The Power of Creation – Chapter 279

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A sudden thrust, that large thing forcing itself inside. The pinching pain. Jasmine crying out underwater. These things never happen. The pressure on her lower half disappears as a hand grabs her by the back of the neck, lifting her like a kitten. When Jasmine emerges from the water, she gasps, looking around in confusion as she blinks the water out of her eyes.

When her vision finally clears, she sees you holding her by the neck, floating over the water. In your other hand, is also you. The second you has his dick out, and he’s fully erect, exposing you to the entire beach. The three of you start to float back to the beach.

“T-t-two saviors?” Jasmine shouts in confusion.

“Oh… look at the show!” The gay dark elf lifeguard admires the large erect penis on the exposed you.

The other harem girls are starting to notice the three of you now too. You can’t help but crease your brow in annoyance as everyone points at the guy in your hand. His dick is still hard, and he’s giving all the girls winks and thumbs up like he doesn’t even mind he’s been caught dicking a tiny.

“I knew it! He’s a criminal!” Moana says, pointing accusingly with one finger “You tried to have sex with a minor! Death!”

You finally land, letting go of Jasmine. She doesn’t look frightened. Instead, she looks somewhat curious, shooting looks over at the man who took her into the water. In particular, her eyes lock on the massive thing between his legs. She had felt it rub between her thighs, but now that she saw the true size of it, she could only gulp in shock. That definitely wouldn’t have fit in her! So why was she so aroused by it!

“Two Heros? What is the meaning of this!” Ariel asks, approaching the three of you.

“Let’s fuck!” The guy in your hands, finally getting his footing, makes a lewd humping movement, his dick bouncing up and down in Ariel’s direction.

“Okay!” Ariel bends over, but before he can run up to her you grab his neck tighter and pull him back.

“No! Ariel! Put your swimsuit back on!”

“Ariel!” Aurora admonishes her confused daughter. “How could you possibly try to give yourself to that man? Can’t you read the mood? The true hero has him by the neck, of all people, I can’t believe you’d engage in NTR!”

Ariel cocks her head in confusion. “Eh? But mom, aren’t they both hero? Does it matter which I fuck? Hero is hero, after all!”

“This is clearly some doppelganger.” Grimhilde shakes her head. “Ariel, don’t be fooled by this person. His aura is clearly different from my love.”

“Hmph!” Ariel gave the other girls angry looks, walking up to the man in my arms and then hugging him. “I know my man anywhere!”

The guy immediately starts groping Ariel, causing her to moan as his hands roam all over her body. He wastes no time burying his head in her chest and sliding his fingers into her snatch. The other women look on aghast. Most of them seem angry and upset. The few who aren’t notice that despite Ariel’s blatant cheating with this doppelganger, you haven’t made a single attempt to part them. Instead, you just look slightly annoyed.

“Ahhhnnn… hero’s so rough today!” Ariel cries out as he tears off her clothes and pushes her down on the ground.

In only a few moments, he’s got his dick in Ariel’s ass, and she’s moaning as he pounds her into the beach. Meanwhile, he’s looking lustfully at the other women while licking his lips, clearly not satiated with one woman.

“Wh-wh-what is the meaning of this, Master?” Mulan asks first.

“Ahh… about this…” You look down at Ariel getting her ass pounded in front of you by a guy who looks just like you. “Actually, Ariel’s right, he’s me.”

“Haaaaah?” All the girls shout, while Ariel moans excitedly.

Right now, you could feel yourself thrusting into Ariel’s tight butthole. You could feel the sand on your knees. You could feel her ass in your hands. No, you didn’t duplicate yourself. Clearly, this person is interacting independently of you, but he is also you at the same time.

“Daddy, can you please give us an explanation?” Merida demands, frowning at the scene in front of her.

You sigh, summoning a lounge chair and sitting down. “It all started when I died at the hands of the demon god apostle guy. You guys may think I just repopped without issue, but there was actually a substantial amount of time that passed. Actually, I had to rearrange the universe a bit. I had to create a me that was no longer human. I am sorry I have kept this from all of you… but I am not longer human!”

“Yeah… and?” Elena asks.

“Eh, you know?” You blink in surprise.

“Uh… you float around warping reality to your will…” Merida laughed.

“You turned us into pussy canons!” Maleficant accused.

“You turned into a giant and fucked a monster until it exploded.” Sylvia added.

“You screwed an entire planet.” Snow White snorted.

“You impregnated my entire tribe with tentacle penises.” Pocahontas nodded.

Grimhilde looked on musingly. “We all assumed you were not human a long time ago.

“Ah… yeah… I guess.” You scratch your head, realizing you were worrying too much about nothing.

“So? What does this have to do with him?” Aurora demands, pointing at her daughter being reamed.

“He’s… I guess you could call him a trait of my species. He’s an aspect of my personality. He’s me, a part of me that sometimes emerges when I’m bored or angry. I guess you could say he’s a troll.”

“Eh? A troll? Like a monster!” Aurora asks, looking concerned.

“T-troll! Ah… harder, fuck me in the ass troll!” Ariel squeals in delight.

“Being a pain in the ass is what I do best!” The troll winks, speeding up his thrusts until he suddenly cums in Ariel’s ass, the two of them crying out.

“As he says… troll is just one aspect of my being…” You chuckle, enjoying the feel of an orgasm. “The me right now talking to you isn’t the real me either. It’s more of a proxy I use to communicate and interact with all of you. They are all me, and I am them all. I can make as many mes as I want. The difference between my proxy and the troll though is that the troll is controlled by emotion, not thought. I’ve tried to keep it in check, but I was busy doing stuff and I guess it got loose. Immediately, it tried to fulfill my deepest, darkest desires.”

“Eh?” Jasmine looks up excitedly. “Your deepest desire is to fuck me! Yaaay!”

“I knew it! Criminal!”

“Tinypervert!”

“Eh… well, perhaps you’d all understand a bit better if you knew what species I am.” You sigh. “I really didn’t want to show this, ever… but you’re my girls, and you have a right to know what I am, exactly.”

“I’ll love you no matter what you are,” Elena responds, many of the other girls nodding in agreement.

You sigh again, using a bit of magic. “It’s easier if I just show you my species description. I just want you to know the context. Basically, after I died, I created many different bodies to house my soul, and when I couldn’t decide who was most powerful, I let them battle each other in a brutal combat. After many battles, there was one who started to stand out. In the end, this form proved to always survive. No matter how bad things got, he always came back, even when no one wanted him too.

“Since you wanted to know… this is the species I became. It wasn’t so much that it won every battle it engaged in, but that whenever it engaged in battle, everyone else lost. This is the most powerful being in this world. Stronger than gods… stronger than monsters. This is my true form!”

Species – Internet Commenter – An aggressive creature quick to becoming startled or angry. They travel in packs but can be extremely effective alone. Whether it finds something it likes or hates, the commenter will equally attach on to it and suck out its lifeforce until it’s a husk of its former self. The commenter hates change and reasoning. It likes emotional responses, vengeance, and mindlessly repetitive cliches. Occasionally becomes a troll, fucking every one in the process. 

Special Skill – Gigapenis – For a period of time, acts like a massive dick, destroying the very thing it loves in the process just to fuck it.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 278

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“C-c-can Savior please teach me to swim?” Jasmine asks you after the end of the volleyball match.

“Eh? Swim? Aren’t you a cat or something? Won’t swimming make you wet? Cats hate water.”

Jasmine puffs out her cheeks. “Ooo… that’s prejudice! Just saying because I have cat parts that I’d act like a cat! How dare you!”

“S-s-sorry…”

“I’ll have you know… that I’ve lived in Riun and we were too poor and I was too sick to be able to go to any kind of water source. Thus, I was never able to swim!”

“Ah, I guess that’s about right…” You sigh.

“So, please teach me!” Jasmine bows her head, her tail lashing back and forth.

“Alright, go put this on…” You hand her box of stuff

“Eh? Wh-what’s this?”

“It’s an inflatable so you don’t sink.”

“Okay!” Jasmine grabs the stuff and runs off to the changing room.

As you stand there in the sun waiting for Jasmine, you suddenly notice something up in the sky. Looking at it, you frown thoughtfully.

“Another volleyball? No… wait… isn’t that a meteor?”

You realize that a meteor is apparently on its way to hit this planet. Noone else can see it in the light of the day, but your vision isn’t exactly ordinary. Well, you can’t have something like an apocalypse ruining your day. You cast a spell and rise up into the sky. Jasmine will just have to wait a bit. You’re not going to let a little thing like an apocalypse ruin your day at the beach!

A few minutes later, Jasmine comes out of the bathroom. She’s wearing a blue school outfit and two, big inflatables around her arms.

“Let’s go, Savior!” She cries, grabbing a man’s arm.

The man smiles darkly. “Yes, let’s.”

Jasmine runs into the waves, with the man following slowly, a malicious grin on his face that no one can see.

“Ah… I’m getting deep.” Jasmine cries as she finally reaches an area too deep for her to go any farther.

“I’ll hold you…” The man says smoothly, grabbing Jasmine’s sides and pulling her with him.

“Ah! We’re going deeper. Savior… I’m scared. You’re taking me too deep!”

“It’s okay… I have you…” The man says, moving somewhat close to Jasmine.

It’s at this point, that Jasmine starts to realize that something is off. “S-savior, are you okay?”

“Of course…” the man responds smoothly. “Jasmine, you don’t simply want me to teach you how to swim, do you?”

“Eh? Ah… well… you were giving the other girl’s attention, naturally, I wanted attention too.” Jasmine admits guiltily.

“But, what does Jasmine really want, what have you been craving from the beginning.” He breathes into her ear, causing Jasmine to shake and try to turn around.

However, she can’t swim and he’s got a firm grasp on her hips. Even if she tries to move, she’s not able to escape.

“S-s-s-savior? Wh-wh-what are you saying? P-p-please be clear.” Jasmine says nervously, her face flushed

“We’re out here all alone, little one.” The man whispers into Jasmine’s ear, “No tiny police, no witnesses.”

“Ah!” Jasmine looks over to see that he’s pulled her quite a distance from the rest of the girls; even if she screamed they’d likely not hear her over the waves and their own play.

“Th-th-tht… ahhhn… where are you touching!”

The man’s hands slip under her swimsuit, suddenly pinching her ripe pink cherry-like nipples. Jasmine cries out, having never been touched that way before. She struggles slightly, but as the man sucks her neck, she finds her resistance waning. There really was no point in struggling, this has been what Jasmine has wanted from the beginning, right?

“Ah!” Jasmine cries out as something hard pokes into her butt. “Th-th-that… is that Savior’s p-p-p-pe-“

Jasmine blushes, unable to get the words out. The man pushes it harder, causing it to slide between her legs.

“Does little tiny Jasmine want it?” he asks cruelly, pushing slightly harder.

“Ahn!” Jasmine let’s out a cute noise, gulping down her saliva nervously. “S-s-savior…”

Jasmine is teary-eyed, lost between being afraid and desperately wanting this to finally happen.

“Here, I’ll stick it in!” The man declares, releasing one of Jasmine’s nipples and moving the hand down to her bottom, cupping her buttocks.

“Ah… I’m sinking!” She cries, only being supported by one hand.

“Hehe… you’ll be supported by something in a second.” He chuckles, pushing her swimsuit aside and revealing her hairless pubic region under the water.

He pushes his head up against her entrance, but it faces a great deal of resistance.

“It’s so big…” Jasmine cries out. “It’ll never fit.”

“Never say never!” The man laughs, “Time to pop your cherry!”

Letting go of Jasmine’s top half, he reaches down and grabs her thighs. With one more push, he’ll pop her cherry for good! Jasmine’s eyes widen in fear and excitement as her head plunges underwater. In this position, she couldn’t possibly resist. In this position, she couldn’t even yell out. Bent under the water, Jasmine was completely at his mercy!

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 277

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After making sure to properly sunscreen all of the women, half of your day is already over. Before you can lay back down and relax, the girls beg you to play some volleyball with them. Thus, you form teams. On team one is Merida, Snow White, Kida, and Mushu. On team two is you, Elena, Mulan, and Rapunzel.

“I-isn’t there a bit of an imbalance between the teams?” You ask, your cheeks tightening.

The four women opposite of you, each with enormous breasts that are barely contained by their swimsuits all look at each other questioningly. Meanwhile, the girls all around you are getting charged up.

“We’ll be called team A!” Mulan declares. “What will your team be called?”

“Eh?” You mutter, “If we’re team A, then isn’t there team need to be Team DD?”

“Master!” Mulan growls while the other two girls cover their chests, “Please don’t look down on us!”

“S-sorry…” You repent under their glowers.

“Besides, those big ugly fat things will only be a disadvantage! With all the jumping, they’re bound to get in the way. You need a slick and aerodynamic girl like me to hit the ball.”

“You’re seriously calling being flatchested aerodynamic!” You chuckle.

Thwack! Pop!

“Hey, you just spiked the volleyball at my balls!” You glare at Mulan.

“Never mind that!” Mulan shouts back, “Why did the volleyball just pop!”

“Eh? Isn’t that because my dick is for poppin’?”

“You…” Mulan sighs. “Now, we have no ball!”

“I have plenty of balls!” You pull out a ball and toss it to her.

“Agh! Where did this ball come from, you just pulled it out of your swimsuit!”

“Hey, I just pulled it out of my personal storage.”

“Your personal storage is in your pants?”

“Where else would I put it?”

Mulan blushes, looking away, “N-n-nevermind! Let’s just play!”

Mulan leaps into the air and hits the ball, sending it spiraling over the net.

“Hahaha… as a general and queen of goblins, I will return your puny hit and send you to your grave!”

“Snow White, this is just a game!” Elena warns tearfully.

Snow White ignores her, hitting the ball up into the air. Merida takes it from there, leaping high into the hair and slamming the ball into the ground on the other side of the net with a force which creates a small crater. You might be thinking about how OP you made your girls, and how this match might turn out to be somewhat dangerous, however, you’re lost in Team DD’s secret weapons. They all come in pairs and with your high optical vision, you’re able to see them come up and down with each bounce in a vision similar to slow motion.

Thus, you find yourself admiring Mushu, Snow White, Kida, and Merida as they bounce around the court. Up and down. Up and down. Merida and Mushu give each other a high five. Ooo! They touched! Four melons say hello to each other. How nice. The match continues…

“Master, will you not help us at all?” Mulan dodges a ball that obliterates the space she was standing.

On top of being team DD, they also are the strongest and most savage girls in the harem. Suffice it say, these girls never understood restraint. Suffice it to say, every hit breaks the sound barrier and leads to mini-explosions. Mulan and Elena are too afraid to hit the ball, and even Rapunzel barely manages to strike one back. As soon as it reach Team DD’s court, Mushu leaps into the air to take it. As she does, her swimsuit slips.

As Mushu’s boobs bounce in slow motion, a boob falls out of her swimsuit. A oiled nipple is gratuitously exposed. You let out little sigh, appreciating the little things in life.  You continue to look on in rapture as a small explosion erupts behind you, flinging Elena off the court. Once Mushu lands, she realizes she exposed herself and covers herself, giving you a wink.

“She did that on purpose!” Mulan accuses.

“Sweetheart, we need your help!” Elena cries, limping back onto the court.

Another eruption as Kida’s monsters fly up over your head, casting a shadow and possibly creating a small eclipse. S-s-so big… they darken out the sun. You bask in their magnificence.

“Owner! Please… get the ball next time!” Rapunzel chastises as the ball is returned to us, now losing horribly.

“We must win!” Mulan cries, her desire to compete flaring as she desires victory.

Elena serves the ball, and Merida and Mushu go for it at the same time. Their boobs collide in a massive display, that poor ball slammed into the middle. As the four boobs collide in a rippling sonic boom, the tortured ball is launched like a canon between their combined cleavage. It flies up into the air with a boom. You look on appreciatively, giving them a thumbs up.

“Where did the ball go?” Mulan asks.

“It’s up there somewhere!” Rapunzel says, squinting into  the sun.

“Ah… I see it, it’s falling fast!”

“I-isn’t that a meteor!”

“N-no! That’s the ball!”

“It’s heading too fast, only Sweetheart is fast enough to hit it!”

“Master!”

“Sweetheart!”

“Owner!”

“Give it up!” Mushu laughs loudly,” We’ve enthralled him in our boob-fu… the game is over!”

“Master! If you hit the ball, I’ll… I’ll… I’ll… let you stick it in my butt!”

“Eh?” Everyone ended up looking at Mulan, who declare these words while wanting to win, her competitive spirit being uncontainable.

Enough time passes by that none of the boobs are bouncing, and you manage to snap back to reality. You look up into the sky just in time to see the volleyball falling down. It’s currently on fire, the air around it rippling.

“Oh… I got it!” You leap up and in a single strike, a wave of pressure explodes across the court.

You were already distracted, and you’re a lot more OP than the rest of the girls. The ball explodes into pieces upon hitting the ground as shockwaves shoot across the beach. When you finally land and the dust clears… you see both teams on the ground… their swimsuits having been blown away.

“Ah… I guess I hit it too hard…” You look at your hand. “Did I hear something about buttsex?”

No one responds. Even with your harem, you always win.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 276

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“This resort actually isn’t all that bad.” You sigh, putting you hand over your eyes.

You relax on the beach as the girls play on the sand. It’s the next day after you beat away the slave traders. You’re now at the resort up north. With the dark elf BSDM resort now being destroyed, you become the first to enjoy the dark elf male resort. You and the girls headed up to their new resort on opening day while Wendy and the Dark Elves are left with packing duty. They’ll be moving back down to Riun to stay near their baby daddy.

As far as the babies, you didn’t expand the time, so they’ll have a typical dark elf gestation period, which should keep them combat ready for that war in a couple of months or so. For the moment, you don’t want to think about any more problems. Rather, you’re here just to enjoy yourself in the sun. All of the girls are in bathing suits, also playing and running around on the beach. It’s a good day.

Although the resort is still in construction, you used a bit of magic to help them finish up quicker in exchange for a couple nights stay. Well, taking 30 people to a resort ain’t cheap, after all. Everything is going great. Admittedly, all of the male staff are gay, but that gives the advantage that no one is looking at your girls. With the fresh opening, no one else is here but the gay dark elf men, so your women are a buffet of beauty for your eyes alone.

“Ah! My lord, my bra fell off in the ocean again!” Mushu cries, pushing her bare enormous chest at you.

“Ah… isn’t it because those fat things are too large!” Mulan snorted. “Master, I will be happy to cut these things off at your order!”

“It’s fine if you go topless since all the guys are gay.” You lie, casting a modification of the censorship spell so even if the gay guys see her boobs, they’ll just see a black bar. “However, you should apply son sun lotion so you don’t get burned.

“Eh? What’s that?”

You sigh. “I guess I’ll just have to apply it for you!”

“T-thank you, my lord!”

“Thank you, Master!”

The two dragon sisters Mulan and Mushu bow before you. You flex your arms and pull out a tub of lotion. Immediately, you get your hands moist with lotion and grab at the girls.

“Ahhh!”

“It’s cold!”

The girls cry as you grab their bodies. Soon, you start rubbing white stuff all over their bodies.

“Do-do you really need to rub it there?” Mulan cries as you slide your fingers into every crack.

“Especially there!” You assure her.

“M-my lord, I have a bit of a stupid question…”

“Now, now, Mushu, there are no stupid questions.”

“Since we’re both fire dragons with fire-resistant skin, is it really possible that we can get sunburns at all?”

Your hands stop for a second. “You’re right Mushu…”

Mushu starts to smile. “I thought so-“

“That was a stupid question.”

Mushu’s smile fades and she grows teary-eyed. “Yes… my lord. Please continue.”

The cute sexy noises your girls make as you apply lotion starts to attract some of the other women. The more curious girls, such as Ariel, Medusa, and Jasmine are naturally the first to come over.

“M-my lord, should I really do it this way?” Mushu says tearfully.

“Mm… yes… since Mushu’s boobs are so big, this is the only way to correctly apply lots of sunscreens.”

To apply Mushu’s enormous chest with lotion, naturally, I pull out the tub of sunscreen, which wasn’t a euphemism, it’s actually a giant bathtub full of sunscreen. I then demanded Mushu bend over it and dip her heavy boobs into the white stuff. When she finally pulls them out, her mountains look as frosted as the Himalayas. The cream is thick, and most of it managed to stick, causing her to gain two wonderful snowcones.

“Ah… my lord… it’s so cold!”

“Here, let me quickly warm them up!” I immediately grab her chest, rubbing them enthusiastically.

“Ahhhn… my lord… Nyaaa….” She moans as I play with her breasts.

At this point, Mulan is frowning while looking at her own boobs. “If only I had bigger breasts, then Master would need to spend as much time warming them up.”

“H-hero! I need my breasts sunscreened as well!”

“Me too, beloved. Rub my tits!”

“Eh?” You look around to now seen dozens of women around you.

What started as a side distraction has no become a job. You roll up your sleeves and dig a hand into the sunscreen tub, pulling up a scoopful of sunscreen lotion. A man has to do what a man has to do.

“Alright ladies, who’s next!”

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 275

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“You’ve won this round!” The slaver boss declares. “But you’ve made some powerful enemies. King Eric will not be pleased!”

“This was done on Eric’s orders?” You ponder. “And after I gave him a big dick too… well, it’s not like he knew I had any connection with the dark elves and technically, if you think about it, he helped me out of a tight spot here.”

Not knowing what you’re talking about, the slaver boss frowns as he gestures for his men. They return to their transportation and turn to leave. At least they have the good sense to understand that your power isn’t something they can handle. The merchandise has already been soiled, and certain death awaits the slavers if they try to fight. These are slavers, after all, they don’t really care much about pride. They are unhappy, but they leave peacefully.

“Goodbye!’ You wave as the slavers ride away.

“Hero-san, are you really going to let a potential enemy just leave?” Aurora asks.

“Enemy? At best they’re disagreeable acquaintances. Besides, what would be the point of killing them all now?”

“To close any potential plot threads and remove any possible chance to have recurring and growing side characters that provide a meaningful impact on the plot.”

“Wow… you just said it right there.”

“It’s not that bad, you still have Eric to deal with. He was sort of in our lives for a bit.”

“Right… well, let me look in the comments section and see how people think I should handle Eric…” You pull out your cellphone and scroll through. “Skin him alive- cuck his women, guys I already did that… cut off his dick and…jesus, what the fuck, seriously guys. Why does everybody who doesn’t have a pussy need to be tortured and brutalized in cruel and bizarre ways?”

“Wh-what’s that, hero?” Ariel suddenly asks, looking at the thing in your hand.

“What, this? It’s a smartphone? It came from my old world, I used some magic to whip it up.”

“In a Different World with a Smartphone? Sounds like a bad story…” Aurora grimaces.

“What do smart phones do?” Ariel asks curiously.

“Oh, lot’s of stuff, pictures, shopping, games, but mostly they’re there for communication.”

“Com-mun-ication?” Ariel sounds out the word.

“Yeah, like talking to each other. It let’s you share things about your…” You stop as you notice your spine tingling.

All around you there are girls staring at you while licking their lips. It isn’t just your harem. There are many dark elf women who are also looking at the phone with a great deal of interest. Your brow starts to crease under so many gazes.

“Y-you girls want to one?”

Some time later…

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The entire tribe, two hundred plus women are now sitting at various spots. They had found clothing and managed to clean up, and were now all sitting with their eyes looking down at their phones, not even paying attention to the tribe, parts of which were still smoldering from previous set fires. Wendy in particular has bright eyes and is typing with both hands excitedly.

“To think! There were so many like-minded women across the world!”

“Are you talking about your bdsm or your feminism?” You ask wryly.

“Qu-quiet male scum! According to this website, the patriarchy goes far deeper than even I knew! Did you know, seventy years ago, women didn’t have a right to vote?”

“Feminism it is…” You sigh, “Wait! This world doesn’t even have a democracy!”

“Stop oppressing me! My particular group of like-minded individuals agrees with me, that means I’m right and anyone who tells me I’m wrong is oppressing me!”

“That’s not…”

“Help! Help! I’m being oppressed!”

You sigh and turn away from Wendy while scratching you chin. “Although, that does mean that these homes connect to the internet back home. Perhaps they work a little too well. Hey, what are you doing?”

You notice Ariel with her shirt up while giving a victory sign. You immediately run and snatch the phone away from her.

“Eh? Hero? The gentlemen on the internet said show me your boobs.”

“And you were going to show them!” You growl. “No! Those are my boobs, no sharing!”

“I was going to send you the picture too…” Ariel responds with a pout.

“Beast… I’m in need of a thing called a credit card. Provide the number so that I might sign up to this site. It promises live nude girls.”

“Stop looking at porn!”

“Daddy, I also need to a credit card… these things are on sale and it says they are half off!”

“Sweetheart! I also need a credit card, these kittens don’t have a home! And if I don’t give them money they’ll be put to sleep.”

“What do I look like, a money dispenser! Eh… please don’t answer that…”

“Prince, I’m going to donate some money to a content creator on Patreon.”

“Now you’re really throwing my money away!”

“I need one too! My great uncle I never heard about just won the lottery. As soon as they send me the proceeds, I’ll pay you back!”

“That sounds highly suspect!”

“My lord, a Nigerian Prince has left us a large sum of money, this could seriously help up build up our army! Please give me your bank account number!”

You scrunch you head and sigh. This is… going to take a while.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 274

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“Ahhhhnnn… it hurts!”

“So big!”

“Hahahah, it’s filling me up!”

Unanimously, two hundred pussies lower down on to their respective penis, ceremoniously sacrificing their pussies on the altar of tentacle-kun. The feeling of two hundred pussies simultaneous wrapping around your cock is almost too much to bear. Your eyes roll up in your head as you experience the pleasure of deflowering an entire tribe of women.

“You women, are now mine!” You cry out.

“Chauvinist!” One woman cries back.

“Pig!”

“You st-st-stupid man!”

Immediately, using extra tentacles to embrace and separate the women’s legs, the main tentacle starts to push in and out of each girl. They all let out cries as lubricated things start to push in and out of them. The sounds of hundreds of women moaning out at once are truly powerful, and the slavers can do nothing but gulp and watch as their prey is molested in front of them.

To the head slaver, his face turns grim. “So much money lost in an instant!”

“Is that their choice?” Your voice comes from nowhere.

“Tsk! These women are just weak sluts!” The man shouts.

“Whores!”

“Cunts!”

“Slutty slut sluts!”

The abusive language is launched at the women writhing on the ground as they are fucked. The women who once delivered the abuse are now being forced to endure it.

“I-is this how the men felt when we criticized them all the time?” One woman asked.

She wasn’t the only one. The entire tribe, now that they are being forced into bondage, sexually violated, and on top of that ridiculed, remembered when they were the ones delivering this treatment to their men. Of course, while some of these women might have found themselves sexually aroused had this been by someone they knew, these men calling them sluts were foreign invaders. Worse, as they started to grow more and more aroused under the machinations of your tentacles, it only made them consider that these men were right. In the end, women were just weak. Women were just sluts that should be tied up and fucked.

Their great Matriarch was in the air, getting jackhammered in every hole, and they started to convince themselves that that was every woman’s natural state. Just whores. Just sluts. Weak-willed women.

“What the fuck are you idiots saying?” Your familiar voice bursts across the women, causing the men shouting abusive things to shut up.

“You call these women weak? Aren’t you the assholes that are weak?”

“You fucker!” The slaver shouted. “We’d have these women all chained up if it wasn’t for you! The first our you gave these women and they took it like the weak-willed sluts they are.”

“Hmph!” Your voice resonated with disdain. “You guys are so pathetic that you can’t even get a woman without enslaving her. When I came to this world, I had the option to buy a bunch of slave girls. Do you know why I didn’t?”

“Because the author forgot to fit it into the plot?” One of the harem girls shouted out from your ship nearby.

“No! I didn’t take on slave women because I didn’t need to! My women all wear collars, but they put them on willingly! Do you know why?”

“To debase and humiliate us?”

“No! Which haremette keeps speaking! Someone over there wants a spanked bottom!”

“Oh! It was me!”

“No, me!”

“I said it, I said it!”

You sigh as all your harem girls eagerly vie for your attention. You decide to ignore the distraction. You have 200 dark elves on the line!

“My women wear the collars because they want to! It’s a means of showing respect for me, and me giving them choice is out of the respect for them. I didn’t buy slave girls because I don’t need to! These women are my women! And I’m their man! This goes beyond money! This is about love and respect!”

“Hero…”

“Master…”

“Benefactor…”

The harem are all looking over at you tearfully, well, their looking at your penis tentacles, but close enough. The dark elf girls have also grown contemplative, even as you dicks continue to pump into them erotically.

“So, what? Aren’t slave girls hot too?” The slaver demands.

“Mm!” You agree. “Slave girls are very hot! But the hottest thing about slave girls is that they give themselves to you willingly!”

“Bullshit…” The man snaps.

“Think back to every slave girl fantasy you’ve read. The guy buys the slave girls, and treats them well! He loves them, he cherishes them, he takes care of them… in the end, the fantasy isn’t to own women, it’s to have a woman in entirety, so even if she was your slave, she’d still wear the collar, because she’s yours and she wants the world to know it! That’s the fantasy every man wants! Men don’t want slave girls, they want girls to be their slaves! And in return, just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be their slave in return!”

“I will… I’ll be your slave!” One of the dark elf women cries out.

“No, me!, Maybe me your slave!”

“Enslave me, I’ll call you master!”

“He’s my master, no one else can have a master!” Mulan cries.

“Shut up!” The slaver bellowed. “None of that matters! It doesn’t change the fact that these women are weak-willed sluts that’d rather be slaves to love than slaves to us!”

“Didn’t I say the best part?” You ask. “These women sacrificed their very virginity. They debased themselves. They gave up a piece that will never return. That is true strength. Strength doesn’t come from putting others down. It doesn’t come from borrowing power. It doesn’t happen from whining the loudest. It comes from being able to give up something for what you want. These women were able to give up everything for freedom, I think they’re quite strong!”

All the dark elf women who once looked at you with disdain were now smiling, even as you dick still raped their pussies.

“It’s just their virginity…” The slaver pouted, not able to come up with another argument.

“Just virginities? Haven’t you been listening?” You laugh. “They gave me everything. These women are mine now!”

“So what? Two hundred dark elf sluts!”

“No! Two hundred mothers of my children! I’m cummming!”

You let out a cry, and soon two hundred women around the tribe grounds also let out similar cries. Wendy perhaps howls the greatest, even though she’s already pregnant. Your cocks engorge and semen is dumped into 200 wombs simultaneously.

“L-lucky…” Ariel pouts. “All those girls get to be pregnant…”

Aurora pats her shoulder. “It’ll happen some day soon, I promise.”

“Ahhhn… I feel it!”

“It’s inside!”

“So warm!”

“I feel myself getting pregnant!”

“You can’t feel that Marsha, quit lying!”

“I totally do!”

“Bullshit! All you feel is cum!”

Two hundred women are simultaneously stuffed with cum. When you finally retract the tentacles, two hundred pregnant dark elves are lying all over the tribe grounds, cum leaking out their pussies as they gasp for breath.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 273

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“Here you go ladies, let’s lube you up!” You cry out, your disembodied voice carrying throughout the room.

Thousands of dicks respond my hosing the girls in their grip down with liquidity stuff. They especially make sure to shoot them in the crotch. Soon, two hundred beautiful dark elf women are covered in an oily transparent substance. That substance leaks across their skin, giving in a shiny bronze appearance in the exposed sunlight.

“Eh? Is-is this cum?”

“It’s so sticky!”

“Ugh… it smells!”

“Doesn’t this usually come after the sex?”

“If-f he came already, doesn’t that mean we’re pregnant? Does that me we’re done?”

“Nonsense!” You voice booms overhead. “Whoever heard of pregnant virgins? Of course, I plan to give you an injection of seed! This is just a lubricating oil to make it more comfortable!”

“Eeeee… the penis is squeezing!”

“Nyaaaaa….”

The tentacles, now lubed up, could more easily squeeze and gyrate around the poor dark elves, who couldn’t even get a grip on the cock if they wanted to anymore. Since their skin is so slippery and oiled now, you must squeeze extra hard to ensure that the girls remain within your grips.

They are powerless against it as the tentapenis curls around and rubs every inch of their skin. Like a pit of snakes, they slither over every inch of their skin, wrapping around their thighs, their butts, their breasts, and something sliding between the cracks of their butts, arms, and underboob. The tentacles are… in essence, your penis, with exceptionally long shafts that are flexible and bendable at will. Thus, as your cocks wrap around the girls and squeeze them, the feeling of 200 hundred oiled virgin dark elves writhing against your penis is transmitted to you.”

“Hahhh… it’s squeezing!”

“Nya! It’s pushing against it!”

Two hundred tentacles no matter in what ways they wrap around the struggling women, eventually find their way so the head that initially oiled them up are now pressed against their crotches. The dark elves, having never ben bound in such an aggressive manner were at a loss of what to do. They were always the ones who did the binding! Now they are being held against their will while things are being done to them.

Some of the dark elves have already abandoned their minds, retreating into their happy places as they stare blankly into nothing. However, considerably more of them find themselves oddly aroused. The warm flesh wrapping around them feels oddly good and sexual, especially as it slides over their lubricated skin, causing tingles to shoot up and down their spines.

“The-the-those are our slaves!” The human slave leader shouts. “Unhand them.”

“How about it, ladies?” Your voice once again echoes over the tribe grounds, cutting through the moaning women. “I believe all people have the right to choose. Will you choose to submit to me as your man, or will you be captured by these slavers and lose your freedom.”

“You… bastard! Are you suggesting our only choice is to live freely under a patriarchy or live as slaves under something worse?”

“Patriarchy, Matriarchy… you’re always living under something. There is always a majority. If sex doesn’t matter whether you’re a man or a woman, then why does it matter who’s in charge? What matters is who do you think has your best interest at heart! So, I’ll leave it to you women. You can Vote with your pussies!”

You adjust the tentacles giving the women just enough movement to make one act. Basically, they can bend their knees. Doing so causes the tentacle pressed against their pussies to move forward. In a word, every woman has a cock pressed against her cunt, and a single movement of hers can plunge it into her, sacrificing her own virginity against it.

“Impale your vagina on my cocks if you choose a life under my leadership, or don’t, and let the slavers snatch you up!”

“You-you bastard!” The slaver tries to step forward, but a cock suddenly shoots out of the ground and glares at him.

He holds up his hands and backs off a bit. The other men are also hesitant. These men are okay fighting to their death, but they’re not ready to fight disembodied cocks. Plus, those cocks seem infinite and have already de-clothed and violated two hundred women. None of them dare think of ending up wrapped up in those cocks! Well, it’s not like you planned to fight them with your cocks either if they pressed things you’d make them spontaneously combust or something.

“I want a third party!” One of the women declares.

“She’s right over there.”

“Gaaa… I love cock!” Wendy is still hovering overhead, taking it in every hole.

The cock leaves her mouth and she’s got a dirty face as she jacks off two tentacles while to more pulsate in and out of her pussy and ass. She’s clearly lost a part of her mind and is now just enjoying receiving sexual pleasure from all four cocks at once. To add to the demonstration, you let all four cocks erupt with semen. Every cock explodes.

“Ahhhnn… I feel it!” Wendy cries out while white stuff bursts from her butthole and pussy.

At the same time, white stuff starts shooting into her face and chest. What many of the girls don’t know is that your voice is also whispering commands in her ear, and Wendy, even though she’s crying, is doing exactly what’s commanded of her.

“Eat it all up!” You command.

Wendy sticks out her tongue and goes “ahhh..’ While semen shoots into her mouth. Given she’s in the air and being balanced by a cock in her pussy and ass, naturally a lot of it misses, and soon she’s covered from head to toe in the white stuff. Incidentally, she’s also the only dark elf that didn’t need any lubbing up.

Watching their Matriarch submit so absolutely to cock causes the women’s eyes to match. Who would ever think the Matriarch, a man-hating pro-feminist was such a submissive woman in the bedroom. It was difficult to garner such respect for her when she turned out to be such a slutty woman indoors. It was like, all of her proudness and pro-feminist views was just an act so that she’d seem cool in front of other women! It was something she happily would declare when she was in charge and could bully others, but quickly degenerated when she was one on one with a man.

“Alright ladies, it’s time to vote!”

The two hundred women glance between the slavers, licking their lips and glaring at the naked women lewdly, secretly enjoying the view and only wishing it was them raping the women right now! They then look at their Matriarch, getting pounded happily while cocks violate her in midair. Finally, they make their decisions.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 272

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“Wh-what are you going to do?” Wendy demands.

Your smile continues to grow until you suddenly disappear. A moment later, a light rumbling starts to occur. Rather than being from the bombs and magical explosions occurring between the last free dark elves and the slavers, this rumbling appears to be coming from under the ground. The rumbling grows louder and louder, and soon no one can ignore it as the ground shakes.

“I have a bad feeling about this!” The boss of the human slavers shouts, “Turn the ships around, let’s get out of here!”

No sooner does he scream out the command as the rumbling stops. The men all walk around at each other in confusion. The dark elf women are tied up before them in various roles. At the moment, they have about 200 women in chains on their knees. The dark elves are all dark-skinned attractive women with pointy ears. The hair ranges from white to black. Their eyes are anywhere from black to red. Their boobs can be any size, as well as their height.

A relieved laughter shoots over the men as nothing happens. The rumbling must have just been a tremor from some distance thing unrelated to them.

“Come on, let’s get them on board the airships.” The boss gives the orders again.

The rest of the men nod, moving to pick up the women. A few give hateful glares, but more simply hold despair and confusion on their face. They seem unable to wrap their minds around simple men being able to overpower them. Weren’t women the greater sex? This seems completely contrary to what the Great Matriarch has been telling them. Women were just as strong as men, and didn’t lack in anything. So… how were these women so easily overpowered? If their weak pathetic husbands could fight off the slavers again and again, shouldn’t this be a piece of cake for them?

“Huh? What’s that?” A man asks, focusing on the ground.

Poking up from the ground is a little pink mound. He looked even closer. It seemed to be flesh colored. No, it looked like it was made of actual flesh. This was simply too weird.

“D-doesn’t that look like a peni-“

Boom!

The mound suddenly explodes, a massive pink fleshy trunk emerging from the ground. It isn’t the only one. Dozens of similar mounds sprout up everywhere. Immediately, the men retreat, abandoning the dark elves. They form up at the bosses order, pulling out their swords as more and more meat sticks shout out of the ground.

Rather than being completely hard, these trunks show to be a perfect mixture of fluidity and rigidity. They are quite hard on the tip, but as soon as they emerge from the ground, the turn, facing down at the flummoxed men like a snake. Dozens upon dozens of fleshy pink ground snakes have filled the entire area around the captured dark elves. Most of them are too confused to react, still in chains and unable to move even if they want to.

“Men! When they attack, chop these fuckers down!” The boss orders.

The so-called fuckers started to look around. The head of their cock and the urethra hole serving like an eye as the ground tentacles penises look around. The men can’t help but shutter as each penis gazes over them.

“Prepare yourselves!” the boss shouts.

Just then, the cocks start flexing, as if they’re vipers reeling back to strike. Then men immediately lift their swords, ready to sever these dick tentacles at the root. The cocks attack.

“Aiiiiiiii!”

“Nyaaaaaa!”

“Mmmmmm!’

Rather than the humans, the tentacles shoot down, each one selecting a woman and striking her.

“It’s so warm!” A dark elf cries as the penis slides down her exposed cleavage and enters her clothing.

“D-don’t go there!” Another girl cries as the penis pushes its way down the crack of her butt, sliding into her pants.

Everywhere throughout the forest, darkelf women are being snatched and grabbed by tentacle penis. Even Wendy and her pack are no exception. Five penis strike down on the women. Even without their chains, the wicked speedy attacks quickly cause them to be wrapped in manmeat. Even those darkelves that had successfully escaped are dragged back and then put in front of the confused and lost human slavers.

The writhing mass of fleshy penis wrapping around dark-skinned beauties is too much for the humans to take. They are too frightened of that mass of tentacles to even attempt to attack. The only thing they can do is look on helplessly while everyone becomes completely bound in penis.

Bound would be the correct word as well. The dicks wrap around their wrists, ankles, and bodices. Some squeeze tightly around the darkelf boobs when the women have boobs big enough to do so, eliciting strangely erotic noises from the girls. One of the women tries to bite at her penis. It slaps the woman across the cheek, as if the penis is disciplining her. Her eyes widen, not able to figure out what to do next.

“Damn it!” Wendy cries, being pulled up into the sky by three penis tentacles. “You filthy man! This isn’t what I had in mind.”

Soon, she’s up on display in front of the entirety of the dark elf tribe.

“Dark elf women…” A voice suddenly breaks across the tribe. “Behold your Matriarch! She is working hard to save all of you! If you wish to survive, you should act as she does! Follow the Matriarchy like the sheep you are!”

“Bastar-bluuuugh…” Wendy’s eyes pop open as a tentacle cock head shoves into her mouth.

“Wendy, this daddy here orders you to put on a good show for your girls!” You declare.

“!?” Wendy, facing an absolute command, suddenly gains a lewd look on her face.

In an instant, she begins sucking the tentacle cock like a pro. The two other tentacles attack her remaining holes. Soon, the Matriarch is making sexy noises while being held in the air by three tentacles. She’s enthusiastically sucking on one tentacle while another two violate her pussy and ass. Already, she’s gotten really into it, the pleasure of having all three holes violated destroying her sensibilities in an instant.

The dark elf women all stare up at their Matriarch in confusion. Wrapped in cock, she’s being pleasured by three giant tentacles. How does this fit into their feminist views? In the end, the answer is that it didn’t matter. This is what the Matriarch told them to do, and naturally, every feminists knows they need to follow the pack. Power in numbers! Even the slightest deviation in belief or free thought could get a girl ostracized. You either believe everything the feminists tell you without question, or you are an anti-feminist man lover!

As the resistance in the two hundred dark elves leaves, the penises suddenly flex. Wrapped under the women’s outfits as they are, there is a loud boom as clothing rips off the women. In the span of a few seconds, there are several hundred naked elves wrapped in penis. Many of the girls are blushing, but watching their Matriarch enjoy the penis so much, they can’t help but submit. The Matriarchy is never wrong. Some are scared, some are excited, and some are confused, but two hundred naked dark elves start to spread their legs.

“Time for phase two.” You grin.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 271

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Cleaning off the blood of the human bandits, you glance over at the shivering children.

“What are you children all terrified for? Haven’t you ever seen a man tear off another man’s head and then shove it up his ass?”

One kid starts crying.

“Ga Ga!” You look down at the baby in your arms, who is wearing a big excited smile at having seen you, making happy baby gaggles.

Of course, the baby is only a one day old, which given your magic means she’s already about two months old now. Even though a little Bandit blood splattered on her cheek, the baby is giggling and excited at seeing daddy. Well, since the baby was enhanced with your magic, she likely feels some kind of magical connection between the pair of you, causing her to resonate with the parent she’s only seen once.

“Well, at least my baby girl is happy. Aren’t you? Who likes seeing daddy smite his enemies to hell? You do! You do!” You find yourself automatically speaking to the baby sweetly while it giggles, no matter what your original feelings on the matter.

Had the harem been present, certainly they would have looked on to this seen with affection, their hearts beating quickly as they observe their man doting affection on his daughter… despite the fact that you’re covered in blood. One of the ten year old girls watching pees herself. Well… not every tiny can be Jasmine.

“You…” A voice broke you from your daughter’s treatment. “You… saved our children?”

“Eh?” You look around, realizing you had killed all the humans in the area, and while traumatized, the rest of the kids are safe by default. “Oh, I guess so.”

“Why?” The person who comes out the bushes turns out to be Wendy, who is leading a group of five women. “Why would you protect these children?”

Few of the women looked like warriors. Rather, they had whips and you are pretty certain one girl is holding a weaponized dildo. Clearly they pick up whatever dangerous tools they had nearby and fought with that. It turns out, all of the men are the soldiers of the group, and very few of the women in the tribe truly knew how to fight. A few acted as guards, but in the same way as a night patrol men in a factory. Being able to bully trespassers and being able to fight off an army were two very different things.

You shoot Wendy an annoyed look. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m the father. Of course, I would protect my child.”

“Y-your child…” Several of the dark elves eyes flash on the baby in your hands with complicated looks. “You… protected them.”

“Matriarch? Were the men perhaps protecting us all along?”

“Blasphemy!” Wendy spun, slapping the girl. “Don’t let yourself be misled so easily! Just because a man protected a woman only shows how dispensable and unimportant they are!”

“You know… you’re really good at interpreting things to your own convenience.” You sigh.

“Shut up! Filthy man!” Wendy shouts. “Girls, don’t forget this man sexual assaulted me!”

“She willingly had sex. Naturally, she did everything I asked her to do without complaint.”

“That doesn’t matter. It was… um… coercion! Don’t listen to him sisters. I told him I wasn’t interested and yet he still fucked me. That’s rape!”

“At best, that’s improper communication.” You shrug. “Look, no one can read your mind, and expecting people to do so is simply asking for too much. Sex, in general, requires a great deal of communication. When one side chooses to not communicate, or worst, give mixed signals, you need to treat situations on a case by case basis. You need to see both sides, and understand that intention is just as important as the outcome.”

“Lies! Only how women feel after it is done matters!”

“Living a life where only one side is ever held accountable is a breakdown in communication. Changes can’t be summed up by one sex against another sex. It’s all of society that needs to change to-“

“Enough with this childish philosophy bullshit!” Wendy cries.

“At least you admit even a child could understand this much…” You shrug.

“You…”

“On that note, I can save your entire race, if you want. This is what Pocahontas has said since the beginning.” You explain casually, even with the sound of fighting and the smell of blood nearby. “Riun is a city that welcomes all people, and the dark elves would offer something advantageous in the upcoming war against the demon realm.”

“We-we’ll never join you!”

“Suit yourselves…” You shrug.

Several groups of men far outnumbering Wendy find their way into the clearing. They immediately overwhelm the dark elf women and put them down to their knees. They also round up the children while wearing vicious predatory looks.  The only person they seem to ignore is you, holding the baby. Wendy shoots you a glare.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. They can’t see or hear me.”

“Th-then why are you still here?” she demands, warranting some strange looks from her captors.

“Pocahontas is my woman, and she means as much to me as all of my other women. I figure I at least owe her by witnessing the end of the entire dark elf race as a result of a single obstinate woman.”

“I-“ Wendy stopped as one of the men started fondling one of her dark elf women, her angry look turning complicated with guilt.

“Hey, don’t fondle the merchandise!” One man chastizes.

“Oh, come on boss, we caught so many dark elf bitches. They’re all such pure virgins, can’t we pop a couple?”

“That’s right, we were tasked with delivering virgins! Everyone knows dark elf men aren’t big enough to pop their cherries. Thus, the majority of these women are sweet virgins!”

“I think I saw a pregnant dark elf while I was spying!” One man suggests.

“Bullshit. Probably just a fatty. Well, fat virgins sell well too. According to the demands of boss, if they lose their virginity, they lose 9/10 their value. A pregnant dark elf would be basically useless.”

“Boss, about that… this one right here is worthless!” A man was lifting up some kind of recording stone in front of Wendy. “She’s pregnant! No virginity in this one at all!”

“Eh?” Wendy’s face turns red in shock while the other dark elves shoot her surprised looks.

“Ugh! Seriously?” The other man made a face. “Then, let’s just kill her. Not worth bringing along some pregnant slut!”

The first man raised a sword, but before he could swing it, blood sprouted from his neck and his head collapsed to the ground, followed by his body. The other men drew their swords, looking around confused.

“Who’s there?” They demand.

“So… I did knock her up after all…” You mutter while adjusting the baby in your arms with one hand and holding a bloody sword in the other. “Well, since she’s pregnant with my baby, naturally, I wouldn’t let you guys touch her.”

“Where did you come from?”

“Who cares? You tried to touch my woman… so die.” You make four more swings, and despite you being a distance away, the men all fall apart into pieces anyway.

“Y-y-your woman?” Wendy looks dizzy, still recovering from finding out she’s pregnant. “You saved me?”

“Hmph…” You put your sword away. “I am a man, after all. I stuck my dick in you even though I knew you were crazy, now that you’re pregnant, I have to take responsibility.”

“B-but… what about the rest of the darkelves?” She asks nervously.

“What about them? They aren’t pregnant with my babies.”

Wendy looks over at the four other girls. They nod at her in acceptance. She sighs and looks back at you.

“V-very well… I as the Matriarch give you permission on behalf of my tribe!”

“Huh?” You look down at her still on her knees before you. “What are you saying?”

“S-save my tribe.”

“I just said, I won’t save your tribe unless they happened to be all pregnant-“

Wendy’s eyes flash. “I know… if these humans favor virgin women, we must shed our virginity! Please impregnate the dark elves and make them yours!”

As Wendy says this, all five women lower their head. The proud dark elves that were just trying to sentence you death are now bowing and asking you to make them pregnant. Life is funny that way.

“Of course, you won’t be able to impregnate them until after, so for now just rescue as many girls as possible…” Wendy continues, lowering her head with a pout. “P-p-please…”

“You think I can’t do both at once?” You break into a laugh, an evil grin forming on your lips. “Hahahaha… its showtime!”

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 270

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“The court is postponed until this is resolved!” Wendy calls out, causing the dark elf women to flood out of the room.

In the event of this attack, everyone immediately became busy. It seems that in their distraction, they have forgotten about you and your girls. Thus, the lot of you are left to your own devices. You stand up, ripping off the chains that had kept you to the floor before stretching with a yawn.

“Hero… shall we man the pussy canons?” Ariel asks excitedly.

The other girls present noticeably shudder at the suggestions. However, when you shake your head, they let out a breath of relief.

“No, I don’t think we’ll be able to pussy canon our way out of this one.” You pat Ariel on the head. “Besides, I don’t plan to help those dark elf women unless they beg me on their knees.”

“They won’t, Benefactor…” Pocahontas sighs. “Regrettably, my mentor Matriarch Wendy is stubborn. She will not yield, even if she knows she’s wrong. I don’t think you’ll find any of them seeing the error of their ways. If anything, this event will only reinforce their hatred for men. Even though these men that rape and enslave them differ greatly from men who love and respect them, they have long since stopped noticing the difference. They will only use this as an example to further their segregation of men.”

“Hero-san, I suggest we leave. If they manage to repel the attack, they’ll only come after you. If they fail… then we don’t want to be bothered by the slavers.” Aurora suggests.

“My daughter, I won’t leave without my daughter.” You shrug.

Pocahontas smiles. “You truly are worth of being my baby’s father. The baby is located in the children’s ward.”

You nod. “I will send you all back to the airship. It’ll keep you safe until things are finished over here.”

“Are you really certain that you can just leave?” Grimhilde asks suspiciously towards Pocahontas.

“Grim!” Aurora tries to chastise her but Grimhilde shrugs.

“I’m just saying, your entire tribe is being destroyed, and you seem to be okay leaving.”

“My tribe…” Pocahontas looks down. “My tribe chose this path. It would be great if we could see eye to eye. However, after this trial, I realized how polluted dark elf culture has become. I no longer wish to be part of the tribe!”

“Pocohontas…” you give her a kiss on the forehead. “I will always take care of you.”

Pocahontas smiles. “Mm… and I will always take care of you.”

You wave your hand, and the spell sends all of the harem, including the ones who had been escorted out, back to your ship. Finally, you leave the room. The dark elf tribe appears to be built in a forest, various bungalows make up the majority of the village. Half of them are on fire right now, and there is the occasional boom of magic. You quickly make you way to the children’s hut, which is thankfully untouched by fire.

As soon as you near it, you can hear a bunch of human men standing nearby the entrance inside. They appear to be going around gathering up all the children inside. There are occasional shouts and crying as they are dragged out of their rooms.

“What do we have here?” One man asks.

“It’s the children.” another man chuckles harshly. “They’ll make great sex slaves. Get them while they’re young.”

“Why wait? I say we have some fun popping some tinys right now.”

“Girls from ages up to 10… it’s a tiny buffet!” Another adds.

“Do you think if I pop three six-year-olds it’ll add up to 18 and will be legal?”

“Who the hell cares, I want to rape them, strangle them to death, and then fuck their corpses.”

“Heil Hitler.”

“Fuck everybody, and their mothers.”

“I enjoy listening to Nickelback.”

“Hehehe… generic evil comment here.”

“Are we hated enough yet?” One guy asks.

“Who knows, oh, look a little dark elf baby. I’m going to stick my dick in it. We’ll be having meat stuffed baby kebab tonight!”

“Tag says the mother is… Pocahontas.” One of the guys says.

“Who cares, I’m about to rape her daught-“

“Okay… enough of this shit.” You step into the room.

The girl they are picking up disappears and is now in your arms.

‘Wh-who the fuck is this guy?”

“Bastard, are you on our side?”

“You know… I was cool with the rape, the child sex slavery, the pedophilia, the necrophilia, the implied cannibalism, your poor taste in music, and even the Nazism. However, you crossed the line by suggesting the one thing more deplorable than all of those put together!”

“Yeah, what’s that?” One of the men demands.

“NTR!” You growl. “The only one who will stick a dick in this daughter is daddy himself! Now it’s time to die!”

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