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The Power of Creation – Chapter 265

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“So, what shall we do first?” The Matriarch asks darkly, looking over at you with a sadistic smile.

“How about you let me go?” You ask.

Wendy looks at you for a second as if she’s thinking, her lips pursed. Suddenly, she walks over to your chains. If she had grabbed one of the toys, you were going to break out of there and take over immediately. However, she is unarmed, so you allow her to approach. She reaches out an undoes your bonds, instantly releasing you from the Jesus pose. You rub your wrists while looking around cautiously. Meanwhile, the Matriarch puts on an unnerving smile on her face and takes a step back.

She… she actually let you out?

“What is this?” You ask suspiciously.

“Nothing…” Wendy responds.

Sir? What is this about? And what is with that pouty look on her face? You’re starting to suspect that there might be a screw loose with this Matriarch here. You decide to leave. She let you go, so maybe you could go find your baby now. As you go to leave, suddenly she moves in front of you. You frown.

“If you’re going to let me go, then why are you in my way.”

“Tsk…” She gave a vexed expression. “I’m not in your way…”

Your frown grows. What in the hell? You try one more time, this time you don’t let her stop you. You then end up bumping into her as you move past. Immediately, she falls over in an overly exaggerated way. It is almost like one of those people you see on television where you bump into them and they try to extort you out of money on the threat of making a scene.

“Is that how you are, you filthy patriarchy?” Wendy cries out, while holding herself like an abused woman. “You just think you can push women to the ground?”

“…” A frown creases on your face. “I, uh… did that by mistake.”

“Mistake! How dare you! You just push me in the dirt. Is that all you think of women, as dirty sluts?”

“Huh? Seriously lady, this is a little…”

“Don’t lady me! Call me what you’re really thinking! Call me a bitch. Whore! Slut! Isn’t that all I am to you? Some little slut?” She reaches down and scoops up dirt from the floor, slapping her own face. “Is this what you want to do? To humiliate the Matriarch and make her your bitch!”

You start panicking, not quite sure how to handle this situation. She’s looking at you wildly while lying on the ground like an abuse victim. Is this her evil plan? Did she plan to go all Fight Club and turn the entire Dark Elf clan against you but faking abuse?

“Seriously?” You reach out and grab her.

“Ahhh! A man is touching me! Are you going to rape me now? Are you going to stick your dick in me and have your way? That’s what men do, right? Will you deflower my pussy while you call me a bitch and stick my face in the dirt!”

“What in the fuck? Will you shut up!” You shout.

“… Mmm… mm…” Wendy suddenly stopped talking, but she was looking at you like she wanted to say something.

You have to check twice to make sure you didn’t cast some kind of silence on her unintentionally. You are certain the only reason she isn’t talking is because you told her not to. You just can’t figure out why.

“Okay… talk…”

“You men… think you can just order women around. You think I’m just some dirty slut to order-“

“Be quiet.”

“…”

“Okay, talk again.”

“raping me in the pussy like the dirty little slut that I am!”

“Sit down.”

She immediately sits down on the ground.

“Stand up!”

She stands.

“Pull out your boobs.”

Two boobs pop out of her top.

“Is this what you wanted to see? You dirty man. You want to humiliate this matriarch. You want take pictures of my tits and then blackmail me into sucking your cock! How dare you do this to a woman as strong and as powerful as I am!”

“Pull down your pants, turn around, bend over, spread your butt cheeks, and sing ‘I’m a little Teapot’.

She turns around and does just that, a second later her butthole is being flashed at you as she sings. As soon as she is done, she glares back at you.

“Is this what gets your jollies off? Are you going to stick it in my asshole now? Is that what you do? Call me a bitch and stick it in my asshole? You make me sick!”

“Oh… my… Pun…” You shake your head in disbelief.

The Matriarch, queen of the dark elves, leader of the feminazi regime… is 100% dedicated to submissive play!

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Kama-sutra Chapter 2

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My eyes flew open and I quickly assessed my surroundings.

Stone walls, stone floor, stone ceiling and a tiny little hole near the ceiling on one of the walls which I supposed served as ventilation.

I remember being conked on the head with a police baton and then… here I was.

Unless the lockups had been refurbished to give us prisoners the authentic caveman experience since the last time I was there, which was only a month ago, I wasn’t in jail.

So, where in the seven hells was I?

And why was I tied up to a wooden scaffold?

And, most importantly, why was I stark naked?

I tried to struggle against the hemp robes that tethered my wrists and ankles to the scaffold and only managed to give myself rope burns.

I had to give up after some time, having exhausted myself.

Shouting for help would more likely bring me to the attention of my captors, rather than a dashing female knight raring to rescue a dude in distress and I would rather avoid that.

I tried to rack my brains for people with motive to have someone impersonate policemen and have me abducted.

Several names with both motive and ability to pull it off popped into my head.

I smiled wryly. I had offended several doting dads when I stuck my dick in their precious daughters.

The image of a buxom blonde wildly swinging her hips on top of me, in time to the trance music flashed past in my mind.

Yeah. Sarah was one hot lady and I didn’t regret tapping her one bit. As an avid follower of the Kama-sutra, how could I leave her ignorant of the joys of true love.

Well, noting the current situation, it seemed like whoever it was that had captured me was determined to make me regret.

I sighed. I could only wait.

Flexing my abs, I managed to adjust my position to a more comfortable one.

Wait! Abs?

From when did I have abs?

I had always been a slim guy. Putting on any sort of bulk, whether flab or muscle had been quite difficult for me and prison hadn’t done me any favours.

The only word for me when I had exited was gaunt.

But now, looking at my body after I had calmed down enough to note such details, I realised that this body wasn’t mine.

And along with that realisation, the floodgates of memory opened and a deluge of images and sounds crashed into my mind.

Liu Yang had been the son of a farmer and like his father and his forefathers before him, he had grown up preparing to cultivate spirit rice for the Moonlight Sword Sect.

But destiny had something else in store for him.

On his sixteenth name-day, he had been tested by the overseer of that region, as all youths within the Sect’s sphere of influence were, and found to be in possession of cultivation talent.

After tearful goodbyes, he had set out on the journey to the sect along with other similarly aged kids from the neighbouring villages.

On the way, the convoy had been attacked by the Yin Demon Sect, the mortal enemy of the Moonlight Sword Sect.

The girls had been captured and the boys raped, harvested for their yang essence.

His own yang essence was particularly exuberant and hence, he had survived the first round of harvesting, unlike the rest of his peers.

Hence, he had been brought back to the sect as a dual cauldron. A sex slave to be harvested repeatedly for his yang essence.

I gasped for breath as the memories stopped flowing.

It appeared that Liu Yang had just barely survived the attentions of the demonesses and croaked in captivity.

And I had somehow occupied his recently vacated body.

For long minutes disbelief warred with acceptance in my mind before disbelief finally gave way to cold, hard facts.

I had transmigrated. No two ways about it.

This body with the lean muscles built from years of hard labour and sun-browned skin was very different from my skinny and pale self, back on Earth.

A stark reminder that I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.

The door to the cell creaked as it opened and a girl entered, shutting it behind her.

My eyes widened as I took in the sight of her. Anyone who cultivated looked much better than the average bloke because of the qi running through them. Specially the women of the Yin Demon Sect were something else because of the art they cultivated.

You couldn’t help but get hard even when you knew the demonesses would suck you dry.

But this girl was totally next level.

I had heard the description ‘stature of a devil and the face of an angel’ used for several women in my previous life but this girl was the one who actually lived up to it.

Plump hips, narrow waist and an explosive chest, all wrapped up in the flimsiest of gauze clothes. Her face was the picture of innocence, specially with the expression she was making as she fidgeted by the door while biting her luscious pink lips while throwing nervous glances at me through her long eyelashes.

Was this the girl who had been sent to harvest my essence?

Maybe, just maybe, my situation wasn’t as bad as I thought. A life in captivity, with regular sex with females of her calibre seemed quite inviting all of a sudden.

I quickly discarded those spineless thoughts. How could I, the one hailed as the Sex Guru and avid proponent of the Kama-sutra succumb to the charms of a female rapist?

No. I must resist. Though, how I was supposed to do that, tied up as I was, eluded me.

It wasn’t like I could just ask the girl to untie me, now could I?

Could I?

“Greetings Fairy maiden.” Liu Yang’s memories gave me knowledge of the common tongue here and it was just a matter of selecting which language to use and I could switch to it.

The girl was startled by my sudden speech. “Y-es?” How cute. Was she really a member of the Yin Demon Sect?

“Is there any chance you could untie me?”

She shook her head vigorously, her lustrous locks cascading all over her shoulders. “No. Senior sister said I’m supposed to harvest your yang essence. I can’t set you free. I don’t want to mess up on my first time.”

Hmm. She seemed to be a little dull and she was a virgin. Chance!

Putting on my most temperate expression, I tried to coax her again. “Did your senior sister tell you that you can’t untie me?”

She considered for a moment. “Well. N-no but… I don’t think I should.”

“Look, you have nothing to fear from me. I haven’t even started cultivating and you’re at what, the second layer of the Qi refining realm?”

“Third layer.” She corrected me in a soft voice.

Externally, I didn’t show any reaction but internally, I was surprised. Reaching the third layer at her age was pretty darn amazing according to Liu Yang’s memories. “See. There’s nothing I can do to you.”

She seemed to waver so I struck while the iron was hot.

“Why were you hesitating then?”

“Senior sister said the first time would hurt… so I was scared.”

“If you untie me, I can make it totally painless for you? It’s not that I can run away with your senior sisters and your entire sect outside, now can I?”

“I-I suppose not…” said the girl hesitantly.

Clenching her teeth, the girl finally made a decision. “Good. I’ll untie you but don’t you dare try something funny. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I nodded as obediently as I could. Reassuring her again and again of my cooperation.

Walking up to me, she started untying my bindings.

From up close, she was even more stunning. She was a head shorter than I was and thus had to stand on tiptoes to reach the bindings on my wrists. Her breasts rubbed against my chest even as she untied the knots, causing her to blush from the stimulation while my blood flowed south.

As for what I would do after I was untied?

Escaping from cultivators with a mortal’s body? Wishful thinking. So, I wouldn’t even try.

My plan was very simple. These savages had no idea what true union was. Having lived a life of rape and pillory, they would have never experienced the power of true love.

Instead of running away, I would do just the opposite. I would conquer the mind and body of this innocent girl they had thrown at me and convert her to my creed. After experiencing true union, I was sure that she wouldn’t be able to return to the path of rape again.

With her help, I would show this sect full of demonesses the light. One girl at a time.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 264

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The two dark elf women look at you, who is currently strapped to a table, your arms out to either side like you’re a euphemism for Jesus. I mean, you’re out that way because it’s a way to strap you up to the post, but if PoC became a movie then a pretentious movie critique would claim it’s a heavy-handed metaphor. I mean, let’s face it, you already died and rised again. You can turn water into wine. You hang around with a bunch of whores and sinners. You walk on water and make tons of food. Holy shit, you are Jesus. Does that make Cinderella the holy ghost?

But, you digress… right now you are not engaging in oodles of being ravished by busty dark elves. Oh, the busty dark elves are present, but as soon as they got you out of your clothing, your ten-inch cock popped out. It appears like for women used to the ten-centimeter variety, ten inches had deeply confused and terrified them.

“That… thing… it can’t possibly…” One darkelf shivers in disbelief.

“It will tear me open, a baby will never be able to come out of it after that goes in.”

“You girls know a baby is a lot bigger and will come out your vagina, right?” You explain.

“Silence, man!” one of the women shouts.

“Perhaps, we should just wear the strap-ons and take his butt.” The other girl suggests.

“What!” You cry.

“The strap-ons do nothing sister. You heard the Matriarch, a penis in a vagina. Of course, my man’s penis is too small that it won’t even go in, but this is ridiculous!”

“I don’t want to filet my pussy!” The other girl cries.

“You two…” You sigh, using magic and causing it to shrink.

One of the girl’s gasps. “It shrank!”

“It’s so small now!” the other adds.

Your eyebrow twitches having two women point at it and call it small. Naturally, it’s the smallest it’s been since you’ve been to this world, but that only put it at about average for our world, which admittedly was still a bit large when comparing to the humans of this world.

“Sister, it’s still ten times the size of my husbands! It’ll definitely tear me apart!”

You make an annoyed noise through your clenched teeth. It was only six inches! You’ve lowered yourself to about the most you can handle in order to satisfy a woman. It’s naturally the principal of the thing. It wasn’t about having a big dick, it was more than that. It was your pride as a man!

“I think it’s a trick. It was clearly larger before. Even if I wanted that thing in me, it’ll likely expand and tear me apart.”

“To think, penises would be so dastardly!”

“Girls, it’s not going to get larger, trust me.”

“Can we trust him?” The darkelf asks the other.

“He’s a man, of course we can’t!” The other admonishes her. “As the Matriarch says, men will do anything for pussy!”

“Hey… that’s a half-truth at best…” You protest, although as you remember your entire harem is captured and your newborn daughter is kidnapped while you play in the sex dungeon, that protest loses some strength.

“Ah! I saw it move, quick, kill it!” One of the darkelves starts to panic, leveling her spear at it.

“Let’s not!” You cry out in exasperation. “Rather, since you’re scared to put it in your pussy, how about use your mouth? Even if it gets bigger your mouth can widen, right?”

The two girls let out cries of surprise. “The man has a point…”

“However, can a woman get pregnant by mouth?” one of them asks cautiously.

“Uh… sure!” You give the girls a thumbs up with your outstretched hand.

“Ca-can we trust those words?” The girl is still cautious.

“Oh, don’t trust me, find out for yourselves!” You declare.

Two girls eye your dick, still looking hesitant, but after a moment one of the girl’s sighs and gets on her knees. She finally grabs it, her cold dark hands surrounding the shaft with complete inexperience, a moment later she opens her mouth with an ‘ah’.

“Wait! Sister… I saw my husband pee from there once. It’s a trap!”

The other girl closes her mouth with a snap and dodges like you are about to start peeing on her right now. Being so close to having your cock sucked, you growl in frustration, which further puts the two elves on guard.

“Dude… I cum and pee out the same hole.”

“What? That’s crazy! Sister, he’s clearly lying now. Women have two holes, thus men should have two holes as well.”

“What are you talking about? Women pee out the same hole they fuck too!”

The girls shake their head. “Not true. Our urethra hole is on the top of the slit which we pee out of, where the actual vaginal cavity is much lower. Although all of it is part of the vagina, there are two distinct holes, one for fucking, and one for peeing.”

“Oh… sure… when we talk dick it’s a scary monster, but when we talk pussy you girls are suddenly Einstein! You know when you girls squirt, it’s just pee, right?”

“The verdict is still out on that one. While it’s true some women do release ejaculate during orgasm, the science is still out. While it has a similar composition to pee and may in fact be derived from the bladder, it’s more dilute and lacks some of the more potent elements of urine. The important thing is that it is a natural biological response in some women, and is natural derivative of sex, no different than saliva or semen, and also distinct from the thick mucus female ejaculate released directly from their vagina in much lower quantities.”

“Huh… the more you know.” You say.

“And knowing, is half the battle!” The girls declare in unison.

“What the hell are you doing?” The Matriarch steps in and says angrily, “I came here expecting to have two more pregnant half elves! Instead, I get some public service announcement!”

“We’re sorry Matriarch… his penis… it’s just too large!”

The Matriarch’s eyes fall on your penis and widen, then a grimace forms on her face.

“Very well, ladies, leave the room.” She orders dryly. “It looks like I will have to tame this monster myself. I guess I’ll be the first to be pregnant.”

The two girls bow and shame and flee the room. The Matriarch walks up and pulls off the sheet from a table. It exposes several knives, whips, dildos, and buttplugs.

“Don’t worry, boy… you’re just lost. This Matriarch is going to show you the true way.”

“If you think you’re going to use that stuff on me, Matriarch bitch,” you sneer. “It’s never going to happen.”

“My name is Wendy.” The Matriarch says. “Now, I’m going to use your peter to take me to neverland!”

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Bonded Goddess – Chapter 8.5 : Interlude

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My name is Ogawa, no, Furukawa Kirino. Currently, I accompany my mother to SPA & Salon…

“Thanks for coming out with mommy sweetie, I’ve just been having the worst day!” Mom said with a sigh, sinking in the chair while her feet soaked in the footbath underneath. “Are you sure you don’t want a full pedicure too? Your father is always tight with money, but I swiped his card so it’s on me.”

“Kenji-san’s not my da- uh…” I quickly changed what I was going to say as Mom’s look darkened. “It’s fine, Mom, just enjoy yourself.”

Mom’s expression put my slip past her and she just settled down in her chair, even more, letting out a sigh as a lady came up to pull out and dry one of her feet. It had been a week since I had seen that wretched man at the mall, and I still just couldn’t get the sight out of my mind. Why was he with that girl? Who is she? Who is that super beautiful girl?! She was practically my age or maybe little order by two or three years! I knew fa-err… that man was a despicable and violent person, but to think he prays on young women.

Were girls my age his type? No, that wasn’t the right question. Who was she anyway? She must have been one of those escorts! That’s right. That’s the kind of man he was, he’d be the kind of man who’d hire escorts. That’s what mom said he used to do while they were married. He used to cheat on my poor mother horribly. He’d sleep with prostitutes and other women and then come home to mom. If she didn’t cater to everything he wanted, he’d hit her.

Fath-I mean, that man was horribly nefarious. He never let me, his daughter, see his true side. He always hid that in the dark as he beat mom in ways I never saw. She once even showed me bruises he had left on her butt. She said he had spanked her on the butt one day when she talked back to him! Had I not come over to see what he had done to mom and Kenji, I might have doubted mom’s words, but the truth was clear to see!

“Honey, your face is all crinkled, it’s going to give you ugly wrinkles. Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind? Mommy makes everything better.” Mom smiled.

Mom always liked it when I had problems. Rather, I should say that mom liked to help me out. She was never happier than when I was at my most miserable. No, that makes it sound negative. I was always there for mom. She was such a beautiful and gentle woman, that’s why she needed her daughter’s love. I had loved both of my parents, but as mom explained, sometimes a parent just isn’t worthy of your love, and my fathe- that man is one of them! Damn him! Why was he even out in public? And with such a beautiful girl! What’s she got that I don’t have! No, what’s with that thought, just to hell with th-tha-

“Kyou.” The name slipped out of my mouth before I could help it.

Immediately, I felt the frosty chill of my mother. Any pleasantness she showed me died the second I mentioned his name. There was a time I remembered still calling him father, but mom told me I had a new dad now.

I vaguely recall a time I wanted to get dad’s side of the story, but mom said, “Do you hate your mother so much that you’d go behind her back and talk to that man. Would you really betray your own mother? Just stab a knife in my back right now!”

I also remember her not giving me food for two days because I once said mom should forgive dad. She said I was getting fat and needed the diet anyway. It just… grew into a habit after that. Dad was a taboo subject that you couldn’t bring up unless she brought it up. If mom brought it up, only completely agreeing with her would get me through the conversation unscathed. However, this was all okay, I understood that dad was a touchy subject. He was a bastard who beat mom regularly, so she had every right to despise him. It was really my fault for trying to hold on to the good memories I had of him. Those memories were a twisted lie, after all.

“What of that man?” Mom demanded curtly.

I had already said too much, so I had no choice but to talk now. Mom wouldn’t let me keep any secrets. Since those secrets were about him, that was even more true. She loved any dirt on him she could find. It had grown into an almost unhealthy obsession. That was exactly why I had kept it from her to this point. It wasn’t good for mom’s heart to get so worked up over that man.

“Uh… it’s just… da-uh… that man… he-” I grimaced, not sure how to word things that wouldn’t make mom upset.

“What did he do?” Mom demanded darkly.

“N-nothing big! I-I just happened to see him the other day at the mall. H-he was eating with a woman. It looked kind of l-like a date?”

“What?” Mom stood up in the slamming her feet in the water and splashing the person who was lotioning her feet. “How dare that bastard get with other women!”

“Mo–mom?” I asked, a little confused by her question, what did it matter to mom if Dad dated? They are divorce.

“Ma’am, you can’t stand in the water… bath…” The woman who had been splashed tried to encourage mom to sit back down, nearly in tears.

Mom thumped back into her seat with a snort, “What I mean, honey, is that he’ll likely do the same thing he did to that girl as he did to your mother. I’m only worried that he’s still out there victimizing women. He’s truly the worst kind of man, I would have never married him if he didn’t have such a large di- ahem… I mean, I regret ever marrying him.”

“Hm?” I cocked my head to my side, not sure what mom was trying to say.

What did dad have that mom married him for? It was the first time since the divorce I had ever seen mom say anything close to a compliment about him. Did he have something even mom found enviable? Mom had already moved on though. She had learned her head back and was forcing the made to restart with drying and lotioning her feet again.

“It doesn’t matter anyway.” Mom sniffed. “A girl interested in that man is probably some ugly cow. It’s what that man deserves.”

“Hmm…” I looked away from mom, giving a non-committal comment.

If the woman had looked average, perhaps even I wouldn’t have cared. However, she was so beautiful that it caught every eye. My friends wouldn’t stop talking about that beauty they saw. When they realized the person with her was my- that man, they kept pestering me for details, of which I had none. If she wasn’t ugly, I wouldn’t be that upset, but dad was with a woman more attractive than me and about my age. It was really aggravating. I felt so jealous! No, that’s not the right word. I’m not jealous, why would I be jealous? Jealous because she’s so beautiful? Even if she’s beautiful, she’s with him, why does that piss me off so much!

“Honey, she is a hag, right?” I immediately felt like I had been goosed when mom spoke up. “What does she look like?”

Mom was looking at me now, and it looks like she had noticed that my answer was nonspecific. Furthermore, she had noticed the complex emotions on my face. In essence, I realized I couldn’t keep anything back from her now. However, I wasn’t going to tell her that woman was beautiful. If mom heard that assessment from me directly, she might cut off my allowance or something.

So, instead, I brought out my smartphone. One of my friends had actually snapped a picture of her at the mall, because she wanted to have her hair done up in a similar way. Naturally, I demanded to send me the picture. As to why I received the picture, it wasn’t because he was in it! I didn’t have any pictures of him, but he was sitting there next to her. He even seemed happy. The rare times I’d seen dad, he never looked happy. I swore he had grey hairs and was out of shape, but he looked really good. Why did he have to become so handsome?! It’d be easier if Dad was ugly!

I brought up that image and handed it to mom, who took the phone. No sooner did she see the image than her draw jobbed. Her body stiffened and it was as if she was a statue for nearly fifteen seconds. I was just starting to worry that I had broken mom when her face suddenly twisted angrily! The snarl-like look on her face was a pure rage.

Mom didn’t use to be so angry. I think I remembered a time before mom left dad that she had been a kind and gentle woman. However, at some point, she grew really spoiled and viscous. However, that had to be because dad used to beat her, right? Naturally, her nasty behavior was his fault. It only made me hate him more! Mom’s hand tightened on the phone and then she chucked it down harshly.

“My phone!” I gave a cry as it hit the floor.

Mom didn’t pay attention, standing up once again and ripping her foot away from the service woman just as she was bringing out the polish.

“M-ma’am, this is inappropriate!” The woman cried out.

“Oh, shut up! You were doing a losey job anyway!” Mom kicked the tub of water, causing it to till and spill all over the floor, soaking the pants of the woman sitting on her knees.

I barely managed to snatch up my phone before a wave of water swept over it. The screen was cracked, but the phone was still operational. I breathed a little easier. I still had that picture. No! Why would I care about that picture? It was my $300 phone that i cared about!”

Mom grabbed my wrist and started walking out of the store, a furious look painted on her face.

“Ma’am… you need to pay!”

“Pay? For what, I didn’t even get the pedi… and your service was awful. I’m not paying for that!” Mom snapped, walking out of the store with me in tow, my head lowered in embarrassment.

Fortunately, the woman didn’t chase us, too put off and afraid to escalate the situation any greater. As mom pulled me away with heavy stomps as she put on her sandals and left, I could only feel regret that I had told mom. No, this wasn’t mom’s fault. This was that man’s fault! He was the reason mom was angry! He was the one who thought he could date beautiful women my age. Was his own daughter not good enough! I hate him! I hate him! Soon, my face was just as stormy as my mothers.

 

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Yo, It’s been a while…
I know I should release this chapter a week ago…
But at least let me defend myself… In two weeks, I received many shits…
Like almost drop out from Colleges (Apparently B+ is not high enough(WTF), and I still have this problem), my reports was rejected and returned, and etc…
sigh
I have so many shits throw on my face… because of it, I need to fix this fast as I can…
Good news is we will return to daily updates on November… Hell, I’m going to release massive updates…

Ah, by the way, this chapter is written by Whiz-sensei~

The Power of Creation – Chapter 263

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“What is the meaning of this?” You shout at the dark elf receptionist, who is shooting you a dark look. “Where is my baby?”

“Your baby?” The dark elf gives a look of disgust. “You insolent man. That is a baby of the dark elf tribe. Your… contribution has been noted, but you are no longer needed!”

“Insolence? Why you little bit-“

“Benefactor, this is all just a misunderstanding.” Pocahontas tries to stroke your arm reassuringly, already on her feet thanks to the insta-birth. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to the Matriarch sooner. We just need to work these things out.”

“Work things out? With baby stealers?” You snort.

Pocahontas withers under your look. However, it is not just your look that she has to contend with. A large portion of the girl’s present looked forward to seeing the first official baby. They are all angry to find out their niece was taken from them before they could play with her. Even the usually tactful Aurora is seething. The lobby is filled with angry women, and even though the receptionist wanted to look down on you, she is also facing a mob of outsider women, which was much more difficult for her to ignore.

Tiana sniffs. “That’s all we can expect from her kind. Stealing…”

Pocahontas raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean by my kind?”

“Oh, you know, elves with black sk-“

“Okay, Tiana goes to the back of the mob.” You declare as several girls grab Tiana and throw her behind them.

“What? Eh? I’m just saying what everyone already thought!”

“Tiana! Reflect on your actions!” You declare, sweatdropping over the realization your dirty elf is also a bigot.

“Why is everyone shunning me? I don’t understand.” Tiana cries out.

“Racists never do.” You sigh, looking off for a moment before shaking your head. “Either way, she’s kind of right. They did steal my baby.”

“He agrees!”

Pocahontas waves her hands. “It’s just a misunderstanding. As soon as I speak with the matriarch, we can resolve this.”

“Speak to the matriarch about what, dear?” Someone suddenly declares, causing everyone to look at the door to the lobby.

A beautiful woman with white hair and dark skin is standing at the door. She doesn’t look much older than Pocahontas, although she has a lankier body like Tiana. Her body looks exotic, and something about her gives the impression of a wild woman. Her breasts are actually quite small, maybe B.  She has a retinue of about ten guards on either side of her and more just outside. As soon as the receptionist sees her, she immediately bows and keeps her head lowered. Pocahontas also gives a quick flustered bow.

“Master, I have managed to successfully have a baby. This man here showed me how to properly make babies. I was just coming to see you to suggest some reforms. There were many things you taught that were wrong–“

Pocahontas’s rush of words are stopped as the beautiful woman raises her hand. “That is all, sister, you have done well to bring the father and baby here. Matriarch will take care of it from here on out.”

“I don’t know about done well.” You say. “However, I know I made that baby, and I know you took that baby from me.”

The Matriarch’s eyes widen at being talked to so brazenly, and the women on either side lower their weapon spears at you, looking like they plan to fight. A spark shoots through your eyes as your crack your knuckles. These bitches who stole your baby are going to pay!

“You think you have ownership over a woman? This baby was carried to term by a dark elf. All you did was stick your dick in her pussy!” The Matriarch’s words held disgust.

Pocahontas gasped. “Matriarch! You know this? That’s how babies are made! If you knew, why were you telling us otherwise?”

The Matriarch’s eye flash as she turns to Pocahontas with a regretful look. “Ah… I had feared this would happen. It appears like her years traveling among the other races has corrupted my precious disciple. She has been tainted by the Patriarchy!”

Several of the nearby darkelves put their hands to their mouths and gasp. One shook her head like she was in denial. Not Patriarchy. They’re the worst!

“Matriarch, that’s ridiculous!” Pocahontas explains calmly. “I’m merely trying to inform the group how to have babies again.”

“Blasphemy!” One of the darkelves call. “We’re women, don’t confuse this situation with logic!”

“It looks like my poor little disciple is going to have to be re-trained on the wonders of being female. Start her brainwash- ahem… I mean her re-education immediately. She has grown too tolerant of the despicable men who should be whipped and kept in their places.” Matriarch sighs.

“You think?” You say aggressively, taking a step forward.

“As for this… man…” The Matriarch sniffs, taking a step away while looking down at you with disdain. “As he was able to make a baby, he clearly has something the other men were missing. Lock him up. He shall be used for sex. Every woman in the tribe is ordered to have sex with him. They’ll milk him dry. They shall sleep with him two, three, a dozen times until every woman is pregnant. So orders the Matriarch!”

The guards suddenly storm in, grabbing all the girls.

“Please don’t resist.” Pocahontas begs the other girls. “This is just a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!”

Once someone grabs Aurora, she cries out in your direction, “Hero-san! Why are you suddenly looking so helpless? Can’t you resolve this peacefully with your magic?”

“I want to!” You cry out helplessly as your strength suddenly leaves you. ”I just can’t. Who would have ever thought that this Matriarch has a spell-nullifying… uh… necklace… sure, necklace… that weakens me completely. It’s my only weakness. Argh… if only I could fight back, but I just caaaaaan’t. Damn my weaknesses.”

“I do?” The Matriarch looks at the necklace on her chest and then her eyes brighten. “Ahem… I mean, of course! I knew that gypsy I bought this from wasn’t a scam-artist! This is a powerful artifact!”

“He has a weakness alright, but it’s not a necklace.” Mulan mutters with a frown.

You put on a look of struggle as the dark elves easily overpower you. As you collapse to your knees, you receive several extremely icy looks from the ladies behind you. It’s a testament to your own shamelessness that you’re able to withstand them.

“Is he fucking being serious?” Grimhilde asks, eliciting some awkward chuckles from the ladies, who still haven’t processed they’re being captured.

“Laugh now,” The Matriarch declares. “But once your man has been forced to service hundreds of beautiful dark elf women, you won’t be able to smile!”

“Who’s smiling?” You wipe the smile off your face. “I’m truly defeated by this powerful Matriarch and her powerful dark elves. I’ll have no choice but to be ravaged by women against my will. Oh… the humanity! Please, my harem… don’t think less of me after my supple body is ruined by these women.”

“I don’t think it’s possible to think less of you right now.” Ursula frowns.

“Only beloved would be so shamelessly lustful.” Medusa adds fondly.

“Guys…” Tiana speaks up. “I’m not racist. I just think black people are-“

“He’s seriously going through with it?” Aurora sighs as two busty darkelves pick you up and and pull you out of the room.

You are dragged away to the sex dungeon, while your harem follows, rolling their eyes.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 262

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You quickly take Pocahontas to the resort with the rest of the harem in tow. The dark elves inside the resort are shocked when a group of nearly thirty people suddenly storm in the lobby. They nearly faint when they see one of theme is the famed disciple of the Matriarch, holding her clearly pregnant stomach and breathing hard. You rent a room and shortly after get Pocahontas lying in bed. What you don’t see is the receptionist magically contacting the tribe shortly after you leave.

Once you make it to the room, Cinderella takes over and kicks most of the girls out. Only the former mothers Aurora and Merida are allowed to stay. Medusa, of course, has also had many children. However, after asking when the egg is coming, you decided it is best if she isn’t involved.

“Ahhh, it hurts!” You cry out, “Stop pinching me so hard!”

Although Pocahontas is having the baby, she is holding your hand and every time she has a contraction she ends up pinching you. Naturally, you’re tough enough to not be truly hurt, but there is a glint of pleasure in Pocahontas’ eye whenever she causes you pain. What you’ve heard about the dark elves so far has convinced you that she must be a sadist at heart. Oh well, you act like you’re in pain and it helps relieve Pocahontas’ anxiety. The things you do for your women.

“It’s coming.” Cinderella nods assertively after pulling her finger out and snapping off her gloves.

The two mothers who are acting as nurse’s aids give a nod.

“I hope this one is a bit smaller than our daughters.” Aurora sighs while Merida nods in agreement.

You let out a cough, remembering that Anna and Elsa were sixteen year old girls the day they were born. Suddenly, you become very curious exactly how that worked. Two sixteen year old girls coming out between each of their legs! Frankly, you struggle to grasp that logic!

“Uh… about that… as to Anna and Elsa…” You find yourself asking

Aurora snorts. “They were 9 pound babies! Ariel was only 7 pounds!”

“Please, pounds? Much of the audience is on the metric system!”

“Oh, um… Ariel was 3.2 kg, and Anna and Elsa were 4.0!”

“Ah, ah, ah, now for the Spanish readers.”

“Anna y Elsa pesan 4 kilogramos.”

“Gracias.”

“The point being…” Aurora gives an annoyed look at your attempt to be more inclusive. “They only grew after they came out. It would have been impossible to birth them at full size!”

“Oh… I knew that.” You blush, looking away.

“Besides, they already destroyed our vaginas enough as it is.”

“Wh-what? Destroyed?”

Aurora nods sadly. “Of course, the baby coming through naturally causes tearing in most cases. My pussy has never felt the same since I had my baby.”

“B-but, I healed you!” You declare.

Merida shrugs. “Even so, the damage goes beyond simple healing. I can’t hold my bladder as long. It… doesn’t look the same. Once Pocahontas pushes out something the size of a bowling ball, naturally there will be changes.”

“…”

“Look at it this way, Hero-san, when you used us earlier as pussy canons, it was my pussy that gave out the quickest. Oh… in my youth, I could have squirted for hours like my daughter, but now that I had babies, the plumbing just doesn’t work like it used to.”

Pocahontas pats you reassuringly. “It’s okay, Benefactor, even though my pussy will be broken, you can still have what is left.”

“This doesn’t even get into the horrors of labor that darling missed last time.” Cinderella adds. “It’s very bloody and load. Merida even pooped a little during her labor.”

“Wh-why would you tell him that?” Merida cries out.

“And the baby comes out covered in blood and mucus. The vagina bleeds from the tearing. It’s quite messy. The babies look like dried up prunes, their faces all crunched up and ugly. They don’t get that cute baby face until at least a month.”

“Cinderella, dear, you may want to stop talking, hero-san is looking like he’s about the pass out.” Aurora tries to give you an encouraging look.

You stare blankly for a moment. Well… that’s enough of that.

“Oh, look, the baby has come!” You hold up your beautiful baby girl with dark skin and two little elf ears.

“Wh-what?” All the girls spin to Pocahontas, whose stomach is now flat again.

“Ah, well, I decided to speed the boring parts along, so now the baby is out and that’s the end of that.”

Pocohontas, who was previously in the middle of labor pains, suddenly feels right as rain. She pokes her stomach a few times, her lips pursed in a slightly displeased manner.

“I-isn’t this a little anticlimactic?” Merida asks wryly.

“What is Merida talking about?” You laugh, only sounding slightly hysterical. “This is our baby. She’s a beautiful baby. No blood and gunk at all!”

“Also, no umbilical cord?” Aurora asks.

“I cut it.”

“Uh… Okay, but where is-”

“I cut it.”

“…”

Merida looks down at the baby. “Does this look like one of those three month old babies bad plays use that automatically comes out dry and in a blanket?”

“You’re imagining things.” You shrug. “This is my little baby girl, Colette.”

The girls all sigh, giving up as the possibly long lasting labor is instantly resolved with magic. Considering you were distracted and weren’t able to see the baby coming out last time, this is fine with you.

“Perhaps, give them over to a nurse to inspect?” Cinderella offers.

“Ah, of course.” You hand her over to a dark elf nurse nearby.

With the baby free from your hands, you relax a bit and sit next to the bed, grabbing Pocahontas’s hand.

“I hope you’re not mad I took away your thunder.” You smile wryly.

Pocahontas shrugs. “It is fine. If my body is not too stressed it only means you can make more babies with me immediately.”

“More? Right now?”

“Of course, we must repopulate the entire dark elf race. This is the first baby in fifty years, it will be treasured by my tribe.”

“Ah, okay… but she’s going to grow up in Riun with us, right?” You ask cautiously.

Pocahontas seemed to hesitate for a second, but when she looked into your worried eyes she relaxed and nodded. “Of course, my benefactor. Once I speak to the Matriarch, perhaps we can move the whole tribe to Riun.”

“Good, that would be the best.” You nod, happy that there is no conflict.

“Actually, before we make the next one, may I see the baby now? I would like to hold it.” Pocahontas asks gently.

“Of course, I handed it to the dark elf nurse-“

You look around the room, finding a complete lack of dark elves besides Pocahontas. The nurse is mysteriously absent, and so is the baby!

“I was wondering this as well.” Cinderella spoke into the ensuing silence. “When did we get a darkelf nurse in the room?”

You stand up. “Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me.”

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