Chapter 410 – Unwanted Information

*** Victoria ***

"So when is everyone fucking waking up?" I ask. "I'm fucked tired of this cave."

"Don't be an ass," Elora says. "They've been kind to us, and Alzi has been busy dealing with Zarzi and Nanoka."

"The old fuck is with her? Why the fuck does she get to be next to Alzi?" I ask. Everyone is in the damn kitchen, with a fucking Priestess watching over us like we're going to steal the fucking salt. At least the damn breakfast is fucking good.

"She almost died and then got heavily pregnant," Syro says. "Of course, she gets to spend time with Alzi. Alzi also doesn't hate her like she hates us."

"Like you fucks. Don't lump me in with you shits," I say. "But why are we all fucking here?"

"Why are you complaining so much?" Elora asks. "I think I'm here to marry Alzi, while the others are here to keep watch over Alzi's Aunt or to be protection for Alzi. It's a bit of a guess, but that should be close."

"'Cause I'm fucking dealing with you all instead of Alzi or fucking sleeping or doing fucking anything else," I say. "It's just fucking annoying to sit here doing nothing. But sorry, I guess."

"You know that word?" Elyne says. "I think you forgot the curse word for that sentence."

"Tell Alzi about that shit," I say. "I need to show fucking progress for the damn kids."

"Oh, and the one in my arms feeding from my breast?" Elora says. "What about her?"

"Yes, those damn kids," I say.

"Ehm," the Priestess says. "The Queen is just getting some sleep. We believe she will wake up around lunch. She didn't sleep much last night. Thankfully, Zarzi's labor was over quickly with the Queen's help, and all the eggs are safe. We understand the frustration, but you should all go to the castle with the new Queen rather than separately. Outsiders shouldn't be entering the castle before the Queen has had a chance to make it her nest."

"We understand," Shimmer says. "It's just strange, being in enemy territory."

"Hardly enemy territory," Geta says. "We're in a temple, and Alzi is being called the Queen of the land."

"Speak for yourself," Shimmer says.

These bitches really do just love to fucking tear at each other's throats. They can't even fucking agree that they can feel differently from one another about this simple fucking issue.

"Fuck this," I say. "I'm going to check on the fucking Aunt."

"You don't need to worry," the Priestess says, motioning me to fucking sit back down.

"I fucking am worrying," I say. "Too many fucks have hurt Alzi. I'm not going to join that damn list right now. Not after it fucking took that damn dragon betraying her fucking sister to save Alzi." I've got the damn path memorized already. It's fucking hard to sleep with the wailing bitch, so it was easy to fucking wake up and check in on the fucker. 'Wailing bitch' may be a bit much for someone pushing out a fucking village, but if it fits, I'll fucking use it in private.

The Aunt never said a single fucking word during the entire fucking night. She just fucking glared at me like I was some bitch that hurt her. Damn thing must be going insane in the fucking cold. I wish I'd fucking packed a damn coat at least. I dared to fucking relax a bit and lessen the load in my ring for one fucking week, and I get sent to a fucking hell hole like this while fucking unprepared. But I'll fucking live. I've done this shit before. Just a few fucking hours until fucking lunch.

None of the Priestesses stops me as I walk into the fucking freezer. Just the Aunt is here in the fucking cold, and me now. It looks like she still hasn't gotten a single fucking second of sleep.

"Going to stare at me more?" the Aunt asks.

"Tired of the fucking quiet, now?" I ask. "It was fucking nice not having to hear your damn voice before. Alzi is your fucking niece, so why would you fucking betray her?"

"Fucking betray her? If she had just stayed still for a day, she would've been fine. She just can't think. She used mana before she was eighteen! It was just a day, but still, you can't do that. She should've known her mother was fine."

"What the fuck're you on about? I didn't ask a damn thing about Alzi's childhood," I say. "But that sounds like a great fucking conversation to have now."

"I deserve to be her mother. I worked hard. I shook my ass for those fucking men. I kissed their ass, married other women, and all of that. What kind of justice is there when the lonely sister gets blessed with a child of her own blood?! I wanted any child, and she got pregnant without us even knowing who the father was. I deserved all of that. I worked for all of that. Why was my hard work ignored? And then the kid came out even more special. Why her? What did my sister do to deserve any of that? To earn any of it? She couldn't even marry someone. And then the kid had an affinity. My sister was supposed to be a nobody, but then even the elders wouldn't tell her off after that stupid kid was born. The idea was simple. It just came to me. Take control of the kid. Take what I've earned. Get justice against the sister who did nothing, but got everything."

"Fuck, pick a fucking story and stick with it," I say. "What the fuck did you mean by 'wait a fucking day'?"

"My sister, in her infinite luck and bullshit, was fine after a day," the Aunt says. "But the kid, due to my sister's ineptitude, ran off anyway and sold herself. Why didn't she come running into my arms? I deserved her. I earned her!"

"Shit!" I say. "Alzi sold her ass for fucking nothing, and you're bitching that she didn't sign her life over to you? Fuck. I knew I was better off leaving my damn family behind. I don't think a single fucking woman around here has a nice fucking family. You all want to fuck each other over just to feel better. Are you going to start crying about the fucking injustice of being locked up? Fucking pathetic. You should've known about the damn bitch breaker between your niece's legs. If you had a damn brain, you would've just helped your fucking sister raise Alzi, and you'd get your fucking child in your old age as a damn thank you. Fucking idiots. You can't fucking think farther than a damn week ahead."

"I'm a damn Champion," the betrayer says.

"I figured that shit out already," I say. "Think I can't figure out that a damn nobody that held her own against three fucking nobles had to have become a Champion to get her fucking power? I'm not fucking stupid."

"I wasn't a fucking nobody!"

"You were a fucking nobody. You're still a damn nobody. I don't know your damn name, and I don't plan on ever learning that shit. I've heard enough out of your ass. Time to get some fucking sleep."

Despite this being a giant fucking cave, there isn't a single rock around to throw at the bitch. Not even a damn pebble. So a coin will have to fucking do. I fucking hurl it at her head, hitting her forehead with the flat side of the coin and sending her right to sleep. And now she's fucking bleeding.

Fuck! Do I fucking tell Alzi about all of that shit? This bitch...

*** Alzi ***

"Well done, hatchling," Dragon says.

"Hatchling?" I ask. I'm already naked, so I just have to walk forward and slip into the lava pool she's resting in.

"Do you prefer 'little one'?" Dragon asks.

"I have a..."

"My dragon gave you that mate. Don't try to show off before me, hatchling. You got lucky, nothing more. Phrogni wanted your kids more than she loved her sister, and my dragon still cares about the original goal enough to save you from becoming the phoenix's mate. Of course, if she didn't show up at all, you would've been completely safe, and she didn't really have a true reason to be there anyway, so I'm calling that last day of the war a wash. So, as I said, well done. You came out on top. There was a bit more fucking than I thought would happen, but it worked, and you didn't disgrace yourself. Sex and kids are your nature."

"I'm more than that," I say, slumping down against her belly, which gently rocks me with her breath.

"Part of your nature," Dragon huffs. "You are a bold girl as well. I can't forget about you sitting on Death's lap. She won't shut up about that. It's annoying, hearing about that over and over again. Thank you for coming to help your mate."

"I want my kids and Zarzi," I say. "I went a bit overboard with her."

"A bit? Girl, she's only the third dragon to live after having a hundred eggs inside of her. Be gentle next time and limit it to fifty, or let her do live births with twenty or something. Zarzi can't participate in the ritual to make it easier to carry broods."

"Do they work?" I ask. "Only three have lived before."

"Of course they work. Otherwise, how would they get so many kids without your fertile cock? It just helps them get pregnant and then survive until labor. But it doesn't do anything for them in the labor itself. You'll have to do that or ask Fertility about what it takes to survive giving birth to them."

I should've known this wasn't going to be easy. "Who am I going to be helping if Zarzi can't handle broods?"

"I want more dragonkin," Dragon says. "You'll figure it out soon."

"I don't care," I say. I do a little stretch and hug her front paw like a teddy bear.

"Truly too bold for your own good," Dragon sighs. "You're the Queen to my people. I stepped aside to see who would lead the next generation while Zarzi's kids grow up. You won. And now, you get to be the Queen. That means listening to me."

"If I don't want to?" I ask.

"My dragon still listens to me, even if she hates me. And I'm only asking for something small. Trust me, you won't be mad about giving the one I'm thinking about a brood. I know you don't wish for my kids, but she'll handle most of the Queenly duties and give you kids. You'll be happy with her, and she'll be happy with you. I wish you had kept Phrogni alive."

"I have plenty of women to have sex with."

"But Phrogni would've let you release your deep desire. That desire to just fill a woman to the brim. Her first brood would be a hundred. Her next, two hundred. Two hundred eggs you'd get to put into someone. The only way to get more in is for a Goddess to accept you filling her with more. But who are you going to get to do that for you? It will hardly be a bother for us until the labor, but I certainly don't want to be your incubator for that. Fertility won't, either. So, who will? Nobody now. But that's fine."

"Space may let me do it," I say. "But I don't really have the wish to do that."

"If you say so," Dragon says. "But if you ever do have the desire, I can help."

"How?" I ask.

"I have her soul."

'Strange, isn't it? Why would Dragon have a soul? Who else may she have? And for what purpose?' Space says.

"You really want me to breed," I say.

"Space! Get the fuck out of here," Dragon roars. "I made a deal with Death, and now I have a deal with Phrogni. If you wish to have someone to fill with kids, Alzi, we can work something out to get her soul into a body for an incubator or something. I promised she could have her sister's soul if she gave me ten thousand new kids. But she can't have ten thousand kids. That would be fifty broods of two hundred. Her soul will tear apart before that happens. She'll give me my kids, and her soul will split knowing her sister will be tortured for all of eternity."

"I'll think about it," I say.

"You'll want it."

"Some revenge would be nice," I say. "I can think of something that I would do it for with a smile on my face."

"Greedy as ever."