Chapter 333 – Getting the Details

"I need a contract," Lensa says. "I'm not trusting a whore to keep her promises."

"This whore has the mark of Contract showing for the world," I say. "But fine, we can put down the number of kids that will fill your womb on paper. But you just increased the count."

'Um, hey, Space. Can you come up with a good contract for this? Not all the details, but the general idea would be great. I want to impress some people.'

'Sure, dear. That would be fun. Just buy me a second.'

"I did no such thing," Lensa says. "The most I'll carry for a dragon is twins. I have a husband who is more than capable of getting me pregnant if I desire more kids."

"What the fuck do you mean, twins?" I chuckle. "Two? A woman of my Skills giving a bitch Queen just two kids? No, that won't do. Double digits, at least, and most of the kids will grow up with me as well. A third can stay with you. For this, I will order Azula never to communicate how to get into your realm and never change this agreement unless it is required to save your realm, and you won't join Nature and Justice in their attack on me or the lower realms. Of the kids we both parent, one will be chosen to become the Queen, with us both agreeing on which child will be the Queen of Edeozia. If we can't agree on the kid, with neither of us purposefully disagreeing to force this clause to be enacted, then I will get you pregnant again with at least the same number of children until we do agree on a child to rule the Edeozia Queendom."

'Thank you, Space, dear.' To say everyone is surprised by my little contract would be stating the obvious. I would never think of that last clause or word it like that. I'm not happy about only getting to raise two-thirds, but I have to agree that it is the best way to get this over with faster. Lucky bitch.

"And if someone is purposefully disagreeing?" Lensa asks.

"If I am purposefully disagreeing, then your choice stands. If it is you who is causing the disagreement, then we double the count and go again," I say. Hopefully, that isn't too crazy or weird.

"How would we know? You're asking for us to know when the other is lying," Lensa says, shaking her stupid pale head.

"My daughter, obviously. She enforces contracts," I say. Elora takes my hand and gives it a soft squeeze. She still has her armor on, some magic hiding most of her belly from the world. I can give her something for trying to support me.

"How would she know if we were disagreeing in bad faith? And you've still failed to state the count or what will happen while the kids are growing."

"Your daughter would fill in for now, obviously. And we can work out the count. I think eighteen is a fair number. That can be divided evenly into three groups," I say, looking at Sarania. She gives me a small smile to let me know that my math is right. My 'flash' of brilliance may have been a mistake. Now I really can't make a mistake.

"No. What are you on about? You should be following up with at most three after I said twins. This isn't going to work," Lensa says. "Three. No more. We should do twins, and then we can each have one to raise."

The crowd of nobles is starting to leave, the Queen's harem directing them towards the gate again. A bit unfortunate, as I would've loved to force this bitch to mate in front of them.

"Now, Alzi, eighteen is a lot for those who don't have your tattoo and Skills," the Queen says. "How about twelve, or nine? Six is also a great option if we wish to keep the options open and have a specific affinity in mind for the next Queen. That would increase the odds for us all and allow us to actually double the count. More than thirty would kill a woman."

"Six?! What are you on about? No, I'm bending enough by going down to eighteen. It's clear that the rot stems from the main line. This should be a punishment."

A few of my wives give out little chuckles behind me. Some of the Queen's harem seem to consider the event over, walking back to the castle, but Nesh and Lotus stick around. Yet another kid of mine who is being put at risk here. I hope we don't start fighting again.

"I'm bending by even thinking about fifteen. I'm happy to increase the count back up to eighteen, and you'll stick around and let me keep you alive with some of my Skills. The threat of thirty-six would make it so we won't have any problems agreeing on the next Queen when the time comes."

"Hey! What should I do with the bitch's head?" Victoria asks. "And her fucking body, or is a damn maid coming by to take care of this shit? Sorry if you had some damn plan to keep the fucking blood from staining the fucking wood, your Royal Highness." Everyone turns their heads to the beautiful warrior standing on the platform, holding the bitch's head by her hair, blood slowly dripping from the clean cut.

"You really don't know how to speak when among high society," the Queen groans. "I'll have some maids clean it up. Thank you for taking care of it."

"Yes, thank you, dear," I say. "I was worried we would forget about her."

"Does this mean I can fucking go now?" Victoria asks, tossing the head back towards the collapsed body on stage.

"I guess?" I say. "I'm not sure how this all works. I don't think we need you to get this one to understand that she's walking away with more than three kids in her womb. I mean, she has to understand that there is a reason why none of her daughters have gotten pregnant in a while without a ritual. She is standing before the Champion of Fertility, after all. Maybe ask some of the people present?"

"We haven't been trying for kids," Lensa says, narrowing her eyes at her disowned daughter. "What do you mean?"

"Mother, because of Elenaril's actions against Alzi. And mine, I guess. But mainly Esiyae's actions. Royals can not conceive without the permission of Alzi or the Goddess of Fertility. You should take the kids."

"We really were right to throw you out," Lensa says. "First poison, and now, bringing down the wrath of a Goddess that doesn't do shit? Fuck, fine, fifteen."

One of the Queen's wives brings me a paper and a quill. I guess it shouldn't be surprising that they would know we should write this down. But the speed is still weird.

"Sarania," I say, trying to read the complex legal document. "Can you check this? I'm not fully able to read it."

"I'm having fifteen kids with someone who can't even read?"

"The Goddess of Writing has blessed me," I say. I really put on a great act earlier. A woman who can't read and has to have a Goddess teach her how to write came up with a decent contract on the fly. "Not everyone has the luxuries you had when growing up. I can write fairly well, but reading is a bit harder for me. I'm working on it."

"Of course, my Mistress," Sarania says, taking the paper. It is an awkward few minutes while Sarania reads the breeding contract. I don't think I'll ever get out of them. My patron Goddess is just too intertwined with breeding to let her Champion escape them. "This is what you asked for and expands upon how the Queendom will be ruled until the next Queen is named. Your slave will rule, but can not be named a Queen, basically."

"Ok," I say, taking back the paper and doing my best to sign it without a table. Hopefully, Contract will still accept this. She should be nice to her Daddy and give him a bit of leeway.

"This is crazy," Lensa mumbles, reading it over before ultimately signing the short contract. "Fine. Now what?"

"Give it here. I need to bless it or whatever it's called, and then we can just pick a time to knock you up with a great number of kids."

"Tonight. I'm not doing it here, and I'm not waiting," Lensa says, her troops melting behind her. Even the charred corpses melt onto the ground. Did she come here alone? Just how strong is the Queen of the Kitsunes or Dragons that they could take over Lensa's realm?

Shimmer, you'd better not be lying about your fucking realm helping me, or I'm going to force your womb to burst before I die. I doubt the Kitsunes will be able to defend me all that well. They seem to be led by yet another annoying and selfish Queen, and Nanoka seems too weak to protect me against a Queen, and the Dragons have a pair of them.

I kiss the paper and let my daughter take over. It really is nice that Justice isn't the one handling all of this right now. I don't even want to think about how she would twist these contracts against me.

Even with the nobles gone, there are still a lot of people around. My harem and the Queen's harems really are just too big, and soon, they're going to combine.

"That is fine," the Queen says. "The contract is in place, so we can take this at your pace. Alzi, is that alright with you?"

"Yes, I doubt Contract will be happy if I delay fulfilling my end of the deal. And I won't let you do that stupid mana semen extraction crap. You're going to have to deal with the real thing with this professional Royal Breeder."

"There we go," the Queen says. "After dinner, it will happen, and Sarania will join to make sure Alzi is safe. I know the contract had a stipulation for the safety of all parties, but there is no need to risk anything."

"That works for me," I say. I didn't really think of that. Most of my plans had us fucking here in the grass, right now. Kind of stupid how that isn't happening right now.

"Fine," Lensa says. "Show me to a room. I've been traveling for too long and could use some rest before I have to deal with this whore again."

A maid pops up from somewhere and leads the bitch Queen away. I look towards Azula to see how she is doing, and well, she must have thought her Mother would do more for her. She is just curled up in a little ball, crying while her wives try to comfort her. All that confidence about my doom is now gone with a stupid contract.

How many problems would be solved if the Queens just loved their daughters a bit more?

"Well," I say. "Who would like to see our newest kid? Mommy, do you want to come? Maybe your wives, too? I think that would be an ok group to start with." Elora shakes a little bit, likely wishing to see the kid. But she can wait.

"Yes, that sounds fun, dear," Mommy says.