*** Alzi ***

The tenth woman today who's gotten pregnant. This is going to be the strangest population boom ever. Just months after the massive drop, women from all over are going to be giving birth to my kids. I'll have to have a tour just so I can see them all, and maybe give out some healing as well. Perhaps a third body, Space? It would help me out a bit. One meant to breed, maybe? Keep Azula nice and happy that way.

Ok, maybe not one for breeding. One for taking care of my wives? That should work. They'll all be tired from the kids and pregnancies. I should have a body to help them relax and feel them up and get them ready for, um, bed? Not breeding. Just bed and taking care of our kids and the Queendoms. I should add that part.

"Alzi," Lensa says. This fucking bitch is back. Did her stupid daughter time it? "You knew this would happen."

"What is this?" I ask. "I have important shit to deal with."

"Did you not hear your Queen?" Lensa says.

"Ehm, sorry to interrupt this useless discussion," Kou says. "But we need to get you dressed, My Princess. Queen Lensa, if you would like to have a meeting with my Princess, we can schedule one for later. Right now we have business with a war."

"This isn't your realm," Lensa says.

"Ladies," Geta says. "What the fuck is this? Alzi, go to Shyla and get dressed. Lensa, you can't be this stupid. Trying to start a fight in a temple with me right here?"

"I'm pregnant! With fifteen kids, and I'm told they're going to tear me apart. Of course I'm doing it right fucking now!"

"If that is all, then you can go," Kou says. "Alzi's second body could use some help with the children, and it is clear you need some help learning to be a good Mother. I have experience under your kind, as you know. Go there, and Alzi will be able to help you when you go into labor in a few months. You aren't even showing, yet you are acting worse than Esiyae is, and she is getting split apart right now. Yesterday, it was confirmed that her bladder had burst from the pressure, and that is just the latest organ failure that idiot has had. You'll live, now go to the nursery, and one mistake and you'll have to buy Alzi's help in the labor."

That seems fair. It would be a good thing to teach this asshole how to be a mother. Throwing away Azula so easily and giving me all the problems with dealing with her. Could've saved us all a lot of time and pain if she were just an ok Mother.

"You're calling me..."

Kou waves me away, and Shyla is waving at me, so I let Kou handle the ice elf. I need to figure out what is going on. Petra is busy passing out a bunch of potions, and Queen Yumanea is around in all black for some reason. Hopefully, Shyla knows what is going on.

"Sorry, Your Highness," Shyla says. "They asked me not to get involved due to the pregnancy and the limited space. Shall we get you dressed for a ritual? They say it'll happen tomorrow morning, but the preparation seems to be a ritual for you. Just need to pick a fabric that can handle the blood."

"That sounds nice, but why?"

"Remember how the army is now next to the city? Well, the beasts that caused them to retreat so much are running here, and we need them to die before they reach. So, the ritual is the highest priority, or everyone is going to die."

"Lensa?" I ask.

"I don't know anything about her. The Queen doesn't seem happy about her being here, Your Highness. Sorry, I don't know more."

"Her family is a thorn in my side."

"Her family is your family, your Highness."

"Just get me dressed."

"Of course, your Highness," Shyla says. "Come on. I need to clean you off first, then get the dress on and put the woman in their place."

It'll be great when I have just one woman to heal at a time, then I won't need to fuck them. I can just have Shyla or someone in a side room if I have to get more mana for some reason. Group sex isn't bad, but I have a group of women I love that I can satisfy instead of randoms now. But I put them here, I have to do what I can to help them. It is more fun getting the commoners pregnant instead of the nobles, for the most part. Some nobles are a bit too hurt not to be the focus of the healing. But when I can ignore them, it's great to have the eyes of women who feel that it should've been them getting pounded by my cock.

Shyla washes me off and gives me a small hug before pulling out a red and white dress and throwing it over my head. Just a few seconds, and my cock and breasts are hidden from the world again.

"Perfect, your Highness," Shyla says. "Sexy, but covered up. Perfect to show your kids, and laugh at your enemies while you cut them up."

"Thank you," I say. I will need to keep some of the sexualize dresses around, I'm a sexy woman, but these are a lot better. I just need to get to a world where I can wear underwear instead of worrying about keeping all my mana around.

"That is perfect," Kou says. "Now, time to get to the temple, My Princess. Your second body will be getting Lensa to deal with. Sorry, but she needs the lessons."

"I'm used to dealing with her type," I say. "Are my kids going to be safe?" This text is hosted at NoveI[F]ire.net

"She isn't stupid, my Princess," Kou says. "She understands that she has to deal with your rules. Geta has tempered her plans, I believe."

Her tongue better get cleaned, or I'll have her and Victoria share a bar of soap.

"Carriage!" Geta says. "Or is your wife... Your wife is ready for us. Thank you, Goddess of Space."

Space really is a great wife these days. I just need to get her pregnant again. I didn't have the opportunity to enjoy her pregnant body all that much.

"This way, our Champion," a priestess says. "They're ready for you, including Princess Elora."

"Good," I say. I'm still surprised that Elora is still around. Maybe that is why the Queen came herself? Hehe, Space snuck me away from the Queen. I can just sleep here, and the Queen won't be able to do anything about it.

It's a short walk, and I get to see Ashryn's bloody body. The lovely book written on her body that I can't read. Writing better give birth to Reading, so it was worth something to fuck her, and then I'll get marked yet again and get to read everything.

A terrible plan, but it is the best one so far to keep me from having to have Kou teach me how to read. She's helpful for meetings, but learning... Save me, Mommy.

"You have women to cut up, My Princess," Kou says. "Yes, I know you can't read the poem on their bodies. Yes, you'd best hope the Goddess of writing is born, or you will have me teaching you how to read while Aurora handles your kids and wives. Yes, I know you hate your lessons, and yes, I can see that glare. I'm coming up with better plans to help you read, but not everything is fun. But there is a war, My Princess. Please help us end it."

"You maids are annoying," I say.

"We're just helpful, My Princess," Kou says. "Like having the scalpel for you to start already cleaned and sharpened for you."

"Thanks," I say, walking over to the next owner who gets her new body. It would be nice if my life could start being easy."

"Eventually it will be. But not right now, My Princess. Well, tracing these markings should be easy," Kou says, pulling over a chair for me. Her tails wrap around my own, and the screams start again.

"Please," the woman says. "We. We never killed you. We. It..."

"Shut the fuck up bitch," I say. "All I want to hear are your screams. Anything else is just wasting your breath."

It's kind of funny that I don't know their names. Powerful women who did whatever they wanted to me are now tied down for me to cut up and prepare for their death. I wonder if there will be any seasoning or just these cuts. Will they burn? That would destroy the garden, but it would be so pretty to watch them burn. Almost as lovely as their screams and blood are right now.

"You loved to hear me scream, moan, and cry," I say. "Loved it. And I can't blame you too much, I love hearing your voice as well. Please, keep screaming. Let me enjoy these moments. I feel the skin split under my knife. The muscles and blood vessels, and everything just give way. Do it for me. Let me enjoy every moment. Cut after cut. Ashryn had one hundred cuts she had to endure; you only get seventy. Seventy lines to spill your worthless blood. It is a bit sad that I don't get to enjoy your body in the machines you loved to put me in, but I'll live with seeing you strung up on those posts. Did they show you them before taking you here? Your bodies will look delectable up there, bleeding onto the ground. What will you look like when you're dead?"

"Fuck you," the bitch spits out.

"You wish. You wish you could have me one last time, don't you? No, you'll just get this knife. Be happy I'm skilled at writing now, or this would take so much longer."

Maybe it would've been nice if Kou hadn't sharpened my knife. Instead, let a dull, rusty spoon cut out the poem. How loud would their screams be then? These are so clean. So sharp. Too pretty.

I shove my hand in one of the cuts, my finger splashing around the wriggling woman. Fertility must be doing something to keep them awake for me, letting them feel every cut.

"How does it feel to be the bitch in the chair?" I ask. If only she could answer me. Well, I think her screams are an answer.

...

The hours slipped by, each bitch singing a slightly different tune. But they were all pretty. All just what I needed to hear.

Till I got to Elora, her massive frame heavy with my child, now marked up with the same guiding lines as the rest of the brothel owners. I give her a gently kiss, and the window of her health pops up showing she really has gone into labor, but it must be the very start of it.

"Work quickly," I say. "I need our child."

"Yes, my love. I will," Elora says. "Can you promise me one thing. Please? Please tell our child I was brave when I did this. Don't tell her about me crying. Can I have that? Please Alzi? I'm scared. I'm so scared. I'm sorry."

"Shh, shh," I say, wiping away her tears. "I can give you that. I'll be gentle. Just live through the cuts. You aren't ready to push yet."

"I can take it," Elora says. "Thank you. I can do this. I can. I know I can..."

I let her mumble and cry and get to work. I start on the top left and move down, careful to keep the cuts shallow so I don't tear too much muscle. I need her to push the baby out quickly.

Elora doesn't scream like the others; her body is used to being cut up. Instead, she just cries about her failures. It's a little sad that the poem is covering up her first burn mark from my ritual. I hope enough of her body is left that I can at least get it pretty for a burial. She may have failed in being a wife, but she is protecting her people as she always wanted. She should get a real burial for that.

After the final cut, I go and check if Elora's dilated enough. It's been three hours of cutting, with how careful I had to be. Hopefully enough for her to be at least close to ready. Someone as powerful as Elora should be able to push a kid out quickly, I hope. I'm sure Kelly would laugh at me for that thought, but I really need this to go fast. I'm already...

"Well done, our Champion," a Priestess says. "Now, time to connect the outer women. You need to thread this needle and string through their second knuckles."

"I get to do more to them?" I ask. Kou gives me a soft hug, her fluffy ear rubbing against my cheek, her tails have mine completely wrapped up.

"Just this last thing," the Priestess says. "Not including the actual ritual that will burn them alive, that is. Push the needle through ten bones of each woman. They're in plenty of pain, but could use more."

Yes, yes, they are in plenty of pain. If only it could last longer. They groan all around me, each movement bringing a fresh wave of pain from their core. Blood, oh, the blood pools at their feet. I'm sure Fertility is keeping them alive for me. The only way they could have so much blood on the floor and still live. And I get to do more to them?

"Move quickly," the Priestess says. "You need to get some sleep, then in the morning they get strung up, and the end of the war will come soon after."

"I need to enjoy it."

"Of course, just do both, our Champion."