Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1645 Pregnant Girls

Iris's ribbon of blood hovered.

The ribbon a hand's width from her sternum did not feel like the ribbons she had watched his lovers accept.

It felt like something else.

The prompt sat in the back of her skull and asked the same question it was asking everyone else. The Bloodfather wished to welcome her into his family. Did she accept.

The answer in her mouth was not the answer her allies had given. The Vex-shaped, pink-cheeked, breathless yes was a yes for women who had wanted to be his wives.

She did not belong in the same answer Vex had given.

Iris's mouth twisted around the start of a no.

Then a voice arrived in the back of her head.

<Iris.>

The Child of Reckoning's eyes flicked sideways toward Ayame.

The mental address landed in Iris's skull through [Master's Link] without anyone in the courtyard registering the silent exchange.

<You are, without a shadow of a doubt, a rude mutt with a truly foul mouth who should be taught a thousand lessons about respect, behavior, and just general attitude, and I will be the one who delivers it.>

A vein at Iris's temple began to throb.

Ayame's address sharpened.

<But even I cannot deny it. You are part of the family. You took the Vesper Phenom trial alongside us. You have stood in our line through grinds nobody asked you to grind through. You have fought at Quin's back without ever once running.>

A pause.

<Quinlan isn't asking you to become his wife... 'Family' is a broad term that does not mean lover. Let me ask you plain and simple so it goes even through your thick skull: are you not his family? After how much you have walked through with him, from our days in the Vesper Phenom Trials until now? I knew you were a cruel, cold-hearted bitch, but this much...?>

<Shut it!> Iris hissed, but a scrap of memory rose up from underneath the throbbing veins on her forehead. Back when she faced Azura, a veteran fighter of the Consortium, and she was getting her ass handed to her.

Until the offer of [Subjugation] arrived in her head...

Then the voice of the man who had done so much for her while asking for nothing in return.

<Now calm your breathing and let my Vitality restore you. The woman is not hurrying to put an end to this farce. Wait for the perfect moment, and use her arrogance against her.>

Sixty-two points of Vitality had threaded into her body through the bond she had said yes to.

She had pulled herself off the sand on the back of his strength. She had smashed Azura into the floor of the arena with bare gauntlets until the body stopped moving. When she had sat up panting on the corpse and looked toward the stands, she had found him there.

Sitting like the king of the world.

Two of his women on his lap working his arms over. His elven healer at his shoulder, busy rejuvenating him. He had already chosen which fighter on his end of the bracket would win, and the buff was the proof.

He had raised a thumb in her direction.

<That's my girl.>

She had cussed him out in her own head and said thank you in the same breath.

She had spent nearly every day since cussing him out, despite knowing he was by far the most important person in her life. A man who treated her like family without a familial bond between them, and without her ever having parted her legs for him like the oriental broad had.

The Child of Reckoning lifted her right hand at her side and aimed a single middle finger straight at the second-in-command.

Her ribbon brightened.

...

The other women in the ring had been answering the prompt as well, and all ribbons of blood brightened.

The rite, satisfied that it had its answers, exhaled.

Then the ribbons moved with explosive speed, striking the women in their sternum.

The first hit Vex. The Hexwitch had still been wearing the helpless soft smile she had been wearing since the yes left her mouth when her ribbon entered her chest at the speed of a hammer-blow, and the smile died in a single half-breath.

"GUH!"

The Hexwitch keeled forward.

Sera's blue eyes blew wide and her hand snapped to her sternum, and the elven healer doubled over with a startled "Arghh!" that climbed half an octave per syllable.

The third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh ribbons hit Aurora, Serika, Lucille, Kitsara, and Blossom in the same heartbeat. Serika's "What!" left the Solar Fist at full lung capacity. The tomboy went down on one knee with both hands clamped over her belly. Lucille made a low animal grunt at the back of her throat. Kitsara's three tails snapped rigid, all three of them, and the Slutty Foxy's red eyes rolled back a fraction before her knees gave out under her. Blossom whimpered at the very high register dogkin reserved for moments when nothing in the world made sense, and her ears flattened against her hair.

Kaelira went down a half-second later. The Runeweaver Titan was the only woman in the line whose stat build had her sturdy enough to keep her feet under the impact, and her bluish-purple-haired body still buckled at the waist with a low ragged cuss her sisters had never heard from her.

Ayame's ribbon arrived last among the wives.

The Skysplitter had been standing with her arms folded, her chin still lifted at the angle she had been holding when she said yes. The ribbon arrived through her sternum and the second-in-command went down in the most graceful collapse the moss had ever held. Both knees, then her right palm, then the other palm.

"Gh...!"

She hissed it through teeth locked around the sound, swallowing the scream that should have been there.

Iris's ribbon hit her at the sternum.

The Child of Reckoning's stat ceiling on pain was famously high.

The Child of Reckoning's stat ceiling on pain was not high enough.

"Fuck!"

Iris's voice ripped out of her at the volume the dwarven retreat bell had been ringing at all day.

Feng's ribbon arrived a beat behind. The Tidebreaker squeaked. The squeak became a groan. The groan became a long unbroken oh god oh god oh god as the teen folded around her stomach and dropped to her knees on the moss.

...

Lucille's voice arrived first, between teeth that were doing their best to stay closed and failing.

"This is, fuck, this is exactly like getting pregnant, it growing in your body, and delivering the baby, all in one fucking second..."

A long groan that turned into a wet cuss at its end.

"...amplified."

She managed the words on the back of an animal pant.

A yard away, Kitsara turned her face toward the Bloodmonger with murder in her red eyes.

"You fucking bitch!" the Slutty Foxy hissed, on a tail-spasming gasp, three tails flicking around her body in agitation. "I did not need the visuals, I did not... Stop talking, PLEASE!"

Her voice cracked. She doubled over harder.

"...oh, gods, this poor fox is being destroyed... Girls... Listen to my only request... Don't tell Father all the debauchery I've taken part in, especially not the-"

"Stop yapping nonsense!" Aurora begged through gritted teeth.

Vex's red eyes, half-shut against the pain, snapped open at one specific word.

She had heard 'baby'.

The yandere queen, who was currently being pulped from the inside, lowered both palms to her belly with the most reverent posture her face had ever produced inside a crisis. Her thumbs began running small soft circles over the silk of her stomach.

"...Hubby's baby..."

Her voice, against everything else her body was doing, came out devotional.

Aurora, from her knees three meters away, tilted her head up against the pain just enough to deliver her second begging line.

"This is NOT Quin's baby, this is magical primordial blood infusing into your endocrine system, there is NO BABY, only a shitload of PAIN!!!"

Vex's eyes snapped onto Aurora.

"Keep logic to yourself, daddy's little bitch," the Hexwitch hissed. "I'm not interested!"

"I've stopped that!" Aurora shrieked, then both of them started screaming profanities at each other through gritted teeth, both of them curled into themselves on the moss.

Two yards over, Blossom was tearing up.

"Blossom always knew..." the dogkin sobbed happily at the moss, hands clamped over her stomach, "Blossom always knew Master would give her big and healthy children one day..."

"Blossom!"

Serika's bark came at a register the Solar Fist normally reserved for telling other women to stop being self-sacrificing morons.

"This is not a baby."

"But Blossom isn't ready!!" the dogkin wailed. "Master, Master, Blossom hasn't pre-pre-PARED the nursery..."

"BLOSSOM, IT IS NOT..."

"There's no nursery, Master...!"

"BLOSSOM..."

"WAAAAH!"

The Solar Fist gave up.