender globes with strong pulls. Scaly lips pinched and nibbled at my nipple. His armor retracted back, leaving him naked as well.

"Shulka! Ah! That's... So rough, why?" I wiggled and tried to escape the forceful assault on my breasts. Then I moaned as Shulka's rough treatment stimulated my flow of milk frighteningly well. As if a valve had been turned, the pressure at last had an outlet.

With her new toy still inside, Yalig joined us.

"Ah, I needed that." She sighed. Knowing just what to do, Yalig climbed onto my back and helped Shulka massage more refined Panacea from my breasts from behind. I also felt her grinding her swollen and leaking pussy along the ridge of my back.

Shulka's stature meant he was level with my bosom while his rapidly hardening member pushed against my sex. His anatomical gifts as an Evolved extended to his manhood too. He easily rivaled Cocytus in size and Sebas in texture. The ribs of his shaft began at his head, twisting and spiraling down his shaft. Curved ridges covered in fine scales gave his ventral bulge such sublime texture that it almost made me think he was designed for me. In his ascension into becoming Evolved, his cock became uniquely compatible with every orifice of mine.

"Holy fuck, Shulka. I forget how big you are sometimes." Shulka let out a gratified growl at my words as he rubbed into me. Yalig paused in massaging my breasts. Her fingers brushed along my back as she worked her sex, collecting a good handful of juices. She reached back around and spread the mixture of Shulka's cock while she used her free hand to hold open my pussy. A thunderhead of pleasure rolled through me as Yalig pressed herself against my back even as she guided Shulka's tip inside. I wanted to give him the comfort of my pussy to relieve his own, no doubt aching member. I knew all too well what the Emperor's Panacea would do to his sex drive.

"Just rest there, Shulka. You can't cum yet, but this will help." I spoke softly, groaning as his wonderful cock pressed gradually into my wet core. It was a tight fit, and he was only able to get about half of himself squeezed inside. There were no words needed as he switched to my other breast and continued to pull the elixir from my overactive glands. This wasn't the first time he enjoyed my intimate embrace. Having something to clench around helped ease the soreness in my chest and helped him too.

While I basked in the erotic, but necessary step, Yalat and At-pha prepared Zesshi. Zesshi had been once again forced to observe a taste of what was to come while At-pha happily sipped her tea. When it was time, At-pha stayed on the shore, crimson leash at the ready. Yalat guided Zesshi out into the pool. The half-elf shook as she struggled against her Nerve Stapling. Once the two were so deep that Yalat had to hold the breeder up to keep from being fully submerged, they stopped.

"Open wide." Yalat instructed with only a hint of sadistic glee. Even from where I was the panic and slight shake of Zesshi's head was visible. Yalat pulled a thick knot of tendrils out of the pool. The growths came together into a fleshy mask with a trio of tubes on one side. Holding the mongrel's jaw steady, Yalat fed the thicker tube into Zesshi's mouth and the two smaller ones up her nostrils. She gurgled quietly, unable to escape as the mask sealed over her nose and mouth, connecting her to the vast organic architecture of the spawning pool.

They both disappeared beneath the surface with only Yalat coming back up a few moments later. At-pha sat on the edge of the pool and dipped her hooves in the soothing waters, leash held in her lap.

As Yalig continued to aid Shulka drink four times his own dose of Panacea, Yalat returned and helped prepare my lower half.

A funny little quirk that I had discovered in exploring how to use my Broodmother gifts in the new world was that nature had seen fit to gift me with some... Extra equipment. At the rear of my abdomen where a spider's spinnerets might be was a long, multi-purpose slit hidden in the chevron plates of my underbelly. The real secret was buried inside that slit. Not only did it have a feminine hole connected to my egg chamber, but by stimulating the internal clitoris buried in special folds, an ovipositor would emerge from the 'top' of my secondary sex.

Having multiple sets of sexual organs invited many unique questions and many sticky nights spent in the spawning pool exploring.

My frontal sex and womb was actually used for very little. Only the most delicate of tasks. My abdominal equipment was the workhorse of my Broodmother body. My primary womb and egg chambers were connected in ways that were not entirely clear despite probing. What was clear was that different Broods required different levels of involvement from me. It made sense in a way. The complexity held an ironic echo with how I made things back in YGGDRASIL. Though it took several days in Nazarick's library, I was able to compile a moderately informative understanding of the reproductive options available.

Researching it all needed a more hands on approach. My Queensguard fulfilled their purpose in that regard quite well.

Creating Evolved wasn't hard. That was a Prophet of Evolution ability so it didn't really count. Making straightforward Broods such as Spike or Shield was as simple as casting a spell and laying the eggs from my lower sex. More advanced ones needed additional steps such as having inert seeds implanted into my egg chamber and fertilized through my rear slit, although the exact process sometimes varied. If I wanted my Broods to be as strong as they could be, I needed breeders. That's where the ovipositor came into play.

Eggs that needed another step in their incubation or strengthening would be driven into a breeder by the dominant muscles of my abdomen. Rather than drop into my lower sex, they would be forced through my ovipositor into their host. I surprised the hell out of Shalltear when she let me play with her to see how it worked the first time. And my Queensguard had helped me practice. Though our sessions usually became more licentious affairs.

My Emperors were the most complex, requiring me to consume the Emperor's Panacea, then be seeded in my primary womb, catalysed in my egg chamber through my rear sex, and inserted into a breeder gifted with a top tier womb using my ovipositor. That of course didn't take into account the delicate requirements for their proper incubation afterwards.

"You're so squishy back here, Mistress." Yalat teased even after her own display of hedonism.

Sliding her hands along my lower folds, Yalat easily inserted several fingers in search of my own shy pearl. It was much easier to take a stretching down there than where Shulka was trying to force his far too large tool. She had to push hard to get into the folds protecting my bundle of nerves. My legs went weak from the stimulation and Shulka groaned as my pussy greedily rippled along his cock. Even though I couldn't really take him properly in that hole, it didn't stop my body from wishing those wonderful ridges would scrape my velvet depths from the front.

As Shulka drained my breasts of the Panacea rich milk, Yalat drew my senses back to my rear sex. Having uncovered my nub, she worked my clit with tight circles. Like poison drawn from a wound, the more Shulka sucked, the more it made me aware of the burgeoning heat growing in my egg chamber. Weight. Tension and potential in equal measure. My Prophet of Evolution tattoos tingled. It was almost time.

Leaning on Torque, I used his chains to keep Shulka where he was as I turned and marched off into the spawning pool. Yalig clung to my back while Shulka held onto my front. Yalat kept pace too, not missing a beat in rubbing my bundle of nerves as she trailed behind me through the water.

I never grew tired of how wonderful the spawning pool felt. Warm as blood, and almost as thick, the water dragged on my limbs. Tendrils caressed me like seaweed as I waded into the depths. Submerged up to my chest, my body was too dense to float, though I did feel a good deal lighter. How many times had I lounged in the syrupy pool with my Queensguard occupying themselves with my pleasure?

It was easy to find Zesshi by the buoy of tendrils that rested on the surface above her. I settled above her as Yalat drew out my ovipositor. I wondered how the acidic green intimates contrasted from the glowing water. She rubbed the sensitive tip as it emerged. Though not as pleasurable as I imagined a real cock would feel, there were still plenty of nerves located in the spade shaped head with its wide orifice. Rather rubbery in consistency, the shaft compressed when fitting into stubborn holes and expanded to pass even the largest eggs I could produce. It wasn't fully prehensile, but I had a good deal of control where the cartilage rings encircled the shaft. Not to mention force.

Because I couldn't reach back that far and definitely couldn't see through the darkly opaque liquid of the pool, Yalat guided my rear down and placed my tip into Zesshi's plump breeding hole. I wasn't sure how Zesshi was secured. All I could tell as my ovipositor sank in was that her pussy was hiked high up for me. I imagined her legs were held behind her head while she was anchored to the bottom.

As I plunged into the plush cunny, I wrapped an arm around Shulka and gripped him tightly at the overwhelming pleasure shooting through me. Yalat had guided the tip in and went straight back to my internal clitoris. The growing ache in my egg chamber compelled me on. It was easy to penetrate deeply into Zesshi's modified body. My ovipositor was designed to find and pierce directly into a host's womb. On top of that the draconic vessel implanted in the half-elf girl was also meant to accommodate such insertion. Only a small amount of force was needed to get through the lotus scales of her cervix. She clamped down right as the first ring popped through.

Controlling the appendage was a little strange, though it was mostly instinct. It was quite long, meant to reach the furthest depths of species even larger than me. I mostly just had to get inside a female and push hard enough for my body to do the rest. As I pounded my ovipositor into the poor girl, I knew I was in Zesshi's womb by the sudden tugging around the first cartilage ring behind the spade tip of my tool. As my lower slit came flush with her own, a special solution was secreted from glands around the opening where my ovipositor emerged. On contact with the breeder's scaly lips, the gel glued her hole around me to make sure everything stayed put.

Right as I became anchored to Zesshi's Dragon Womb, Shulka drank the last of the Panacea from my bosom. His lips came off my nipple with a wet pop. He looked up, his eyes glazed over from the overdose of hormonal cocktail. His tool pulsed inside me in time with the thud of his heart.

Yalig slid off my back with a splash and gently pulled him free. Even his short time inside my more delicate pussy left me wanting more. Regardless, Yalig guided the dazed Evolved around my bulk to my other waiting hole. Yalat moved out of the way and both my Queensguard helped Shulka find my lower sex.

Even braced for the coming penetration, I wasn't fully ready for Shulka's massive length to slam into me. Stretched did not come close. I feared my abdomen was going to split in half. He forced a cry of distressed ecstasy from me as his curved ridges parted the folds protecting my pearl, stimulating my clit with the scraping scales along his cock. Because of the angle he was in the pool up to his shoulders and had to cling to me. His arms grabbed onto my back while his feet hooked under my rear legs.

Using me as leverage, he humped madly into my lower pussy. As he penetrated into my core, I felt his head nudge my egg chamber. The vibrations travelled down into helpless Zesshi. By the way her pussy cramped harder around my ovipositor she was having a good time. Shulka rutted his need into me like I was mother Gaia herself. Rich and fertile and ready to be sown. Fueled by the same burning passion that had seen me through mating with four guardians. Ecstasy pulsed through me end to end like magma. Dripping hot and sloshing in waves through my body.

Shulka's forceful fucking stirred the pool hard enough to make Yalat and Yalig hold on too. They climbed up onto my back and rubbed their own stuffed pussies along the ridge of my egg chamber in anticipation. Their giggling turned to full laughter as the three of them rode me in their own way. My Queensguard spoke encouraging words to Shulka, urging him on to give me the creampie of a lifetime. Sometimes I forgot how vocal they could be. No telling where their dirty minds came from. Nevermind that I was in fact hoping for the creampie of a lifetime.

I don't know why the size difference between us got me going as much as it did. Maybe it was the presence of all three of them, holding onto my abdomen, surrounded by the comforting wetness of the pool. The way the slippery water made Shulka's penetration easier, his cock gliding ever deeper in longer strokes. Perhaps it appealed to the Broodmother instincts in me. Copulating with the guardians had touched me in many ways, but there was something far more primal in the way Shulka dominated the hole meant for breeding and laying. An honesty in the copulation.

"Hard to... Cum... Tight. Too... Good." By the way Shulka groaned as he thrashed erratically, his word was true. He probably was having trouble because the Panacea cranked his libido, sensitivity, and sperm production up to its limit.

"Go on, Shulka. Fuck me. Cum in me. Fill me up and rut me until I can't move. Mark these eggs and make me lay. Make me so gravid I have to lay into this little breeder."

It took me a second to realize I had voiced my thoughts out loud. Though it seemed to do the trick as Shulka barked a series of curses enough to make a sailor blush.

If this had been a normal version of the ritual, Shulka probably would have climaxed double what he usually did. No amount of bracing could have prepared me for the torrential rush of cum that poured into my rear sex through to my egg chamber. The liquid overflowed into my abdominal womb. He painted my insides. No, painting implied a limit. My hole was bloated with cum. Inflated with molten seed.

The massive influx catalysed the eggs and set the final step of the ritual into motion.

I climaxed, the trickle of amniotic fluid becoming a gushing torrent that flowed from me into Zesshi. Pleasure loosened my insides until the first contraction hit me, triggering rippling muscles that pushed the first egg down my shaft. I groaned, bearing down on the pressure with my powerful abdominals. The sensation was strong, but not intolerable. In fact, it was one of the hardest orgasms of my life, stealing my breath and setting my teeth on edge as I pressed my bulk down against the breeder glued to me.

Fortunately, I just had to relax and lean into the contraction. As long as I didn't fight it, my instincts would guide my body's function. Just as I had practiced, I timed my breathing and helped push. Even though the Emperors were not the largest eggs I had laid, they were the biggest I had to use my ovipositor for.

Shulka was still filling me even as the egg squeezed him tight through the wall separating my ovipositor from my rear pussy. He tried to speak, but only let out indecipherable nonsense as his cock was put through the wringer with my laying.

The toughest obstacle was not getting the egg out of me, but into Zesshi. However, that was trivialized by her position and the weight behind the sizable insertion. Her lips could only put up a token effort since she was already open around my ovipositor. Amusingly enough, it would have been harder without the second and third egg already crowding behind the first. Still, her draconic genitalia was pushed to its absolute limit to accept the girth of my eggs.

All the while, I just kept climaxing. My thought boiled as I nearly lost hold of myself when the first egg was deposited in Zesshi's womb. The release of pressure was only compounded as the second crowded up against her guarded chamber. Shulka's orgasm had mostly ended, though he remained stuck, still erect as my insides massaged him.

Pouring myself into the sacred chalice beneath me brought such relief that I redoubled my efforts, pushing harder as Zesshi's resistance faded as her poor hole was loosened. The next egg went in easier. So did the next. And in scant seconds after that, the last one had been impregnated into the half-elf. I went from full to empty and my abdomen ached at the absence. The shaft of my ovipositor was sore after not just one but four of the Emperor shells scraping along the sensitive inside.

With a last spurt from my ovipositor, the fluid mixture within Zesshi congealed into a thick suspension liquid that would plug her womb and keep my eggs safe. Though it took a bit of tugging, my tip slid free of her cervix with not a single drop of essence spilling from her abused cunny. Job done, my tool retracted back into my slit and Shulka pulled out as well.

I waded back to the shallows of the spawning pool and collapsed along the slope. Panting in exertion, Shulka flopped down beside me. Yalat and Yalig leaned on each other, still on my back, still content with their toys lodged within them.

Then, there was nothing to do but wait.

***V***

And for three terribly long, and thankfully short days, that's what I did.

Three days spent worrying over the nutrients being fed into the pool. The Disciples tending to it worked around the clock to make sure everything was perfect. Yalat and Yalig stayed close to where Zesshi was submerged the whole while to make sure their buffs never strayed from her.

It was At-pha who announced the imminent birth. My faithful Suture Priest had meditated the entire time, never once moving from her appointed place of duty and honor.

"Mistress! It's time! The seal on the Breeder's womb has been broken. She's going into labor."

"I'm bringing her out. Be ready." My command was absolute. Only Yalat, Yalig, and At-pha were present.

Torque extended his chains into the pool and dredged Zesshi up from the depths. Trailing water and tendrils, her breathing mask was still securely fastened. Looking like a drowned rat, Zesshi's eyes betrayed a broken will. I was almost disappointed that was all it had taken. She looked as large as someone about to give birth to quadruplets would be, numerous tendrils still stuck to the swell. The onyx scales of her belly strained around the girth of her pregnancy.

Quivering as the first labor pains shook her, Zesshi was stretched out over a stone slab so the Emperors could be cut free.

"At-pha, if you could, please." I loomed nervously over the mongrel's feet as Yalat and Yalig made room for the Suture Priest to do her work.

At-pha summoned a Scalpel Leech to perform the necessary caesarean. Starting at the bottom of the obscenely gravid swell, the Leech made its incision at a precise curve and depth. A small well of blood was washed away in a tide of clear fluid as the Leech worked quickly. Fortunately, the mongrel's mouth was essentially gagged. No doubt she would be screaming as the Scalpel Leech split her from groin to breast. Not because of pain. The Scalpel Leech's anesthetic venom made sure of that, though she could probably still numbly feel what was going on. It was the horror of her situation.

My two Queensguard shushed and soothed the breeder as she shook with sobs.

"There, there, no need for tears." Said Yalat.

"You are honored by this gift." Agreed Yalig.

The eggs I had put inside her did not exactly hatch, so much as their hardened exterior dissolved into embryonic sacs that joined themselves into the mongrel's altered uterine walls. To ensure quick, safe delivery, surgical birth was the fastest way.

Once the incision was made, At-pha moved quickly out of the way as my Queensguard took her place on either side. With their elegant fingers, Yalat and Yalig pushed into the weeping rent, directly into Zesshi's implanted womb. A slurry of bodily fluids was displaced by the Queensguard's intrusion.

There was an element of uncertainty. The ritual had to be adapted in so many ways since coming to the new world. How would the guardian's essence interact? I waited as the seconds seemed to stand still.

Yalig lifted the first one free.

What emerged from the slitted belly of the breeder was everything I hoped for. The height of my powers to create. A product of years of research and effort, all my knowledge of the deadliest Broods refined and distilled into them.

My Spliced Lords. The Emperor Brood.

The first was magnificent. Black and white patterns adorned his belly. When Yalig freed his little muzzle from the torn membrane and the dark sclera became visible, I knew who his father was. Leathery wings. Stubby tail. Four adorable little legs. Scaly features. Their larval forms were so like baby dragons. His geometric markings glowed brightly, marking him undeniably as mine.

Even before his umbilical cord was snipped, I was engulfed by a vision.

Maaurl, firstborn, eldest of the Emperors, flew with such speed that each flap of his wings left supersonic aftershocks. His fist was drawn back, gathering coruscating energy to be delivered. His opponent was a full-blooded dragon whose own wings blotted out the sun. The platinum scales shimmered, unnatural arcane forces churning as the very air turned on Maaurl.

The eldest was struck from the sky, sent hurtling into a mountain. Splinters of dislodged stone exploded outward as if the mountain had erupted. With more of the strange magic, the dragon turned the earth itself into a weapon. A single blow from Maaurl was enough to detonate the peak and all the encroaching rock along with it. Burning leaves from his laurel wreathed his brow in flames. The living chains around Maaurl's arms lashed out, reaching across the gulf between the titanic fighters, wrapping around the other dragon's legs and wings.

Utilizing his opponent as leverage, Maaurl once again shot through a sky that caught fire in his wake. There was no escape, and Maaurl's fist crashed into the dragon's head with world splitting force. Dead and rent asunder, the bright dragon fell. Triumphant, the Emperor cast his enemy down in a shower of shattered scale and chain. Maaurl roared his victory to all that would hear, intoning my name as he did so. Back on the ground, his army took up the chant. My name shook heaven and earth in a cacophony of might.

Maaurl fixed his burning gaze ahead and pointed in an imperious gesture. The roots of the world shuddered as his army moved on the city, its last defender swept aside.

Glorious Maaurl. Regal Maaurl. Proud, but not arrogant. Marvelous, but not vane. He exuded an easy nobility that made any who looked upon him too long weep at his magnificence. Sebas had tutored his son well. As the oldest, Maaurl carried the mantle of leadership with dignity.

Gasping, I took Maaurl from Yalig, back in the present once more. I held him, rocking him gently against my bosom as he looked up at me without a single cry. Only wonder. Sweet milk dribbled from my nipples and though he kept his eyes on me, Maaurl moved his head enough to suckle.

Yalat dredged the next one from Zesshi's belly. I caught a glimpse of Scythe Wings, and a peak into the future.

Each of my Emperors had formed to be part of an unconquerable whole. Varo was the blade. An expression of pure, unsullied purpose distilled into an edge. Patient. Deadly. While he would be the only one unable to fly because of his Scythe Wings, he would be the greatest fighter. Calm. Disciplined. Soothing the humors of his brothers. Always a kind word, softly spoken. Those of true strength never needed to shout to be heard.

In the far north, a secret enclave gathered. Warlocks, cretins, and excommunicated heretics, driven out of their lairs by our conquests. They pooled their magic together, using forbidden sorcery and dark pacts. With sacred artifacts defiled in the name of preserving their own ambition, allied in creating a singular being.

One champion, chosen among their ranks was given these unholy gifts. A monster in the form of a man. Their counterattack had been as vicious as it had been bloody with the Defiled at the head of a conscripted force made of detritus left in the wake of a world at war. The Sorcerer Kingdom and my Brood was surrounded by enemies, trying to bleed us from a thousand cuts.

Varo had marched out to meet the Defiled. Alone.

The hulking shape of the Defiled bulged with barely constrained power. They had bolted his armor on to keep his expanding form from morphing uncontrollably. Behind him, the force of murderers and thieves jeered as the Defiled raised his hammer, stirring the rabble. Varo stood unmoved, unsheathing his katana as his Scythe Wings extended out to either side, trailing chains in ribbons that stirred in the wind. The Defiled bellowed his challenge and charged through the field of golden wheat like a bull.

Even though it was just a vision, I wanted to cry out in warning. The opposing man-monster wielded such terrible fury, such power forged into flesh. Even if I had been able to shout, it would not have changed the outcome.

Varo moved so fast I nearly thought he had teleported. He sliced past his opponent with only a single drop of blood on his katana as proof of contact. Every stalk of wheat in a hundred paces was cut at waist height. One clean blow from his blade and Scythe Wings diced the Defiled into chunks that fell away as the monster stumbled, head, arms, and torso each separating. Varo paused only for a moment, then carried on into the confused enemy. Quick as death, and just as inescapable, not a soul save Varo himself walked free from the bloody wheat that day.

Varo had trained with masters who knew the blade in its purest form. Cocytus had tutored the young Emperor in the ascendant forms without peer.

I snapped back to the present as Varo joined Maaurl in my arms, wasting no time in latching onto my other breast. His bright blue eyes looked so wonderful against the deep navy of his Emperor patterns. The reassurance of their mouths on me filled my heart with such light and warmth that I had never known.

There were still two more to go.

I shivered in barely contained excitement as the next Emperor's wings of folded bone came into view. This time, I knew what to expect and welcomed the glimpse of foresight.

Most jovial Kandur. He was the first to kick up his feet. The first to joke, laugh, or play. He worked hard too. Diligent. And was singularly intelligent. He never flaunted it. Never held it over his brothers. Instead using it to give counsel and invaluable aid. Though he always seized the chance to flex his sharp wit.

There was a city, hidden in the mountains. Powerful. Nazarick was a curse upon their lips. They drew together champions. Heroes. Armies! They came to burn not just the Great Tomb, but us. The Brood. Flood us and burn us and kill us. Their chanting rose to a fevered pitch. Such a force concentrated in those streets that it could scarcely be believed.

They were led by the last of the god-kin. People who had YGGDRASIL blood flowing through their veins. Legacies left behind to fester and grow that would soon threaten our existence.

Then, over the course of three days the city went quiet. All the lights went out, never to come back on. Every living thing from the mightiest champion to the rats in the sewers keeled over and fell to ash. In the span of that time, the Annihilator Virus did its work.

Then, only the wind disturbed the empty buildings.

In that moment, I knew what Kandur would become. Not just an Emperor. A Viral Scion.

Touring through the deserted city streets, the slightest grin tugged at his lips. His coven of Brood Disciples trailed just behind, scooping up the crystalized essence that had once been a living city. Kandur knew the funniest thing in the world was the lie that mortals told to themselves every day. And he walked with the punchline evident all around.

A twinkle of humor shined in his six crystalline eyes.

Demiurge would be proud.

Returning to the present, I held out my arms and took little Kandur. As a larva, he squabbled with Maaurl and Varo to get at my milk. Grudgingly, Maaurl moved aside for a moment, clumsily flapping his wings as he did so. Kandur latched on, greedily pulling as much nourishment as he could.

My breath caught in my throat as Yalig pulled the last Emperor from Zesshi's belly.

Even matted down with fluid, the ebony feathers of the youngest were truly a sight unlike any other. Fittingly, their vision was the most vivid of all.

Last was Set. The youngest. The most beautiful. And the only female. She was an aberration. The Emperors were only supposed to be male. I saw in the burgeoning emergence that she was in fact, a hermaphrodite, gifted with mutable physiology. Her symbols were unique too, dancing across her skin and scales from tail to horn.

There was mischief in her. Her clarity of vision was valued by her brothers, though she always seemed to know more than she would say. She would act as the spiritual guide of a new faith. Set was kind. True. All-seeing. The final piece of the puzzle that formed the Emperors, my children, into the force that would lead my Brood to dominance. Through her, my will was enacted. With every rustle of the black feathers of her wings, she would spread the word. My word. Not only the blood of the Emperor, but the purest expression of my own. Prophet of Evolution sang in her blood and beat in her two hearts.

I saw her, standing at a pulpit, her brothers at her side as they all presided over the final victory.

As I looked upon her, she turned. I looked forward at her. She looked back at me. Just like her brothers, Set's eyes gave her away. Those crimson beauties that shined like liquid blood. Just like Shalltear's.

"Hello, mother." Set smiled.

Unlike most visions of the future, this one did not snap hard enough to give me whiplash. This time, it was as though the delicate threads of fate were not a tangle, but a tapestry. A beautiful weave of interconnected golden fibers.

I settled back into the now and realized that I was crying.

Beside her brothers, Set chirped incessantly until Varo gave up his place and she was able feed.

Each was unique, breathtaking in their own way. Maaurl was the most draconic looking, and a good deal larger than the other three. Varo's Scythe Wings were small now, but would soon be a sight to behold. Kandur's bone plates were soft, though quickly stiffening into shape. Set was the smallest and her pinions were... Truly otherworldly in beauty. I knew that they would grow into their adult bodies in time, but even now I marvelled at them. Amazing to think that even as newborns they already possessed such impressive forms.

Even newly born, they cooperated with each other. They were all hungry, and took it in turn to sate themselves. Sometimes one would get greedy and be tugged at by their brothers, inadvertently pulling hard at my sensitive buds.

Unable to resist, I cooed as Yalat and Yalig joined me. The Queensguard were practically beside themselves with joy, doting on the little Emperors as they wiped away the messy remnants of their birth.

"They're so wonderful, sister!" Yalig squirmed in happiness.

"Look at our new brothers and... Oh! Sister too!" Yalat intoned, meticulously picking shredded membrane from the four Emperors.

"Aren't they beautiful. My Emperors. My children." I purred.

My work was far from done. My Emperors would need many things. Biomagi as spell support. Spike Slingers for ranged fire. Suture Priests to heal ranks of Shielded. Reavers to slaughter. Wraiths to flit between worlds and cull our enemies. They would need armies. Zesshi would be stitched back closed, given a day to recover, then pressed back into service. I had plans for the womb surgically implanted within her. At-pha was already working on the breeder's deflated belly.

With a gesture, I summoned Shulka from the waiting area outside the spawning pool. He was stunned to silence by the sight of the Emperors.

He required no command as I waded out into the pool once more. Yalat and Yalig splashed ahead of me and waited. While Zesshi had been occupied, I'd taken the liberty of seeding the pool with more breeders. They waited under the surface of the pool, already prepared to receive my gifts. I took position above the first one. I helpfully lifted my abdomen as Yalig easily coaxed my ovipositor out, guiding it down into the waiting incubator.

I beckoned for Shulka and reverently slipped his length into my rear sex. The pressure was a welcome one. The slick waters of the pool let my aching depths take him to the hilt in only a few thrusts. I reclined back into a relaxed pose, letting him pound away at my breeding hole, cradling my four Emperors as they nursed. To my delight, the more Shulka bred me, the more stimulated my ample breasts became. No doubt tasting the increase in my lactation, the Spliced Lords suckled all the more.

Maaurl let Set take his place when his belly was so full of milk he could hold no more and lazily curled in the crook of my arm. The steady motions of Shulka's thrusting rocked Varo off to sleep soon after. Kandur and Set eagerly drank more than their fair share.

Their potential was staggering. Unleashed from the limitations of YGGDRASIL, I had glimpsed the powerful beings each would become.

With just the right nurturing, I suspected that they would reach level one-hundred. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on their creator's part. No matter what, they would be strong. Seeded by an Archdevil, Dragonoid, True Vampire, Vermin Lord. Fertilized by my champion, Shulka's dormant True Dragon Blood evident. Grown in my own egg chambers. Gestated to hatching in an honest to goodness Dragon Womb. Delivered by Queensguard midwives. And nursed from my breast.

My nethers clenched as I imagined each of them getting their own turn to fill me, breed a clutch into my egg chamber. Hurry and grow little Emperors. Each of you need Praetorians to guard you. And I have to be the one to give them to you. The thought alone made me shudder in climax and my ovipositor worked to fill the breeder beneath me with eggs that would hatch into Wraiths in a few days.

Through my Emperors, I would conquer the world. Through them, I would rule. Eternally loyal. Eternally bound.

They belonged to me, body, mind, and soul.

I was their Broodmother, after all.

***V***

I awoke from the hideous amalgamation of dream and vision with a gasp.

There were not enough curse words in my lexicon to appropriately encapsulate the sheer fuckery of what fucking fuck had just fucking fucked my brain. I glared at the Empress card sitting on the table in front of me. The portrait of the regal woman bore the faintest knowing smile. Definitely mocking me. Why had I used Tabula's Tarot? I couldn't fucking remember.

Based on the stiffness of my joints, I had been sitting there for at least a few hours.

Torque, that was horrible. Quite possibly the most awful thing I have ever experienced.

When at first he didn't answer, I realized that he had gone rather dormant. No wonder he didn't pull me out. Lazy ass sword fell asleep!

I suppressed a shudder and had to pat my legs and make sure I only had two of them. Urgh no-no-no-no giant weird centaur-like spider hive mother thing. When I stood, I came to the disturbing realization that I had soaked my pants, underwear, and chair. A very sticky, very obvious something that clung to the chair in long strings as I stood. Oh gods, that did not make it better. That was a helluva lot worse.

It would have been less damaging to my psyche to believe I had just wet myself.

Ghostly mouths pulled on my nipples and nethers as my womb did a front flip in my belly. Never. Never in a hundred-thousand lifetimes.

I should go and take a cold shower.