ALL NOVEL 52
When I woke up, both Kal and Druig already left. Better this I guess. Rather than spoiling the mood with sex. Maybe after I finished helping the werewolves. Waking up from my pile of fur, I exit my tent. Most of the beastmen are already up and doing the usual activity. Few still regenerate lost lump of flesh that is carved and cut off to stem the spread of whatever disease Nurgle gave them. A beastmen party returned with the spoil of the weapons and armors from the site of the battle between them and the Slaughterhorn minotaurs as they prioritize carrying the wounded and afflicted back first. Good then.
I then went to the newly and hastily made cages. Many of my lesser daemons constantly cast sleep spells to make sure the werewolves did not wake up and attack everyone on sight as the cages will at most slow them down.
“Bring one to me.” I asked one of my lesser daemons.
As one of them was carried to me I finally saw in detail what happened to them as I inspected. Their body now enlarged and now having red and rusty color on their furs. Almost the size of a minotaur. There’s still some traces of gold at the base of their fur, so maybe they could still be saved. The fangs are enlarged and elongated, their mouths can’t close anymore. Same with the claws on the hands and feet. Finally I used my magic to check.
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Blood Concept level is enough Divinity Concept level is enough
Three new Mutations unlocked |
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Necrosis Pox Made by twisting the power of Morr, the god of death. Make the host immortal as long as the spine is intact. Every wound will immediately rot and contact with the pox will spread the disease. Prolonged untreated infection will turn the host into mindless living dead. Massive increase in fertility and chance of random mutations for those who have built immunity. |
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Blood Wolf Made by twisting the power of Ulric, the god of war, winter, and wolves. Bestow wolflike mutation and amplifies it up to eightfold. Result depends on the suitability of the host. With no other mutation that is equal in power to help, the host will default to full instinct. Host will hunger for blood and require regular blood to survive. |
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Fiery Wrath Mabe by twisting the power of Sigmar, the god of mankind and civilization. Bestow the power to manifest warp fire on body parts. The fire will burn both the enemy and the host although more slowly. Without intelligence, the wrath will spread in all directions no matter friend or foe. The power of the warp fire is proportional to the host’s wrath. |
Divinity concept level up
Level 3 -> Level 4
Blood concept level up
Level 8 -> Level 9
Okay, these three mutations are powerful. No wonder the battle was a mess. Now that I have the mutations, does it mean I can freely take and bestow it? Can I also steal the power of other gods and perhaps twist it to become my own mutations? That sounds dangerous, I still have the chance to ally with them. So barring direct hostility and no chance for peace, I will try to ask them nicely to share a bit.
Moving back to the more important part, I will take the Blood Wolf mutations from the werewolves first. The Fiery Wrath can stay for now as the werewolves did not manifest the flames as they slept. But if this warp flame is uncontrollable and appears when they wake, I will take it away. Having the power to manifest a warp flame that gets more powerful as they rage sounds cool. Maybe I will give this to the minotaurs too. But only after I confirm that the flame is controllable when the werewolves woke up.
This also opens many possibilities. Can I develop my own mutations with my own divine power? I certainly can’t now. At most only minor adjustments like the increased intelligence on Kal and Mal and what she did that increase the beastwomen's aggressiveness. There’s a requirement missing. Either I need to evolve my Blood concept, my Divinity is not powerful enough, or maybe I need to ascend to become a greater daemon first.
Anyway, I finally have some free time. Maybe I will try that massive increase in fertility. Around the camp, the beastmen have started breeding again too. Hopefully there will be no more problems until I ascend. I went to look for Kal, Lak, and Druig and called them to my tent. We are overdue for some fun.
Did Druig get bigger? I groan as Druig rams the entirety of his barbed bovine dick inside. Definitely got bigger as I felt the dick easily breached my cervix and tapped the uppermost part of my womb just from the insertion. I looked down and there’s even still some left not in. Druig then lift my lower body as he grips my hips.
”OOohh!” I start to moan as Druig start pounding. Beside me Lak’s moan echoes my own as Kal breeds her too in mating press position. Seeing me looking at Kal and Lak, Druig lifts my legs up and pushes down. Breeding me in the mating press position too as my breast mashed by his muscular torso. The sound of our loud moans and the sound of flesh pounding flesh is constant.
The sound also echoes outside the tent as the entire herd also return to their usual breeding orgy and an overdue of celebratory orgy. Its only ten days since the last time I am thoroughly fucked but it sure felt a long time ago. “Hngg.” My moan caught in my throat as the pressure in my pussy just exploded. Druig stops pounding and forcing all of his dick inside. I can feel my entire pussy taking the shape of his dick while struggling to fit in all inside. “AAH!” I let out a moan of relief as I felt his barbed knot now touched my overstretched pussy, the entire dick is now inside. I continue to moan as Druig finally continue pounding. The barbed knot teases me as it slams to my ass with Druig’s every violent pounding.
Druig deliver one last slam as the huge barbed knot finally forced in and I scream in ruinous orgasm. The searing hot seed flooded directly into my womb prolongs the orgasm. My body jolts and spasms but as Druig is on top of me, I can only writhe as my back arch up and down. Before my orgasm could subside, Druig forcefully pulls out. Making me scream in another orgasm as the barbed knot popped free. Now it’s Kal’s turn. This will be a wonderfully long night.
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Poor little one. Still clinging? Yes. Yes, I can help. Who am I? I am your grandfather. Do you want to go home? Of course. Just remember… My home is your home too.
Then a pale gray eye opens
Amidst the sea of rotting corpses
Do not worry
He will be home soon
