I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

No Alarm Clock

The intense pleasure of f*****g my brides wakes me from my sleep, and let me tell ya, it’s the only action I’ll see today as I open my eyes, my c**k standing at attention, my brides sleeping wrapped around me, and my generals staring down at me.

I would laugh at this situation, but I really had my sights set on pleasuring myself with my delicious brides before going off to battle...but apparently I overslept. Apparently I don't have an internal alarm clock. Apparently my dumbass thinks that last night was enough pleasure.

Or my generals have a hobby of watching me sleep. If that's the case, then they should have let me know sooner. I could have given them a really great show.

Nate and Tate’s eyes are riveted on their sisters sleeping form. Now that I think about it, they probably don't have any interest in my boning their triplet...

Maybe, just maybe after we win this little (haha) skirmish with Ashehall, I can invite them over to enjoy lunch, no PDA, or maybe just a tidbit, or s**t, just the tip. Hello, I'm funny this morning! ...But first things first-I need to get these horny demons out of my room.

I move my naked brides around, holding them with the most gentle touch I have (it's hard cause I don't really have a gentle touch) and extract myself from their limbs. Little Amber's tight body was covering my extended c**k,  but once I moved her body off of mine, my generals got an eye full of my dirty d**k-my bride's dried fluid still covering me. Yeah, you can call me a nasty bastard, not my fault their juicy orgasmic juices stayed on me. Oh wait, it is my fault. I'm the dumbass that fell asleep before I could clean myself and them. Oh well.

Still smells good though. Like the delicious little flavors I enjoy as much as I can.

I do a little casting and my junk is clean, I follow up the spell and clean my bride's bodys too. I should have done that before falling asleep. f**k it.

Gast is looking over at my pregnant brides, I see a bit of jealousy, nothing to fear though. 

I get it. I do. 

These demons have been alive for hundreds or even thousands of years, several probably having spawned before the curse. Here I am, not even four years old, and I have seven brides pregnant with my spawn. In any other family, without a prophecy guiding and nurturing the demon, I would still be a cambien. But here I am, all grown up years before normal demons.

It doesn't matter if you are demon, fairy, or human; kids make any dimension better-they bring hope. Or in my case a little bit of death, a lot of s*x, planned revenge, making Hell...Hell again. You know, tearing s**t up.

If I can get the curse removed, then I won't be the only demon spawning little hellions. Shoot, maybe one of my little demonic offspring can find themselves a cute little demoness or demon to call their own once the other breeds can begin to procreate again. It looks like most of the females are claimed at this point.

It is this reason that I don’t fear espionage or dissension from my ranks. The demons need me more than I need them. Trust me, I need them. Without my legion, I couldn't fulfill my role. Still, they need me more.

Too many demons have desired my coming and the subsequent changes it brings. s**t, I’m like the demon messiah here. But like, a badass who slays other badasses. 

My generals are busy leaving my room-excitingly as quietly as they entered. Even after my spelling, my brides are still sleeping. It was a good thing to give them extra blood and magic water yesterday. They should remain sleeping while I'm gone, but if not, then my Mater and … other mothers...lol, will keep them entertained and watch over them. I figured out what to call my Paters brides, the other mothers, or the gater maters. Seriously, I am cracking myself up this morning.

I have the urge to kiss them goodby, but I stop that s**t thinking in its track-I will see these crazy ass brides and thoroughly f**k the s**t out of them when I come home victorious. In fact, I will combine the Ashehall first, then come home and get my reward. The self imposed reward will keep me motivated to get the job done and over with so I can enjoy my little bitches thoroughly. I can feel my body responding to theirs, my fangs are leaking a bit, even my hooves are showing a bit of poison puddling.

I look down once more before I leave the room. Once I’m out in the garden, I see my generals filling up several containers. They look over at me with laughter in their eyes. I can hear the ribbing and jokes about my dirty cock...like their s**t is clean. Those salty ass thousand year old bastards...or whatever their ages are. I do admit, my bitches are better than any demoness or gello they could ever fathom. Facts.

“What’s the difference between your jokes and your p***s? Nobody laughs at your jokes.” Ok, that one was pretty funny I admit to myself. I wonder how long they've been telling c**k jokes out here.

“What is the difference between a sin and shame? it's a sin to stick it in and a shame to take it out” This was from Alaster, his nasally laughter fills the garden. Dude is laughing harder at his own joke than the others, which is hilarious on its own.

AAAA NNNN DDDD….The d**k jokes kept coming...

I join in, our laughter is getting louder as my Pater joins us, his killing aura pumps me up. “Kyle and Nate, stay back for a few. Fraz, Akron, and Alaster-bring more soldiers to grab water for the soldiers. Your horde will be our first line of defense. Gast, you should be able to carry enough if you stay in your original form. Tate...you already know what needs to be done, get to your horde, I want your troop spread throughout the others. Make sure you cast the communication” Pater’s voice cuts through the joking, and my generals rush to do his bidding.

He looks over at me, a smirk on his face when it’s only Nate and Kyle remaining. “So, you can’t even clean your junk but you're expecting to win?” His jokes are too much.

We watch as the soldiers come and go, taking water with them.

Nate and Kyle join in with the jokes again. I can’t even hold it in, I begin to laugh, “I learned from my Pater '' I respond. The guffaws are loud and my Pater looks at me with some pride. This will be our first battle together, if you don’t count him teaching me as a cambien, and I don’t. That’s what a father should do.

I look over at his laughing self, he is in his humanoid form. His black flesh shines in the morning sun, his red eyes glowing in blood lust. 

He is a great mentor and protector-if it wasn’t for him...I forced myself out of my melancholy, but seriously, waking up to him as a father was the best thing that happened to my souls.

“Alright, enough jokes sissy’s. Kyle, any news from your soldiers that we need to know about before we leave?” I ask. His horde has been spying on Ashehall and Faeton, their intell has been invaluable to our plans.

“My Lord, the soldiers have been prepared for war and are waiting with traps. Since we know where all the traps are, they will be dismantled before the combat troops arrive. They have a lot of powerful demons, several weapons, and strong spellcasters. As long as we can neutralize the traps, the soldiers can proceed with minimal damage” Kyle responds.

“Then you know what needs to be done,” I responded. He nods his head then translocates out. They will wait until the last second to get rid of the traps laid. I look over at Nate, “What about your horde, anything I need to know?”

“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” His response is exactly what I want to hear.

His troop is perfect of assassination and espionage, and Nate is a natural leader in this. “Great. I will meet you all in ten minutes. We will translocate separately, but at the same time” Each of the hordes have their own locations, and the generals and their vice admirals have the coordinates. I watch as Nate flashes out of the garden. I looked over at my Pater, “Are you ready?” 

He grabbed my shoulder and transported us together as his answer. He never really did like idle chatter, and I guess my question would fall under that category.

When we arrive I see my legion ready for battle. I can smell the bloodlust. My Pater and I will be collecting strong souls, while they are busy defeating the opposing army. I look around and see how f*****g professional they all are, and I realize at this moment, I was born for this s**t. I watch my generals and their vice admirals begin to cast-soon hordes of soldiers disappear. I take out my skein and drip a few dollops of blood on it, my Pater doing the same next to me. He winks before he leaves. I’m standing on an empty field, time to get my ass to Ashehall. I blink, then open my eyes to structured chaos. 

It’s good to be King.