I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Lolk and the New Bride

We transport into Lolk, the barren land looks desolate and uninhabited, but that is a falsehood that I and the twins can easily detect. We are encased in an illusion.The deception spell is excellent for level five demons, though we have been living on the joined first four levels of Hell our strength is much greater than that due to the magical spring powers.

Lolk is one of the most beautiful levels of hell. It has an abundance of greenery and poisonous plants, more than any other level. The first four levels are more similar to deserts and wastelands. It is in level four that the scenery begins to alter from a post apocalyptic war zone to lush desert greenery and wildlife.

If I had never been to Lolk I could almost be convinced at what I am seeing, but I can taste the deception, a sickly sweet taste reminiscent of rotten grapes on the verge of fermentation to wine.

If Nate and Tate were not illusionists, they too would be convinced. This is a nice piece of spellwork, despite how much I am enjoying the intricate design, I break the spell, it is a matter of life and death. Once I break this spell we see a beautiful jungle, vines and wildlife surrounding us. We can feel the presence of demons, but we can't see them.

The animals of this level look similar to the bugs of Earth, but larger and more reptilian, and all of them have deadly poisons. It is perhaps the wildlife that distinguishes this dimension as a level of Hell as well as the misconception of the innocent looking fauna.

I love this level. Amber will have so many plants and creatures to make her potions when we are done.

My soldiers do not wait, they expand and begin to hunt. Kyle is a blur as I hear crunching bones and screams come from a distance. He has found several of the hiding demons and is already feasting on them.

Soon I hear screams all around me, every direction, and the wild life in the trees and undergrowth is teaming with blood lust.  Not only will my demons feast today, but so will the poisonous bugs.

I head East towards the Village of Trees, the main encampment for the demons of Lolk. I pass by two of my soldiers in combat with a giant, approximately twenty two feet tall; his immense stature is saturated in blood, one eye hanging from his socket, and brain matter showing from a  part of his head that has been cut off. His brain looked like giant white serpents gleaming in the speckled sunlight from the surrounding trees. My soldiers had minor injuries and blood loss from shallow cuts. I stand there watching, prideful at their prowess.

Watching the battle provides some entertainment, but does not grasp my attention for long-the outcome is already decided as my soldiers rip open his stomach and his guts roll out, flopping at his feet. I continue my path until I hit the protective field, an electrical current runs across my skin, a warning not of death if I continue on path. Finally,

In my peripheral vision I see vines slithering towards me, the hungry plants think that I will be easy prey.  I open the leather pouch and gather a potion Amber made from the fauna near the golden pond.

Her potion making skills have increased exponentially-the deadliness differs based on each plant. I open the flask and sprinkle some of the purple liquid onto the nearest trees and undergrowth. The subsequent smoke encompases the area and where it landed begins to shrivel and burn, melting into the ground. The rank smell burns my nose as I watch the vine and tree smolder and wrinkle into petrified wood. I continue walking the barrier splashing the potion onto the trees and surrounding plants until the barrier collapses. The sounds of battle have dimmed with my pursuit. I look around, the smell of decay and death surrounds me.

I look into the flask and see some of the potion remaining, perfect. I cut my palm and pour my blood inside until it is full once again. I shake it to mix in a perfect balance of my poison to that of the potions, then down it in three gulps. I feel my throat burn.

I am ready.

I walk into the Village of Trees, prepared for a long battle, the potion sustaining my level of poison, every step of my hooves burns the plants and spreads. I feel the poison leaking from my claws and horns. The effect is instantaneous, the nearby wildlife, both plants and bugs...and soon demons will feel it's effect.

Three demons begin to transform, one touching the ground where I walked on, petrified where he stands, the other two backing up as I move forward. I can hear the screams of other neighboring demons as the poisons reach them. The ground is moving in black wriggling veins as the poison is spread from plant to plant, root to root.

I watch as their forms shrivel like prunes before I can lift my hands for combat.I smile and feel my fangs leaking poison down my chin.

Amber is a fckin genius.

"Where is your chosen leader? Bring him to me, and you can live!" I call out, looking up to the homes in the top layers of the trees. Several demons are watching me, their glowing eyes look more fierce than their smells portray-they are experiencing a new form of fear and the wind carries it to my nose. They monitor the black growth and me in equal terms. I direct the poison up to the trees and watch the demons flee.

I wait. I already have my sacrifices for my spell, the soldiers have killed more than a hundred, all I need is to get my last ingredient. I continue walking through lush villages soon to a wasteland of war. I feel eyes on me but the leader has not come yet. I enjoy my leisurely walk-this level's destruction will not be complete-and once it is joined with the other levels, only then will I know the extent of it's change. I feel a different kind of vibe and stop. This is not a sinister aura, but it is not who I am seeking either. I follow my instincts and look up to the tree next to me.

Above me is a beautiful demoness, sitting on a limb outside of a circular home. The house is different from the surrounding homes, it has more open spaces and is larger, looking to be part of the tree, not just built onto it. Her legs are swinging back and forth as she talks to someone in the home, her smile is contagious. Her appearance and demeanor is counter to what I am feeling from her.

While I am watching her shapely legs move back and forth, a mirror image of herself drops from above and sits next to her. The demoness continues to look towards the inside of the house, engrossed in their conversation. The twin's have flowing black hair that contrasts with their silver skin, speckled with red scales. Dracaena dragon demonesses. I can feel my blood pump in excitement...not in battle lust either. I want them. I want them on a biological level. The urge to dominate and possess is too strong-the poison from my body leaks in greater amounts as my body responds to them.

I continue to watch the pair, their beauty is obvious, but I am also interested in their plan of attack-otherwise they would not be so cavalier, perhaps an attempt to make me placid. I am enjoying my body's response to them as I remain cautious.

Expecting an attack, my mouth drops open when a third demoness appears from the home, triplets resonating in my head. I feel my c**k leak precum in excitement as I rub my d**k back and forth.

Twins are unique.

Triplets are a fkcn miracle.

The three look down at me, their glowing silver orbs staring into my soul. I swear I am about to unload my s**t as their eyes find mine.

I feel the ground shift and the surrounding area change. Instead of the jungle, I am on a round bed, the mattress absorbing my shape.

I know this is an illusion, my mind is too strong, but I play along to see what their mode of attack will be-hoping that I don't have to kill these delicious females. My blood is raging through my veins, seeming to center around my c**k.

The three climb onto the bed, licking my flesh with long tongues. Their silver white eyes are similar to a drowned corpse, but still hold a speck of life. The contrast is sexy. I can smell their arousal, all three smell the same.

Either this is the work of one demoness or they share the same aura and soul.

Their motions are fluid, more like liquid and vapor than solid form. All three are crawling on me, their forms wet and warm, I feel my c**k enter the sucking cavern of one as another comes up to my face, whispering in my ear, "Relax, we have been waiting three thousand years for you" then she licks my ears, sucking on my lobe.

Another comes up to my other ear, "We've waited for so long Master."

I try to think of the prophecy at this time. The image of the three dracaena is profound. Before I can move forward though, I need to kill the leader of this level. I decide to enjoy their seemingly inexperienced motions, but keep alert to the surrounding smells.

I feel my c**k stiffen more at the dracaena raw mouth, her fumbling has an enticement that makes my hips raise, gagging her in the process. She lifts her head and looks into my eyes, a look of hurt passes quickly as another takes her place and she moves up to my mouth, kissing me, her tongue exploring my lips before I capture it and suck it into my mouth.

"We have prepared our bodies just for you" she whispers into my mouth as her sister releases my c**k from her suckling mouth and straddles my hips. Her wet slit gliding on my c**k.

I am enthralled at their bodies and flexibility, but waiting for an attack. Their flowery words must be falsehoods, no gello can move up to demoness without the help of a demon.

She lowers her p***y onto my d**k, the tip entering her hole with extreme slowness. She pauses mid length, a sound of distress exiting her mouth as she pushes lower. I smell the blood of her hymen as she breaks through the thin membrane, biting her lip, her eyes closed in pain. She impales herself to the hilt, sitting on my c**k not moving.

I am staring into her face...wanting to move, but her body was not prepared enough for s*x, her body is suffering more than it should have been. I grab one of the females and lower her to my face, licking her and loving on her p***y. If they want to give me their virginity, then the least I can do is prepare them. She begins to ride my face moving back and forth as she grabs her breasts. The other one is starting to move some, her pain filled moans hurt my ears.

I grab the one riding my c**k by the waist, stilling her movements. I can feel her walls begin to relax around me, but I don't move until I taste the one on my face c*m on my tongue. I then move her off my face and grab the little dracaena on my d**k and bring her up to my mouth. I can taste her blood on my tongue as I fck her slit, her juices finally flowing and her pained moans turn to pleasure.

I roll her over and enter her tight hole, pounding the wet flesh, hearing the sounds of slapping as she claws my chest. Her sisters are rubbing both of us until she cums. I release my c**k and grab the other sister,  her p***y still soaked from my tongue fcking. I lick her c**t once more then enter her in a deep thrust, the smell of blood once again evidence of her hymen. She screams long and loud at the sudden invasion, her claws tearing down my back, the smell of my poisoned blood thick as I pound roughly into her as she wraps her legs around my torso, the added friction almost making me c*m.