Sheeva's Sluts

Epilogue  -  Sheeva's Sluts

The first thing Sheeva always focused on as she returned to her chambers was the black egg lying securely in the corner of the room, dimly illuminated by three candles. She had lain it months ago, when the fire magic within it had become strong it did not need brooding. The mere sight of it calmed her, even though she knew that when it would hatch in a few months more, calmness would likely be in short supply.



What also calmed her was seeing one of her women hugging or otherwise holding her egg. They did not need to share the warmth of their own bodies with it, but Sheeva could not help but appreciate the gesture.



Today it was Sonya, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the thick, black shell. It was often Sonya, though one time she had caught Mileena crooning songs to it. The blonde soon noticed Sheeva, however, and turned away from the egg, rising awkwardly to her feet. The awkwardness was easily explained by her large, heavily pregnant belly. Apparently, did not lay eggs. Nor did any other woman in Sheeva's harem.



Sheeva had often questioned this strange oddity of biology. It didn't make sense to her that a woman would be nearly incapacitated carrying a child to term when she could have spent that time preparing for when it was actually born. But Sheeva had adjusted strangeness soon enough. As Sonya's belly had grown and her breasts had swollen, she had become touched with some strange, exotic beauty. A peculiar glow had come over her, completely overshadowing the awkwardness of her increasingly bulky body and giving her a strange sense of power. As though she was the manifestation of a late Winter already harbouring Spring.



Seeing her always got Sheeva hard. And now was no exception. As Sonya swayed towards her with alien elegance, Sheeva's cock thickened and rose erect. As was appropriate for the ceremony that was about to take place.



"Sheeva," Sonya said with a smirk before falling onto her knees.



As the consort undid what little Sheeva wore and freed her cock, Sheeva allowed her gaze to wander towards her bed, where the rest of her harem was waiting dutifully. They always slept here these days, there quarters in the harem wing falling into disuse. It didn't seem right to Sheeva that the mothers of her daughters would spend their nights half the fortress away.



Sheeva's eyes fell first on Jade and Kitana, who struck a remarkable contrast to Sonya. Even though humans and Edenians looked so much alike, they were very much not alike and never was that more obvious than now. Sonya was clearly, hugely pregnant and would, if all went well, give birth in a matter of weeks. Kitana and Jade, on the other hand, showed no signs of their pregnancy. Only if you stared hard at their stomach and squinted and knew they were pregnant was it sort of possible to see the slight hint of a curve indicating the developing life within them.



Because Sonya would be pregnant for about nine months. Whereas Jade and Kitana would be pregnant for about twelve years.



It had sounded absurd to Sheeva when Kitana had told her, but it was difficult to deny the physical evidence that their bodies, or at least their bellies, just didn't seem to be changing that much yet. Of course, as Kitana had pointed out, the Edenian lifespan was measured in millennia. Twelve years was nothing to them.



The one thing that, according to Kitana, proved that they were pregnant anyway were their breasts. From where she was standing, even in the dim light of the coming evening, Sheeva could see the thin streams of white milk trickling down Jade's dark breasts and knew Kitana's were similar. It had got so bad for the both of them that Jade had stopped wearing anything that covered her chest, because sooner or later her breasts would make any garment she wore wet and sticky. Kitana had just stopped wearing clothes.



According to the former Edenian princess, this was all perfectly natural. Edenian women always started lactating hugely almost the moment they became pregnant. Sheeva had her doubts. They were already providing milk for a baby what wouldn't be born for another twelve years? She didn't think so. The more likely explanation was that Kitana had somehow stimulated her breasts into lactating, possibly using magic, and had encouraged Jade to do the same. It was easy to see why. Both Jade's and Kitana's breasts had become so sensitive that with just a little bit of care and attention it was entirely possible to make them come by just suckling on their nipples. So Sheeva was willing to forgive a bit of bald-faced lying if it meant hearing Kitana and Jade moan with orgasm as she gorged herself on their warm milk.



Sheeva hissed a little as Sonya dragged her tongue along the underside of her titanic shaft and shifted her attention to Skarlet.



Apparently it was possible for artificial blood golem to become pregnant, as was evidenced by the redhead's big, fertile belly. She was not quite as big as Sonya yet, but soon would be. Having total control over the shape of her body, Skarlet, it turned out, also had total control over the development of the embryo. She'd decided that she would be pregnant for a single year and then give birth.



But Sheeva was starting to have doubts about whether or not the golem would keep that promise. As her pregnancy advanced, Skarlet had become bolder, more confident, more aggressive. More, in fact, like a Shokan. Her eyes even took on a red hue from time to time and a thin line of horns sometimes poked through her red-and-black hair. She was, in fact, becoming a person if she was not a person already. But it was a false personhood, one caused entirely by the pregnancy. Once she gave birth she would lose everything and return to being the soulless puppet she'd been created as. Everyone knew this. Especially Skarlet.



It was a messy situation and Sheeva wasn't entirely sure what to do. Skarlet would give birth to her daughter, but after that... It was tempting to impregnate the golem over and over again so that she would always have some personality. Perhaps she could even be impregnated by Sonya, Kitana or Jade just so she could have a more human or Edenian personality once in a while. But that 'solution' would drown the fortress in babies, so it wasn't really a solution.



Sonya had suggested that, since Skarlet could perfectly regulate her own pregnancy, she should just be impregnated again and then never let the fertilised egg become anything larger than a tiny clump of cells, making the golem perpetually pregnant with something so tiny and unformed it could not possibly be considered a life. It sounded good, but Sheeva worried about the implications. Could a tiny clump of cells give Skarlet a personality? Semen temporarily turned her crazed with lust, yes, but that was hardly a personality. And if those few cells did end up giving her a personality, would it still be impossible to consider them life?



Sheeva growled, partly out of frustration, partly because Sonya had wrapped her lips around her cock and had taken its thick head into her warm mouth.



Speaking of perpetual pregnancies. Mileena lounged near Skarlet, one hand caressing her massively pregnant belly. Her Edenian blood had not turned out to be strong enough so that she, too, would have a twelve year pregnancy. The only thing she truly had in common with Kitana and Jade was that her breasts, like theirs, had quickly swollen with milk and become ludicrously sensitive.



Beyond that, though, Mileena's pregnancy was decidedly Tarkatan. Or so Sheeva assumed. It wasn't typically Edenian or Shokan, so Tarkatan seemed to be the only viable option left. And because Tarkatan lives tended to be nasty, brutish and short, when a Tarkatan got pregnant, they got really pregnant. Fortunately, Mileena's Edenian side had tempered her body somewhat and so instead of carrying an entire litter she'd only become pregnant with twins. At first.



As far as the increasingly bewildered Earthrealm doctors could tell, just because Mileena was already pregnant didn't mean she couldn't get pregnant again. By the time this had been figured out, Mileena had been impregnated five times over with twins or triplets each time. Her sixth and seventh daughters weren't even Sheeva's, they were Sonya's.



Sheeva had destroyed every single green pill in the fortress and banned them from the premises. It hadn't worked. Now that Mileena's fertility had awakened there was no putting it back to sleep again which meant that now the hideously mawed chimera had become impregnated a sixth time. And she hadn't yet even given birth once. According to the doctors, based on the rate of development of her by now many unborn daughters and also a whole lot of guesswork, Mileena was likely to give birth to the first set of twins in about two years.



Mileena didn't mind. At all. In fact, she was positively giddy at just how hugely pregnant she already was and waxed lyrically at the prospect of her belly growing yet larger still. The only reason she wasn't begging to be impregnated over and over again was that Sheeva absolutely refused to whip, tie up or cage anyone who carried so many of her daughters (and also two of Sonya's). So for now Mileena simply had to accept the fact that Sheeva would only satisfy her by fucking either her ass or her overly-sensitive, milky tits. No matter how many cups and plates she 'accidentally' broke.



Sheeva snarled as her cock throbbed against Sonya's lips and filled her mouth with her seed. As far as orgasms went this was only a minor one, but then Sonya had only really given her a ritualistic blowjob. As crowned consort and Mistress of the harem, it was her privilige to be the first to pleasure the Empress, so she always sucked Sheeva off as a kind of prelude to the real entertainment of the night.



Sheeva helped Sonya up onto her feet, embraced her pregnant body with all four of her arms and kissed her intensely. She soon discovered Sonya hadn't swallowed her cum yet when she tasted her own semen as it flowed from mouth to mouth.



Sonya, with her usual sense of timing, pulled away when about half of Sheeva's seed had been transferred onto the Shokan's tongue. She walked over to bed and lay down gracefully and gratefully, taking her place amidst the rest of Sheeva's harem.



Then Sonya formally spoke the Words that had come to mark the end of the night's ceremonial proceedings.



"Your sluts are ready for your cock, my Empress."