I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

With my Baes

My girls can not transform into their human forms yet, s**t, I just learned how to myself.

Amber is wearing a soft dress that accentuates her curves. The pink contrasts with her blue skin and I can see her nipps poking out. Tasty.

Coral is wearing flowing white pants with her tail poking out, her top barely covering her breasts, as strap tied behind her neck. Her reptilian skin has poison ivy designs that spreads over her body. She could easily camouflage herself, she will make the perfect assassin demoness when she finishes evolving.

I walk hand in hand, in hand...down the stairs. My Mater finally takes notice of Amber, but not Coral. She has a smile on her face, her eyes glazing over a bit. She is checking out Amber's potential. No cap, I'm a bit nervous, I like Amber. If Mater finds her weak, she will not tolerate her as my bride.

"Not yet, but her future is changing. She will be a good bride with your essence..."Mater's voice tapered out as she looked over at Coral. She read her too, but didn't say anything, just turned around and sat next to my Pater. Around him were four demonesses including my mom. They looked busy playing some kind of s*x game. IDK and IDC. I resumed walking down the stairs and out the door. We would ride to the city using the chauffeur.

The demon dimension has cars I guess you could call them, but they are more like living entities. Some upper level demons can harvest souls, like my Pater. When he kills a demon from Faeton he harvests the soul and designs a ride that reflects the demon.

He has been teaching me this skill, but I still need to grow more before I can try what he has taught me.

The demon I killed in the coffee shop was harvested by my Pater, that is the ride I am looking for.

Part of our family business lies in summoning of course, but also in selling the soul rides. It's a dirty business, and when I come to conquer Faeton, business will be booming.

I have four levels still to conquer, and a day planned with my bitches.

We are waiting in front the of mansion for my new ride, when I see it...I am not disappointed. The pitch black ride looks like a 1967 Shelby Mustang from the human dimension. I remove the chauffeur from the driver's seat and sit behind the wheel, the leather seats conforms to our bodies as we sit down Amber in the front seat and Coral behind.  The inside is spacious and the wheel vibrates under my hands. The soul inside the car responds to me and a symbiotic relationship is formed. He recognizes me as his master.

I could command him where to drive me, but I want to feel the wheel and car in my grasp and control. I smile over at Amber, her blue orbs looking around..in the rearview mirror I watch Coral, her eyes soaking up the image around us. They look happy. I take off down the driveway as they begin talking to each other. Their excitement is palpable.

"Look at that building!"

"Did you see that demoness"

"What is that drink?"

"Oh my, look at his arms" at this I look over at Amber-a growl escaping from my mouth. Her look of surprise meets my eyes and a dollop of fear shivers down her spine. "His arms looked like a scaled horse, it was ugly" she tried to explain. I ignore her and keep driving. When we get to the coffee shop I help Coral out of the car and walk in, holding her hand. I don't look back at Amber, and I don't hold the door for her either. I know I am acting a bit childish, but my possessive feelings are in turmoil. My bride was checking out another demon in my presence.

I order Coral a fruity drink that she said looked good, Amber's face was downcast and she was fiddling with her hands in agitation. "Speak, what do you want?"

"I want to try your favorite...master" look at her trying to get on my good side. I order two frozen mocha cappuccinos, one with extra whipped topping.

"Coral, when our orders are ready grab them, I'll return quickly" My brides are at a table, observing the buildings and demons outside.

I go outside. I have a small mission for myself. I leave my ride parked and walk back the way we came. I see the demon my brides mentioned. Dude was not having a good day.

He was partially changed, his human half from the waist down, and his demon from the waist up. His arms were so long they reached the ground. He was loud as he switched from cursing to spell incantations.

His day was about to improve, so was mine.

I kept moving so that he would walk into my embrace if I so desired. The demon finally realized something was up. His head moved around looking for the presence he could feel finally finding me.

My smile was genuine.

Maintaining my human look, my strides even and relaxed, I stared into his eyes. Silently I'm chanting the spell for soul harvesting and containment. No time like the present to practice.

This poor SOB is still cursing, but he sees me as an outlet.

Who could have predicted that today, was a good day.

I begin singing on the green sidewalk " I torture you...Take my hand through the flames...I torture you...I'm a slave to your games, I'm just a sucker for pain...I wanna chain you up...I wanna tie you down...I'm just a sucker for pain..."

Several demonesses look over at me-smelling my mood-some are brave enough to begin walking towards me. I'm not ready to make a demoness my bride yet, so I have zero interest in their interest-I brush off their overly friendly hands, smile down and say "F*ck Off" in my sweetest voice. They huff off in vexation. I am strong and they can smell it, which in turn makes them desire me...

I have who I want, and I don't want him for anything but practice.

The demon's green orbs begin to glow with a tinge of red. Mine respond in turn, my normal red horizontal pupils meet his stare, flames licking out. I finally reach him. As he is making his move I dodge faster than his eyes can see and cut off one of his limbs. Blood spurts out of his shoulder socket in rivulets. I pass by his back and tear off the other limb. The demons that are near are soaked in his purple red blood. The smell is delicious. Since my hands are full, I grab with neck with my mouth, biting in increments as his blood spurts down my throat and I absorb his essence. Dude is making all kinds of noises and sounds in his death throes.

I finish the silent incantation and feel his soul enter my chest cavity as I finish draining his body of all blood. An upper level demon's essence is powerful. I feel an instant rush of his abilities pour into me. This feeling is divine. I release a bit of poison into the bite, and his body begins to dissolve. The onlookers rush past.

I'm a bit different, and they are getting a small example of how my abilities are vastly superior to theirs. But, it's not time for me to conquer Faeton yet, since this level doesn't have a 'boss.' How can an alpha rule alphas?

They can't. This level you have the strong versus the stronger. Those that are the strongest naturally have nothing to fear. That is not my goal though. My goal and the prophecy that foretold my birth have all signified that I will...forget it.

I look at the rushing demons and head back to the coffee shop...imagine a star symbol and a picture of a male deer, a buck...that is the symbol above this coffee shop...I think it's weird that what is labeled in symbols is spelled out in words in the human dimension. I ponder the age old question, what came first....the chicken or the egg?

I have the demons arms still in my hands as I walk back to my brides. They are sitting at the table enjoying their drinks and actually talking in a friendly manner. I never realized how animated Coral was as she talked.

Granted I didn't really listen when she talked.

Cool fact: females of this dimension will leave a demon flat if a stronger demon wants her, because her strength depends on the demon she is screwing. If a stronger demon than me walked in here and asked them to go with him, I wonder what their answer would be"? Anyways, these bitches are using me the same as I am using them.

But Amber is different. I will kill that b***h before she can even think of leaving me. She is my bride, my future.

"You stared so long at his arms, eat it" I hand each an arm. Coral looks up and licks her lips. She instantly puts the fruity tea down and begins to eat the arm. His upper echelon abilities will help her evolve. She's greedy for growth.

Amber takes the arm with a look of disgust, but she too begins to eat it, staring into my eyes the entire time. Corals white outfit has spatters of blood on it. Amber's is still clean, she is licking the blood before it can drop. The site is absolutely erotic and my c**k is responding, her look of disgust adds to my heat.

I drink my frozen cappuccino while they finish eating.

I don't know how Amber survived for so many centuries without a demon mate, but she did, which means she had to of consumed demons.

The females have a couple of ways to grow: 1. eating demons 2. drinking blood (a lot of blood) 3. getting marked by a mate (fastest way and most chosen) 4. sex

If a female combines all four, usually with the help of her mate, she can grow at the same rate of speed as him. Females who are chosen as first bride has a higher chance of evolving faster. But if a demon spreads his seed evenly...then all the brides have the same opportunity. Gellos and demonesses want to be favored by their demon lords as it enables them to grow faster.

Now that Amber and Coral are my brides, they will get all four methods to evolve and most of their abilities will come from my essence, and I plan to favor both as often as I can...

Amber is truly mine. She waited for hundreds if not thousands of years for the strongest demon. I will make her a queen to rule by my side, or I will kill her, but she will never leave me. She chose me.

Amber finishes the meat, all that is left is the bones. I reach over and grab her thick wavy hair, the blue tendrils wrapping around my dark sepia skin color and I penetrate her mouth with my tongue. She tastes sweet, her natural delicacy oozing out past the demons blood and I suck her saliva into my mouth.

If demons could feel love, this would be love.

Coral finishes her arm and grabs the bone out of my hand from Amber's feast and takes them both to the trashcan. I start laughing. My brides are truly adorable.

The rest of the day is relaxed as we walk and tour the city. I buy several magical stones and gems that their eyes focus on. Ambers tastes tend to the stones that store magic, necessary for potion making. Coral's tastes align with the gems that align with stealth or silence.

My prediction was right for both of them, Coral will be an amazing assassin, and Amber will be a top notch potion master.

We head home at dusk. I am ready to practice with my dad. The demons soul is violent inside me-he is angry that I killed him, but pissed that I took his soul. He knows that he will be made a tool for the rest of his existence. His fight has kept me happy all day, the brides seemed to have enjoyed their outing, we spent quality time together, I even fed them an upper echelon demon.

Yes, today was a good day.