Title – Oh God

Damn it.

Damn it.

Damn it.

What a fucking mess.

There were two gods known for their rivalry, the god of strength and the god of fertility. No one knew why the two were constantly butting heads or trying to kill another.

Shizuo, the god of strength was known for his brute force, and indestructible body.

Izaya, the god of fertility was known for a one hundred percent success rate for pregnancy.

Neither one could interfere with the other. At least that should've been the case. The other gods had poked and goaded, fanning the flames between them. For Shizuo, the gods bet that he would fail to lift something. For Izaya, the gods bet that he would fail to get someone pregnant.

No one else knew that Shizuo was a shapeshifter. No matter the form he took, he'd still have his strength, as long as it was his decision to change. But making Izaya fail, seeing the other gods humiliate him would be something to see. So he decided to bend and try deception.

Each year, the god of fertility took in twelve women. He slept with them once and sent them away after the deed. Nine months later the women returned, each with a child in tow.

This year would be different. Shizuo took the form of a buxom beauty with an hourglass figure and long brunette hair, his eyes dark. He dressed modestly in a sea green gown and little accessories and then he joined the other eleven. Shizuo grinned. He couldn't wait to see Izaya fail.

Shizuo frowned looking around the room he'd been given. It was posh and over the top. He'd expected a waiting room, or for all the women to be on their knees. Instead they all had their own rooms and were waited on hand and foot.

Shizuo was the seventh. It was late when the god of fertility arrived. Since he'd never been touched before, his body was sensitive. So damn sensitive. He felt like a whore, moaning and writhing under someone he loathed. It hurt as Izaya pushed into him, and then it didn't hurt so much. Shizuo was glad when it was over.

The god of fertility left. Shizuo twitched feeling Izaya's seed inside him. But it wouldn't hold and in nine months Izaya would be the laughing stock of the gods.

The morning after, he was guided outside the god's residence and sent on his way.

Shizuo watched with the other gods as Izaya's one hundred percent failed. Out of the twelve, only eleven showed up, each carrying a little bundle of joy. Shizuo wasn't among them and it took time for the gods to realise Izaya's powers were waning.

After a brief investigation, Izaya reported that the twelfth had died and that's why. Shizuo knew he'd lied and so began Izaya's descent into madness.

Shizuo couldn't help it. The god of fertility was becoming paranoid and he hoarded the women in his domain until they'd all had the baby. Satisfied, Izaya seemed to calm down. So Shizuo did it again. This time taking the form of a short, thin red head with green eyes and freckles across her nose. He didn't bother dressing up.

The rooms were the same, but Izaya was a beast. Shizuo was fourth this time, although he didn't understand the order. Izaya pinned him to the bed and rutted like an animal. His cock pierced his shifted body and Shizuo couldn't pretend at the hoarse cry from his throat. Again he writhed and panted, lost in the sensations that Izaya gave him.

The following morning he was sent on his way. Nine months later, only eleven showed.

The fallen god. Shizuo revelled in his victory over his enemy, enjoying watching Izaya succumb to madness. The women didn't look so happy now and screams filled the palace. The gods couldn't take Izaya's powers, but they could take the women. So the god of fertility was forced to become celibate.

The truth was that Izaya hadn't failed and for Izaya's downfall, he'd had to give birth to two children. He'd left them at the steps of his temple. His children would be away from prying eyes, lost in the numerous servants he had. Shizuo grinned. He'd won and he hadn't used strength.

Eighteen years later

They wouldn't give him women. It was his sole job, his responsibility and the other gods wouldn't allow them. So he took them. Thirteen women, he stole from the gods' own temples. He kept them in their rooms and they were only allowed to leave after he'd fulfilled his duty.

The gods still hadn't caught on and his offspring continued to spread. Izaya grinned at the line of women, all of them in their temple clothes. Ready to serve. He'd even taken one from Shizuo's temple.

She was number nine. But Izaya felt no attraction to her, his power was silent. That only happened if he was in the presence of one of his own children. But this one didn't have the blessing he bestowed on the children after they were born.

Izaya stared at her. Black hair, just like his own. Red eyes, just like his own. She was his. His child. He hadn't failed. "Where is your mother?" Izaya asked.

"I was left on the steps of the temple, god-sama."

So she'd abandoned her daughter. That's why she hadn't turned up. "You're my daughter."

The young woman gasped. "My brother too?"

"Twins?" Izaya asked.

"Uh no. He was left on the steps too. But we know we're related."

Now that was interesting. "How so?" Izaya asked.

"Well we don't look alike, but we know we're different from everyone else. We don't get sick, we don't tire and we're both strong." The woman confessed.

The last word stuck. "Strong?"

"Uh, yes. The priests believe we were blessed by the god of strength."

Izaya raised a brow. "Because you were left at his temple?"

"Yes. Although it's only me and my brother that have been blessed. They'll know I'm missing."

Izaya let her go.

Shizuo wasn't a fan of parties but since he didn't want to be an outcast, he did his best to blend in. That meant drinking whatever was handed to him, eating whatever was handed to him and staying until he wasn't the first to leave.

They'd given him ambrosia. Thankfully it was his last drink and he was in his own domain before it hit. All the gods gorged on the stuff, apart from him. It made him light up from the inside but it also messed with his shape shifting abilities. It made him burn with need. He'd made sure the servants wouldn't give him the stuff. Ambrosia took away his choice to change and with it his strength.

Shizuo made it home, glad that he'd dismissed all the servants for the night. He made his way to his bed chambers, stripping off, as his clothes became baggy and his skin itched.

Shizuo cursed feeling his hair become longer by the minute, switching through an array of colours. He strode naked into the baths and down the small steps into hot water and nectar. Hopefully that would nullify the effects of the ambrosia. Shizuo lifted the mass of hair that was now a golden colour. It was going to be a long night.

Someone was running. Shizuo felt like he was mortal and had run one of their marathons. But no, he was on his back after drinking ambrosia. Shizuo blinked feeling someone rutting against him. He opened his eyes, staring up at the mad god. Shizuo looked at his current nakedness. He was a woman. Had she decided to trick him a third time?

"Oh, good. You're awake."

Shizuo cried out as her hair was wrapped around Izaya's fist and wrenched back. Her body was twisted around Izaya's cock, until she was on her knees and he was brutal in his fucking.

Shizuo screamed as she was pulled back roughly, her back against Izaya's chest. He stayed wedged within her, his hand cupping her chin and wrenching her head back so their eyes met. His cruel gaze full of heat and malice. Shizuo felt fear.

She screamed as Izaya sank his teeth into her throat, blood trickling down her breasts. Izaya groped her breasts, pinching her nipples and giving them a painful tug.

She whimpered and begged as sharp nails dug into her clit. It hurt. It hurt so much. Shizuo dropped to the bed trying to crawl away. Her fingers clawed at the sheets as she was pulled back onto Izaya's cock and held down by her neck. The brutal fucking continued.

The god of fertility could go twelve days non stop. The other gods had asked the question and Izaya had told them he was made for sex. If he wanted, the god could impregnate the women all in one go. He'd just spread it out so he didn't get bored. Shizuo had thought it was bragging and a lie.

It wasn't. Shizuo tasted ambrosia on her lips. She was in Izaya's bed sprawled out and twitching as he fucked her. Two days. He'd had her two days and not once had he taken a break. Shizuo was strong though, had stamina. She wouldn't lose to the damn god of fertility.

Thirteen days and she broke.

"Anyone seen the god of strength?" Izaya asked crashing the gods' meeting.

"What are you doing here?"

"We know what you've been doing! No more!"

Izaya tilted his head. "...alright. No more. I'll stay in my domain and won't touch another human, as long as none of you bother me."

"Then begone. You're not welcome here. Neither is a god that abandons his post!"

"Abandons?"

"Begone!"

Izaya nodded. "Very well."

Izaya returned to his own domain and as promised closed himself off. Thick blackness filled the air blocking out everything.

His servants were loyal, all of them with his blood. His daughters had been raised to be midwives. As gods they didn't need to eat but there was plenty to sustain them.

Izaya made his way to his bedchamber and closed the double doors. In front of the bed, stretching from wall to wall, was chains of ribbon. In the centre suspended in the air was Shizuo, the god of strength, broken down, muzzled with ambrosia to keep him from regaining his true form.

"Looks like the gods don't want you, Shizu-chan." Izaya purred, sinking his fingers into the woman's dripping pussy. "Don't worry, you won't be leaving. You wanted my children, you can have them." Izaya wiped his slicked fingers against her cheek. "No more humans. Only you."

Shizuo was pregnant. It didn't change a thing. Izaya still fucked her every day and she still couldn't change back. She hadn't been fed anymore ambrosia.

Shizuo gave birth to her third child. It was whisked away and she was washed up, healed and returned to the bedroom. Izaya took her.

Shizuo gave birth to her fourth child. Just as quickly she found herself pregnant again.

Izaya liked to torment her. He made her give birth to twins, to triplets and threatened octuplets. Shizuo gave birth to her fifth lot, already returning to the bedroom to seek Izaya out. Except, he wasn't there.

Izaya gave Shizuo a choice. She'd already given birth to the fifth batch. But he'd trained her well. Shizuo crawled up his body, willingly sucking his cock and begging. "Please." She panted touching herself. "Another."

Izaya smirked. "No." It was Shizuo's turn to be driven mad.

"Please." Shizuo whined rubbing against him. "Please Izaya."

Izaya gripped her jaw. "That's not how you speak to me. Try again."

Shizuo stroked over her belly. "Please master, I need it. Please, use me for your children. It doesn't matter how many. Please."

The screaming was music to his ears. Izaya walked down the birthing room counting all twelve babies. Just like how it should've been.

Shizuo looked exhausted and pale. "Izaya, again."
And so the cycle continued.

The end