The bout with the witches officially marked the last of Nyx's daughters and granddaughters.
Of course, as you know the goddesses of the Pit hadn't been the only ones ordered to stuff themselves with William's baby batter.
Female monsters had been ordered as well. It started out okay with the Empousai, at least they were humanoid. There were something like thirty different ones that he had been able to differentiate from the others and could keep a count, but many came after his breeding sessions to clean up or take his partially hard cock for a ride while he slept, so who knows how many there really were.
The real horrors were the Arai. The spirits of curses. Kill one, and a curse that has been cast at you by an enemy will be completed. They were even more disgusting than the Furies (hard to accomplish). Like a mix between the bat ladies and Achyls. These creatures were what kept his room spotlessly clean. Somehow being able to suck up cum like vacuum cleaners.
They all looked exactly the same, so it was literally impossible for him to know how many of them there were that got pregnant off of his floor cum but one could guess somewhere anywhere north of one hundred and probably be pretty close. But that's just a gut feeling, not fact based at all.
William was obviously very good at his job, because he only needed one session with each woman once to successfully impregnate them with his child. Once he had successfully bred the witches, he usually had a little bit of free time. The whole cycle seemed to take around nine months to get through everybody, so by the time he finished, Nyx had given birth around the same time, so she came soon after the witches for her next breeding.
Some of the women would come back before their nine months was up, while they were still pregnant. The young charities especially, William had effectively fucked them into his obedient cock sluts. He had taken their virginities with the biggest cock to ever exist, how were they supposed to find something else after that? So they returned as often as they were allowed so they could get fucked again and impale themselves on his giant cock, despite their heavily pregnant states.
The other who returned often was Hemera, which he didn't mind at all since she quite literally brought some light into his life. Every time she would leave he would forget about the things they talked about, but he never forgot the feeling he had after their sessions. They were different than the other ones. Less desperate, more willing. It was like an elevated version of what he felt for the muses. Like they were his girlfriends but Hemera was his wife. That kind of a difference.
But it was like that every time. Get through the cycle and then it starts again.
Then again. And again. And again. And again...
For fifty years William was kept prisoner in this mansion of horrors. Kept only as a breeding slave. They tried to convince him that his role was bigger than that, that he had been created by Chaos for this purpose. But he knew better. There wouldn't have been so many unanswered questions inside his head if he hadn't known something before coming here.
And finally. Finally that fifty years was up and Nyx came for her turn again, only this time she wasn't naked.