Oh god - knowledge is power

Alternative version

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.

x-x-x

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.

x-x-x

Except Izaya knew all the gods' secrets. He had his own spies and methods. He just hadn't believed the god of strength would use his brain for once. But there she was, number seven.

Izaya visited his enemy late. She waited for him on the bed, head bowed in what was supposed to be submission and dressed like a virgin. That was probably likely. The woman on the bed looked nervous, twitching at his every movement.

Izaya pretended not to notice. He wanted to see how far his enemy would go. It was a game of chicken, but Izaya had no intention of stopping. Not until he'd done his job. His fingers skimmed over the woman's stomach. Shizuo would end up pregnant.

Izaya played with his enemy, delighting in the woman's reactions. He wondered if the god would react the same in his real body. As it was, the one beneath him twitched and writhed with his every touch and near screamed as he finally pushed inside her.

Izaya felt something break. Virgin indeed. The woman was crying, mouth and eyes wide. Izaya gave her what she was there for and filled her with his seed.

Then he left and waited. The following morning the women were escorted out of his domain and he would see them nine months later to bless the children and start the cycle anew.

It would be different this time. He'd get to watch his enemy suffer. Izaya was both curious and looking forward to it.

x-x-x

Except for when they were all required to be together, the majority of the gods kept to themselves. Just like humans, there was too much ego and judgement between them. So no one thought it odd, that Shizuo had become a hermit. If anyone had checked, they would've found out the god of strength had dismissed his servants and shut himself off completely.

A shame since Izaya wanted to witness the condition he'd put his enemy in. But that would give the game away, Shizuo would know he knew and that wasn't allowed.

Nine months later only eleven women turned up. The other gods were there hoping to see him fail and that included Shizuo. Izaya acted the way he knew they wanted. But more importantly there was a child of his that didn't have his blessing. He hadn't been watching close enough.

He told the other gods the woman had died.

x-x-x

His enemy wasn't in the next group and as expected everything went smoothly. He kept them with him, giving them everything they needed as if they were his harem. Nine months later they all gave birth and he blessed his children.

Then Shizuo came back. Short this time, red hair, stereotypical green eyes and freckles. Number four. She didn't both dressing up or looking virgin like. Izaya didn't both prepping her. He pinned his enemy to the bed and took her like an animal. Her screams were music to his ears.

Nine months later the same thing happened again.

x-x-x

Two cycles later and Shizuo hadn't returned. So Izaya spiked his enemy with ambrosia. Enough that he couldn't control his abilities, enough that the god sought sanctuary within the twelve.

Number twelve, because the others had already entered. Shizuo stood twitchy, long haired and large breasted. Izaya looked forward to playing with the woman.

The other women he made his way through as usual. Then it was Shizuo's turn. Izaya took his time. She lay on the bed panting and twitching.

"If you can't keep still, I'll have to tie you up." Izaya warned to see what she'd do.

"Please." The woman moaned, eyes lighting up.

Well, wasn't that interesting.

"Since you asked so nicely. I'll have you moved to another room. You'll like my playroom." Izaya bit back a groan. The god of strength was submissive.

"But I'm only here until morning."

Izaya smirked. "You're here for nine months, Twelve. Until the baby is born safely."

"But that's..."

"Yes or no?" Izaya asked with authority.

"Yes. Nine months until the baby is born."

Izaya smirked. "Good."

He just hadn't said when the nine months would start and it wouldn't. Izaya had no intention of letting Shizuo get pregnant. To make sure, he made some changes to the woman's body. Now they could have all the fun they wanted.

x-x-x

His enemy walked into the cage of her own accord. Izaya gave the woman the chains and she slipped them around her wrists, the same with her ankles and gave him the key.

"You know, I have a photographic memory." Izaya confided. "I remember every single woman that I've been with." He ran his fingers across her belly and looked into her eyes. "Just like they remember me. There's a residue of my power left behind. I never check but I should've. You have already had a child with me."

His enemy flinched, eyes flicking to the chains. "Two in fact. So that means you can change appearance. Cute plan, too bad it didn't work out, Shizu-chan."

The woman pulled at her restraints. "I wouldn't waste your strength." Izaya teased. "You've had enough ambrosia in your system to make the change hold for a long time. The chains are laced with the stuff too. Where are our children?"

Shizuo scowled and turned her head away. "At the temple."

"Did you enjoy your deceit?"

"Yes."

Izaya smirked as the woman frowned and bit her lip. "Yes, there's a gaes in the chains too. Don't think about lying. Do you want me to fuck you, Shizu-chan?"

"Yes."

Izaya hummed, watching his enemy become agitated. "You're submissive?"

"Yes."

"Beg." Izaya smirked. "You should know by now who your master is."

"Please." The woman did just that.

Izaya licked his lips. His hand moving between her legs. Her breath hitched and she gave a keening whine when he pulled away. "Please what?"

The other god pulled at the chains, tears streaking her cheeks. "Please fuck me."

"Oh, Shizu-chan. You are in so much trouble."

She squirmed as he touched her, his hands on her breasts. She liked it when he twisted her nipple roughly, already begging for more. The other god was soaking wet against his fingers as he slid them through her slit. She spewed a litany of pleading, rolling her hips against his fingers, eyeing him desperately with tears in her eyes. "Please. Please please please."

Izaya pinched her clit eliciting a sharp gasp. "Please what?"

"Please sir." He pinched her again. "Please Izaya." Another pinch. She'd get it in the end. "Please master."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Izaya murmured stroking at the flesh he'd pinched. Shizuo trembled the chains rattling. They have enough length to make them adjustable. Shizuo slides easily to her knees, in line with his cock. "Don't even think of using your teeth." He warns lightly.

She doesn't. It doesn't look like the thought crosses her mind. The other god is out of her mind. She looks up at him pitifully. "Please master, May I suck your cock?"

"Since you asked so nicely." Izaya gloated.

Shizuo opened her mouth and slid her plump lips over his cock. She moaned eyes closed as she bobbed her head taking him deep. He caught the flash of pain across her face and the hardening of her nipples. Her tongue flicked out, tasting him. Her eyes opened as she pulled back enough to speak. "Fuck my mouth. Please master."

Izaya threaded his fingers through her hair and wrenched, impaling her mouth on his cock. As she wanted he used her, fucking her mouth without stopping. He was brutal. Shizuo was dripping, her wet slick down her thighs and dripping onto the floor below. How had he not known his enemy was so submissive? He could've had a much better use for Shizuo years ago.

"More." She begged when he pulled away. "Please master, more."

x-x-x

Izaya had a feeling the cuffs were no longer needed. As it was they were barely there strips of metal to hold the ambrosia flooding Shizuo's veins. He'd reversed the process and had made the woman swell with his seed. That had seemed to calm her down. She didn't seem to want to leave his side though and was more than content kneeling at his side, with her head on his lap until he gave her an order.

If he didn't know better, he would've thought his enemy's mind had finally cracked. He knew better. They'd cemented a dominant submissive bond. He was Shizuo's master. She needed him and she'd let him have that power over her. His enemy was long gone. The god of strength had crumbled.

Except Shizuo wasn't the only pregnant woman and he had his own responsibilities. Eleven other women. Already further along in their pregnancies than Shizuo. He shouldn't be playing favourites. Neither did he want to let the submissive woman out of his sight.

x-x-x

As gods they didn't need to eat, which was a good thing because Shizuo wasn't eating a thing. The other eleven were fine, keeping to themselves and being demanding. Shizuo sat alone in her room, unresponsive to anyone he sent to see to her needs. The only time she did seem to move was when he ordered her. She'd become completely dependent on him.

"Shizu-chan, you haven't eaten."

"I don't need to."

"I'm ordering you to eat." Izaya snapped.

Shizuo sighed leaving her meal untouched. She was lucid it would seem. "After the birth…I'll return to my domain. It's up to you if you want to keep the child or not."

Izaya frowned. She should've been completely dependent on him. Why was she trying to escape? His gaze went to her wrists. The ambrosia wasn't running low. "Why?" The question slipped from his lips.

"War." Shizuo spoke. "The humans need my strength."

Izaya bristled. The humans. "You can't do anything in your condition."

Shizuo scowled, the expression quickly clearing. "I know. It doesn't stop the voices getting louder. We agreed. One the baby is born I can leave."

Izaya stepped closer placing a hand on Shizuo's rounded belly. She really was so beautiful filled with his seed. "You're only three months along. I could make it longer, I could have you sitting here pregnant for years."

His hand slid between Shizuo's legs, his needy goddess wearing no underwear already spreading for him. There she was. His good obedient goddess. Her expression became one of bliss. She wasn't going anywhere.

x-x-x

Izaya was glad when the babies were born. All healthy, all with his blessing. He couldn't get them out of the door fast enough. They'd been a distraction and now he could turn all of his attention back to his goddess.

There she was, in soft chains confined to her room. He'd frozen the pregnancy at four months. There was a long way to go. "They're gone, Shizu-chan." Izaya murmured sitting beside his goddess. She lay panting with sweat dripping down her breasts. His fingers trailed over the white silk, curving a hand over her bare ass and feeling for the monster he'd breeched her with.

"You don't like your toy? It's popular amongst the goddesses at the moment. Although why they'd want to feel like they'd been fucked by a monster, I don't know. The Minotaur not doing it for you?"

"No." Shizuo grit out weakly. "I can't move."

"That's the point." Izaya shrugged lifting the box of toys. He plucked up the instruction card for the toy. "The Minotaur is long, girthy and brutal, effects include immobilisation for real feel experience, extended use may cause dizziness and loss of direction."

Izaya grabbed the toy and pulled. Shizuo gasped, crying out as it pulled from his hand and went back. Flicking the off switch he pulled it out with no resistance. It was ridiculously long and thick. He was generously endowed but the Minotaur was equivalent to fisting hand to elbow.

"No more." Shizuo moaned. "Please master. I need-" shizuo's eyes cleared "-to go back."

Izaya picked up a toy at random. "This one should keep you busy. Cerberus." Shizuo squirmed as he showed her the three cocks. He strapped it around her hips and pressed one of the three into her. Her hand snatched out and clasped around his wrist. "Izaya please-"

Izaya switched the toy on watching in fascination as the cocks rotated in a random pattern as if it really was part of a three headed dog fighting over a pretty morsel. Izaya left the room to Shizuo's pleas. Humans. They couldn't have her.

x-x-x

"Please." Shizuo pleaded. It was all she said these days. He'd frozen her pregnancy again at the eight month mark. It had been a long time. "Please. They need me."

"They don't, Shizu-chan. There is nothing left. The humans destroyed themselves." He'd helped them along, taking away their ability to procreate.

"The gods wouldn't allow that!"

"Who do you think started it?" Izaya sighed. "There are no humans."

Shizuo's head snapped up horror in his eyes. "My children!"

"Here. Safe. I went to get them."

Shizuo deflated. "So I'm not needed."

Izaya held her. "Not by humans, no. But by me and our children." He tipped her chin lathering her lips with soft kisses, coaxing her open for his tongue.

"Please." Shizuo murmured eyes lidded.

Izaya smiled.

End