Chapter 58- Goddess Adored

Rhiannan stood in the center of the room, her chest heaving with frustration, rage, and exhaustion. The betrayal, the threats, the sick obsession of a deranged serpent king, it was all too fucking much. Her body still ached from birth, but her soul ached more. She wanted to scream. To cry. To destroy something. But more than that, she needed to feel alive.

"Enough," she growled, low and broken. "I'm so fucking tired of being strong. I need you."

Just as the tension in the room was starting to shift....charged and electric....the nursery door creaked open.

Lady Kaelith entered first, her vine twined hair glowing faintly under the lamplight. Sereth followed silently, already lifting one cooing babe with careful, reverent hands. Brimma brought up the rear, grinning like she knew exactly what was about to go down.

Kaelith cleared her throat, smirking. "We figured the royal parents might need… a moment."

"We'll keep them safe, fed, and asleep," Sereth added softly, her voice like starlight wrapped in silk.

Brimma winked as she bundled up the sleepy vampire babe. "Don't worry...we've got magical milk warmers and enchanted lullabies. You just worry about makin' Her Majesty feel like a fuckin' goddess again."

Rhiannan snorted through her exhaustion, but her eyes sparkled with grateful relief. "Thank you. Truly."

As the nannies quietly whisked the babies away, the door clicked shut behind them, and the silence that followed was anything but pure.

Six pairs of eyes turned to her.

The air got heavy.

And the real magic began.

The chambers were dimly lit, bathed in a soft, golden glow from enchanted sconces that flickered like candlelight.

Liam was the first to move, always the feral one. He was on her in seconds, one hand in her hair, tilting her head as he sank his fangs into the soft curve of her neck. She gasped as heat rolled through her, her knees nearly buckling. His free hand slid between her thighs, rubbing firm circles on her clit until she was dripping.

Sable's eyes were glowing, dark with hunger. He stepped behind her, claws dragging down her back, not enough to cut, but enough to make her shiver. His serpent shaft coiled with anticipation, pulsing thick and dark between his thighs.

Arwen dropped onto a velvet chair like a fucking king and pulled her toward him. Rhiannan climbed into his lap, impaling herself onto his thick, curved cock with a guttural moan. She rode him fast, hips snapping like a woman possessed. Her breasts bounced, her cries loud and primal.

Kaleb didn't wait. He came behind her, spit in his palm, and spread her open. One thrust and he was buried in her ass, both of them groaning as he filled her.

"Fuck yes," she sobbed, gripping Arwen's shoulders as both men took her, hard and fast. They pounded into her like it was their last day on earth and she rode the waves of pleasure as they filled her full of cum. She sighed in pleasure. "More, I need more."

Azarion didn't say a word. He simply lifted her off both cocks and carried her to the bed like she weighed nothing. He knelt between her thighs, spreading her wide and licking her like he was starving. He devoured her, lips and tongue punishing her clit, fingers curling deep inside her until her legs trembled and her back arched violently. He bit her clit gently and her back arched off the bed as she screamed his name.

Then he slid inside her swollen pussy, deep and thick, thrusting hard and fast until he spilled with a growl, calling her name.

Liam returned, fangs out, face wild. He bit her other side and slammed into her, fucking her so hard her eyes rolled back. She climaxed with a scream, shaking uncontrollably beneath him and he spilled his seed into her. She trembled, cum dripping from her freely.

Then came the gods.

Elisha and Sable lifted her gently between them. Elisha's twin cocks were glistening and hard, sliding into her soaking pussy one after the other, stretching her impossibly wide. She gasped and screamed out, Elissha!!" He grinned wickedly as he fucked her. Sable's massive demon cock breached her ass again, and this time, they all moved together. She was so full she felt she might burst and she loves every second of it. Ecstasy falling over her in waves.

Rhiannan saw stars. Her body was wrecked, trembling, stuffed full, but her soul was soaring. She came so hard she couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't exist.

They spilled inside her one by one, groaning her name like a prayer. By the time they were done, Rhiannan was trembling, leaking, blissed out and utterly adored.

They curled around her protectively, sweaty and breathless.

And finally, finally, she smiled, and they had the best night of sleep they'd had in months wrapped in each other's arms.

The nursery glowed in soft starlight from the enchanted chandelier overhead, casting a gentle shimmer over the room as if the night sky itself had settled in to watch over the babes.

Kaelith sat in the rocking chair, humming a soft lullaby as she cradled Lyrielle, the divine goddess babe, who giggled and pointed at nothing...and then promptly began to float several inches off the rocking blanket.

"She's doing it again," Kaelith whispered with awe, hand hovering near to steady her but not daring to interfere. "Such control already… gods help us when she learns to fly."

Across the room, Brimma was bouncing the demon babe gently in her arms. The tiny horns had grown just a touch longer in the past day, and her wings twitched with excitement as sparks of red magic danced from her fingertips. She sneezed, and a puff of hellfire poofed from her nose like a giggling ember.

Brimma cackled. "You little gremlin. You're gonna make your mama scream for more magical baby gates."

Sereth was crouched beside Caelum's crib, studying him with a furrowed brow. His blonde curls shone like moonlight, and his sharp little fangs had begun peeking through when he yawned. He was fussing more than usual, squirming and chewing on the edge of the blanket.

"I don't think milk alone will cut it much longer," Sereth murmured, brushing a finger across his cheek. "He's hungry in a way only his sire will understand."

"We'll let Rhiannan know in the morning," Kaelith said gently, smiling as Lyrielle settled herself down, stretching and sighing like she'd just run the castle halls.

The nannies stood in quiet reverence for a moment, the weight of it all settling in their chests...their part in this sacred, divine story. Raising the most powerful fae to ever walk Andopeer wasn't just a duty. It was a blessing.

Brimma whispered, "We're not just changin' diapers, ladies. We're helpin' shape the gods of the next age."

Kaelith nodded, eyes wet. "And they're already shaping us."

Outside, the stars burned a little brighter.

Inside, three tiny beings, powerful, ancient, destined, slept soundly in a room filled with love.