Life as a Royal’s Breeding Partner

*** Yuki, a few days later ***

"How's your little spy? I've got a few branches we could attack. I'm thinking of taking one as well to make them worry a bit more. We take two at the same time, and then we both work together to hit the last one. I've got the poison for the old bitches ready; I'll make the plan after our next attack so we can poison a few of them after we take out the last branch. We just need your spy to give us the way in," I start to explain.

Finding the branches is surprisingly easy. All the requests go to the main section, but they use runners to send out the contracts to the lower members. The contracts can be to kill, follow, or just gather information about different people, monsters, or businesses. This extra business causes a lot of runners, letting Nakuma and I easily follow the idiots.

They've gotten too used to nobles tolerating their existence around them. They must normally only attack the weakest nobles and the commoners. The nobles counting on them will learn why royals keep a few assassins on their own payroll soon.

"Yes, she's given me the device I need to replicate. I've already made our pair. They'll only work once for us. Just need to figure out the plan once inside," she whispers into my ear.

I let her pull me into her lap earlier. I'm making her do a lot of side work, so I need to reward her a bit. Her thighs are soft seat, but that isn't the important part. She's just hugging me; sure, her hands are on my tits, but she isn't doing anything else with them. Quite the improvement from the groping she used to try.

"Good, so once we get the poison set, the rest will fall into place. Need to know who to poison and how long we'll have after they succumb to act. These next hits won't be hard; the one after should also be easy with both of us working together. I'll handle making the poisons, and we can both take one each."

It's been a few decades since I've killed a woman this powerful. But my new class helps me mask sounds and move more easily than before. That'll be enough once I get the little practice attacks in. "Ok, your target is here." She isn't looking! "Nakuma, pay attention, or I won't get in your lap again."

"Sorry, you're soft and cuddly. You didn't let me do this before, so I'm not immune to the distractions yet."

"Huh, come on. Look at the map. You're attacking here. The basement of a weapon shop. You can take a few things from the shop if you want. We'll be burning the places down anyway. Kill everyone, take some papers, burn them to the ground, and then run. Got it?"

"Yes, my love."

"Now..."

"Can we stay like this for a bit?"

"Fine, but just a few minutes. We both need to get some sleep."

"Thanks." She pulls me in for a tighter hug, our tails circling around us. Quite a comfortable position, the biggest danger of this girl. She knows how to put you to sleep; many have become an unwilling test subject this way. While I don't have to worry about waking up as a test subject, I do have to worry about waking up without any clothing on. Shit, between Alzi and Crazy, I'm going to get fucked every night now, aren't I?

"I think this is enough. I'll let you know when we are going to attack."

"Hmph, no. You promised to sleep with me once. I pick tonight!" Her hug tightened around me.

"Remember your end of the deal. I need to wake up tomorrow as pure as I am now."

"You will, I've held my hands so far. I'll continue."

"Ok, come on, I've got some pajamas you'll fit in."

*** Goddess of Fertility ***

I forgot how draining it is to manage my temple. Angels asking a million questions, though many of them would've already been answered if I hadn't hidden away for a few thousand years. Then, the priestess asked me questions. Oh, and all the prayers that are shoved into my head. Fighting to get my class offered to those with a life affinity. Really reminds me of why I left all this shit.

The worst was the fight over the gold on the facade outside. Every angel was determined to keep it. All they could talk about was the wealth, power, how beautiful it looked, and whatnot over and over and over. I did get a deal where they would start removing my bloated belly from the artwork if they could keep the silly gold. The new problem was my current pregnancy, I'm starting to do things that will end up on these walls, and I'm going to have a belly for some of it. Not that all the bellies will be removed anyway with all the stories of me birthing new Goddesses.

The first statue showing me with a cock is almost done. It's just missing the cock! They are a lot more familiar with creating me without one, so it makes sense that they saved it for last, but it is still annoying to see right now.

"Goddess, another Goddess is coming," the Seraphim that always follows me around warns a second before said Goddess shows up in the random room I'm hiding in.

"What do you want? I'm here to take a break, not deal with stupid shit," doing nothing to hide the hate I have for this particular Goddess.

"You know what I want," the bitch 'Power' lets out. "You dare to change the skill after it's given out. Rules are set for this. I've even found you handing out a class to one that didn't earn it."

"Yes, what are you going to do about it, child?" Ok, this wasn't a random room I was in. It has a particular story I want to show on the walls. While the Cherubim likes to embellish the details, they don't lie about the main parts. So my walls here are my complete dark history. Every birth, every raping, everything of any importance is here for me to show with only the small useless details made up.

"Child! I'm thousands of years old. Born a Goddess, not raped into one like you." her high and mighty feeling came out. "The rules are set for the classes and powers. Don't mess with them."

"Oh, and War doesn't mess with them? The various weapon Goddesses don't play around with your system? Don't make me laugh. Almost everyone intervenes with your system. You make the system work, yes, but the other Goddesses are the implementors. They change words and give extra power. Some even take power away. Me, I just change a few words once and give a woman a weak class, and I get you coming to me personally." I walk over to a rather annoying story. One of the many labors I went through. This one, twins came ripping out of me. "Don't tell me you just wanted to see your Mother this badly. There was no need to make this silly excuse. While I can't have all my children dropping in willy-nilly, I've got too many to entertain them all and still get my work done; I can take one every once in a while. Just ask, and I would be happy to set a date for us."

"You aren't my Mother."

"Look here. This is little you and your sister being born from me. If I'm not your Mother, then who is?"

"You didn't ..."

"No, I didn't do anything for you. As you can clearly see I was a little tied up at the moment. If you look around this story, you'll see I was tied up for a few thousand years before and a few hundred after your birth. So no, I didn't raise you. Yes, Nature and her beings did all the raising. Your father is some random plant in her garden. Even when I did escape, not a single child came to me. All those children and not a single visit. How did I give birth to so many unfilial children? Your Mother getting raped and bred for so long, and yet here you are mad. I made a few little changes to a poor girl getting abused like me. I think that is more than fair."

As Goddesses, we can't really look ugly, but Power sure was trying her best right now. That scowl and red face make her the hardest Goddess to look at right now. Still stunning and would make a mortal stupid from its beauty.

"Fine, you gave me life. So what? You were doing your job to bring life to the world. Something you've been prohibiting for so long the mortal realm believes this is just how it always was."

"Oh, getting raped and printing babies is my job now. WELL, THEN, LET ME CONTINUE MY JOB!" Chains quickly wrap around my daughter, binding her tightly. "You should be smart enough to know not to piss off a Goddess in her own temple. Even the Goddess of Writing could make you her plaything in her own temple. Or did you just want to play with Mommy this much? Like before, just ask. I'm answering prayers now." With a thought, I bring us to the main chamber. The bound Goddess hangs over the ritual slab. Four marble pillars are raised at the corners. Golden loops are embedded inside for chains to hook onto.

"Fuck are you crazy bitch! Using a Goddess for one of your sick rituals!" she screams out. Silly girl, doesn't she know the only way out now is to convince me to stop. Name-calling won't work.

"Gosh, calling your own Mother a crazy bitch. You said my job is making babies. Well, a lesser-known fact is that I have more than one way to make babies." I let my clothing fall, exposing two, well, three things. One is my naked body. The other two are more surprising for the chained girl. My oversized cock and small bump. Here I am doing my 'job' and getting yelled at for it. I guess I should do my job a bit better. Two girls can make more children, after all.

The chains unravel and wrap themselves around the hoops, forcing my child to lay flat on the slab. Legs spread wide. Her silly clothing gets in my way, so I flick that away. Two naked goddesses in my temple. Maybe I shouldn't have stopped showing up here. I should've put the other Goddesses on the slab instead of it always being me as the target.

"You know how long it's been since this ritual has been performed, little one?"

"I'm sorry. Let me out. You're right; I let others mess with my system. Just let me go," panic stirred inside her.

"What? You said my job was to get raped and birth children. Well, as you can see, I don't have to be the one to give birth to the children. Others can do that for me. So let me do my job."

"Mother, please."

"Shh, it'll be over soon. Other Goddesses will be jealous. You're getting a kid. Enjoy it. Angels start the chant!"

This ritual was created well before we had a real language, so the chant is just random sounds that, with the right context and knowledge, mean a Goddess is about to use her powers.

"Mother, what else will this do?"

"What do you want it to do?"

"I want temples for me."

"Then ask for that as we give the world a new Goddess." Plunging my cock into her hole. A whimper comes out from my poor girl as the chants grow around us. I give little care to the well-being of my sacrifice. She'll live; I did all the times I was placed upon this rock. She watched some of them happen even. I knew the pain she was going through as I fuck her. Fill her with my cock. In and out, I go as she prays for her own temples to distract her from the pain.

I force my entire length in, not caring what it does to her insides. She's a Goddess; she'll be fine, and as the Goddess of Fertility, I can get a rock pregnant if I want to. She does her best to focus on her new temples as I focus on how amazing it feels to be inside a Goddess this time around. My dryads are divine; I wouldn't trade them for anyone or anything. But a Goddess is a Goddess. Everything about us is perfect if you look past our personalities.

Her walls feel amazing as I stretch the Goddess out. Each thrust finds a bit more room to move in. A small flinch comes each time I hit her cervix. My moans join the ancient chanting. The room starts to glow, getting brighter with each thrust.

I don't take long to finish deep inside my daughter. Filling her messed up insides with my sperm. I stay inside till the ritual is complete. It takes a few minutes for my sperm to find an egg and for conception to finally happen. The chanting stops, and I release the poor girl, extracting myself from her abused hole.

Soon the world will start getting new temples created. My own wish works itself through the world.

"Raise the child well. I'll be around to help. If you need more, just ask."

"Thank you. I guess," is all she says as she disappears from my grand temple.

"You're welcome, kid. Now angels, good job not fucking that up. I honestly expected one of you to say something about raping my own daughter. I was nice enough to leave her a way out; she even found it. She wanted to see if you were all actually being my angels. I'm glad you've all learned to behave."

"Of course, my Goddess. We follow you faithfully now," they chant back.