I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

I'm a Flipping Saint!

I don’t get these Fae, do they not have any noses?

Shit, the little female keeps pissing herself and sitting it in, he’s covered in the juices of at least eight zombies and they act like it’s nothing.  s**t. It give me the heeby jibbies. 

Ok, guess even in my own head I’m a hypocrite...but my Brides are clean, beautiful, delicious...everything those zombies are not.

Enough said.

I reach down to the sleeping Fae, she looks so small and fragile. I thought Amber looked fragile, well, she does for a demon. Cayte is fragile looking as well, but that is her feline genes. Her brothers aren’t fragile in the least, they’re beasts. 

Her hair is so soft, the black curls wrap around my fingers. I can feel my body responding to hers so I let go. No way am I going to mate a sleeping, evolving Fae...I’m not that perverted.

I look over at the alcove, the little nasty ass Fae is watching me, but looks down as soon as she notices that I am looking at her too. 

“What do you desire?” I ask her, not expecting an answer...but shock and amazement, she replies.

“My brother. You took me but you left my brother!” I watched as her tears began to stream down her face. I force my conscience into hers.

This little girl has been abused her entire life, physically, emotionally, and sexually. Me taking her was a good thing...but she’s right, I didn't bring her brother. 

“I can bring him over. What will I get in return?” I’m a demon ok! I’m not in the business of charity. Besides, her brother appears to be no more than five or six years old, he is only getting physically and emotionally abused. She fears that with her gone, her mother will turn to him. Yep, mother. Sick fcks come in all genders.

Her tears get stronger as her shoulders shake more, “Anything. I will do anything for him.” 

Music to my fcking ears! I smile at her, I am sure it is frightening, but she stops crying.

“Deal! I need a strong nanny to help my Brides. I will get you two other females, both demonesses, to help you. Your brother must become a playmate to my spawn.” I told her. I watched her eyes go big...did she think I wanted another mate? s**t, I’ve got eight as it is, and they make me crazy. No telling what my life will be like once ‘Buttercup’ is awake. 

Shite! My only hope is that Dawn will deliver soon. That will cause some distractions for them while I get to know my little Fae a bit more. 

This thought brings a sinister smile to my face...pure lecherous thoughts about my newest bride consumes me for a bit. I then refocus on the female in front of me.

“What's your name, and your brothers?” I ask. Having a name will be easier along with the visual of him, to bring him to me. 

“I’m Eve CedarTree, my brother is Lark CedarTree.” She doesn’t hesitate to answer. 

“Hello Eve, you can call me Master from now on. If any demon wants something you don;t want to give, and you need help, ask my brides for lessons in self defense lessons. You may not want to survive the lessons, but you will not die. You must be strong to live here. And I refuse to let you leave” I then chant the spell, I can feel the pull at my navel, so much lighter and easier than bringing so many all at once. 

I notice that he is playing with a young Fae. 

“Do you have other siblings?” I ask. If this one belongs to her too, I will bring her over. 

“Yes, a sister, but she is very young...and my parents still dote on her”

“Hmmm” I answer as I bring both little ones to me. I catch the young girl in my arms, but send Lark into his sister's hands. The two are stuck behind the alcove unable to leave. I look down at the little thing in my arms. She looks super tiny, and super breakable. 

I could just eat her up...not literally. Her plump little cheeks are just too adorable. I can feel my human self already wanting to hug and love on her, or maybe that is the Fae, or the godling or...whatever. I feel an attachment. 

Perhaps she will be a mate to one of my spawns! In any case, she will grow up with them, perhaps it was meant to be. 

I can hear the siblings hugging each other and crying. Such a Hallmark moment that I shatter. 

“You both stink. After Brandon is done showering, I want you both to get cleaned up. I’ll get Tytus...no he’s busy (I mumble) a demon to bring you some clothes,” I remove the barrier and they both walk out. 

Eve hugs me with tears still streaming down her face.

“How old are you?” I finally ask. She is not acting like a mature Fae, more like a youth. 

“Fifteen” 

I am floored. How in the hell did my spell bring a fifteen year old to this dimension. 

I walk out, the baby still in my arms, playing with my ears, lips, teeth. Whatever she can reach, as I go over my spell.

My spell was perfect. It called for adult Fae that was...ovulating, so that my demons could hurry up and get their own spawns so that my cambiens would be a bit safer. But serious, who would be stupid enough to steal my cubs? I mean demons. The godlings would be stupid enough.

In any case, we will go to war with them soon, after we annihilate the Fae of course. 

I want to turn around and ask her if she was latched onto someone when I brought them over, because nothing else makes sense. 

I don’t need a damn minor going through thrush in my home! I’m not a sicko. I have standards. 

I turn around and walk into the bathroom where Brandon is drying off. He looks over at the Fae baby in my arms and smirks. 

“I thought you didn’t want any more kids.”

“Ha-Ha. I need you to do another spell when you cast one on ‘Buttercup,’” I tell him. Behind me Lark and Eve are looking into the bathroom. “Bind her thrush until she turns twenty” I order the Fae. 

That will give her five years to get stronger, and maybe choose a mate for herself. 

“I can do that, but I want something in return. You got my sister as a Bride, a virgin bride. You are getting birth control so that she doesn’t get pregnant too soon, now you are getting a slave with a binding spell. That is three items I am helping you with.”

“Continue, what do you want?” My voice is flat. He is a brave Fae. I am impressed, even if I am acting nonchalant. 

He lifts three fingers and knocks them down with one hand as he asks for  his three requests, “First I want to be a guard in your home. Second, I want my four soldiers to be brought in as guards as well. Third, I want us to have a mate to relieve our heats.”

“I can give you demon mates if they are willing to accept you. You must fight and earn your place as a guard here. Are you willing to do that?” I ask him. All of my soldiers are the strongest, and he is asking to just enter my inner circle! I do like his spunk, but I will let my generals test the five Fae males out.

“Yes. I accept for myself and the four Fae.”

“Great. Get dressed. I have some Generals you need to meet.”

I walk out of the bedroom with a happy step, completely forgetting the little Fae girl in my arms as I call my generals. “Get to my yard and bring at least one of your marked and mated Fae with you” I command.