13

13

I woke up. No, I am now conscious enough. Damn, how long are they fucked me? Lak is sleeping on top of me, my futa dick still knotted in her just as Kal’s dick still knotted in me, and from the looks of it, it’s barely morning. So apparently we just finished. I heaved a sigh. Yesterday was intense. Because of the Nurgle’s bonus I did not lose consciousness and remember every last detail of the mind numbing night. With me on top of Kal, Lak on top of me, and Druig just beside us, I decided I can stay in this position while they sleep. Then with nothing to do, I checked my Alignment change

Current AlignmentSelf41.5% (+1.5%)Slannesh46.5% (+0.5%)Khorne9% (-1%)Tzeentch1% (-1%)Nurgle2%

Just 0.5% increase on Slaanesh. It did massively decrease other alignment gain. I guess if I keep up with this intensity, there will be only my ‘Self’ and Slaaneshi alignment. There is still no notification or anything regarding the Chaos Gods trials. I checked if there is anything else new and found that my Blood concept is at level 6 and I can confer Lycanthropy. But only to humans as I instinctively know. It is yet to be seen if I can give it to beastmen. Probably not but I might force it when my Blood concept is high enough.

Then suddenly Kal moved. I instantly moaned and so did Lak as I was forced to move along with his dick. Me and Lak are dropped to the side as Kal’s knot finally popped free from my pussy. While Kal continues to sleep, Lak is woken up. She moved her snout to lick my face. I guess this is the beastmen equivalent of kissing? So I opened my mouth for a sloppy make out. Has such an act even existed before? Or has my influence changed my beastmen children behavior?

Once we had enough, I pulled my knot out of Lak. She let out a whimper as it popped free.

“You have to give it to me mother. You look like you had so much fun yesterday and I want to try.”

“Remind me tonight.” Then I switch off my dick mutation. Having such a big thing dangling whenever I walk seems like a hassle. Seeing my and Lak’s belly already big from pregnancy, we should start giving birth in the afternoon. I caress her belly. Hopefully Lak and my children will be as active as her. She is the only Caprigor female who actively fights. And so we lie down till after midday when all the females start giving birth.

Lak gave birth to four Caprigors. All female. Then I somehow gave birth to three Bovigors and two Caprigors. One female from each. But then the herd is shocked with a cry. Beastmen babies don't cry. They bite and growls. I looked for the source and found Mal walking towards me, carrying the crying baby. I also noticed that the Eonir elves also have their full attention on the baby. Even the ones whose minds are already broken. As if sensing the wrongness of this situation.

“This was born from the norscan you bred yesterday” She presented the baby to me. To my shock it is not a beastmen baby. It is an elven baby that also has all of my mutations. I picked her up as she cried on my arm. Confused on what to do, I just held her until she opened her eyes. Our eyes met and a connection between us was made.

A child is born between a Deamon and a willing sacrifice.

Decide child fate:

Do nothing (Child will grow as normal as it get)

Turn to lesser daemon and bound her to you

What? What is this? And what do you mean willing? Is there some Norscan custom that I don’t know of? If they lost they are willing to be used as a sacrifice or whatever? Actually that might be it knowing their ‘strong takes from the weak’ culture. Then another warning appeared.

Warning!

“We will march ahead if you tarry any longer.” He gives his ultimatum.

“Hold on now.” I tried to reason

“THAT DAEMON HAS WRONGED US!” The elf’s outburst surprised me speechless. I never saw any of them this mad. “It has wronged Isha.” He continued with a much more level tone but with much more dire implication.

“Careful elf.” I broke from my daze. “You start to sound like a dwarf.”

I saw his face contort in disgust from my comparison. I throw the content of my bowl before he can continue his outburst. Surprised by my act, I threw my table to the side. Then with a stride, I grabbed his collar and pulled him down eye to eye.

“I was promised a Captain!” I shouted to his face. “And three hundred soldiers. Not mewling children...” I pause to hammer my insult. “Who gets mad when his mother gets poked.” I glared at his eyes before finally some semblance of rationale returned to his eyes before shoving him away.

“We will march as soon as we can. In the meantime you can send your scouts to track them. But if you really want, you can leave and throw your lives away.” I turned from him and started to gear myself.

The elven captain wordlessly left. What he chose I don’t know. But hopefully he chose to stay. It will be a pain tracking the daemon in the wasteland.

“Anything else you need me sir?” I turned around and realized that Dagobert is still here.

“Nothing. Just prepare your company.” He gave a salute before promptly leaving. But then I saw my empty bowl.

“No, wait. Dagobert.”

“Yes sir?” Managed to call him before he left the tent.

“Is there still some soup left?”

“I believe none left, sir.”

“Hmmm. fuck.”