The Miracle of Life

As Alex fucked her Hades began to lose all track of time and her surroundings, not knowing how to handle the feelings surging through her body.

Every single time his disgusting cock brushed a certain spot inside of her, it was like lightning from Zeus himself surged throughout her body. When he hammered into her cervix her body would go weak, threatening to buckle had he not been holding her up. And when he came, flooding her womb with his seed, it was like her entire being was set afire internally as the root of life filled her.

It was a strange thought to Hades.

She was the ruler of the underworld, sovereign over the dead. And yet here she was, being filled with the seed of life.

It would be even more ironic if she were capable of getting pregnant. But, as if he were reading her mind, Alex whispered into her ear suddenly, "I CAN get you pregnant if I wanted to."

"!?!"

Hades would have said something had Alex not sealed her lips right after saying that, before proceeding to fuck her with renewed vigor despite having just came.

"Shall I breed you Hades?" He whispered again as their lips separated, with Hades swearing she could hear his voice echoing inside her head.

"Shall I have you bear me a son?"

"Or maybe a daughter?"

"She could have my strength, and her mother's beautiful hair."

The image appeared in Hades' mind suddenly, of her holding an infant girl with white hair that shimmered with the color of all the world's gemstones. She, the ruler of death, bearing and rearing life.

It was something so incomprehensible, yet her womb throbbed at the mere thought. And no, she did not think it was from Alex hammering his cock against it.

The goddess of the underworld shook her head at the thought, as if trying to rid herself of it. She was HADES, ruler of the afterlife and one of the most powerful, feared, and respected gods in the divine realm.

She had no time to indulge in foolish feminine fantasies, much less those involving the man currently defiling her.

Just as she tried to resolve herself to fight against this temptation that was echoing in her head and whispering in her ear, Alex plunged his entire length inside of her once more before releasing another torrent of life-bearing seed. Directly into her womb.

"Maybe that did it?" He whispered to her once more.

"!!!"

Again, a surge flowed through her body just from the heat that was filling her, followed by a throb at Alex's words as the image of an infant girl resurfaced in her mind.

This process repeated itself several times over the following hours, as Alex continuously fucked Hades while whispering promises and ideas to her, and she was forced to confront her womanhood over and over again.

All while his clone, created through Spirit Control, fought against Ra and the remaining gods.

...

'This.....cannot be.....' Ra thought as he lay on the ground, defeated alongside the remaining gods that had descended with him. Not counting those traitorous whores of course.

Sköll, Hati, Quetzalcoatl and Xerxes had all fallen before Alex to begin with, but they had been followed incredulously by Hades, who had in fact been a GODDESS under her menacing looking armor.

Now that same Hades, who had always enforced and demanded respect, propriety, and awe, looked like no more than a common whore as she eagerly bounced on his lap. There was no semblance of awe or propriety in her bearing whatsoever as she rutted without a single care of where they were and who was watching.

Her expression was one of raw desire, her hair was a mess, her tits flailed in every direction, her cunt was a sopping mess as it gushed both fluid and semen, and even her puckered sphincter was on display for anyone to see as Alex grabbed and spread her ass cheeks.

There was a desperation to her as well that he noticed, as if she were experiencing everything she had been denying herself since time immemorial, and was trying to make up for it here and now before it was too late.

Even worse than Hades was Hathor and Sekhmet, Ra's long time devoted attendants alongside Bast, who had all betrayed him now.

He had known Bast had betrayed him the moment they had descended, and he had planned to discipline her accordingly alongside Hathor and Sekhmet. But he never would've expected both Hathor AND Sekhmet to betray him as well.

Yet here they were, with the second Alex readily pounding into her from behind while using her horns as handles, and Sekhmet clinging to him while running her tongue along his body.

Watching the two Alex's go at it with different goddesses, Ra couldn't help but to inwardly sneer at how being a god of indulgence and debauchery was more fitting for him than being a noble sun god.

But however much Ra wanted to protest, he was unable to do much as speak due to the magical bindings Alex had placed on him. All he could do was watch as Alex fucked the three goddesses until he was satisfied, which didn't seem to be any time soon.

Hours passed, and then FINALLY, the sun began to rise on the horizon. Not that anyone really noticed of course, with both Alex and Ra present.

As morning dawned on Orario, numerous sights could be seen around the city.

Firstly, the entire landscape around Alex and the three goddesses was completely and utterly destroyed due to their battle, while in the middle one could see him(with his clone dispelled) basking in the afterglow with the three beautiful goddesses. Nearby was Ra and the rest of the gods that tried to attack him, all of them beat up and tied up in embarrassing positions to humiliate them.

Then there was the other side of Orario, where Ares had led his forces in their attack on the city. Now however there was only a sea of corpses courtesy of the orcs, tauren and goblins of Asora.

As Alex had promised, none of the attackers had been spared in assault, with the goblin snipers having enjoyed the target practice when some of them tried to flee. All that was left were the gods/goddesses, and the ruling mortals of each faction that had joined the assault. Well, those who had survived anyways.

The only reason they were still alive was that Sairaorg wanted to leave them for Alex to personally deal with, as the emperor of Asora.

Sitting at the head of the group of captured gods and mortals was Ares, who was completely and utterly furious at how things had turned out.

Not only had he not gotten to fight against the Dragon Emperor, but he hadn't even been able to fight against the man before him.

"What kind of war god are you? Commanding the battle from the back lines instead of leading your men out yourself?!" Ares spat at Sairaorg in disgust.

Instead of appearing offended at the jab, Sairaorg just shrugged as he replied, "well I can't be expected to do EVERYTHING myself. It's only fair to let the others get a chance to fight."

Though there was nothing wrong with his reasoning, the look of disgust on Ares' face intensified at such 'cowardice'. But neither Sairaorg, his peerage members, Rossweisse, Thrall, Baine Bloodhoof, leader of the tauren, and commander Holb of the goblin forces cared as they waited for the arrival of their emperor.

Soon enough Alex finally appeared, accompanied by a trio of goddesses and a number of gods suspended in air above him.

"Looks like you had fun." Sairaorg commented as he glanced over the restrained gods, as well as the goddesses walking beside him.

"Tons. Too bad I can't justify going Nika that much." Alex said with some lamentation in his voice.

Whenever he channeled the power of Nika he could feel a keen sense of liberation and freedom within his very self, and that was only amplified whenever he made the full transformation. It was like his entire personality shifted since he was, quite literally, capable of anything and everything through the power Nika provided.

Unfortunately it also severely lowered his inhibitions, as nearly all of his wives and lovers readily complained after the few times he had transformed for them.

"Yeah... That's too bad..." Rossweisse said sarcastically, making Alex smirk in amusement as he recalled the last time he rampaged with the Valkyries.

He then turned his attention to the collection of men, women, gods, and goddesses, all gathered before him, which the majority of the latter two groups were gaping at Alex in disbelief since he also had Ra bound and gagged. Though they were also looking at Hades curiously, who Alex dressed in a tiny thong bikini made of black metal, a pair of black leather heels that went up to her knees, and a black cloak.

None of them could even fathom that THAT Hades was actually the beautiful and busty woman before them that was exposing the majority of her body.

Unceremoniously tossing the gods he had defeated with the rest, Alex ran his eyes over the collection of captured VIPs, before settling on one in particular.

"Bell?" Alex uttered in surprise with his brows rising questioningly.

"The one Cara was obsessed with?" Rossweisse asked.

"That's the one. Though I never expected him to fall in with Ares' lot." Alex said while wondering what to do with this current situation. After all, Bell was glaring at him so hatefully that Alex was sure he would try to take revenge on him if released.

It was actually quite commendable considering the rest of the captured mortals were looking at him with undisguised terror after what they had just experienced. Ignoring them though, Alex continued looking down at Bell while trying to figure out what to do.

Bell was the actual protagonist of Danmachi, and, like Hajime, could make for a decent ally if trained up properly. The only two problems were that Bell was clearly antagonistic towards him already, and his nature as a harem protagonist.

"I'll just deal with him later." Alex said, deciding to shelve the issue as he sent him to one of the Myriad Realms of Revelry. Obviously one that was different from where he'd sent the previous goddesses.

"Now to deal with the rest of you." Alex said as he turned his attention towards the others.

"If you recall, I said that we would leave no survivors amongst those who attacked Orario." Alex began gravely, referring to his earlier visit to Ares' war camp.

"However I also acknowledge that several amongst you had no choice in the matter. As such, I will allow those individuals to go free so long as they promise to never attack Orario or myself ever again. The rest of you however....."

Alex let his threat hang in the air as their minds all swirled with all kinds of thoughts and ideas, with their hopeful freedom being at the forefront.

Of course most of them inwardly mocked Alex for his naivety, even as one of the gods stepped forward hurriedly and fell to his knees before him.

"I swear.... I will never hold hostile intentions towards Orario and your majesty ever again!" Resheph swore with his forehead pressed into the dirt at Alex's feet.

Hidden from their view though, the corners of his mouth were curled up just ever so slightly as he already plotted to unleash curses and plagues unlike anything this world had ever seen as soon as he was freed.

"Stand." Alex said in an authoritative tone, prompting the youthful looking god to do just that as the smirk vanished from his face, instead being replaced by a look of pleading innocence.

Alex smiled warmly at Resheph, which the god returned in the form of a hopeful beam as his eyes seemed to sparkle innocently.

*SQUELCH!*

"Eh...?"

Resheph uttered in confusion as he felt a sudden pain, before looking down to see Alex's hand buried in his chest.

Without even uttering another peep, Alex ripped whatever it was he had gripped out of the god's body, resulting in him crumbling to particles of dust that was scattered on the wind.

"""!?!?"""

The gods and goddesses watched in abject horror as one of them was unceremoniously killed, before their attention focused on what Alex had ripped out of Resheph.

Then, before their eyes, Alex raised it to his mouth before swallowing the item while. Unknown to them, he then received numerous notifications about receiving divine authority over War and Plagues.

Alex took a moment to digest the divine soul and assess the changes to his abilities, namely that he was now able to create and even weaponize plagues, curses and diseases. He then turned his attention back to the gathered captives, and said,

"This is what awaits most of you, and those who try to fool me. I possess divinities over Treachery, Betrayal and Plots, so there is no tricking me with pretty words of reconciliation or flattery. Next?"

...

Over the next hour Alex either consumed or released the gods that had attacked them, one by one.

Phobos and most of the others that served under Ares were spared, as they were forced to either join him or be killed and sent back to the divine realm, as well as a few others that were in similar situations or were simply fooled by Ares. He also spared the goddesses of course, though they were mostly drafted to join the combat maids afterwards.

With each soul Alex consumed he could feel his innate powers growing as his various divinities increased or were strengthened.

Upon consuming Poseidon's soul, Alex was able to feel the very crust of the earth as it shifted ever so slightly beneath his feet, as well as the waves and currents within the oceans that spanned the entire planet. Consuming Vulcan had given him divine authority over volcanoes and smithing, while Pluto had granted Alex complete authority over the dead and all of the valuables that could be found beneath the earth.

Finally there were only Ares and the mortal rulers of the various factions left, who Alex judged just like the gods. Those who did not want to attack Orario, but were pressured into doing so by the other factions or their godly ruler, were spared. However those who DID want to attack Orario due to their own greed, envy or arrogance, were executed via Alex's death scythe so that their souls became his to command.

That left only Ares remaining, who glared at Alex with all of the loathing and disgust he could muster.

"Where is your honor?" Ares spat the second Alex removed the bindings that prevented him from speaking.

"Executing those who stand against you and consuming their very souls? What kind of god are you?"

Alex just looked down at the bound Ares, not answering for a moment before his mouth curves into a wicked grin.

"Who said I was a god?" Alex asked as a sinister aura began to permeate their surroundings.

His skin turned deathly pale, while his eyes became the blackest of blacks, and dark lines began to spread throughout Alex's body like a web of darkness from the horns that had sprouted upon his head.

*WHOOSH!*

Too many wings to count spread from Alex's back then, each one looking as if they had been formed from the shadows themselves, and the very weeds and ground around Alex began to wither and crumble away into dust as his demonic energy surged.

Even as Sairaorg and the others remained indifferent, horror filled the gathered goddesses and mortals that Alex had spared. All but one, who looked at Alex with a growing sense of awe. But none were more horrified than Ares.

The god of war was being subjected to the entirety of Alex's murderous aura and killing intent, which far surpassed even his own bloodthirst and drive for war.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?!?!?!?!?"

Ares' scream rang out as he tried to back away desperately, only now realizing that he was no longer bound into place.

Immediately Ares grew to enormous size while conjuring a spear into his hand that radiated divine power.

The power condensed and built upon itself as Ares poured every single drop of his energy into this attack, building up until the point that he could have easily wiped out the entire continent if the attack landed. It was a desperate maneuver that would have serious consequences for him as well, but he no longer cared. All that mattered was the destruction of the THING before him.

The entire time though Alex just stood there with a sinister smirk, as if he found Ares' actions humorous.

"DIE!"

Ares' voice boomed as he thrust the spear at Alex, focusing all of its power solely on the tip in order to destroy him. And Alex finally reacted.

A finger.

That was all he needed to stop the spear in its track, halting all of its momentum while he himself appeared to have not budged a single centimeter.

Even as the spear stopped though, the divine power fueling it did not.

Instead, the power continued unobstructed INTO Alex, flowing into him unceasingly as if he were a black hole.

"NO!" Ares roared as he felt every single drop of power flowing out of him, through the spear, and into Alex's body.

Even as he tried to stop, tried to back off and retreat, he was unable to even budge his own spear or release his grip on it. Instead he was forced to stand there and suffer as every single bit of his divine power was drained, including even his authorities.

Soon his enlarged body began to shrink, as he no longer had the strength to even maintain his current form. And even when he was the same size as a mortal, it did not stop there.

Though he did not continue to shrink in the same sense, Ares felt his armor grow baggy and heavy on his body as he started to wither away, his muscles deteriorating as his skin grew wrinkled and loose on his body.

When he was finally able to release his hold on his spear, Ares appeared as if he had aged hundreds of millions of years. If he had a beard, he would have looked perfectly like the elderly man who was already knocking on death's door.

He fell to his knees, both out of despair and being too weak to stand as he beheld his body.

"Please....kill me..." He wheezed as tears streamed down his face, unable to stomach the fact that he was now so weak.

"No."

Ares looked up at Alex in alarm when he heard that, scarcely believing that he had heard correctly.

"W-why....?" He uttered tiredly.

"Because, I don't feel like granting you mercy." Alex sneered down at him, flashing a row of sinister looking teeth.

"ALL of this was caused by you, Ares." Alex said, gesturing to the hundreds of thousands of corpses that littered the battlefield around them, as well as the debris and body parts that floated in the now red sea that Poseidon had created. Seeing this had caused no little amount of hatred to bloom within the hearts of those Alex had spared, as many of them had lost friends and loved ones in the battle, while the gods/goddesses had all lost their Familia members.

"You should not be allowed to flee from the results of your own hubris, your arrogance. As such, I shall condemn you to an eternity of suffering in a realm of cold and suffering. Coldharbour."

As Alex decreed so, a portal opened beside him that immediately caused the surrounding temperatures to plummet as mist and snow flowed out of it. And emerging from the portal was a beautiful woman with bluish skin and elvish features, who surveyed the scene with cold eyes before they landed on Ares'.

"Is this him, my liege?" The woman purred in a voice that was barely over a whisper.

"Yep. Deal with him as you see fit." Alex said while reversing his transformation as he turned away from Ares, no longer caring about the former god of war.

"I shall see to it." The woman, Sylvanas Windrunner, purred once more.

With a flick of her finger, the portal grew and shifted to engulf both herself and Ares all at once before vanishing, allowing the air to slowly warm up once again.

With just one last thing to take care of, Alex waved his hand to reverse all of the damage that was done to the surrounding landscape during the battle, including the inland sea that Poseidon had created. He had also reduced the remains of those who had been killed to ashes, which were scattered on the wind to be spread all over the continent.

"That should be everything important taken care of. I'll go ahead and leave the rest to you, Sairaorg." Alex said, turning towards his trusted general.

"Haa.... Just dumping all of the work onto your subordinates again?" Sairaorg said wryly, though it was obvious he was just joking.

"Always. Leave the work to everyone else, and spend all of my time fooling around. THAT is the philosophy of my rule." Alex said as he unhesitatingly grabbed two of the nearby goddesses, and pulled them close while squeezing their asses.

""Kyaaa!""

Both of them let out lovely cries of surprise at the sudden development, but neither of them fought against Alex's advances even as their clothes vanished, and his fingers began to prod forbidden places.

Regardless of if they wanted to or not, they had attacked Alex with the intent of destroying him and 'liberating' Orario. Though neither goddess, nor the rest of those Alex spared, doubted that the vast majority of Orario would have been either slaughtered or enslaved in the wake of the attack.

As far as they were concerned, Alex had the right to do whatever he wanted with them due to the right of conquest and spoils.

If he wanted them to pleasure him, then they would have no choice but to do so to the best of their ability.

Not knowing that they were in for something COMPLETELY different, Alex pulled all of the goddesses, Valkyries, and even Hestia into the Myriad Realms of Revelry to unwind.

...

"Haaa...haaa.....haaa....."

The sounds of carnal pleasure filled the pavilion as hundreds of women engaged in debaucherous acts of indulgence.

At the center of them all was Alex, sitting upon a cushioned throne as dozens of women moved to cater to him in any and every way he desired. At the moment though he was focusing on one woman in particular.

"You were brilliant tonight Hestia...." Alex told the goddess in a voice of adoration, before kissing her passionately as both her vaginal and anal walls squeezed his two cocks possessively.

Rather than respond to Alex's praise, the goddess of hearth and home grinded against him as she tried to fit even more of him inside of her while running her fingers through his hair, despite both of her holes being filled.

Though a large part of her had intervened due to Ra attacking her 'home', Orario, the biggest reason she had defended the city was because the target of the attack had been her beloved. The man she devoted herself to after what seemed like an eternity of being alone.

But that didn't matter at the moment as she devoted herself to servicing the man she loved to the best of her ability, even as he tried to do the same.

At the same time numerous women surrounded them in an attempt to service either Alex or Hestia. Like Hati and Sköll, each of whom took one of Hestia's nipples into their mouths to suck and nibble on them once she and Alex had separated from their kiss.

Or Xerxes, who was being demeaned even further from her usual regal and royal self. Right now she was kneeling at the foot of Alex's throne, lovingly slathering either his balls or Hestia's stretched asshole with her tongue as the two fucked, while numerous cords hung out of her own cunt and ass that were each connected to vibrators. The most amazing sensation she had ever felt, after Alex of course.

A little ways off though was Hades, who was enjoying herself marginally less than everyone else.

Even as some women busied themselves with pleasuring her, with one eagerly burying her tongue into her vaginal folds, another showing just as much zest in slathering her backdoor with saliva, and another one lavished attention on her tits, Hades' gaze never left Alex and Hestia.

A sourness formed within her as she watched him lavish attention on the diminutive goddess, the way in which he gazed upon her with absolute love and adoration.

This made her confused since she also considered him to be amongst the most despicable of scumbags, surpassing even Zeus in his philandering and debauchery. Yet seeing him lavish so much attention upon Hestia stirred something within her.

Suddenly she, along with every single goddess present, felt a surge of divine power within Alex's body.

The power gathered within his testicles, which were still being lovingly sucked and licked by Xerxes, before traveling the length of both cocks to be pumped directly into Hestia's womb and bowels along with a thick torrent of Alex's seed.

The eyes of every single goddess widened in disbelief as they felt the divine power fill her, before swirling momentarily within her womb as it began the process of fertilizing her.

It felt as if an eternity passed as every single goddess watched the divine power swirl in Hestia's womb with bated breath, not even registering any of the things going on around them anymore. Even Xerxes had ceased her actions to stare up at Hestia's ass in awe.

It was impossible.

No god could sire a child

And no goddess could bear a child either.

That was the law of the world.

Or so they all thought.

As if Alex was nothing more than a massive 'fuck you' to any and all established preconceptions, the goddesses watched as the divine power in Hestia's womb began to condense as it flowed into one of her eggs.

Every single goddess could feel it at that moment.

Within Hestia's womb, was the beginning of life.

In an instant the attitude of every single goddess present shifted. Regardless of if they were one of the goddesses that had been fighting against Alex, actually trying to kill him, or even resigned themselves to being nothing more than his sex slave for a few centuries.

Every single goddess fixed him with a predatory gaze as they felt a longing form within their own wombs.

Of course, Hades was no exception to this. She even recalled Alex's earlier taunts, both about 'liberating' her inner woman, as well as him suggesting fertilizing her.

***

"Nhhh..."

Bell Cranel groaned as he stirred to consciousness, having been unconscious after the Dragon Emperor sent him away somewhere. He didn't know what had happened after that, only that he was now laying on a luxurious and comfortable bed.

"Finally awake?"

"!!!"

Bell practically jumped out of his skin from the voice that called out to him, directing his attention to its source before his entire upper body turned beat red.

Standing there was a woman unlike any he had ever seen before, with flawless pale skin, and hair that blazed like the sunset, while she clutched a staff that had the appearance of a rose in her dainty little hand. But Bell barely even noticed any of those.

Instead, his attention was focused on the fact that the lovely purple gown she was wearing, was completely see-through.

NOTHING of her body was hidden from his innocent gaze, from her full breasts to her erect nipples, which threatened to pierce through the fabric with how erect they were, to even her sacred place below.

Bell was no child.

His goal when he set out after his grandpa died was to join a Familia, become a hero, and have numerous fated encounters with beautiful women in the Dungeon! And to that end, his grandpa had given him a complete education on the relations between man and woman.

But there was a difference between that and the real thing!

"Fufu.... Your reaction is quite cute, unlike the men of the world I come from. I think I shall enjoy training you." The woman purred with a voice that oozed sensuality, before tapping the butt of the staff on the ground.

Instantly, no less than a dozen girls appeared in the room, teleported by the power of the staff. But Bell couldn't even comprehend that, because ALL of the girls were extremely beautiful while also appearing in various states of nakedness.

They all varied in age, race and appearance, while all dressed erotically in clothes that either covered nothing, or were completely see-through.

"She's so cute."

"Is this the new girl that we have to train for master?"

"I just want to eat her up!"

Bell could only open and close his mouth repeatedly as he struggled to find even one word to say in his current situation. But that was only until he caught on to some of the words they were saying.

"I'm not a girl?" Bell said, confused on why they would refer to him as such.

"Fu... Are you sure about that?" The woman who had been there when he had awoken asked, conjuring a mirror before Bell could speak so that he could see his reflection. Or rather, so SHE could see HER reflection.

Though Bell had always lacked the rugged and masculine look other men had, he didn't think he could say that he genuinely looked girlish.

Now however, in the mirror, he saw a cute girl looking back at him. Or HER.

She had snow-white hair that hung down to her shoulders, and ruby-red eyes that made her look like a frightened rabbit. She also had what were obviously feminine curves compared to his masculine, and most shockingly of all, a pair of modest breasts.

Bell reached up to touch his face, and the girl did the same. When he went to brush a strand of too long hair out of his vision, so did she. And when he reached up to grab his chest, a soft and squishy sensation filled his palm.

It was only then that he realized something IMPORTANT, and threw off the covers that hid his lower body from view. And sure enough, his most valuable asset as a man was gone.

In its place, was a completely smooth slit that matched the ones he had seen in his grandpa's drawings.

"Don't you love it~?" The woman from before asked, drawing Bell's horror-filled expression to her as she sauntered over towards him. And as she did so, she allowed the gown she was wearing to slide off of her body so that she was completely naked as well.

"From the moment I saw you, I knew you had great potential. So I begged our master to let me take care of you, and he gave me his approval." She crooned, placing a knee on the bed to join 'her' on it while the rest of the women surrounded it, as they undressed as well.

"I shall mold you, like an artist molds their clay! Showing you the path of the woman that you truly are inside!"

"But I-" Bell began, before she placed a finger upon her lips to shush her.

"Don't speak Belle, or perhaps Bella? We shall see which one you prefer in time. But for now, let us begin."

The next thing Bell knew her lips were sealed by the mysterious woman, stealing her first kiss from her. But this was to be a day of many firsts for Bell, as all of the rest of the women surrounded her, touching her all over as sensations she never felt before surged through her body.