Orma clearly did not consider herself happy, but did not dare to argue.

- Children do not need to be cared for, they should be beaten as often as possible, so that the weak will die immediately, and the strong will grow angry enough so that they can be profitably sold later. - shared demonic wisdom Sokhashsh. I looked back at her. The woman sat on one of the beds, as on a royal throne, and arrogantly looked at the marriage bed with Orma and me. In spite of everything, the demoness looked like a model of feminine beauty, if I had not been accustomed to the sight of naked feminine charms, I could not take my eyes off her. She was beautiful in her nakedness, every curve of her body inflamed male desire, but the beauty's look was arrogant and disdainful. Seeing a big belly - the fifth child was on the way, I climbed into the menu to see how much was left before the birth, so as not to miss the moment when it would be necessary to put it to sleep. There were still two days left. Strangely, her belly was rather round, as if she was about to give birth. The fruit should have been smaller in size at this time.

- No one will beat anyone. Even weak children can be useful for society in the future, in this case for all of us.

- You people are too soft. You have no selection. If you don’t kill the weak, your lineage will degenerate, although what I’m talking about has already happened a long time ago.

“Honey, our family has completely different orders.” We live together and take care of each other. Women bear the creatures, the creatures care for women. What would you do if you didn't carry food?

- The world is divided into masters and slaves. - I ignored the question of the demoness: - The strong rule the weak. Friendship and care are needed by the weak in order not to die from their insignificance. I do not intend to become prey from predators.

I must have for nothing released it out of isolation and put it on equal terms with the rest. Despite the pacifying influence of my seed, the demoness remained faithful to her evil self. It seems that such as she really needs a stern owner, free from such troubles. The demonic nature of Sohashsh did not allow her to integrate into human society.

- You need to overcome your habits. You are not in the Lower World, there are other laws.

- How can I be good with children, if you didn’t even show them to me?

- I removed them from you precisely because you constantly talk about terrible things.

In fact, her offspring were nearby all the time, just nobody, including her mother, saw them. Only I knew they were there.

- We don't need to leave everyone. I after all will face more strong.

- I said "No. We will not discuss it. - I said sternly and turned to Orme, making it clear that the conversation was over. Demoness majestically silent, glaring in my direction.

Despite the hidden reluctance of the woman, my touch did the trick. Orma's labia, moistened slightly opened, exposing the pink flesh, showing that the beauty was aroused properly and ready to take in my seed. The inviting smell of the female body reached my nostrils, my fingers felt her tender skin, my eyes absorbed her beauty. I did not need to persuade. I climbed onto the bed and hung over a loving male partner, preparing to enter inside, connecting with her for the sake of creating a new life somewhere inside. Her face was directly opposite mine. I kissed the beauty on the lips, she uncertainly, overcoming herself answered. The rest of the women looked at us with interest, as if trying to figure out something for themselves. Interrupting the kiss, I introduced it to his manhood. The vagina was wet and hot. Here it is, the advantage of the virtual world - just a few hours after birth, the female body was able to be excited and take on a new seed. At first I was afraid that permanent pregnancies would undermine the health of my wives, as it could be in reality, but I have not yet found any signs of deterioration in my health in any of the eight. On the contrary, each time they became more and more attractive, not as girls, but as mature women. With good nutrition, the process of carrying strengthened their body, more and more adapted it to the task being performed. I did everything right.

Orma spun and moaned beneath me. I never found out if she was pretending that day or not. Maybe my caress woke her feminine essence, forcing for a while to forget about how she ended up in my bed. If she pretended, she did it damn well. It cost me a few minutes to work the hips, as it covered for the first time. The girl often breathed, not saying anything, her muddy eyes begged me not to stop. She was at the peak of excitement. Her body craved a man, I gave myself to her. The vagina flowed so hard that my cock squished at every movement. Linaria and Sokhash were enthusiastically watching the process, Valara looked indifferent, the rest shyly turned away, pretending that they did not see the man and woman copulating and did not hear the moans and rhythmic squeak of the spacious bed. Surprisingly, after all that was, they still have the ability to be embarrassed. I forced my women to walk naked all the time and look at each fertilization precisely in order to kill the feeling of shame in them in front of me and in front of each other. It seems that more work was needed in this direction. They still had to be inseminated many, many times; they had no internal sexual inhibitions and restrictions, just as a fur coat is not needed by someone who lives in the desert.

Orma finished the second time, after which it seemed to me that the gun was almost ready to shoot. I sped up my movements, obeying the dictates of the body, when I suddenly felt a rough touch on my left leg. It was one of the demonic observers who were born from my seed, injected into the perfect body of Sohashsh. Others could not see him, like me. He did not know how to speak, but he could convey his thoughts through touch. These were not so much words as visual images.

I sent this observer to my mansion, Omut, which was located above the dungeon and was sent to the mercy of the trash from the Organization. I found it necessary to follow them and sent with this task one observer out of four who I had at that time.

The news was disgusting. It turned out that reinforcements had arrived at the criminals, after which they left my house, leaving behind foul piles of rubbish, and moved into one of the neighboring buildings, setting up a watch for the Pens. It could only mean one thing. The organization believed that my mansion, that is, me, would soon be attacked.It was impossible to say who would be the enemy. Everything was very serious, because they would not just change the base and send a large number of people into such a back country as Sonar Son.

Generally speaking, the results of observing the Organization at Sonar Son have to some extent disappointed me. Those who settled in my house were more like a pack of jackals than a close-knit squad. They acted only by the crowd, no one wanted to risk their skin in the least. The whole discipline was based on the assault of the authorities - the so-called observers, and there was no talk of any kind of unity and mutual support. I was sure that they would kill each other even for a copper coin if they were sure that they would get away with it. If the Organization was everywhere, then its reputation is clearly exaggerated. Their only advantage is quantity. I thought all the time - why do they need so many people in these places? - but did not find the answer. Now they have become even more. But I paid them good money for security, as if fully aware that at the first hint of a threat they would hide in the night.

With great displeasure, I took my manhood out of the woman's womb and, helping myself with my hand, finished, sprinkling with something my wife’s delicate freckled skin. Orma looked ... Read more →