I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Moving On

The Fae females cower in my arms, I guess they don’t appreciate being rescued...I mean kind of at least. s**t, like I have time to monitor all the fcking demons in this place.

In any case, these girls will be included in the auction. I cast a brief spell sending them down to the caves. 

I then move along the captive males. Some try to bow up to me. Cute. I mean, suicidal, but cute.

I blow them a kiss, making sure some of my poison leaks down my chin. I am sure the overall impression is pretty sic...or sick. Whatever. More than half lower their heads. The others are still glaring at me.

So, I decide to walk towards a few of them-an smirk plastered to my face. 

All but one lowered their heads and looked towards their feet. I like this one.

I grab him up and we translocate out of there. I can see his fellow Fae looking at him as if he is a dead man walking.

Hell no, I like spunk. In fact, depending on his performance, which I am hoping is amazing, he will be added to my ranks.

I sent out a mind-link to six of my generals. I leave Akron off my list, dude needs to level up quickly.

I send an image of the gladiator battles and the need for three more hordes to add to my legion.

Just because the Fae came when I asked them doesn't mean the war is over. 

No. The war will end once I have decimated and dominated the Fae dimension, but unlike their p***y ass bitches, I will allow them to continue making little Fae changelings, a never ending supply of flesh for my demons to consume...metaphorically or literally. I don’t give a fck which.

The part that makes my mouth water and c**k harden is to make their best soldiers mine, and I plan for this cocky little b***h to be the first. 

My generals come soon, covered in the smell of sweat, c*m, and ass or p***y. Whatever.

They look stronger too. 

I guess the Fae mates are coming in handy. Kyle brought one of the Fae with him, she has his mark on her neck and dried tears on her face. 

If I had to go by the look on her face, she is completely infatuated with the wolf. His pheromones are stronger than normal demons, and it is apparently what she wants. I watch as her hands refuse to leave him. 

The sight, odd enough, makes me happy. 

I don’t want these Fae females to be mistreated. They are our hope for a future. We need them to birth our spawn. If my demons are too mean then that would not look good to the other dimensions.

In any case, a millennium ago we were all one people, but never the same race. Demons were the darkness, the Fae light. Together a balance was created. A balance they destroyed when they decided to change everything. 

I guess living amongst demons was too gruesome, so they created another dimension. The spellwork costs the lives of millions, from both races.

That is a s**t ton of intent-to be willing to kill not only the “enemy” but your own people to make a new destiny.

Thing is, destiny can be a b***h. Call me destiny cause I am going to right all the wrongs. The fae had thousands of years to prepare for this day. I’ve had only a few years, but fate is on my side.

Shit, look at me getting all sentimental. 

I smile over at the Fae female, her hands still as she moves in even closer to Kyle. This is good.

“I want to hold another gladiator battle, but I want the Fae males to participate, starting with this one.” I push the male to the center. “What’s your name, soldier?” 

I ask, but I doubt he will answer.

My generals are patient as they wait for his response. 

I watch as their patience begins to dissipate. Fraz is the first to move. He cups the males face in his hands and begins to squeeze. 

We watch as the male stands his ground.

“See! He is magnificent!” I exclaim. The generals look at me as if I have a few screws loose. Of course I do, s**t, I just combined Hell and received another prophecy, fcked Akrons two mates so that he could level up, now I am planning on expanding my legion.

In no way is any of this normal.

I would kill a b***h for fcking my Brides! They are mine, with a capital MINE. I can say that they were made for me. All seven were made just for my pleasure. And they give me more pleasure than any demon ever could. They are sublime.

“We will need to begin training the Fae, we can’t have them all eaten and beaten during the competition, besides...this male will  be a strong asset. I command you all to make him a strong asset” I look at their faces, a mix between what the fck and how the hell is that possible. It’s a good mix. I’m sure they will exceed my expectations. “He’s all yours. You can go to the concentration camp and see if any other Fae catch your attention. I will leave it to you. It’s time for me to go greet my beautiful brides.” I begin to chant to leave, when  one more thought hits me. “Ah, also, you need to find them housing...make sure they can’t leave.” I then cast my spell and arrived back home.

Before I enter my home I jump into the deep, dark water. 

I can feel my pores sucking in the magic and cleaning me from the inside out. The feeling is surreal but epic. 

Though my brides know I helped Akron by...slapping cheeks with his mates...I don’t need them to smell those bitches on me. s**t, I still want to enjoy their flesh all night long.