I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Nate's POV (assassins horde)

 “What about your horde, anything I need to know?” My Lord’s flaming eyes look towards me. 

“I have ten soldiers that have penetrated their main force. They are waiting for my directions, once we are ready, they will assassinate the main generals and the patriarch of Ashehall. They will then bring the body to you” I relay without hesitation. HIs aura is amping up, causing my body to shudder and respond. I am stuck between wanting to bow down to my liege or fight wherever he points me. I can tell from his looks he has no idea what kind of overpowering stench of death aura he has. He still looks at his Pater for recognition. If he only knew the scent he permeated…I can’t believe my own sister, my own flesh is mated to this beast. Demons have always treated demonesses and gellos as weak, but that weak ass b***h not only mated with this monster, but is also happily carrying his offspring. Fck anyone up who says our females are weak!

“Great. I will meet you all in ten minutes. We will translocate separately, but at the same time”  Master Justin responds. I rush to my horde to prepare for the jump. I’ve never been to Ashehall, even though I have sent several of my soldiers there to mix and gather intel. 

I send out a mind link, one for the guys watching over the “president” to prepare the assassination, the other is to my guys mixed in with the other hordes. 

These guys are our silent killers, able to kill from afar undetected. I send them one last “kick ass or die” message and confirm that they are taking orders from the generals they have been placed with. The only general that my guys won’t be mixed with is Gast...seriously how could my non-giant assassins mix in incognito with 25 foot giants? s**t, Gast is over 30 feet tall. 

His giant form is almost as scary as Lord Justin...not really though. 

Last, I send my last message to the most important soldiers of this whole damn battle-the forty hidden assassins watching over my Lord’s wives and future kings. 

“Stay hidden and protect them at any and all costs. If you Fck up, and they get even a scratch on their skin, your death will not be swift. Liege Justin will bring you back from the dead to torture you more. When the final spell is cast, you move faster than air and surround the ‘Ladies’ and his Mater, understood?” 

I hear an overwhelming “Aye Sir” from the forty best assassins I have ever met, trained, and battled with. They are powerful demons and they are hungry.

I set the skein down preparing for Lord Justin's command to engage. I am in the middle of the jungle surrounding the castle, watching the venomous and poisonous swarms living here. This place reeks of Lord Justin’s magic. I can feel my body tensing, ready to be pummeled by his left over aura. That sicko is seriously dangerous. 

When I think about him coming towards Tate, Kyle and myself that day at the gladiator competition...I still don’t know how I was able to keep standing and face him. Maybe his desire for my skills made me stronger? Hell if I know, I’m just thankful everyday that I didn’t pass out and shame myself and my brother.  My mind is invaded, disrupting my ruminations. My knees weaken, but only I can tell, after being near Lord Justin all these months...I can hide my reaction. Especially since we fcked that zombie demon together. 

I never imagined any situation like that before...dude seriously made us jizz her hole before he would go near it. I still want to crack up thinking that a weak ass, nasty smelling gello is his fear. If he wasn’t so self absorbed, he would have felt her trembling and almost passed out...she had more to fear than he did…

I find myself actually laughing out loud as I dribble blood onto the skien and locate to Ashehall-the final level of Hell. The deluxe level that only the very strong are able to enter. 

I have been there off and on for two weeks. 

I fcking love the coffee shop Lord Justin sent me to.

I even found me a kitty demoness to shack up with for a few hours, she was able to enjoy both me and Tate together. We love to share our finds, and after this war is over, we plan on claiming her. Our sister is the only other feline demoness...gello...female that we have ever heard of. We locked her up and kept her safe, and even though it’s not aberrant to us, we even planned on mating her if we never found a b***h we liked...until Lord Justin grabbed her from our hands. 

I am in front of the coffee shop and enter. My little kitten is waiting for me, a smile on her lips and my frappuccino in her hands. I see the glint of triumph on her face...little p***y thinks she is going to pull a fast one on me, problem is, I have the gift of sight and already know that she has a strong demon as a mate. 

But, like I said, Tate and I have already decided she will be ours. 

I reach over, kissing her mouth, pushing my tongue between her lips, tasting her reluctance at my invasion. Doubtless that she knows her resistance is only turning me on more. I grab her waist and squeeze her to me, grabbing her crotch under her tight skirt, she is wet and I thrust my fingers into her tight folds until I can hear the growl behind me. Finally.

Her mate has been my mark for weeks.

He is the second in command. The “vice president” if you will.

This little kitty thinks she has a strong demon...but all she has is a soon to be dead one.

“I will finish what I started soon” I whisper against her lips. I can feel her body swaying towards mine, maybe as a distraction, maybe because she really does have some kind of feelings for me. I can’t really take the chance, if I fck up my mission...well like I told my guys, Lord Justin will resurrect me to torture me. This I fully believe. 

He has the knowledge and the power to do just that.

The demon is beautiful, full lips, hair that curls to his ass. 

I could get a hard on just from looking at him. 

He’s beautiful in a demoness way. Which means my intel was right, he’s a succubus. Whores, all of them are whores, willing to screw demons and demonesses to gain strength.

No wonder his little b***h will fck anything that walks, she’s bringing him more power with each conquest. 

I begin to laugh. s**t is really too funny. This punk ass b***h needs his female to fck other demons to maintain his powers. 

Screw that s**t. 

I decided to mess with him a bit and pull out the potion Amber made for me. I down it quick, s**t tastes kind of good, like Lord Justin, but without the death.  I can feel his hormones invading my body. My little kitty is now soaked, her juices flowing down her legs as she holds her p***y with one hand and the other holding her up against the counter. Hmmm..I guess my Lord’s aura is an aphrodisiac for bitches. I look over at my male b***h, he’s sporting a large hard on and his eyes are glazed. 

This fcker is ready to be penetrated. I watch as he begins a strip tease and I  laugh harder. 

When he bends down to remove his shoes I grab his long locks and twist his head off his shoulders. I hand his head off to his now widowed mate and pick up his body, “Follow me or your next” I tell her, eyeing her reaction to his death and my threat. 

This b***h licks her lips and nods at me. 

We begin to leave the shop when I realize I never got to drink my frappuccino. War sucks! 

I hesitate to go back in and grab it when a waiter comes out carrying my drink and a huge smile on his face. “Can I join you?”

I look behind him and all the demons and demonesses are on their knees, bowing down to me waiting to hear my reply. 

“Sure, follow me...and thanks” I tell him, as I begin to drink the cool liquid. 

My little kitty is holding onto my arm, her dead mate's head cradled in the other. Her eyes look a bit out of focus, but she is strong. I can smell her arousal still as Lord Justin’s aura is still active. We walk about four city blocks down then turn right. We walk another two blocks and turn left. 

In front of us is a gathering of demons blocking my way and Kyle talking to Lord Justin. Lord Justin’s Pater is sitting on a pile of corpses. The sight is...stimulating and I can feel my body reacting as my c**k gets hard. I can feel it straining against the battle suit. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll fck any gello Lord Justing asks me to, and the only dude I’m willing to penetrate would be Tate, and that only for our mate. It’s not because the sight is a turn on, it’s because this damn potion is reacting to the REAL badass and causing my d**k to respond.

“My Lord, the succubus is dead” I drop the body on the ground and grab his head tossing it on the pile of demons. 

I hear bodies dropping as the demons who followed me and Kyle begin to pledge their loyalty to Lord Justin. It’s instinctive once you are near him. Your body either asks for death or mercy, the only mercy to be found is by succumbing to him and his will. 

I watch as my liege turns to his father, “Let’s finish this now.”

My heart skips a beat. The real battle will begin soon.