The All-Father (Othercide)

The All-Father (Othercide)

A/N: The All-Father was a commissioned one shot written back in August of 2020. Posting it up now for people to enjoy!

Summary: In which a young man dies and is reborn into another world. A world where a certain Mother is desperate for a savior.

Themes: Moresome, Breeding, Harem

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Where... where was he? As Kalin whips this way and that, the pale young man's eyes are wide. He's in something akin to total darkness, except... not? It's more like a void, but it's a void in which he can still see himself. There's black all around him, but he still has color, he still has substance. Pale white skin, long blond hair, a tall and lanky physique. He's still himself...Geett the latest novels at novelhall.com

The last thing he remembered was slipping in the shower before everything had gone dark. Had he...? No, that couldn't be right. He couldn't be...

"Kalin."

Startled from his thoughts, Kalin suddenly realizes he's not alone. Was he never alone, or had this just changed in the past few seconds? Either way, the young man looks up to find a red, glowing facsimile of a woman's form staring down at him. Her voice reverberates through the black void as she looks at him.

"Kalin, I am known as the Mother... and you have died."

O-Oh... part of him had still been holding out hope that this was all just a hallucination. Maybe even a dream while he lay in a coma in a hospital. But no, Kalin had lived alone. If he'd slipped and fell in the shower... it was more likely than not that any would-be savior would show up far too late to do anything for him. Days late, even.

On top of that, something about the red glowing form that had identified herself as 'Mother'... it just felt honest. Like her very words carried a weight to them that could not be denied, no matter how badly he might have wished he could deny her. If she said he had died... then he had died.

"I admit, I don't know how you came to be here. This is not an afterlife, as far as I'm aware. But... I believe that I have a proposition that may prove beneficial to both of us, if you would be willing to hear me out."

She sounds... almost tender in the way she speaks to him. She really lives up to her self-given title, truth be told. He's practically feeling mothered right now. Of course, the realization that he'd never see his own mother or father again... it hurts. Knowing they would have to mourn him, able to imagine their grief upon learning of his death... that hurts even more.

He's not sure how long he hangs there in the black void, just wallowing in his misery. The red woman falls silent, and gives him all the time he needs, much to his surprise and gratitude. In the end, her willingness to let him process what had happened is what decides it for Kalin. Pushing aside his grief, coming to terms with his death, the young blond man looks to the Mother, clenching his jaw.

"What... what do you have in mind?"

"This world... my world is dying. Slowly, but nevertheless it is dying. An entity called the Cursed Child is killing it, little by little, bit by bit. I had a plan... a plan to use my daughters to change this fate. However, your arrival provides us with another opportunity. If you become one with each of my daughters, you can empower yourself with each bonding. Not only will this give you the strength you need to survive in this new world... it may just give you the strength we need you to have to save it from the Cursed Child as well."

... Well fuck. That's a lot to unpack, isn't it? And yet, perhaps it says something about Kalin that it doesn't take him nearly as long to process this as it did his own death. Whether that's something good, bad, or neither, he can't exactly say. Either way, he takes in what the Mother is telling him, comprehends that he's trapped in this new world after dying in his original... and ultimately decides why the fuck not?

What other option does he have, really?

"Alright then, I agree."

"Wonderful. Allow me to introduce my daughters."

Out of the darkness comes three young women, all of them identical save for their hair styles. With gray skin, glowing orange eyes, and bone-white hair, they're all distinctly inhuman... but then of course they would be. He'd died and ended up in another world, there may not be any humans here at all, in fact. Regardless, as they step forward one by one, their mother names them.

The first up is the one with her hair in a ponytail-

"Soulslinger."

The next has short hair that stops at the nape of her neck-

"Shieldbearer."

And the last's hair is longer, going just past her shoulders-

"Blademaster."

Kalin assumes, given the naming conventions, that under normal circumstances these three women would have weapons of some sort, but right now they're completely unarmed. As they approach him, Kalin blinks and finally thinks to ask an especially important question.

"Um... Mother? What does 'becoming one' mean exactly?"

The Mother chuckles lightly in response but doesn't answer. Instead, Kalin's answer comes in the form of a red glow surrounding the three beautiful inhuman women before him. When the red glow dissipates, Kalin chokes on his own spit at the sight of a lot more exposed gray skin then before. The Mother's daughters are all naked, their identical, fit, toned bodies on display before him.

All he can do is stare slack jawed in amazement and awe as they advance on him. Their hands are calloused, making it even more obvious that they were used to, or at least made to hold weapons. But their fingers are still slender and distinctly feminine, even as they help him undress. One by one, the beautiful women take turns kissing him, Kalin finding himself staring into identical but different pairs of glowing orange eyes as they move around him, stripping him down and laying their lips on his again and again.

SMACK!

"A-Ah!~"

Her surprise is only matched by her pleasure as she cums on the spot. Grinning, Kalin keeps on fucking her doggystyle, keeps on spanking her and pulling at her ponytail. He fucks her like he'd always fantasized about fucking a woman, to be honest, though his time with both Shieldbearer and Blademaster had been enjoyable as well.

Speaking of which, neither was as down for the count as they might have seemed, because halfway through putting Soulslinger through her paces, Kalin suddenly has two pairs of hands running across his body as the women he's already fucked and bonded with come up on either side of him, running their hands across his form and stroking him in the exact same way Blademaster and Soulslinger had done while Shieldbearer had been riding him.

Except... no, it's not the same. It's not the same at all. For one, there's a sort of worshipful tone to their touching now, and as they lay their lips and tongue on his body, they do so almost submissively, showing their adoration. For another, it's obvious they know him so much better than before. Their hands and tongues go where they'll be most welcomed, rather than simply exploring his form. They know what he likes, and they give it to him.

At some point, Kalin lets go of Soulslinger's ponytail and instead grabs the woman next to him to pull her into a savage kiss. Like Soulslinger said, they're all his... his women, who he's claimed. With a loud groan, Kalin doesn't bother holding back his third release. He cums inside of the ponytailed beauty before him and claims and bonds with the last of the Mother's three daughters, filling her with his seed just like he did the other two.

The power of having all three daughters bonded to him is intoxicating to be sure, even as Kalin pulls out of Soulslinger and takes a moment to rest, the trio of gray-skinned women eagerly cozying up to him to cuddle. Just as he's letting his eyes drift shut for a quick nap, however, the Mother's familiar reverberating voice reaches out to him.

"You're off to a good start, Kalin."

Blinking at the way she said that, Kalin opens his eyes and looks up at the glowing red figure, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Smiling, the Mother spreads her arms downwards, and as his gaze follows the arc of her hands, Kalin's eyes widen at the sight of dozens of other gray-skinned girls coming out of the darkness, emerging completely naked from the void, and moving towards him. As they do so, the original three pull away from him and turn to each other for pleasure, the Shieldbearer, Blademaster, and Soulslinger rightly understanding that they need to move aside so their new sisters can have their turns.

As Kalin stares at the dozens of women eager to be fucked by him, his mouth is completely dry... but also paradoxically watering in delight. He's really not sure whether to be aroused, worried, or excited as they begin to converge on him. If he can survive, he'll probably walk away from this with unfathomable power. But that's a big If...

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With a single swing of a sword twice his size, an older Kalin, complete with a blond beard and a distinguished battle-ready look to him, deals with some of the enemy's forces, cutting down nightmares made manifest. He's learned a lot, since he ended up in this world. For one, humanity does exist here... and he and his girls are all that's standing in the way of it's complete and utter extinction.

Wielding that massive sword with just one hand, this older Kalin is free to pull his pistol from it's holster and whip it around, taking off the upper half of a monster that was trying to creep up on him from behind. The battle continues unabated after that, as creatures of the Cursed Child attempt to take the blond man down... and utterly fail at every chance they get.

This right here is one of their rare opportunities to kill him, so he's not surprised they're going all out. After all, he's a force of nature all on his own... when he has some of the Mother's daughters backing him up, the battle quickly turns into a slaughter. But at the same time, grouping too many of their forces into one place is just begging the Cursed Child to push forward in other avenues.

The war since Kalin had arrived in this world had been long and hard, arduous to say the least... but for the first time, thanks to his presence, it was winnable. Battle after battle had become triumph after triumph since Kalin joined the fight, and while there had been losses here and there, victory was finally within their grasp. Soon, they would take the fight to the Cursed Child himself.

For now, though, this battle is at an end. Kalin looks around for a long moment, half-expecting another wave of the nightmarish fiends to leap out and try and attack him, but the area he's just cleared is completely silent. His enhanced hearing can pick up sounds for miles around, and he doesn't detect a single monster in his vicinity.

With a grunt, he flicks the blood off of his blade and leaps away from the area, going back to their territory, the territory he and the Mother's daughters had carved out for themselves slowly but surely over these last months. Arriving back at the home that he'd built with his own two hands, Kalin can only smile as he steps inside just to be greeted with a hug and a kiss by one of his loves.

"Beloved, you've returned... I-I made dinner."

Chuckling down at the heavily pregnant form of the daughter known as the Blademaster, wearing an apron that said 'Fuck the Cook' on it, Kalin grins at her and she smiles right back. This particular daughter hadn't lifted a blade in months, unless one counted a kitchen knife, and Kalin didn't. But that didn't mean she wasn't supporting their cause in her own way.

Once the Cursed Child was defeated, the world would need to be repopulated with a new generation, with Kalin at the head as something of an All-Father of sorts. Around a third of the daughters he'd bonded with were in varying stages of pregnancy already, and once they'd finally won and ended the threat to this world, he'd be celebrating by breeding the rest of them.

Unfortunately, not all was completely well. The creation of so many daughters... meaning the splitting of so many pieces of herself, had caused the Mother to ultimately fade away. She'd not been able to stay cohesive anymore, not when she was now a thousand pieces, rather than one form. And yet, she'd told him not to worry... before becoming one final daughter for him to bond with, a gray-skinned, orange-eyed, white-haired young woman that he'd taken gently to bed and tenderly brought into the fold.

Kalin was fairly certain that this, all of this, was what the Mother had had in mind from the moment he appeared on her radar. Whatever her previous plan had been, it likely wouldn't have been nearly as good as what he allowed her to accomplish with his presence. And Kalin... Kalin intended to do her memory proud, by destroying the Cursed Child and leading her daughters into a new age of peace and happiness.

It was the least he could do for the woman who had effectively made him a god...

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