I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Trying to Go

My attempt at sneaking out of my own damn bedroom is...the attempt to keep my triplet brides home is thwarted by my own inability to stand up after a night of intense pleasure. I can't remember a time that my tongue, fingers, and c**k have penetrated so many orifices in such a short time. My thoughts linger a bit on their enthusiasm before getting mad at myself.

I swear my demoness brides are trying to kill me through pleasure.

I successfully removed myself from the limbs, torsos, heads and tails of my brides without waking any of them up. Amber who was lying on top of me was the most difficult to extract myself from. Her snuggle tight grip  was adorable...but jeez she had a kung fu grip on me. I'm starting to wonder if this is a nightly occurrence, her body was too well adjusted, and my body is too damn big to take notice of her tiny little body sleeping on me. I vow to myself that I will find out if she has been sleeping like this every night. The thought makes my mouth curl up, which causes me further of irritation, especially at myself and my run away thoughts.

I am a demon. Why am I getting all of these lovey dovey thoughts everytime I think about my brides?

No cap-I think the pure magic that changed me physically has also fcked with my mind. I mean, I'm still a demon, I still enjoy killing and c*****e. BUT, I also can't stop thinking about my adorable and precious brides.

So, trying to get out of the bed itself was also a success, until I stood up on own two hooves, reached down to scratch and cup my balls, resulting in my legs giving out and falling back onto the bed, right next to Violet and Zinnia, who bounce from my fall and bump into each other, knocking their heads against each other and against my thighs...Coral's tail swings out and cups me across the back of my head, flinging me and two of the three triplets onto the ground in a heap of bodies.

I look over to Coral who is sound asleep, back down to my brides that I successfully caught while they are looking at me with confusion. I lean my head back to bang it against the floor. Why?

"My Lord, did you want to mate on the floor?" Violets sweet voice rings out in the room, her smile lighting up the dark room. My heart flutters...flutters??? when I look at her as she bites her bottom lip. I can feel my body begin to react, and I bang my head against the floor once more.

"My Lord, are we going to the competition?" Zinnia's excited voice is even louder than Violets.

I sigh heavily, "Yes, huuuuhhhhh...get dressed and wake your sister, we leave in ten minutes" I am hoping with the time frame they won't be able to make it, but Violet is waking Aster who is rubbing her eyes and looking over at me with the most sugary smile. My semi hard phallus that was calming down is getting excited once more as I look at her. I turn my head.

I really need a break from my brides. These sweet thoughts and sentiments are really fcking with my mind.  I've even caught myself asking them for their opinions! What the Hell? I've never asked them what they thought before, in fact I would usually block out their conversations or pretend to listen...shit, who am I kidding, I didn't even pretend to listen, and here I am...whipped.

I jump up from the floor and spell my fighting gear on me, a black dragon leather tunic and jeans, not some pansy Greek concoction your already imagining. This is the demon dimension, we don't do pansy. Coral and Amber recently made the outfit using Coral's hunting skills in killing the dragon and skinning it-she really is a badass. Amber then used her potions and spells to enhance the dragons hides natural strength and spell deflection. I suspect that Dawn has also added her piece as well as the triplets because I can feel their mana, their aura's surrounding me in it. No cap, its already making my d**k semi hard, again.

My bitches are the baddest in Hell, and they are all mine.

I head outside to fill some containers with the amber gold water and see Kyle, Nate and Tate waiting for me. "It's a good day, Aster, Zinnia, and Violet will be coming with us. I'll need six more guards to attend with me, two per wife. I'm sure I don't need to stress how diligent they need to be?" I look over at the three, they have grown and transformed so much. The cat twins are my best allies-and I reward them more than any of my other soldiers, but Kyle has grown the most. His battle strategies are the best I have seen yet-he is also greatly rewarded, but I hope that he will soon outgrow my expectations and earn even greater recognition.

Kyle nods his head and walks off, looking for the extra security. Not that I think my brides will be in danger, they will be with me. This is to show my sovereignty and my protectiveness for my brides. I hope to influence other demons into taking better care of their brides.

With the influx of the female demons from First (those gross zombie demons) I want them to grow and stop stinking up the place. Therefore, more demons need to share their aura's with them. Be that s*x or blood, I don't care, as long as I don't have to see too many zombies. Ugh, nasty asses.

I begin to head off, the ten minutes have come, but not yet passed, when the triplets run and jump into my arms. Guess I will be carrying these three delicate little demonesses to the competition. I look over at Nate and Tate, who have a hilarious look on their faces, which makes me take note of the s**t eating grin I have on mine. No wonder they are looking at me with their eyes bulging out. Damnit.

I stuff away my happy look, and get back to my serious I will knock you out flat on your ass look and walk off with my three brides wrapped around me. I'm too possessive, and having them in my arms is soothing my irritation, which they already would know to do with their abilities.

I'm not sure how much the gods favor the demon dimension, but I can't help but feel that I have been bestowed many gifts since reincarnating here.

The prophecy has been around for thousands of years, before the war with the fae, even before the war with the gods, which the demonkin lost both of those major battles.

Maybe after the gladiators have completed their competition and have vowed their loyalty, I can find time to read the prophecy once more. The last time I saw it I was still on four legs and suckling my Mater's teets.

My three generals, six soldiers, and three brides and I finally made it to the arena. I can hear the demon's excitement already, the lust in the air is potent.

My brides are licking their lips and holding me tighter...this is going to be a long day.

"Remember to watch for strong skills-pay attention to the audience as well. This is our first contact with all demons from the five levels. If there are any plans of subterfuge, it will be today" I remind the soldiers around me and my generals. "If anything happens" I look at the six soldiers, "you will get my brides back to my garden without any harm done to them." I continue to look at each of them as they nod their understanding.

The three generals walk off to monitor the show from different aspects. I don't watch them leave, they know what to do and have my trust in their abilities. I move up to the top box, a seat reserved for me. There are fifteen seats in this box, enough for my brides and their guards, but they remain in my arms, getting comfortable while I try to steal my movements so that they are happy.

I have officially turned into a p***y whipped demon. IDC anymore.

Apparently, this is my new reality, and as long as they are ok with me totally dominating them, then I will be ok feeling...love? for them...shit.

I try to get out of my head and watch the entertainment-which is good, but the tension in the audience is getting tighter and more severe, and my own depressing thoughts are adding to my unease.

I finally see who is instigating the backlash.

A sly demon I saw in the underground caverns. His shifty eyes are watching several others, he is his own little sideshow, trying to sow discord. Some mid level demons are taking the bait. They are too weak to battle in the competition, and apparently too dumb to know a good thing. The murmuring is getting louder, I'm about to stand up to deal with the problem when Zinnia whispers into my ear, "not yet, My Lord. Wait" I look down at her and see she is excited, as are Violet and Aster.

I get comfortable again, waiting.

It's not in vain.

I see a bone demon stand up with flames in his eye sockets. My bride's emotions are flowing out to me, they are excited, their hearts pumping as they stare daggers at the sinister demon.

Bone demons are vastly different from other demons. Each species has its own skills they are known for. Since bone demons, which are the rarest form of demon, have unknown skills. My girls knew something beautiful was going to happen. Their foresight is on par with their illusions.

We watched as he shot bone fragments from his middle finger, hitting the demons in the head, instant death to each of the demons that sought trouble, even the demons across the field, four hundred and fifty feet or so away.

He's sitting back down when he finally notices my eyes. Zinnia looks up at me, then down at the demon, she motions him to come up to our box, his look is uneasy, but he complies.

My girls really can read my thoughts.

I watch him make his way over to us. If he consents, I will have my fourth general.

Aster is watching me, her tongue licking her bottom lip. I lean down and kiss her as I wait for him to join us, as I am lifting my head I feel Violet lean over and kiss me, then Zinnia pulls me over to her open mouth. Their grayish white eyes are mesmerizing, and If I was not sated, they would be a temptation I could not deny. Instead I hug them tightly and watch the bone demon enter my box.

I feel a different type of excitement as I motion him to sit next to me.