Helping wives with babies and matchmaking

— Calm your spirits and remain in this state until I give the signal that it is sufficient. It should not take long, no more than ten minutes — I caught myself in time. My daughters are not foolish young ladies either.

Our unborn children, having become like some unknown creature that devours everything that is offered, and whose appetite knows no bounds, have begun to adopt my new nature. In doing so, they have endangered the health and future prospects of their mothers.

As our family unit is robust and legitimate in every respect, having been formed through the most trustworthy and ancient matrimonial rites known to me, a profound spiritual bond exists between myself and future offspring, akin in intensity and activity to that of the child-parent bond. She has been the focus of my attention.

Due to the presence of a powerful conduit of energy that permeates and manifests itself across all planes of existence, ranging from the astral and mystical to the mental and vital, my children have begun to assimilate my new essence with remarkable alacrity and vigor. Having been conceived in the presence of a dragon, they have inherited it instantaneously through the seed and gestation. However, the recent metamorphoses of my soul have not gone unnoticed for them.. Having a continuous, profound connection with me, my offspring, who were still unborn but unquestionably true dragons, in the moment when I became a world-eater (although I admit that I am Ermungand only in a more perfect form), they instinctively recognized my transformation as a positive development and an unequivocal ascent on the evolutionary path of dragonhood. As soon as this realization permeated their being, their essences, along with their nascent souls, began to be remade according to my pattern.

If my wives previously possessed the strength to create fetuses and nurture their souls, adapting and shaping them to the essence of a dragon, then upon their acceptance by Ermungand's offspring, their souls drew three times more power from my wives, and this power grew exponentially with each passing day.

By the second day, my consorts were on the verge of collapse. To deplete the reserves of my divine partners in such a brief period is no easy feat.

Once I ascertained the cause of my beloved women's plight, the prospective mothers of my offspring, I set about creating artifacts designed to assist them in managing the aftermath of our children's voraciousness.

This was a fascinating endeavor, as I lacked knowledge in this aspect of the lives of divine beings, and what I possess today on this subject is the fruit of my own observations and investigations.

I immediately discerned that, even in their unborn state, our developing embryos within the wombs of their mothers are not directly implicated in this issue. They had no reason to suppress their insatiable hunger for power, which I can attest is a formidable task for a being whose very essence is boundless hunger.

Lacking mental constraints and possessing a well-developed will, their mental and sensory shells still in their infancy, they were only capable of restraining their hunger to the extent that their mothers could safely provide due to the instinctual bond of kinship. The strength of this limitation is remarkable! However, the evolution and expansion of their spiritual shells resemble the rhythmic beating of a heart. Initially, the soul amasses a charge within itself, followed by an intense and vigorous reaction, culminating in a powerful surge or explosion that opens and enlarges the shells.. At this juncture, the soul becomes completely immersed in the reality that surrounds it. Given that a significant amount of energy is devoted to the development of the soul, it endeavors to compensate for these losses in the present moment. Consequently, it begins to voraciously absorb the energy that lies within the realm of its capacities.

During this period, the infant becomes utterly detached from the external world, as its shell, having undergone a recent transformation, experiences a state of intense stress, akin to a dazed disorientation. However, once the influx of energy subsides and the condition of the infant's soul stabilizes, it promptly endeavors to suppress its essence and instinctually quells its hunger, thus seeking to protect its mother.

I am now embarking on my second attempt to address this challenging situation. Following the initial assessment, which involved gathering information from the wives and observing the rapid spiritual evolution of the children, I designed an intricate artifact complex using available materials. The goal was to provide the young ones with an adequate supply of energy. However, I underestimated both the rate at which they were growing and their insatiable hunger, as well as the capacity of the artifacts I had created. Their strength is increasing almost exponentially, leaving me without the necessary materials to construct artifacts capable of meeting their energy requirements. Consequently, my initial attempt to safeguard my wives and ensure the children's energy needs proved unsuccessful. The artifacts proved ineffective after only three days of use.

Alas, no suitable materials were to be found in this world, so I had to enlist Alfonso's assistance. Through his extensive spy network, trade connections, and informants, who were often demonic entities from different planes of existence, he procured the necessary components for me to create reliable support artifacts for my wives. These artifacts would possess the highest possible energy conductivity.

To my delight, Alfonso did not disappoint. Within the hour, I became the proud owner of hundreds of samples of materials, both inorganic and organic. The assortment was truly remarkable. Among the items he provided were the bones of chthonic monsters, chitin from an entity so powerful and resilient that I wouldn't be surprised if it were associated with Lolth herself. Additionally, there were various minerals and metals of extraordinary strength.

Among all the items I received and procured from my brother, two metals stood out as particularly well-suited for my purposes: mithril, a canonical material, and orichalcum. These metals were acquired by Alfonso via one of his henchmen, who was practically the right-hand man of one of the lords of the abyss. This metal originated from a realm in permanent conflict with the world of demons, where elves, dragons, goblins, orcs, and humans, among other races, reside.

The next step is to attempt to determine the coordinates of this peculiar realm and make an attempt to reach it. It would be fascinating to explore such a repugnant world that appears to have emerged from the pages of J.R.R. Tolkien's works. However, that is not the matter currently occupying my thoughts.

I approached the second attempt at creating artifacts with much greater responsibility and seriousness, endeavoring to consider every nuance. After all, these artifacts were crafted individually for each of my wives, taking into account not only the unique nature of the expecting mother but also the unborn child itself. My offspring have already manifested themselves as dragons even before taking their first breath — there is no other explanation for their prodigious greed!

What am I talking about? My children, who have already inherited my most incredible blessing in the form of dragonhood, were unwilling to relinquish even a single grain of advantage from the vast legacy their mother could bestow upon them. For instance, Maria's child prioritizes drawing mental, emotional, and astral energies from its mother, only thereafter turning to magical and other abilities according to a residual principle. All this is done with the goal of imbuing the infant with the gift of dreamwalking, which its mother possesses even before its birth.. After all, it is precisely these energies that serve as the fuel, and at the intersection of these very layers of the soul lies this spiritual artefact responsible for facilitating unhindered passage through the realm of dreams and granting control over the power of imagination.

Thus, for my beloved wife, it was crucial to take into account these aspects when designing her artefacts, ensuring that the flow of energy emanating from the artefact harmoniously aligned with her need for a balance between astral, mental, and sensual energies, followed by mana and other forms of energy.

Overall, I felt an immense sense of pride and joy for my unborn children and their mothers. They may still be in the womb, but my love for them is boundless!

Here, it is evident and self-evident that children will love their parents endlessly, for even in their irrational state, they attempt to resist their nature and do the impossible to avoid harming their mothers. The same holds true for my wives, who are so enamored with their children that they instinctively suppress their own resistance to negative influences. They are willing to share their power with their children, literally tearing a piece off of their own power and giving it away to their offspring without compensation.

I had to work hard to anticipate all the potential challenges in the future, given the unexpected acceleration in my children's power growth, which consequently led to a sharp increase in energy outflow from my wives.

The process involved duplicating energy channels multiple times and literally "soldering" artifacts into both realities simultaneously: the domain of the One and the realm with the serpent tree. From there, they could now absorb power freely in any quantity.

These artifacts were unattractive and resembled armor pieces, slightly narrower than armbands and extending from the wrist to the middle of the forearm, similar to bracelets on the legs. The belt was not narrow or elegant either. Unfortunately, it was not possible to make them smaller or more akin to jewelry.. The artefacts were also coated with adamantium on the surface, thus concealing from view the allure of the ice-blue mithril that served as their foundation, all in an effort to prevent the mithril from undergoing evaporation when subjected to excessive heat while conducting a substantial amount of energy.

However, when crafting these artifacts, I ensured that they drew upon the inherent exhaustion experienced by mothers during childbirth, without exploiting it for personal gain. I designed these artifacts such that they extracted just the necessary amount of energy from my wives, leaving them on the brink of exhaustion.

This approach benefits my beloved wives, allowing them to experience a mild degree of discomfort throughout their pregnancy, yet after giving birth, they will emerge at least ten times stronger than their pre-pregnancy state. In our divine realm, such an increase in strength is of significant importance. After all, greater strength makes it more challenging to achieve further breakthroughs without pushing oneself to the limits of endurance.

This is how one grows and develops, but it would take at least a thousand years for them to achieve the same level of strength through natural means without any training or development.

— That is all, you may come out now. Take the bracelets and belt from the pedestal, and put them on. But first, infuse a little of your essence into each item. This will bind the artefacts to you.

Feza was the last to customize her magical artefacts, and she has a particularly complex soul due to the dense convergence and fusion of her spiritual layers. She rushed into my arms before putting on her new items.

"Thank you, my love," she said. "Are there no more threats to our children now? Will they no longer hurt themselves or us?" she asked, her voice filled with anxiety and worry.

— Of course, my dearest. I adore you. And you and our unborn child. Naturally, I have done everything in my power to the best of my ability. So, if you do not expose yourself and take care, follow my instructions, and under no circumstances leave our world, everything will be well.

Here, of course, I have slightly exaggerated the colours and their presence in my realm is not necessary for the proper functioning of the artefacts supporting children, but it certainly will not be redundant. Here, I am absolutely certain that in my realm, no one can deprive my artefacts of access to power to keep them operational. However, if they find themselves in either the Magical Realm or on Earth, such a possibility exists. And while it may seem incredible that a God of Space could take up arms against my wives, only he would be able to overcome the strength of the connection between my artefacts and my realms. Yet, even my encounter with Ermungandr in miniature seemed an impossible event to me once.

Indeed, I used to consider myself a dragon. However, after devouring Xolotl, I became a true dragon, and only a lizard that has conquered the skies can be truly considered such. This experience has made me more liberated and depraved than ever before.

As soon as Fez clung to me, I instinctively reached out to her. My right hand, guided by an impulse beyond my conscious control, began to caress her ass. It had already slipped under her panties, and was now exploring the moist folds of her aroused womanhood with vigor.

"You are so beautiful and divine that I couldn't resist my own desires!" I exclaimed, covering her lips with a passionate kiss. I felt overwhelmed by my own emotions and desires.

"What about the girls?" — and that's where they found such a connection? No, no, it's just that they empathize so deeply with each other. But it's still astonishing! Even now, when, involuntarily, I began to exert pressure on her, with my own libido, spreading aphrodisiacs (a feature of dragon bodies) and lustful energies around me, she found strength to break off the kiss and inquire about her girlfriends and sister-in-laws in one person.

— Do not be alarmed, my dear. (A soft, squishy noise follows as I tear myself away from those magnificent breasts, with their pert, protruding nipples, that were just in my mouth.) Each of my wives is now in my embrace, ready to join me in this endeavor! Rrrrrrhhr — and with that, I break out in a roar, completely naked, having discarded all of Fez's garments. The dragon's libido is not inferior to that of incubi and succubi, the demons of desire. I cannot resist my wives once I have been with them for an extended period of time!

And as soon as the infant's conscience had calmed, she herself embraced me with a kiss, her claws still failing to pierce the skin on my back, but leaving marks nonetheless. After that, we both fell through the window portal and landed in our bedroom, where I could see three additional versions of myself, each with one of my wives, engaged in an activity that was both fascinating and stimulating.

One of them was fiercely assaulting Mei, while Koneko rode me in the traditional horsewoman position, and Maria, in a 69 configuration, literally fucked me, her mouth completely engulfing my penis, while her own pussy pressed against my face. My tongue, worthy of Orochimaru's envy, explored her inner depths, reaching as far as her uterus.

However, it appeared that the pleasure derived from contact and intimacy with my wives had diminished, and as a result, each of them now received pleasure from two of my bodies simultaneously.

Having become a Yermungand, I have significantly increased my strength, and now my capacity for possessing multiple bodies with a single soul is limited to eleven. I cannot precisely determine how this number compares to my previous measure of power in order to assess the extent of my increase in strength since the Xolotl pact, but based on my internal sensations, it appears to be approximately the same. My strength has tripled, and this pertains not only to raw power but also to the quality of my forces. They have attained a greater degree of perfection, such that I no longer need to exert mental effort to replicate the effects of destruction or other manifestations akin to the most potent Sumerian incantations. I shall refrain from commenting on the subtlety of my energy expenditure. However, I have momentarily strayed from the topic at hand.

Now I was observing, participating, and perceiving reality through the lens of the feelings and capabilities of ten bodies that belonged to me simultaneously. I could observe from the sidelines as I took all of my wives at once. Koneko, still a petite girl in appearance, wrapped her legs around my waist, and her lips met mine in a long, intense kiss. On the other side, my other wife, literally rode her girl on my erect penis, impaling herself with such force that the average human eye could not keep up with the speed at which she moved.

At the same time, I tortured her sensitive breasts with one hand, squeezing and tugging on her nipples. My other hand was caressing and massaging her fluffy cat ears. But this was only one of the bodies inhabited by Koneko; the other was behind my wife's back, pressing my chest tightly against her back as I thrust into her with force.. There was something deeply perverse and sinister about thrusting into my partner's posterior and feeling the tightness of her anal sphincter around my penis. It elicited a profound sensation, igniting an unbridled passion. As I took her from behind, my hands played with her pony tail.

However, Koneko was not the only one subjected to my domineering presence and desire for dominance. In a similar manner, with one body lying on the floor and another sitting on top, May sat astride me, while the second body sat behind. I dominated my fox, her tails writhing like serpents, caressing our bodies and attempting to entwine us, increasing the intensity of our movements. But who could resist her?

My inner dragon was ravenous and insatiable!

Perhaps the most surreal and bizarre scene in our bedroom involved the four of us: my three bodies and Maria, who was penetrated in all orifices, with my bodies in a half-transformed state resembling dragonoids.

Maria appeared to be the most perverse of my wives in terms of fantasy, yet I recall her as a child of complete innocence, blushing at the mere touch of me and mildly embarrassed by her «vicious» desires to capture my attention, manifested, as she believed, through her excessively bare shoulders.

Indeed, she was attracted to bestiality, in a sense. However, in justification and defence of her position, Maria attributes the fact that she became a victim of lustful, depraved, rapacious, and dominating dragon to the circumstances beyond her control, as he ingratiated himself into her father's confidence and seduced her, an immaculate maiden.

She is quite amusing, after all. Nonetheless, her upbringing within the strict confines of Catholic dogma prevents her from acknowledging her own depravity.

The third week of our fun is now over, yet none of us shows any signs of fatigue or desire to quit this orgy. Our unborn children, however, are not entirely to blame for our endurance. They eagerly absorb the wild cocktail of diverse energies that our souls produce in the moment of resonance during intimacy and orgasm, for these energies carry a trace of passion, desire, love, and tenderness simultaneously.

I cannot predict how this will impact them in the future when they are born, and it is difficult for me to imagine that such an emotional blend could have a negative effect on children. However, as I observe and track how they greedily consume the energy from their surroundings, which is facilitating their rapid development in the womb, I can confidently state that at this stage, they only benefit from how their parents express their love and emotions for each other.

Even now, in the face of a constant dissipation of free energy emanating from the surrounding environment, the protective mechanisms of the bedchamber struggle to contain it within its confines, lest it spill over and wreak havoc upon the less fortified enchanted regions of the palace and the adjacent subterranean city.

In general, it is difficult to put into words the joy and bliss that permeate me at the moment when I am simultaneously united with all my wives. And I am not referring solely to the sheer quantity and intensity of the tactile pleasures derived from the physical contact with four beautiful women. I am speaking of the connection and resonance between our souls.

But if I am so elated by this experience, why did I not seize the opportunity to engage in orgies with my clones earlier? How can I explain it more precisely and concisely? Hmm... perhaps a comparison might be apt. My clones are not perceived as an extension of myself; they are mere golems, magical constructs that I have direct access to and can partially perceive through. Allowing them to interact with my wives would be akin to giving them intimate toys — a sign of my own impotence, as if I were merely an observer, watching their interactions on video.. It is one thing to engage in playful interactions with toys, but to assume that my wives might require such distractions in my absence implies a lack of self-worth on their part. It is preferable, if anything, to alleviate sexual tension among ourselves.

This raises the question of why I have not entrusted my wives with the responsibility of providing pleasure and creating cherished memories through the use of clones. In our intimate moments, which involve my active participation, I refrain from using them, as they would merely dissipate the energy of the chaos that arises from the resonance of our souls during unity.

However, their own bodies are a different matter entirely. They are inextricably linked to me, serving as an extension of my essence, each representing a fragment of my physical self. Such is the nature of our connection.

Alas, however delightful as my union with my beloved wives may be, there is a matter that demands my presence. I had a meeting scheduled today, and it would be impolite to skip or delegate my responsibilities to a proxy. Thus, one of my physical forms was compelled to depart from the scene of tender embraces, where my wives had lost all sense of propriety and were now embodiments of pure sensuality and desire.

I, the «eleventh», was called upon to engage in negotiations with Alfonso, a task that promises to be challenging. I must shield a portion of my mental essence, along with other facets of my soul, from the tumultuous emotions that arise from the intense intimacy shared with my wives. These emotions, it seems, will persist for an extended period.

My wives, unaware of the gravity of the situation, continue their revelry unabated, their libidos seemingly sated by the intensity of our couplings.

But with a great effort, I compelled a part of my mind to cease its unrest and abandon its participation in debaucheries, focusing instead on the impending encounter with Alphonso, for our conversation is set to be both intriguing and exhilarating. More specifically, it will be so for my brother-in-law, as he will need to find a way to navigate the volatile temperament of his beloved.

"Hello, brother. I must confess I am surprised that you have sent me a patronus seeking an official meeting. I dread to speculate on the reason behind this. What has transpired?"

He appeared tense at this moment, but he must understand that regardless of what has occurred, nothing can threaten me from his side. Nonetheless, we are bound by blood ties, and even as a deity, I cannot circumvent these obligations and harm him or conspire against his family. Here I am, seemingly out of the blue, requesting an official meeting. Most suspicious!

"Calm down, my dear friend. I have come to you as a go-between. You need not look so surprised, for it is my own student whom you have caught my attention, and it is, to say the least, not a casual interest. Mind you, she is graciously receiving your attentions. This is what has brought me here. As the one responsible for her before the face of the world, I am duty-bound to ensure that her personal life progresses and is fulfilled."

As Alfonso listened to these words, a myriad of emotions crossed his face, from panic and surprise to astonishment and joy. Yes, he was an old hand, the seventh century was smoking like a chimney, but he was still an easy read.

"Was my interest so evident?" he asked despondently, but then he abruptly rose from his chair and began pacing the office, muttering to himself. "So that's what it's all about… Well, Lubava… Well…"

But then he stopped short, not completing his thought, as he remembered that he was not alone in the room. However, one did not need to be a genius to finish the sentence for him. It surprised him that Lubava had not taken any physical action against him, for she was a woman of impulsive and fiery temperament. He puzzled over why she had not contacted him at all, considering that everyone was aware of his feelings for Sylvia Greengrass.

"Do you recall when I asked you to undergo a ritual some time ago? You were so eager at the time that you did not even inquire about its purpose, satisfied with my response that it was merely diagnostic. Well, it was indeed diagnostic, but you could not have imagined that its true purpose was to discern the fateful and unbreakable connections destined for us by the cosmos."

Damn, what a fool and an oaf he can be at times! And this from Mordred, the infamous demonologist and dark magician, I might add.

"You did not share the results with me?" Why is it that I am unaware of them? Brans's indignation was palpable, his childlike resentment directed at me for withholding such intriguing and significant information.

— To answer your second query, it is a matter of my own personal growth in the field of ritualistic practices. At the time, I was initially more concerned with the fate of my beloved student, whom I consider like a grandchild. As for you, old man, I did not hire you to change diapers, nor to treat you like a child. It was your responsibility, first and foremost, to take the lead and put all your efforts into discovering whether there was a future for you and Sylvia, rather than continuing to deceive the young lady with your captivating aura as a brilliant but flighty scientist.

"Fair enough," he conceded, sinking back into his seat. "So, what about the ritual? What were the results?"

"Congratulations, she truly is your destiny, and an ideal match for you to become a wife equal to Lyubava," I said. "Knowing you, I have no doubt that, as an honourable and rational person, you will act with integrity, and rash actions cannot be expected of you. So I have taken responsibility and already had preliminary discussions with her parents, exploring their feelings about having such a rare individual as the 'Vienna Recluse' as a son-in-law."

"And?" he asked, standing up eagerly to hear the response. Yes, indeed, true love can be more powerful than any drug or other mind-altering substance. Could he not anticipate the answer, as it seemed so obvious?

"Of course they will not object," I replied. "They will, in fact, welcome it. Marrying your daughter to an archmage would grant them immunity from any future actions of yours. I care not for anyone in the country, nor even in England or the entire world, if they have such a relative."

Generally speaking, when considering the situation in its entirety, I was quite astonished when I initially detected a genuine and highly specific interest on the part of young Sylvia towards my brother, whom I had requested to impart his knowledge and share his expertise in the field of demonology with my students. This development subsequently gave rise to a brief period during which Alfonso's heart, known for its callousness, began to experience a sense of affection towards Sylvia, whose talents in the realm of druidry were truly remarkable. Druids, it should be noted, excel in their ability to engage with elemental spirits and the spirits of nature, possessing the capacity to summon elementals, and their approach to magic bears a striking resemblance to that of demonologists.

Alfonso and I found common ground with remarkable alacrity, and a scant month later, he sought my consent to enlist my student in his project. It transpired that he had been unexpectedly drawn to the study of chimerology, finding it advantageous to have access to a woman endowed with the gifts of life magic and the abilities of a druidic lab assistant.

I granted his request without reservation, and after a few months, I invited Alfonso to join me in a ritual designed to validate my suspicions. The ritual confirmed my hunch, for they were meant for one another.

It is amusing to observe individuals whose sincere affection transforms them into fools in certain matters and circumstances. Upon hearing my response that Sylvia's parents would welcome such a union, Alfonso burst into a broad smile and became utterly absorbed in his thoughts.

"Regain your composure, you fool. Do tell me, how is Sylvia faring in her relationship with Lubava? After all, my pupil frequently visits your residence, and as far as I am aware, she has known your wife for quite some time.

— Well... they seem to get along, which is peculiar, indeed, — Brans pondered briefly, deep in thought. — And why was I not more attentive to their friendship in the past?

That is correct. I simply lack the words to express it. The final remark, the question he posed, was no less of a revelation to Alfonso than it was to me. Only now, upon reflecting on the past months, has he been able to recognize the budding camaraderie between my student and his wife. This is the answer to the query as to why Lyubava has yet to sever his spine and tie a knot around his scrawny neck.

— Very well. Then let us disregard this moment, for the young ladies appear to have already settled matters among themselves without your involvement. In such a case, you must act swiftly, lest you become a Grand Magician or a Psion, both of which are within your reach, and yet you may not have the time to engage in courtship.

The situation is as follows. If we were to wait for Alfonso's deification in any direction, we would be postponing Sylvia's wedding ceremony for an indefinite period. It is not possible to marry a mortals with a god, as it would have a detrimental effect on her development, preventing her from achieving success in any field. On the contrary, an engagement eliminates this potential obstacle in the future. Therefore, they need to swiftly go through the ceremony of confirming their intentions, and after reaching adulthood, Sylvia will be free to marry her beloved without any hindrances.

After fifteen minutes of discussion, we have scheduled the ceremony for the first of June, a week from now. Now, we must travel to England and inform the delighted parents of this upcoming event.

After some five years, their daughter will become the bearer of a double surname: Greengrass-Brans. This is most certainly not the norm, for Sylvia is the sole heir to the family line. However, Alfonso, being a prominent figure in the magical community, has his own share of followers. He is far from pleased that his future spouse will one day assume the leadership role, with him as her consort. Alas, there is little he can do about it.

The idea of his children bearing no mention of their paternal lineage in their name is unthinkable to him. Thus, he presented this condition to Sylvia's parents: either they accept it or he has yet to decide what action to take in the event of refusal. But he is a man of vast imagination, and he shall surely devise something! Let us not be led astray.

It was with this news that I dropped a bombshell on the heads of my students' parents without any warning. As I anticipated, they acquiesced to Alfonso's request that his wife — and consequently, the entire family — adopt a double surname in the future. Of course, they would have refused such a notion. One need not be a Higher Psi-empath to discern their thoughts, which were dancing with joy in their minds. They were overjoyed and content with the future that lay ahead for their daughter. They would impart this joyous news to my students themselves, as Sylvia was currently visiting her cousin at Grimmauld Place.

However, I may need to do something similar myself if I do not want to delay the moment when I make Bellatrix my own for a millennium.

Phineas will be delighted when I approach him with such a proposal, demanding his great-niece's hand in marriage. In the coming years, Bellatrix will only have to attain the status of Archmage, acquiring the eighth layer of her soul, which is responsible for preventing regression.