I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Sleeping Brides

Just as I am about to c*m in Aster’s face, she stops sucking on my d**k. I kind of want to roar in anger, but my mouth and tongue are too busy to respond. I feel Aster straddle my torso and lower herself on me, her clenching p***y holding my c**k firmly. The anger instantly disappears as she begins to ride me, her body fluid with a great rhythm. I begin to raise my hips as she lowers her body, intensifying my pleasure. I force myself to hold off until I feel her body begin to shudder, then I grasp her hips with one hand and pound into her until I find my release as well. Her orgasm causes a chain reaction as Violet’s sweet c*m flows down my throat and Zinnia's p***y soaks my hand with her orgasm.

Life is too good.

Aster climbs off my body and moves Violet from my face. Her rough handling causes my head to be moved around more than I like. I can feel myself growl until my horns are released. Once Aster has successfully removed her sister she leans down, wipes my face then begins to kiss me. She ends the kiss and walks over to the bed, laying on Dawn’s other side. 

While this is happening I can feel Violet and Zinnia fighting over who will be next. Zinnia shrugs her shoulders and climbs on my face, a silly grin on her face as she turns around facing her sister. Her ass and slit ready for my pleasure. 

I knew she gave up too early. She wants Violet to see her orgasm all over my face. It’s not too vindictive, and she will see Violet’s orgasm as well. 

Violet grabs my d**k in her two hands, cleans her sister's fluid from me, then begins to move up and down until I am hard once again. 

Since her pregnancy, she has become a bit of a neat freak. I’m not complaining. The bedroom and our living space always has a pleasant smell, and she always takes care of my body in the most delicious ways. 

Once I’m hard, Violet turns around so she is not looking at Zinnia and devours me  deep inside herself. I love hearing her moan, which is louder than normal, a little vindictive action for her sister to hear. The sisters begin a moaning war, which only benefits myself. I am getting off more from their noises than I would have expected.  Soon I take over, flipping my pregnant mates over and pounding first into Violet, then Zinnia, then Violet. Their holes are so tight and smell so good. 

The moans are now real as I pleasure them with my c**k, hands, and mouth, making them c*m over and over again, until Violet passes out. Then I focus just on Zinnia until she is begging me to stop. 

I chant a little spell and send them both to the bed and bring Cayte to me. I’m in so much of a rush that I chant another spell making Cayte’s body wet so that I can instantly pound into her flesh without all the foreplay. Those damn sisters have caused me to lose all reason as I consume Cayte one orgasm after another. 

Her body is coated in my c*m, inside and out before I finally feel myself begin to calm down some. I don’t know when, but my little kitty is sleeping so peacefully and I didn’t even notice as I used her body. But even in sleep, she is still pulling me to her and clinging onto me. 

It hits me.

I love my mates.

More than they love me.

That’s fcked up s**t, ya know, but I kinda like it too.

I take Cayte to the bed for her to sleep with the others.  I then look over at the four Fae. Three are sleeping, huddled together. The fourth is still watching me, a look between disgust and desire mars her face. 

Sucks to be her, or here, I guess. 

I create a little alcove with a bed and transfer the three Fae onto it, then I cast an imprisonment spell on them so they can’t leave the bedroom. 

I then take the fourth Fae and bring her with me to the shower.

She reeks of blood and fear, and I smell of s*x, violence, and my mates. 

I get the shower going and undress the girl. “What is your name?” I ask her, but she is not responding. 

I change from my humanoid shape to my human/godling form. I watch her reaction, but my nose tells me more than my eyes. She likes this body. A lot.

I don’t plan on wasting this opportunity to fck a Fae, especially a beautiful Fae that is calling to me.

I lean down and smell her neck, her body naturally leans into mine. I take my time as I remove her clothes. I miss this. My females like to stay in their natural state, as I do, so I never really have the chance of undressing them and experiencing this rush of expectations. 

Plus, I have never seen her body. I feel like a six year old unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning back in the human dimension. It’s a great feeling. When I finally get the blood soaked clothes removed I see a well endowed female with long shapely legs, perfect breasts. So perky with the most beautiful maroon n*****s puckered out. 

Her flesh has a golden tint to it, like all Fae. Her hair is matted with blood...and I wasn’t looking for details when my generals picked their four Fae, so I can’t remember what color hair she has. 

Her eyes are a beautiful light pink color, so different from the Demons of this dimension.

I don’t really understand how the Fae could choose to leave us, to break our treaty and trust, especially as I look into her innocent eyes. Too unreal to think a species that looks this adorable could cause so much destruction.

I feel the water, it is nice and warm. I lift her up into my arms and carry her into the shower, where I wash her hair and body, exploring her shape with my hands. When she is all clean, I lean down and kiss her lips. 

Her mouth opens beneath mine, drawing me in as her tongue timidly enters my mouth. Her hesitation instantly turned me on.

I feel my body reacting.

Thankfully I am well sated from my previous numerous bouts of pleasure with my mates and Akron’s mates.

I whisper against her lips and ask once again, “What is your name, Love?”

Her mouth moves beneath mine and I feel her intake of air before she responds, “Buttercup, I’m called Buttercup.”

At her words she finally wraps her arms around me, raising up on her toes. Luckily I am already bent down or her arms would never reach. I lean down further and lift her in my arms, a princess carrying as I cast a drying spell on both of us. 

I watch as her hair dries, the curls bounce and the light refracts off of her midnight black locks. The contrast of her dark hair to her silvery golden flesh and pink eyes is more than beautiful. I don’t know how I didn’t notice this Fae, she is by far the most beautiful Fae female I have seen so far. 

I bring my lips to hers once more as we walk out of the bathroom. I instantly clean the evidence from mating with my brides as I bring her over to the large, overstuffed round couch that I used earlier.

The cushions are now clean from the previous orgasms, as well as the smells.

I only want to smell her this time. I walk over and lay her down, lying next to her and bring our bodies together as I explore her body, finding the areas she likes most by the little noises that escape her. 

She likes the area behind her knees to be caressed and lightly kissed. She likes feather kisses on her neck and behind her ears. I can smell her body’s reaction getting stronger the longer I play.

Her hands timidly explore my body, feeling my muscles on my chest and abdomen, but not moving further. I want to experience her small hands wrap around my c**k, but I don’t force it, she can take her time.  I am giving her so much attention...I kind of feel bad for how I treated my beautiful brides, especially since I was a bit rough with a few...but I didn’t know they were virgins.

Fae on the other hand have high s*x drives. It is part of puberty. They typically lose their virginity at a very early age. In fact, they are well known for their parties and orgies. 

So, even though I know she is not a virgin, her body is so much smaller than mine and my Brides, I don’t want to break her. So I am making sure that she is more than wet, that she is craving my touch.