Chapter 311 – A Good Distraction

The excitement of everything caught up to Irlo and wore her out quickly, actually ending up with her sleeping next to Contract before Fertility sent us back to the lower realm.

"Is everything alright?" Nanoka asks.

"Yes, Irlo is just a champion now," I say. "And on that topic, Space asked me a little while ago to take a Kitsune to her who has the space affinity. I'm guessing you have that affinity."

"I do," Nanoka does. "But use it on someone younger. These markings on my tail are from my Goddess. I do not need any more markings now. Even as a Champion, I won't grow enough to make it worth wasting that on me. My daughter, or better yet, someone from the younger generation, they'll get more out of becoming a Champion. If I were younger, I would love it, but now I'm too old to take up that role. I'm just the second strongest of the Kitsune and soon to be third, and I'll only continue to fall as the years pass by, even with that great honor."

"I'll have to think about it, then," I say. Nanoka seems to actually be paying attention to me, but I guess it makes sense to give it to someone who can grow stronger. Irlo and Destruction are asleep, so there isn't really much for us to do here. "Should we go back?"

"Sure," Nanoka says, taking us back to the nursery.

"Is Irlo hurt?" the Queen asks.

"Why are there so many women in here? Get them out," I say. "Now! My children need to sleep peacefully." I'm guessing they are all guards due to the pointy things they're holding. Damn women trying to kill my babies.

"Leave," the Queen says. "What happened?" The guards move quickly and try to keep quiet, but they can only do so much with all the metal they're wearing. Why couldn't Yuki be here?

"Irlo touched the Goddess of Destruction and became the Champion of Destruction," I say. "I just went to Fertility to have a Goddess who can speak explain it. Irlo is fine." Damn bitch! My babies are starting to cry from all the stupid fucking noise.

"Let me have Irlo," the Queen says. "I'll take her to her room to sleep. Thank you, Nanoka, for helping. Sorry for storming the room, but a missing Princess after unknown divine mana is felt on the castle grounds is scary when we are fighting Goddesses. I'll leave my maids here to help you calm the children down. I am sorry for disturbing them. I overreacted."

"I'm happy you care about her," I say. Be nice until the war is over, Alzi. And then... And then I'm marrying her. Am I going to end up being married to the entire world?

The Queen leaves, and four maids stream in. Sarania is already helping her daughter, and Destruction is still asleep. So, I should handle the other Goddess for now, leaving just Anza, Uktok, and Tirlo to the maids. My babies calm down quickly in my presence and go back to sleep. Thankfully, two of the maids stick around, promising to help through the night.

I did promise to keep Sarania pregnant, and it's been a few days since she gave birth. "Sarania, let them handle the children," I say. "Join me tonight."

"Thank you, my Mistress," Sarania says. "I was planning on ending up in your bed, and I have an idea about how to spice it up."

"Then lead the way."

"Yes, my Mistress."

It is a bit silly to have her lead me one room over, but it is the proper way to do things. At least, I think it is. However, it does help me when I find Osanna's wife in my bed. She has to be close to her due date. Her eyes flick between me and Sarania, her hands trying to hide her belly.

"Asariel," Sarania says. "You are a natural bottom, right?"

"Yes," the woman says.

"You wish to serve your Mistress, right?"

"My Mistress is my wife."

"You wouldn't want your Mistress's Mistress to be left unsatisfied, right?"

"I've started to feel contractions," Asariel says. "Please, be gentle."

"Was your Mistress gentle to my Mistress?" Sarania says, her clothing switching from her kind of normal clothing to some simple strings that just barely hide her privates.

"No."

"My Mistress, what do you think?"

Fuck, why couldn't you have made it easy and just brought up Osanna? Doing it this way is confusing! "Are you sorry?" I ask.

"I enjoyed it, and she never did things I didn't enjoy. I didn't know it was that bad for you," Asariel says. "I'm sorry. I should've asked about your treatment."

"You weren't always there," I say. "But why are your bounds my bounds? Fine, we can play, and I'll be careful with my kid on the way. Strip her, Sarania."

"Yes, my Mistress. Be a good girl now." Sarania takes a few steps, her shoes getting replaced with some massive heels as she starts to strut over to my bed. Her tail flicks around, taunting the dragon that needs to put a baby in her again.

Asariel doesn't fight Sarania, letting my servant reveal her pregnant body. She is just wearing a simple dress, so it doesn't take much to strip her. "Go present yourself to our Mistress. And I don't want to hear you say that devil is your Mistress. Tonight, my Mistress is your Mistress. Your body is hers for the rest of your life. You shouldn't have let my Mistress be forced to be a bottom like you. You should've known better. And now, you will get to spend a night with her owning your body. Your bounds are whatever she wants them to be."

"Yes," Asariel says, kneeling before me. "Let me pay for my mistakes, my Mistress."

I guess this is how we are doing this. I do need to harden myself and start getting my revenge, or the Mistress is just going to cry a bit, and I'll let her go. I can have some fun with Asariel while I get my servant pregnant. "Your wife gave me plenty of tools to have fun in bed."

"I know. She still has more."

I pull out the green rope. I don't know what is special about it, but I'm sure it isn't as bad as the black rope. Maybe it's just like the normal red rope, but Sarania gives me a sexy smile when I pull it out, so I doubt that. "Get on the bed," I command. "While your body prepares to bring a child of mine into the world, I shall create another in my servant, and you will be our entertainment."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Bed."

The pregnant woman crawls to the bed. "Sarania," I say. "Shyla will kill me if I pull this dress into my tattoo."

"Yes, my Mistress."

Sarania quickly gets her Mistress naked and ready to join the fun. I'll let her keep the strings on for a bit. We need to get our toy prepared for the main event.

I shouldn't put Asariel on her back, at least not without raising her up a bit, but I'll let out some healing mana and keep watch over her. I do the typical thing and tie her limbs to the corners of the bed, and then tie up her tits. Sarania just teases the toy, her hands gently tracing circles over Asariel's skin and teasing over Asariel's nipples and pussy as I tie the restraints.

Sarania's tail finally gets bored and finds my pussy. Greedy thing. I guess it just wishes to thank her Mistress for setting up a beautiful toy for us. "Just tease my clit for now," I say. "We need to play with the toy before we dive in."

The curiously little tail actually listens to me this time, flicking, circling, and thoroughly enjoying my clit, but it doesn't dive deeper.

"Fuck," I moan out. "How is your tail this good? You aren't even looking at me."

"I'm a succubus, my Mistress. What do you expect?" Sarania says. "I think I've teased her enough. How should we start?"

"She doesn't need to see what we'll do, so go have her put her tongue to work," I say. "And I want access to your tongue." I don't want Sarania just kissing the toy; she should be able to kiss her lover. Sarania quickly gets into position, her tail refusing to leave my pussy alone. Her thick thighs leave Asariel's head no option but to play with the juicy pussy in front of it. Lucky girl. "What does the green rope do?"

"It remembers the first strike of pain the woman feels and forces it through the woman's body at random intervals," Sarania says. "Fuck yes. Just like that, bitch. The perks of having a trained bottom around."

Now I need something painful. A paddle, crop, or flogger?

I pull out a thin wooden stick and line it up across her breasts. Sarania gets a devilish smile, watching me line it up. You have to move fast to get the best results, and I want the best. I flick my wrist, and a woosh comes from the stick just before a great whack rings out as it slaps into her nipples. Just because the rope only remembers the first hit doesn't mean that's the only time I can hit her. I keep going, giving her thin red lines across her engorged breasts. Based on Sarania's intoxicating moans, our little toy doesn't stop her tongue because of the pain, like a good girl.

I should reward her a bit for that. My left hand finds her wet folds. Clearly, the little masochist is loving this. I can just listen for her stupid little moan to know when the rope reminds her of my first strike. Her pussy readily welcomes the intruders inside.

"You're such a good little toy," I whisper, my thumb finding her clit. I move the wooden stick to her thighs, as her breasts are plenty red already.

This bitch was worried about what we would do, but she's this fucking wet from all of this. She just wanted to feel like we would fuck her up. I don't think you have any boundaries, you masochistic bitch. She must want more pain.

I leave her pussy alone for a few seconds and pop out a little plug for her ass. I just rub it over her folds and let her lust lube it up. "Hump it, bitch," I order. She proves she's a good girl, working hard to get the plug ready for her ass.

The hardest part about putting it in will be that her ass is hidden from me. But no matter, I'll force it in somehow. The worst part about all of this is that I have to find a way to truly punish her after this.