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8/2/2025, 12:48:53 PM
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I proceeded to seal the Cauldron in a cave only I knew the location of, warded against magics druidic and infernal, beneath the sea while I continued to just pour enough nonsentient organisms to feed a million baleen whales using my inherited nature god powers to power it up. It constantly complained that CHAD WARRIOR MANLY MEN would be much more delicious. It constantly promised riches, fame, bitches on my dick for proper sacrifices. And, very begrudgingly, it admitted I was objectively giving the cauldron more power than hundreds of human sacrifices would've managed by sheer volume.
The Cauldron sometimes asked me what I wanted to do with all that power. Other than giving my bro Arawn a cock (one of my kingdoms bordered a weak and rebellious king so I asked Arawn to go dispose of him for me. Fate clearly wanted Arawn to fuck the queen and get into some kind of tragic romance despite being already largely thwarted, because despite running a wolf protection racket on that kingdom instead of conquering it per se she still managed to win Arawn over by throwing doggy treats and giving chin scratches to the strange, lonely wolf-LARPing man living at the edges of society) for services rendered. I just kept telling it that it would find out one day while it pestered me with questions.
Meanwhile upon claiming their thrones, my brothers were immediately approached by sinister shamans offering them the power to strike me down. One of many reasons I was an object of envy for them was that while they actually had to RAPE their women, by the age of 8 I found out several of my mothers' sister Amazons survived their village massacre, and either recovered the village's populations or rose to leadership among other monstergirl populations.
Keen to keep the Amazon bloodline pure, upon finding out Siamh had a son they immediately dragged me away for Amazon mating press /ss/. And that's why I got no combat training.
3/5
I proceeded to seal the Cauldron in a cave only I knew the location of, warded against magics druidic and infernal, beneath the sea while I continued to just pour enough nonsentient organisms to feed a million baleen whales using my inherited nature god powers to power it up. It constantly complained that CHAD WARRIOR MANLY MEN would be much more delicious. It constantly promised riches, fame, bitches on my dick for proper sacrifices. And, very begrudgingly, it admitted I was objectively giving the cauldron more power than hundreds of human sacrifices would've managed by sheer volume.
The Cauldron sometimes asked me what I wanted to do with all that power. Other than giving my bro Arawn a cock (one of my kingdoms bordered a weak and rebellious king so I asked Arawn to go dispose of him for me. Fate clearly wanted Arawn to fuck the queen and get into some kind of tragic romance despite being already largely thwarted, because despite running a wolf protection racket on that kingdom instead of conquering it per se she still managed to win Arawn over by throwing doggy treats and giving chin scratches to the strange, lonely wolf-LARPing man living at the edges of society) for services rendered. I just kept telling it that it would find out one day while it pestered me with questions.
Meanwhile upon claiming their thrones, my brothers were immediately approached by sinister shamans offering them the power to strike me down. One of many reasons I was an object of envy for them was that while they actually had to RAPE their women, by the age of 8 I found out several of my mothers' sister Amazons survived their village massacre, and either recovered the village's populations or rose to leadership among other monstergirl populations.
Keen to keep the Amazon bloodline pure, upon finding out Siamh had a son they immediately dragged me away for Amazon mating press /ss/. And that's why I got no combat training.
3/5
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