Chapter 257 – Meeting the Second Patron Goddess

*** Alzi ***

"You got so big so fast," the Princess says. "I'm hardly showing, and you are looking ready to pop."

"I've looked like this for a while now," I say. Geta pushed the Princess to show up in the medical tent with a note I still can't read to prove it was Geta asking. Shyla read it, but she could be in on the lie.

"I know. Just, you may pop even before Isda does if your new skills factor into the pregnancy. Isda's growth was slow and steady. You seem to visibly change every day, dear. I'm sorry you have to be at war for this pregnancy. Next time, if you wish for a next time, you will get to relax for it. I'll do everything I can to make it a calm pregnancy for you."

The Princess did at least come at the end of the day. The fighting is ramping up again. Plenty of nobles coming in with all kinds of stupid injuries besides poison again. I've forced Shyla to shut up about me healing some of the commoners at the end of the day. I just normally give one a kid to help get my mana back.

A smart move, I say. They are a lot kinder to me than the nobles. Not that the nobles are still mean. After weeks, with the only death being during my wife's injury, they have to admit that I know what I'm doing. Or have enough mana to force my way to work.

"Elora, are you sure this ends when I give birth?" I ask. She made me get in the bed with her, cuddling in her stupid arms. I can feel my kids react to their little sister behind me.

"I'm not," the Princess says. "But I am hoping to capture Lomlen before you give birth. I hope that will be enough pressure to end the war. We'll keep the kid and the city, which should force them to back off. If Esiyae is still alive, then you can decide what to do with her."

"If I want to watch her burst?"

"I won't make you save her. But the Royal Healer may still save her for the kids. Depends on what is needed for peace."

"Is the healer married to your mother?"

"Yes. She is one of my mothers. She just really likes the title and does a lot of work that has little to do with the Queen's work. But, yes, I can call her Mother Rosemary if I wish."

"I want to sleep," I say.

"Yes, we both have things to do. Sorry for coming in here, dear. I'm proud of how well you've taken this on. I was a bit scared when Lady Oriphusa left, and you had to do so much. Even the Royal Healer has more helpers to organize everything for her, yet your numbers are close to hers. Thank you. Everyone appreciates you keeping us alive, and I'm sorry it comes with giving out kids. I'm doing what I can to track the numbers and will make sure they count toward the kids for this year. You likely won't have to do any parties this year at least."

"I guess," I say. I didn't think about that. "When did the year change?"

"Last week. We'll do an actual celebration when the war is over, or we get a break. I want our first new year celebration to be a happy moment, as a family. Not one with a war hanging over our shoulders."

"You need to stop holding me," I say. "Is the new year really something you can just move?"

"Yes. There is no Goddess who holds the celebration, so it gets moved around. A few Queens have even moved the official day around before," the Princess says, letting me go. "We should have a break when we capture Lomlen, and we can marry your mother then."

"Sure, sure," I grumble. Shyla has to come over to help me get off the bed. I could do it, but the struggle is a bit embarrassing. This isn't the first time Elora's visited me for a check-up on her kids and then just talked. Inanos comes as well, but she has a reason to worry. Four may be too much for Gloomy to take.

I do have to wonder why Geta hasn't come by if she wants the Princess to be checked out so often. She is really not selling the lie if she doesn't come by every once in a while.

"Goodbye, my love," Elora says, easily getting off the bed behind me. "Thank you, Shyla, for taking care of my dear wife. I heard about your pregnancy as well. Congratulations. I will have another maid come to relieve you if needed. Isda did report Calli and herself are doing well."

"Thanks," I say. I really need to find a way to replace Annoris with Calli.

I give one last look over the commoners as the Princess leaves. Many of the injured got sent away a little while ago. But even with my extra healing, their numbers are growing back. There is not enough time and mana in the day to heal them all.

"Ready, my Lady?" Shyla asks after putting my coat on.

"Yes," I say.

I waddle back and do our daily mana regeneration again. Now, with her getting pounded. Then I fall asleep in her arms, my belly making it too odd to hold her.

...

"I knew that bitch saw you first," stirs me awake.

A woman in very revealing clothing stands over me, Shyla missing from my tent. The clothing seems to resemble some sort of Priestess clothing, but I haven't seen that many Priestesses before.

"You offered her a kid," the sexy Priestess says. "Gave her so much, and yet very little has come my way."

"Who are you?" I ask. "Who are you talking about?"

"Hmph, Fertility really scared my angel that much? You don't even know about your patron Goddess."

"What do you mean? Everyone says I'm the Champion of Fertility. But what is going on? How are you here? The army doesn't have a Priestess, I think." My limbs feel heavy, struggling to listen to my commands. My nightgown is gone yet again. "What is going on?"

"I am finally meeting my Champion. For too long, everyone has been talking about Fertility. Fertility is this and that. Oh, what will Fertility do or think? What about me?" the Priestess says as she saunters over to my side from the entrance of my tent. "What about Sex? They all love it. They all partake in the act. There is more to sex than those stupid devils. Have they all forgotten about the Goddess that lets Fertility take place? No, they threw me out with the devils. Yet they seem to let the devils back in and forgot about little old me. I'm not even considered when an unknown champion is walking around. I'm so much more than a physical act. It can be a show of love, an act for children, the ultimate show of power, or a method of torture. So much, and they threw me away so thoroughly my angel couldn't find my old temples for the longest time. I was ready to cast this collar to the side, but no. Here you are, still a sex slave. Scared of your patron Goddess."

"Why can't I move?" I ask. The woman straddles my waist, my member stiffening for the beautiful intruder.

"For your safety, my dear champion."

"How are you here? Don't I need to be in a temple?"

"Isda has been a good angel finally and has given me enough power to spare to come down here. Fertility has done this before. Do you not remember? She messed with your tattoo and got a child from you. But she didn't even introduce herself? Well, I am Sex, a Goddess and one of your two patrons," the Goddess says. Her hand moves to my tattoo as well. I'm sure it's to mess with it somehow.

"What do you want?"

"Still scared?"

"You gave me the sex skills, didn't you?"

"You are my Champion. You've mastered my craft. I couldn't be prouder, dear," she says. The soft hand runs over my womb now, a primal heat following behind. "What I need in a champion. All your abilities are stronger than they should be due to my influence. You've kept so many women alive in this camp due to my abilities. My extra power. Sex is a ritual that harnesses so much more power. Without me, what would you be? A woman who is too afraid to get in bed with women and use your power. Weak and hopeless. Your mother would never have returned your love the right way without me helping you express it correctly. I got you through your time in the brothel. Fertility just made you a dick everyone wanted."

"I don't want it! I don't want any of this. I just want to be with my Mommy," I cry out. Tears start to blur the pretty face hovering over me. "Just let me go."

"Too late, dear. Too late. We have you, Fertility from before you were born, and me the second you came out of your mother's womb. You were destined to be powerful. What more could you want? Ten years will be nothing to you. Ten years have propelled you into one of the strongest healers in the world. Perfect control over Fertility. Even the dying can orgasm under your touch. You are perfect, my Champion. Nothing more is needed. Nobody comes into the world wanting what they will get. Sure, the nobles who never face a single hardship will say they do, but they are just content with their lives. Everyone has to struggle to find their place. Struggle to get what they want. You've been handed the power to do that. Grab what you want."

I feel her slick sex running along my cock. I guess it would be weird to have a meeting with Sex without having sex. My body seems ready to accept her. But I've found someone I can blame for my troubles, at least.

"Take what you want," the Goddess says. "Just like I did when you were a kid and just as I'm going to do now. The lower realm feared me and abandoned me for no reason. So I'll give them a reason. You'll sit on the top, doing as you please with all the strongest women in this realm fucking whoever you wish. Doing as you please."

I don't last a second inside her. All my control is gone while inside the divine being of Sex. I try for my revenge. I shoot out my mana for her womb, and I find it as she keeps riding my cock. I can hardly concentrate as the perfect body bounces on my cock. Her perfect tits bounce around in my vision, doing their best to steal my focus. But I need to do this.

I repeat what I've gotten so used to doing. Eggs spilling into her womb. My sperm doesn't even need my help attacking the Goddess's eggs. They know how to behave now, even pushing the eggs into place. Everything I want. A future immobile Goddess.

My focus wanes as orgasms rack through my body, my nerves on fire from the pleasure.