I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Eight!

I look at the stark contrast between our bodies. My flesh toned in this form is similar to a tanned Latino, whereas her skin tone is silver with gold hues. Her n*****s are dark gold, a contrast to the rest of her flesh. I begin to kiss down her torso, devling my tongue into her navel. I hear her intake of breath and move down, kissing her flat tummy until I have positioned myself between her legs. 

I look up at her face, flushed gold and her pink eyes a deeper color. The fear I was smelling is completely gone.

Instead all I smell is her body heating up, calling for mine. I look down between her legs. The plump lips bare, with little golden stars spread across.

I can feel myself wanting to laugh, but this would be the worst time to begin chuckling. It’s not that I find her v****a funny, it's that I have a little princess in my hands. Only those born to royalty have the stars, which look like tattoos, but they are not. It’s more like a birthmark, her’s just happens to be on privates. 

I roll her over wanting to see if any stars are on her back, I see some on her right butt cheek and her lower back. I lean over and kiss the bigger stars before I turn her over once more. 

From the look on her face, she knows that I know her status. 

Instead of allowing her to focus on things other than me, I spread her plump lips and delve my tongue through her slit. I watched her face the entire time.

She goes from wary to pure lust within seconds. 

“That’s my girl” I croon to her.

I turn my attention back to her sweet spot. 

I begin to lower my head again when I finally notice how much my c**k has grown, so I adjust myself and get into a better position. I watch her eyes get big seeing my hardened c**k, and her fear is once again evident. But it's muted, so I pretend not to notice as I once again taste her.

Her petal tastes like dusk right before it rains, pure nature. 

The flavor is not like my brides, not a specific taste that I can compare it with, but it is now my favorite taste ever.

I can feel the rush of a tornado, the fear of a hurricane, laughing in the rain...the elements of nature that in the human dimension I both feared and loved. I grab her ass in my hands and lift her further, sucking in her fluids as I devour her lips and hole. 

I can hear her voice, and each orgasm adds a new flavor. I can feel my teeth elongated and my poison begins to leak out the more I consume her. She is perfect. 

I begin to hope that her body is ready, because I am fast losing control of mine. 

I can taste her next orgasm coming, her flavor becoming more intense, just like lightning, deadly but beautiful. When she finally explodes, the taste is my catalyst. I suck every drop I can from her now swollen lips. I drop her ass back to the couch, grab her legs and spread them wider as I thick, hard c**k penetrates her. I’m so hard it glides in without any help or direction. 

My Brides are tight, so tight that I am often shocked that I can fit inside them.

‘Buttercup’s’ smaller body is so tight that I feel my blood circulation being cut off.

I keep pushing in despite the tightness, my c**k so rigid I can force myself through..and I can feel every little ripple, every little fold in her tight hole. I recognize the barrier in front of me-the unexpected and to be honest totally unwanted little barrier. 

I reach down to her neck and bite down, injecting my poisons into her flesh, then I pivot my hips and thrust inside. I can smell her hyman’s blood, hear her screams of pain caused from me taking her virginity and the poisons I injected to claim her. 

I ignore both as my body moves inside hers. I can feel her little hands squeezing me, her legs shaking around me. I know that my brides have woken up and are witnessing this act. 

My give a damn button is completely shattered as I take my pleasure in her body. I don’t know how much poison has entered her body so far, but I can’t remove my teeth, just like I am forced to continue thrusting into her. 

I finally feel my body reaching its climax. 

I have never released so much poison into my brides as I have this little Fae. 

I’m not sure what will happen to her, if she will survive or not. 

Sadly, at this point I am being controlled by a greater force. I would like to say I was in control, but that snapped when I tasted her last orgasm. Poor baby hasn’t experienced another one since I marked her as my mate. 

If she survives, I will make sure to treasure her small body and bring her as much joy as I can. 

I finally reach my orgasm, I thrust as deep as I can as I hold her body still and release inside her. I can feel some of my essence leaking out around me, her small little petal unable to hold all of my sperm. I reach over and grab her leg, lifting it so that I can go deeper, which I do, just a bit, making my orgasm even more intense. 

Finally the thrall is gone. I finally retract my teeth and poison from her slender neck. My bite covers most of her neck, I watch as a bit of my poison, a clear fluid leaves the four holes until the wounds heal. I reach down and kiss each hole, then kiss her neck and move up to her lips. 

The pink shades of her eyes are a bit darker, not as pale. I continue to look into her face, kissing her and loving on her until she falls asleep. 

I then remove my c**k from her tight hole and clean up the little beauty. She remains asleep throughout the entire process. 

Eight brides. I’m not sure how I could explain this, but hopefully my demons will see her and...do as I have. We won’t mistreat a mate, a marked mate. 

I pick up the little body and carry her over to the bed. My Brides are looking at me with various looks, some in humor, some in anger-but they all make room for us, allowing me to hold the newest member of our family in my arms. 

Amber is the only one looking at her with a bit of hate. Since her belly has become so large, she is unable to sleep on top of me, so has been sleeping in my arms. 

“Here, I have another arm” I whisper to her. 

She is not a petty demon, she moves over and lays her head on my chest, looking over at the Fae. I want to chuckle when she removes the Fae’s hand from my waist and replaces it with her own, but I know better. 

***

The next morning seven of my eight brides are already doing their own things.

My eighth bride is still sleeping...changing due to the marking. I am not sure how she will evolve, I have never heard of the Fae race evolving from mating. Theirs is magic, the more magic they consume the stronger they become. 

I reach over and kiss her sleeping cheeks, then her nose, and lastly her lips. 

I feel someone glaring at me. I look over at the newly added alcove. The three Fae are staring daggers at me, outside the alcove, unable to enter is Tytus, my head butler and Clyde my parens head butler. 

“Master, my blood is calling for this Fae, may I have her?” Tytus points to one of the Fae. I can tell from his body language, that she is calling for him, even if she is unaware. ‘True mates’ I wonder...I nod at him and send the chit into his arms.

Her screaming is loud and obnoxious, but he quickly shuts her up by kissing her. 

I watch as her body goes from resistance to animalistic needs. It is a true mate bond. Amazing. I look down at ‘Buttercup’ , could that be why I lost control…’I need to check out the new prophecy soon, she may be part of it.’

“My Master’s Filius, most faithful son, may I have this female. Her blood called me from my duties and I have been waiting for several hours. I know that I am not part of your household...I can swear my…” Clyde’s voice trailed off. He could offer nothing of himself. His loyalty was already with his master, he could not swear to another. 

I noticed his dilemma, and if they were true mates, then it was only right to give him who he was made for and who was made for him. 

“You can have the female on one condition.” He looks over at me with a lot of hope and a lot of trepidation. “You must put your mark on her, make this Fae your Bride...in front of me.” At his nod I also sent her to his arms.

She is a wildcat, fighting and scratching this powerful demon.

Only the most faithful and powerful are assigned as butlers. She must think that he is weak or not worthy. 

In my opinion, she is the one that is unworthy.

I watch as Tytus grabs her face and forces her mouth open. Then he lifts her head and kisses her, his tongue delving in deep. Her flushed face changes from anger to lust. 

We can’t mark our mate without s*x. 

He quickly strips her clothes off of her, once she is naked she wraps her legs around him, and begins to kiss him again. Tytus removes the uniform he is wearing and penetrates her. 

I wanted him to do this out of curiosity. I had to know if she was a virgin, if so then my little ‘Buttercup’ was not destined...but she is not. Her moans fill the room even as he marks her. I can smell the increased lust from her body as he makes her his own. 

I transport the newly mates couple back to Tytus’ room and out of mine.

The little Fae left behind is staring at me. I watch as urine falls down her legs. 

“Clean it up. Nobody will kill you here. Besides, my Brides need a nanny for our spawn. You will be compensated well.” She just stands there, so I send a compulsion to her. She finally cleans up the urine and heads to the shower. 

Weak ass, nasty ass Fae leaves my mouth before I can control my thoughts.