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Ealaín – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

My pussy clenched down on Sven’s cock as his question echoed around me. I shivered and glanced to my left, locking onto my charge. My wife now. Kora writhed in a daisy chain with the others, lying on her side, performing such a delicious act of love as she ate Zanyia’s pussy. The lamia’s tail swished as she devoured Nathalie who had her face buried into Princess Ava who feasted on Greta who lapped at Aingeal, who finished off the chain by pleasuring Kora.

My heart melted at the sight of it. A pang formed in my stomach that cut through the pleasure of my orgasm. Everything was so confusing. I thought I’d done the right thing by convincing my Goddess-mother of where Kora should be. It was best for her heart, but it would hurt her.

I would hurt her.

“I don’t know,” I said, a wave of hopelessness washed through me. What could be done about any of it? Sven’s deal with my mother had such precise stipulations.

How did this happen to me? I shouldn’t be this involved. I was never meant to fall in love with my charge. I was her muse, here to inspire her in the sexual art and her other endeavors, to protect her from the dangers of the world so she could focus on bringing beauty into the world.

“You don’t know?” Sven said, his hands sliding up my body. He found my large breasts, squeezing and kneading them, his cock hard in my cum-filled pussy.

“You made a promise to my mother. You know why I can’t do anything.” I looked over my shoulder at Sven, his blue eyes shot into mine. “You can’t have her adventuring with you. And she’s pregnant now, too. All the more reason that she has to give this up.” Saying these words hurt. I didn’t want to split her up from Sven. I wanted her to be with him, but…

I was wrong. Kora should be with her brother. She loved him. She was his wife now, but…

“You’ll be with her?” he asked, voice low.

“Always,” I breathed, shuddering beneath him. That was true. I would be with Kora for as long as I could be; her living muse.

“At least there’s that,” Sven said, his hands squeezed my breasts. “I… I trust you to protect her for me.”

A wave of joy washed through me. Tears tinged my eyes. I don’t know why, but his faith in me… It touched me. This man had pulled me into the fold of his harem. His sister wanted me to be apart of all of this, so he welcomed me, too.

For her.

I turned my head as he leaned down. I shuddered as he kissed me hard. I felt the strength of his lips on mine. His hands squeezed my breasts. I squeezed my eyes shut. Because of me, our family would be split apart soon.

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Princess Ava

I still buzzed from the celebration of our nuptials. If Priest Otmar and his wife hadn’t started urging us out of their temple because they had others who needed to use it, we would have made love for hours more, inspired by Kora and her brother.

Our husband.

I felt like glowing as we stepped out of the temple. The sun was past its zenith and heading towards the day’s end. I stretched my back as a wave of joy washed through me. My back popped for a moment, my dress swaying around my thighs, rustling with my movement. I stared out at the people bustling down the street, mostly Zeutchian humans with blond or brown hair, their skin as pale as mine.

None of them knew we were all Sven’s wives now. That I was pregnant.

A giddy thrill washed through me. Every time I thought about it, that I was pregnant with his child, not my father’s. I was free of my father and his horrible spell. I no longer had my lusts twisted, inflaming my body to lie with him. I didn’t feel a single urge to be with him.

I felt like a different woman. I was reborn inside the temple.

“I know,” Kora said, appearing at my side. She smiled, her face flushed. Her blonde hair, gathered in a pair of braids that fell down her back, smiled at me. Her pink priestly robes clung to her lithe body. She hooked her arm with mine. “We’re both pregnant!”

“Yes!” I beamed at her. “Our children will be born at the same time. They’re going to grow up, so close to each other.”

Kora nodded her head, her free hand sliding down to rub at her stomach. I hoped that her brother’s child grew in her. I knew I had conceived and prayed she had, too. It was such a naughty thing if she had, the proof of their incestuous love. My lust for my father had only one good outcome: I accepted Sven and Kora’s taboo relationship.

I got to revel in it. Enjoy it with her.

I strolled beside her, smiling with joy, my free hand rubbing at my belly. I had Sven’s baby growing inside of me. I was his bride. My joy felt so bright inside of me I was surprised I wasn’t glowing as bright as the sun. It wanted to burst out of me. I wanted everyone to know how happy I was.

The other women walking with us, the other members of the harem, looked just as delighted. Zanyia had an extra zest to her scamper as she scurried at Sven’s side. Greta and Nathalie giggled as they held hands, glancing at each other with such beaming joy. Aingeal’s laughter floated down from above. If I could see her, I knew she would be beaming, her big tits jiggling. Even Ealaín, walking on Sven’s other side in her armor, strode with such purpose.

The sun set before us, peeking through the buildings that lined the streets we strolled down. We moved through the bustle. Sven strolled at the front, moving with that swagger of his. Even he had an extra boldness to his step.

Why not? He just married a harem of women and made us all cum over and over.

I kept smiling at passing women. I couldn’t help myself. I was one of Sven’s women. Not them. It made me feel… special. I was a part of something different. Something amazing. I didn’t know what the future held. We had to destroy the amulet about Kora’s neck and defeat my father.

He needed to be stopped. Peace needed to come to the Strifelands. Two hundred years of fighting wasn’t accomplishing anything. No one had the strength to rule the entire country. The Empire of Zeutch would never be restored. Something else needed to take its place.

A peaceful coexistence of the various princes.

It didn’t take long for us to reach the Temple of Krab. It rose before us, that squat, unassuming building almost ignored by the flow of traffic of people as they visited the more popular temples. Nearby, the priestesses of Slata lounged before their temple, wearing their skimpy robes, enticing men, and women, to visit them, to pay to homage to the Mother Goddess in their arms.

How could Krab compete with that.

Sven led the way into the temple, marching up the few steps up to its porch with boldness. The door lay open, unlike this morning, and he marched through. His boots rang on the steps inside, Ealaín’s armor clinging beside him.

Master Theophil appeared out of an alcove, wiping hands off on the leather apron he wore of his bare chest. The older man, with the brawny build of a blacksmith, glanced at us, nodding his head. His eyes fell on me, considering.

I smiled at him.

“Well?” Theophil grunted.

“It worked,” I declared, lifting my head. “I am creating life inside of me.”

“We’ll see,” Theophil said. “Come.”

I took a deep breath. What would be in there. I shivered beside Kora, feeling the weight of my power upon my shoulders. It was all on me to open the vault, to reveal the way forward. Once we had the amulet destroyed and stopped one problem, then we could turn to deal with my father.

I let out a sigh. What happened to him? Once, while my mother lived, he was a good man. A good parent and husband. But did this icy ambition lurk in him even then? Did that affable smile he used to have hide the mind of a man who could enslave thousands of his own people and force them to puppeteer an army of stone statues? To allow the vile nagas across the mountains to send their raiders. How many slaves didn’t make it to the stocks but stayed in their lands.

Men and women my father was supposed to protect and instead he allowed to be brutalized.
My hand clenched. I had to open the vault. We needed to stop him. So, I had to do this. I had to get us into it.

Journeyman Carsina appeared, the Valyan woman’s bluish cheeks smudged with black grease. Her red hair fell in messy curls about her face while her leather work grab creaked with her steps. She flicked her eyes over us, a naughty gleam in them.

“Sven’s still alive,” she said, “and yet you all looked thoroughly pleasured.”

“He’s a master at it,” Zanyia said.

“I’m just surprised he’s still alive with all of you,” she said, glancing at my husband, a gleam dancing in her ruby eyes.

“Not for a lack of trying on our part,” Aingeal said, her voice a sultry purr.

Master Theophil grunted as he headed down the stairs to the basement. To the vault.

“I’m blessed by Slata,” Sven said, a note of pride in his voice.

“Yep, he once made a priestess of Slata cum so hard with his cunnilingus skill, she blessed him with the stamina to please all of us,” Kora said, such pride in her voice. “And you know how much whores those priestesses are.”

“Oh, yes,” nodded Carsina. “I prefer worshiping in their arms more than Saphique’s.”

I blinked at that. Most women who used temple prostitutes went with Saphique. Her lesbian priestesses knew how to please women better than any. Even Kora, trained in the sexual arts, didn’t know all the secrets of Saphique.

“Saphique doesn’t create,” I said as it hit me a moment later. “That’s why.”

“That’s why,” nodded Carsina. “She’s denying the purpose of her body and convincing whole swaths of women not to enjoy motherhood. It’s the ultimate act of creation, and a portion of womanhood denied them. Even if they don’t like men, it’s a shame that they miss out on the purpose of their womb.”

“Women are more than their wombs,” Kora said even as she rubbed her bred belly.

“Definitely,” Carsina said, her voice echoing down the tunnel leading to the vault. “Just like a man is more than his cock spurting his seed, but that doesn’t change what his dick was created to do.”

“I thought it was created to make women cum,” Sven said, throwing a roguish grin over his shoulder.

I giggled. “Yours is good at that.”

Carsina licked her lips.

Theophil stopped by the at vault and glanced at us. “Do you want to just fuck him now, Carsina, or can we open the vault first?”

“Oh, I can wait,” Carsina said, a bright smile on her lips.

“Hey, he’s a newly married man!” exclaimed Aingeal. She grabbed Sven’s arm, pressing her naked tit to him. “Luben married us, and we all have to be faithful and honor each other. His dick is only ours.”

I frowned at Aingeal, her pink butterfly wings twitching behind her.

Sven arched an eyebrow. “You didn’t swear to be faithful thrice.”

Mock anger flared across Aingeal’s face. “I swore to Luben, the most stuffiest and boring of gods, to only love my husband and wives. So, I can’t let you enjoy any other pussy but ours.”

“Oh,” Carsina said, her head lowering.

“Don’t mind Mistress Aingeal,” Zanyia said. “If you want to be Master’s sex slave, it’s okay. We’ll let you join. He doesn’t get a choice about sex slaves, and you’d make such a beautiful one with that skin.”

Carsina blinked. “Sex… slave?”

“You don’t want to be his sex slave?” Zanyia asked, her voice flat. “Because it’s the—”

Master Theophil let out a barking throat clear that echoed down the hallway. “The vault, or did you want to just fuck him right here, right now while the rest of us waste our work time having to listen.”

Carsina cheeks blushed darker. “Sorry, Master.”

“See, you already know what to call him,” Zanyia grinned.

“Enough,” Sven said, his words flat. He placed his hand on Zanyia’s head, scratching her between her ears. “Ava… Let’s get this over with.”

I drew a deep breath and approached the silvery, shimmering brilliance of the vault. I shuddered at the metallic diamond door. My hand shuddered as I touched it, feeling the slick surface. My soul quivered as I felt the mechanics inside begging for me to control them. I slipped into puppet the controls and unlock the vault.

Unlike last time, something quivered in my womb and the machinery responded. The mechanism didn’t rebuff me this time. I slipped my control into it with ease. I turned it, my fertilized egg acting as a strange, metaphysical key that fit perfectly into the vault’s lock. A loud, shuddering snap rang. The vault door rang like a bell.

“Krab’s mighty hammer,” breathed Carsina.

Theophil grunted, but something sounded… eager. Not even he knew what was truly in here. He must have run this temple for decades wishing to get through it, waiting for the imbuer to arrive and open it. Why had Krab built this vault? Why had he set it up where only a female imbuer could open this.

The door creaked open.

Carsina gasped.

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Prince Meinard – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

“Newest report from the front are not… inspiring, your Highness,” Gunther said as he stood before me, his back straight. The bluff-faced man, his blond hair cut short, stared at me without flinching. “The forces of Prince Reinhold caught our men out of position fording a river. The rear guard was cut off and are pressed against the banks. We’re going to lose a third of our army.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said, staring up at him, my hands folded before me. “We are about to gain new allies. The storm will break.”

“Of course, your Highness,” he said, his voice flat. “Even if you restore the Lodestone, your Highness, reports are that Prince Reinhold destroyed every statue. It would take us years for artisans to replace that many.”

“We have another source of power,” I answered, my stomach clenching. The Paragon’s hideous followers were almost to Az. I glanced out my study’s window. The sun sank towards the horizon. It wouldn’t be much longer before—

A touch quivered my soul. My proxy needed me.

“That will be all, Gunther,” I said.

The man blinked, his fingers flexing. I could see the objection forming on his lips. But then he bowed. “Of course, your Highness. I will deliver the rest of my report… at your convenience.”

The moment Gunther withdrew, I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and imbued my statue.

My soul flowed out of me and poured into my metallic body. My eyes opened. I stared up at the darkening sky, oranges and reds above my head. I sat up in the wagon and heard screams echoing around me. Men and women shouting and crying out in panic. I looked around to see people racing off the road, fleeing before the monstrosities of the Paragon, the foul creations of the Biomancer Vebrin, charging down the road.

The Colony pulled the wagon down the road at breakneck speed. The wheels bounced and a sickening crunch echoed from below. In our wake, a broken body lay sprawled on the ground, crushed by the wheels.

The Hunger hissed in delight, the centipede-like horror peered out of the back of the wagon, curled about itself. I glanced around and saw Az looming before us, the sun setting behind the city. Before the gates, the city guard formed up in their armor, readying to defend the city—my city—from the monsters with me.

A pit opened in my stomach as we hurtled towards the growing squad of soldiers. My own people.

I flexed my steel hand. I needed the Paragon’s help. These men would die tomorrow defending Az from Prince Reinhold’s army, or they could die today ensuring Kivoneth’s survival.

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