I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Brother in Law

My generals have rebuilt the gladiator style arena, made it better and stronger by the looks of it. I can see they added cages, just like the Romans of ancient Earth. I guess the Fae could be considered slaves. Well, until they can prove themselves as allies and soldiers. 

I would love for ‘Buttercup’ to be awake and see her Fae-kin, perhaps her presence would alleviate a lot of the fear. 

After looking at the newly built arena, I move down to the caves. It’s time for the next batch of zomdemon-gellos to get a boost.

When I enter the cave the Fae are all sitting against the walls or each other. Several are engaged in various s****l acts. 

The Fae are the most sexually driven of all the races. That is why the males are able to engage in s*x with my zombie bitches. 

I even hesitate at that! Nasty. 

I count the males once more, there are still one hundred. Even though some are busy, I move them from the Fae of choice as I send down the 100 zombie females.

The smell in the cave instantly changes. Not as raunchy as yesterday, but not too much better. I don’t send my brother and father down here with me. If they did as I expected, they are busy mating and marking their new Fae bitches. 

I see several of the zombies already begin their transformations. I guess waiting twenty four hours was too long…

I send those that are done up and replace them with new gellos. 

Instead of this turning into a small excursion, it takes all day. As soon as one female finishes absorbing the sperm’s essence, I send her up and bring another down.

While I am waiting for the males to finally expend all their energy, I install a bath down here, a large pool with a fountain to keep the water moving. I also sent down some soap. 

I watch as several females rush into the pool. I guess sleeping on a cave floor was too rugged for them. 

I create temporary sleeping cots and a bit of other luxuries that I really don’t feel they deserve.

The cave goes from a nature style prison to a three star open-room hotel.

 Not too shabby. At least it will provide some rest and whatnot until I can hold the auction and get the rest of the females a willing and paying husband. This thought brings ‘Buttercup’ to mind once more. If she was a virgin...could any of these females be as well?

I probe their minds. Those that have more innocent thoughts I ask them directly mind to mind if they have s****l experience. I also add an honesty compulsion that they wouldn’t be able to fight even if they wanted to! Every female confirms that they have experienced their thrush, their gracehood. When a Fae is going through puberty, their body's demand for s****l release is beyond painful and can even cause death. Thus, virginity is a taboo among the Fae. 

So, how old is my little Fae if she had never experienced her gracehood?

Or a better question, why has her body held off for so long, because she was definitely experiencing something last night. 

I’m not narcissistic enough to think that I am the reason she went into a thrush. 

Perhaps I am that narcissistic, was her destiny waiting for me? That is the only conclusion I can fathom.

I transfer the gellos out and bring the last batch of today. 

Overall, this should be around eight hundred zombies whose meridians have been healed, creating a bridge for them to finally begin to evolve once more.

I notice that several of the Fae males finally have limp d***s as they stumble over to the pool to bathe. 

They’re nude forms are beautiful, even I can admit that. These men will not be placed in the battles.

We have some strong demonesses that have lost mates. Perhaps I will auction them off along with the females. 

While I am sitting there making future  plans, five males walk over to me. They reek, of s*x, but instead of rushing to the pools they are coming over to me. 

All five are exquisite. Their bodies are well toned and defined. I feel a bit like a pervert as I assess them, but then I realize that one piece of my soul was gay, so it makes sense that I would be able to check them out without feeling too much shame. 

I’m staring at the five brave men who fall to their knees, fists over their hearts, and their heads bowed. I realize that some of my aura has been leaking out and several of the Fae have passed out. 

“Demon King, I, Brandon, have smelled my sister on your flesh. I would like to remain by her side.” The fae does look a lot like my ‘Buttercup’, but...he must be planning something. 

“Buttercup is now my Bride, she only needs me.” I state, watching his face attentively. I see a smile, a genuine smile grace his lips.

“Thank you. We have kept her safe since her birth. A Prophetess foretold her future upon her birth. She would become the greatest and strongest of all Fae, but we had to keep her pure. Demon King, we did as the Prophetess foretold. I was instructed to remain by her side at all costs. Please, allow me and my men to continue to protect her.” 

I delved into his mind. He was being honest. He was about to go through his first thrush when she was born, since he was royalty he was with the King and heard the Prophetess tell her future. What he didn't tell me is that they knew she would be marked and mated to a demon. 

They had prepared for this for the past eighteen years. My little bride was in fact very young. I mean, I’m younger in birth years...but not in holistic years. 

I continue to read through his mind and find memories of her. I saw her first steps, her first spellcasting, her first day of dance lessons. The memories change. At the age of thirteen, when her body began to prepare for her gracehood, they began to give her medicine. Making her sleep more than she was awake, freezing her reproductive organs while allowing her body to mature. 

I left his mind, fear, real fear entered my soul. 

Does that mean...without the spells they usually cast...that she could be pregnant?

I grab Brandon and we transport to my bedroom, leaving the other four males behind. I’ve completely forgotten about the zombie left behind as we made ourselves inside and next to the bed. 

“Does that mean she could be with a child?” My tone is a bit more harsh than I intended it to be, but...I don’t want eight pregnant Brides. Can’t I just enjoy her lust? I’ve read about how strong s****l urges can be. I want to experience it all.

“I guess so...but, she was just beginning her first thrush. Do you want her to be pregnant?” he hesitatingly asked. Brandon did not want to say the wrong thing. If the Demon King wanted her to get pregnant, we would ensure she did, but if not, then he would cast the spells holding off pregnancy until her next thrush. 

“No, I have seven Brides expecting our spawn already, some with several little curses inside them. I would like to enjoy one mate without fear!” I told him. Damn, can’t he read the room? Already my space was becoming a nursery. Everywhere I looked was items for the little cambien curses to wake me and keep me from mating my Brides. They have even begun to sew! Sew for curse sake, making little clothes. 

Goats don’t need clothes. Since I am the most dominant demon, of course my spawn will be goats!

The real question is, just how much of their maters  will they look like. 

Will Dawn’s cambien be golden like her?

Will Amber’s be blue like her? 

Each Bride is so beautiful, I can’t imagine how unique our little curses will look like. But that doesn’t mean I want ‘Buttercup’ to get pregnant already! I want to enjoy her heat cycle, her thrush without any concerns.

“I will cast the appropriate spells to ensure she does not get pregnant during this gracehood.” Listening to Brandon’s words brings me instant joy, so much so that I hug him. Once my nose gets a good whiff of his body I transplant him into my shower. 

I can hear him chuckling inside the bathroom, then the water turns on.