I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

The Prophecy

I shut the potion room door as gently as I could. My brides were all napping on the giant bed, cuddled together and snuggling Aster's evolving form. I really can't wait to tell her about the babes. I also need to feed her some of my blood and water from the pool to keep my twins healthy.

The prophecy I have is only a copy of the original, in fact, there are copies on each level of Hell. The 'bosses' of each level typically reserves the right to share the knowledge with the masses. The demons have been looking forward to this prophecy for hundreds of years, and when the Fae cursed the females barren, they rallied around the prophecy for hope.

I am that hope.

I have several copies of the prophecy now, five, just like the five moons in the sky. I guess once all the levels are combined we will have seven moons. The thought is kinda lit.

I grab the least grubby scroll (it's hilarious, they have so much technology and the prophecy is on a scroll) and unbind the seal.

My eyes glance over the lines...these are the same words that were read to me in my...infancy level.

"Barren parched Desiccated

Bow to death Almighty

Six lives Betrayed

One Soul made Whole

Blood for Blood

Might is Right

Dominion over One

Preeminence to Rule them ALL

Karma transcending Time throughout

Monarch Usurper Eminence Idolatry

power upon power

thus, we strive

integrity begets justice"

I read it several times before taking out a piece of paper. The old demon geezers have already decided that a person must be reincarnated and betrayed before becoming whole. Based on my dreams and experience, I agree with them.

The demons were cursed to be barren, the first line makes sense. It is the second line that I am confused about. Typically death would refer to a person, but it is lowercase. So it's the noun death, not the proper noun Death. Yet the Almighty is capitalized.

My high school English teacher should see me now-actually studying a 'poem'.

The tenth line is the one I am most concerned about. Is it me or my spawn? What kind of monarch is also idolized...I'll ponder the lines later, I wrap the scroll back up and instead of putting it back in my spelled cabinet, I cast it into a ring on my finger. It will be easier to study and navigate with it on me.

I look around my potion room and decide to replicate some of my Pater's tools. If I am going to extract mid level souls to make strong casting stones and such, then I will need to adapt the tools. I can't use the same ones we use for the upper echelon demons, it would shred the soul apart.

I hear myself humming as I work, trying to catch the lyrics...I finally recall the song, I've been humming the tune to Cradles by Sub Urban... Once I identify the song I start singing instead of humming: "I love everything Fire's spreading all around my room My world so bright It's hard to breathe but that's alright..."

That song was badass, it always made me think of passing time, how nothing is safe. Now here I am in the demon dimension, Hell, and the song makes so much more sense here.

I complete the tools and create another section, one that Amber can't enter. When I begin to extract souls, she could be in danger, and since she prefers my room instead of the Harem's I need to take precautions.

The room I begin to design is similar to my Pater's, I even recreate the soul binding spell into the walls.

I look around my new room, adding the tools to the benches and shelves. It feels as if I have only been working for a moment, magic be like that sometimes, but in reality, I have been spelling and casting for hours.

My muscles are cramping and I can feel my brides calling to me, well, their bodies. I doubt they even realize how much their pregnant bodies keep calling out to mine. My spawns need my essence to grow strong, since I plan on making them the strongest demon in any dimension, I willingly give as much as they need. A strong beginning will make their progress better.

I cast a concealment and protection spell to the room, then I place further spells to not only keep the room a secret but to kill outsiders if they try to breach it, and to translocate my kin if they try, another safeguard to repel Amber's growing curiosity.

As I begin to leave the potion room we all use, I see a book on reptilian demons, on the cover looks like a hybrid version of Coral.

I've not read the book. I grab it and walk out the door, leaving the room unlocked since the only ones able to enter already have permission to enter my living quarters.

If the elite soldiers that guard my brides want to practice their potion making while keeping Amber safe, I'm ok with that.

I feel the pool calling my name. I transform from my humanoid form to my human Latino bodybuilder look, Zinnia really likes this form, and I really want to check out my idea.

I send a mind link to her, an image of us pleasuring each other in the pool, I hear her intake of air as she receives the image. As I lower my body into the warm water I smell her prickly pear scent permeate the air, her hands glide around my neck.

Her whispering words of seduction, and her tongue entering my ear ramps up my labido. I grab her and toss her over my shoulder, standing up so that her head doesn't fall in the water. The little demoness wraps her legs around my head, putting her p***y in my face as she sucks my c**k into her mouth.

I've never experienced holding a bride upside down and fellatio.

I can't lie, it's amazing. I'm getting crunk on her scent, her folds opening up to my tongue as I flick her c**t. Her legs begin to tighten around my head, making me feel like cotton balls are stuck in my ears. I start to suckle harder and fcking her with my tongue, her taste flowing down my throat. The hunger I was feeling earlier is disappearing as I gorge myself on her wet p***y.

Her mouth is working wonders on my c**k, yet I can't even really enjoy the sensations, her spasming v****a is taking up all of my concentration. She tastes like sin and smells like heaven.

Her legs are shaking when I feel her c*m again in my mouth, the spurt of her orgasm down my throat is incredible. I love how she spurts when she cums, it is such a rare trait.

I lick her once more, even move up to her puckered hole where she wiggles from my hold. Zinnia is so receptive, but has not let me enjoy her tight little puckered flower yet. I can't wait for her to let me.

I helped her body move, and sat down with her in my lap, my c**k nestled between our bodies. Her mouth is swollen from sucking me off, she worked hard.

I lean down to kiss her puckered lips, my tongue entering her wetness, tasting myself mixed  with her sweet flavor, moving my hands over her body, her delicious little breasts and her tiny waist. She is grinding against me when I hold her waist in my large hands, stopping her from moving and gliding my c**k into her tight slit. I watch her eyes begin to close as I penetrate her, the little mewling sounds almost making me lose control.

I bend down and take her lips once more as her p***y wraps around my c**k, letting her adjust to the invasion. I can feel her heartbeat against my c**k, the feeling is shocking. I contemplate if she can feel my pulsations in her tight walls as well. I'm about to ask when she begins to move, her little feet are next to me, her knees bent, as she moves up and down. She rises to the point my c**k is about to leave her tight hole before she pushes down hard, then rises once more with excruciating slowness.

I allow her torturous moves as I explore the changes that are currently developing with her. I was correct. The magical water in conjunction with s*x causes a rapid growth in evolution.

I can't wait to see her eyes. The swirling orbs are unique to my pregnant brides. Only Zinnia and Violet have their normal, before mating me, eyes. Even Aster's eyes are swirling now.

As anxious as I am to tell Aster of the twins...the opposite goes for her sisters to know. They may just kill with pleasure to ensure they too get pregnant.

I also wanted to check something else out, but not with Zinnia, with Violet. I keep checking on my emotions, focusing on pleasure...and not how I feel for her.

When she finally opens her eyes, I see the golden flecks swirling in the silver whiteness, it looks exactly like Aster's. I lean down to kiss her plump lips and take control. I lift her off my lap and place her against the pool, her ass facing me. I guide my c**k back into her warm embrace. Where Zinnia was gentle, I am rough. I grab her breasts in my arms, pinching her n*****s, my hands rougher than I mean to me, but seeing her ass cheeks shake with each thrust is hot AF.

I let loose and thrust my thirteen inches as deep as I can get, her walls clenching me hard, making me work harder to pound through her barriers. Her screams are getting louder as her body continues to orgasm. I can feel myself getting closer to my climax and I speed up, my thrusts getting deeper and harder, then shallow, then deep again. Her body is clenching once more as I hear her voice call out my name...I release deep inside her, coating her p***y with my thick goo.

Still fueled on instinct, I lean down and bite her neck, drinking her blood as I continue to c*m inside her. Her sweet blood calms my emotions, I release my teeth and lick her neck clean, she turns to the side and kisses my lips, her blood still moist on my lips.

I reluctantly loosen my hold on her body, pulling my c**k from her tight hole as she turns around to kiss me more. Her sweetness is endearing, but I can see her eyes are starting to shut. I pick her up and carry her to the bed next to Aster. The two will need to finish their evolution, though Aster should be done soon. I look at the two sleeping beauties, lean down to kiss Aster's sleeping lips and go to look for Violet.

Time to check out my second hypothesis, but I'm not going to use the magical pool. I am going to love her with all of my demon heart-if I see a soul orb after that, then I will know the pregnancies are based on my body, heart and soul, not just my mates.

The fact that I can even feel some semblance of love is already non-demonic. Further proof that the magical springs have altered my chemical makeup.

I wonder if other demons are beginning to feel more than possession towards their brides. I guess my Pater would be a good demon to ask..if he laughs at me...