Chapter 454 – Start of the Distractions

*** Sarania ***

"LET ME GO!" Fyserreia screams.

"No," I say. "You're pregnant, I'm pregnant, and even if we weren't pregnant, we couldn't take them all."

"I can do it," Fyserreia says. "I can draw them out and kill them. We just need to distract them. We need to help our Mistress. Just aim to hurt and stall until our Mistress completes the ritual, and then they'll lose all their power."

"You don't know what she's doing or what she wants," I say. Nanoka came around and started rounding up wives. She asked if we wanted to join, but Fyserreia has a very different idea of what to do, wanting to go after her torturers.

"Mother told you," Fyserreia says, trying to wiggle out of my arms.

"We don't have the help we need," I say. "Please, let it be."

"No," Fyserreia says. "We're going. I promise we won't go in; we don't have to kill them all. Just- Just distract them so that everything works out for Alzi's ritual. We won't benefit from being near the ritual like her wives will. We aren't the ones that should be there."

"Nature isn't the one they're after," I say.

"Fine."

"Thank you," I say. "But I'm not stupid enough to let you go."

"Sister, I'll stay here," Fyserreia says. "I got overly excited about revenge. I'll wait until Alzi can get a group together for it."

I shouldn't trust her. I really can't do that. "You promise?" I ask.

"Yes."

Why did I trust her? The only thing Fyserreia knows is trouble. Why would she be any different while pregnant? And now I have to join her.

But I can at least get Osanna to help us. She doesn't deserve to rest, yet she's had it easy the past few days. She can put in some work now.

But how are we even going to get to the stupid temple? It takes Space to get there, but she isn't going to let two pregnant succubi and a demon take the temple all alone, is she? Does Fyserreia have another way to get to the temple?

"Fyserreia! You'd better be waiting for me outside! I'm going to get Osanna," I scream after my stupid sister. I should've gotten her a damn collar. She'd be fucking hot with that thing around her neck, with a little chain dangling... "You're not going to like your punishment."

"Don't worry!" Fyserreia yells back from the end of the hallway. "We aren't going to take the temple. We'll just attack Justice's temple instead!"

What a damn plan. She is so getting a cute little collar when we get back. Sorry, my Mistress, your succubus servants are being stupid.

*** Alzi ***

The bags are empty.

Now I just need to place everyone in the ritual and get it started. Of course, that requires the women to be here.

"Looks like they're almost here," Mommy yells. "I see a carriage."

Nanoka has been busy dropping off my wives. She started with the ones I like first. I still haven't seen Azula, but maybe she'll ask me about her. I kind of hope she just brings her, and I can just ignore her. If she asks or doesn't bring her, I'll have to make a decision about it, and I really don't want to ask Nanoka to get her or deal with Lensa if I don't bring Azula De Vil along.

I think I have a good reason for not including her. At least, I think so. But it'll cause more problems than it's worth if I'm ever going to take her collar off. Maybe I simply shouldn't take it off.

No, she suffered enough in the ritual. She's still my wife, forced to accept whatever size pregnancy I send her way. And she has more coming to her and her wives. I don't have to stop whatever this may do from affecting her. I don't have to be that petty. I doubt this will do much, anyway.

The carriage Mommy spotted is getting closer. But Nanoka gets to me first with a scared Elyne beside her.

"The star," Nanoka says before leaving again.

"Hello," I say. "Ready?"

"Do I have to?" Elyne asks.

"Please? For me?" I ask. "You'll live beside me for the entire pregnancy, with at least one of my bodies. One that isn't running around so much. I'll pamper you. It's my goal to make this pregnancy so nice that you'll ask me to do it again." I move over to hug the scared centaur. I do my best to show how wonderful I can be when I want to pamper someone. I know I can make this pregnancy a dream for her.

"Once," Elyne says. "If you manage to make me ask for another... Well, then you can do it again. Just promise that anytime you get both my wombs pregnant, you'll pamper me. It's rare for us to survive the labor if our wombs get pregnant too close together. I trust you to keep me alive. I know you will, but the pain... I know you understand that issue."

"I know it well," I say. "You won't carry more than I've ever carried."

"You've carried a lot," Elyne says. "But for the family, I can do this much. Where do you need me?"

"Thank you. This means a lot to me," I say. "I'm going to work hard so you'll ask me to do this again. We'll even go back to your family and have you talking about how great the pregnancy was."

"You aren't going to try to trick my mother into getting both her wombs pregnant as well, are you?" Elyne asks.

"I didn't know she had that condition too," I say. "But..."

"I don't know if you're joking or not," Elyne says. "Just know that she will get tricked into it if I come back saying it was enjoyable."

"You'll join her?" I ask.

"We can discuss that if you manage to make me wish for a double pregnancy again," Elyne says. "I'm going to have to be given more than just some pampering to share a pregnancy bed with my Mother."

"We can see what happens," I say. "As the star of the show, you get to be in the middle. When the ritual starts, I'll take off your clothing. It shouldn't be too long. The other group required for the ritual is already here. I just need to calm them down and get them into place."

"Calm them down?" Elyne asks, but I just move over to the carriage. They may not step out of it angry, but I'm sure my first few words will be annoying for them to hear. The ritual doesn't demand all that much from them, just sex in the open while my wives watch. I doubt that will cause too much of an issue with the young family. The problem will start when I tell them that they likely won't be walking away pregnant. I can't give them too much after they took that poor kid's arm just so that I would get them all pregnant for cheap.

The Chavarelli family. A large family, if you don't compare it to mine. Ten wives, with elves, a dwarf, a harpy, and a small giant. She's bigger than the half-giant in the brothel, but smaller than I think they should be. Besides, aren't they basically monsters?

Whatever, if she can stand in a circle and accept my cock, it'll work for me.

"Welcome," I say. "Just as I welcomed you to have a simple dance at the brothel."

"I see," the young elf says. "I didn't think we would be brought to the castle grounds when you cashed in our deal. A ritual? Public?"

"You promised that you would have sex in meetings if I required you to," I say. "Not getting cold feet now, are you?"

"No," the elf says.

"Good, it would be a waste of an arm if you did," I say. "Well, a lot more than just an arm. Blood isn't cheap now that the wars are going to be over for a while, or did you pay to give him back his arm? Or maybe it's a trick? An illusion rune you passed down in the family?"

"What? No, I would never. I don't understand," the elf says.

"I do understand," I say. "I have women around me who understand so much more than I ever could've at the brothel. Don't play dumb; you made a deal with a slave. The deal is worthless, yet you made it anyway. He hardly did anything, compared to what most people did to me in that brothel, and you cut his arm off. You should've just slapped him and made the deal. Maybe I wouldn't be so mad. Probably just annoyed, really. I've had much worse happen than a fake show of sincerity."

"I- You- I could've..."

"No, I've heard your family doesn't have the money to waste on hopes and dreams of maybe getting pregnant. You need certainty, and this was your plan for certainty. Your best bet right now is that I'll love how some of your wives pussies feel enough to cash in the rest of the time from our deal. Otherwise, it wasn't as perfect a plan as you thought. Plus, I couldn't read your letter anyway, so it would've been hard for me to find you. You really should've rolled the dice or let me tie you up in front of him and dominate you."

"Just- Where do you need us, Queen Alzi?" the elf asks, hoping to save a chance at a pregnancy, would be my guess.

Well, this isn't much fun. I was hoping for a fight. At least some denial of her plan. She didn't even know how to fake it. Or to at least deflect or something. Is this the difference between the Queens and the nobles? How well they can deflect blame? No wonder this family is turning into commoners.

"There are circles," I say. "Stand in the middle of them naked. Do. Not. Disrupt the dirt. If you do, I'll have you tied up in the middle of the city naked until winter."

"We know about rituals," the elf says. "All ten of us are needed, I see. Let's go."

"Strip here," I say. "And make it a show."

*** Fyserreia ***

Sarania doesn't understand. Centuries of Mother giving me Skills for revenge. For handling pain. For handling whatever they would throw at me if they slipped up in their watch. I had it all.

I'm not a true succubus anymore. Not like I should be. There's a small voice that cries out for all the missed sex Skills. This body can't get the graceful curves quite right anymore. My walk is just a little off, better for a battlefield than the bedroom.

Alzi has a lot of work to do to get me ready for my role as a sex toy, and that little voice welcomes it. Wants it. I can let that little voice take over once the temple is gone. I'm happy to be a sex toy that can fight. Those days cry out for me. But not yet.

"Three, versus all of that?" Osanna says.

"Shut up," dear sis says. "Your voice doesn't get a say in this. Do as you're told, or I'll show you how my sister was kept for hundreds of years. When do we attack?"

I wish we could just walk in and paint the walls red. But no, not until the Goddess is dead. Maybe we should've asked Alzi about the timing. Why do I have to hide from these bitches? I shouldn't have to cower in an alleyway.

"Just a bit longer," I say. "A few more minutes, and I'll start the fire."

*** Alzi, Third body ***

"Alzi," Elo says. "What is going on?"

"A ritual," I say. "I needed most of my wives to go back for it."

"Well, if they're doing a ritual, why don't we do one, too?" Elo asks. "We have the perfect resource down in the dungeon for these kids to benefit from. A traitor that's powerful and nobody cares about. Shall we use her?"

I need a distraction. I couldn't do my plan with Fyserreia now that she's pregnant, so why not mess with Justice's Champion? It has to be better than attacking a silly temple.

"That sounds like a great idea," I say.