"R-Reproduction?" Zagrath stammers, repeating the question I asked her.
"Yeah... What do you think?"
"D-Do you mean you and me to have a baby?"
"Yes."
"Aahhh~~"
"Are you thinking about it?" I ask as I notice that Zagrath's face turns somewhat red.
"It's just that... her highness is also."
"I see, Zamira can fare well on her own even if she gets pregnant. I've been filling her up a lot lately to get knocked, but I suspect she has a different plan." I let out a sigh.
"Why do you seem worried though? Besides, you seem to enjoy getting your women pregnant. Why is that?" Zagrath asks me, turning her face to me.
"It's not like I enjoy it. I just want each of my women to give birth to a child for me. You see... I was the first vampire, and in the past, I didn't like the idea of getting any woman pregnant. I thought it would be such a hassle to give birth to children and not be able to protect them from the claws of the gods." I pause.
Then I continued, "My women then fought me to get them pregnant and some would even cry. It got even worse when I decided to get one of my wives, which is a god pregnant and it didn't end up well. However, over time with each of my reincarnations, I realized I actually needed offspring. As the protoss, I have many roles that I need to take up, but they are just too many for me to handle.
That's why in my current reincarnation, I want my offspring to take up some of my roles then I can fully face the gods. Not a single offspring of mine would be weak– because of my gene and that of their mother's," I explain.
"D-Do you think I'm strong?"
"Of course, you're plentily strong. By the way, I have a question to ask you."
"I'm sorry for not telling you earlier."
Sigh...
"It's not your fault. I couldn't resist your hit body. Besides, I like you. If I didn't like you, I would have chased you from my room. I've quite a standard, you know?"
"Eh, standard? What about the wives of the guards you fucked secretly? I watched you from the shadows and caught you multiple tim—"
"Sshhhhh." I quickly covered Zagrath's mouth, stopping her from talking further while looking left and right to confirm that someone hadn't heard our conversation.
Removing my hands from her mouth, Zagrath starts to laugh.
"Zamira will probably hate me for this," I muttered, playing with the water in the bathtub.
"You said you also want to ask me some questions, right?" I ask.
"Yes. Why are you suspicious of Zamira having a different plan rather than getting pregnant? Besides, why are you so hellbent about her getting pregnant?"
"For your first question, it's just a hunch. I fill her up almost every day but I don't see a sign of her getting pregnant. As for why I want her to be pregnant— I want our child to become the ruler of the vampires. I'm not fit for that role. That's why I'm stalling for time. Old man Duke is getting old— it's only a matter of time before the other families start planning a coup."
"T-Then... What plans do you have for my child if I decide to have one?" Zagrath asks, her expression slightly darkened.
"The plans I have for our child... I've thought about it. Running a kingdom is not an easy task. It's a task that shortens the lifespan of a ruler. That's why If I have a child with you, I want your child to support their big brother. Regardless of their gender.
A child of both me and Zamira will rule with an Iron fist and a child from the both of us will be a sword, one that would be feared across the globe."
"I see potential in you, but you couldn't tap it due to you making binding vows. First, you bind yourself to Zamira, then also bind to me again. However, I would make our child realize their potential." I demonstrate, reaching out to the air with my hands to catch something.
"T-This... Such calculations. I thought you were all about removing women's panties." Zagrath mutters in shock.