4~9

Julian's body screamed inwardly in protest, the small trickles of moonlight gently casting over his luminous white complexion. Angelic wings of feathery tar black ruffled on his back, stretching out slowly as he regained consciousness. The room was empty, save for the silent company of his succubi queen wife - seated at his bedside and reading over letters from the frontline scouts of their territory.

Lilith's expression was stoic, without the need of real rest, she stayed to watch over her King while the Kingdom drifted into tormented slumber.

"My king..."

She whispered under her breath, taking heed of his sudden shifts to approach him slowly, setting down the numerous letters. She wore nothing but a late night gown, she sat herself down next to Julian, her arm gracefully lowered around him, aiding with a caring touch to help sit him up. Lilith's stoic expression lingered on the border of both pride and concern, seeing how Julian may be still in pain.

Julian's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto Lilith's as she helped him sit up. He winced, his body still sore from the transformation, but her touch seemed to ease the discomfort. His wings, now a striking feature of his new form, rustled softly as he shifted, the sound filling the quiet room. Lilith's arm around him was a comforting presence, and he leaned into her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of concern or doubt. His voice, still rough from disuse, whispered out a single word.

"Lilith..."

"Tell me... how bad was the excursion to the celestial plains..."

He murmured after a short pause. He wasn't stupid, the air around her was all tense, as if she were hiding something from him, withholding painful news most likely.

"Kuina and Jinx died. Vulcan and all of the celestials over Órns were killed. The realm above is in absolute ruin."

Lilith paused, letting her words be absorbed with her honesty, not holding back.

"There's is however, more troublesome news."

She sighed softly, knowing just how much of a weight she was dropping on Julian as soon as he woke up.

"That Halston boy is dead, and Eria with the children are nowhere to be found."

A strong surge of newfound godly power radiated from Julian, his chiseled jaw clenching tightly and his nostrils flaring faintly in frustration.

"I do not care what it takes, find my son. Find Athan."

He spoke in a low, icy tone that sent chills down ones spine. Athan was of course his true firstborn - and he held a strong vice like grip over the new immortal's heart.

"All of your elvish children are searching tirelessly across the lands. I already have my demons scouting through the skies and in the underworld. Ad Leara and it's administration stated it happened sometime the night she came to the castle with Kuina."

Lilith sighed, merely issuing all of the news she had learned from Queen Qia. Everyone was indeed searching far and wide. The succubus queen kept her tone calm when confronting her king, all the while feeling his godly fury pouring over her very soul.

"With no eye witnesses, Queen Qia has been issuing her soldiers to associate with the civilian populous from here to the academy. No further reports as of this moment."

"What happened to me - why is my body no longer my own?"

Julian interjected dryly, balling a hand up into a fist. His knuckles cracked audibly before he unballed his fist and looked down at his open palm.

Lilith pursed her lips narrowing her milky gaze. Her hand gracefully cupped around his, feeling the strength from his touch alone.

"You've turned into a god. Once up in the celestial realm, a connection was made with your soul."

She replied, her gaze lingering over his face to watch his expressions about this profound development.

"One does not simply become a god."

Julian muttered perceptively.

"What does this entail for me? Am I not free to live my life as I see fit now?"

He threw the blanket off of his legs and attempted to stand, stumbling slightly as he wasn't used to his new staggering height of 7 feet tall. His back wings rustled, extending and knocking over the bedside table and lit candle.

Lilith sprung up, catching him with her hands over his waist and head against his shoulder. The succubus queen stood one foot shorter than Julian, her head immediately being buried on his shoulder and against his neck.

"Vulcan spoke through you. I have a theory he had gifted you some sort of essence before his passing... it's the only way a human could become a god, to my knowledge."

She sighed, looking up at him, her breasts smudging against his chizeled abs and chest. A smile crossed her lips, inhaling his enriching aroma while her own fragrance lingered in the air.

"Besides, a god like yourself is free to do as he sees fit. You can issue your queens, lovers to do as you need. A king God like yourself, has the power to do anything you solely wish."

He flexed his shoulders and with a soft crack, his wings seemed to magically vanish - not needed at the moment. He carefully sat back on the bed, trying to process the information before a small grasshopper messenger materialized in front of him, a voice flowing out of it cutely.

"Private Dohva of the imperial dragoons is requesting refuge from the King of Órns... she awaits his majesty patiently."

It then promptly disappeared.

As the cricket faded, a faint glow began to illuminate from the window frame. It began to materialize into a blue floating creature - tiny wings flapped slowly, tiny nubs for arms, and a smile that matched its cute appearance.

It spoke telepathically while it's eyes met Julian, waving its little nubs in a cheerful manner.

'A fortnight from now, meeting within enclosed barrier. Plus one allowed for safety. Cancel all outside disturbance.'

This was another message from a lone spirit, linking its mind to Julian to deliver the message. This one didn't fade, it floated over to the new god before its light dimmed.

"Well my king, you wouldn't want to leave Dohva waiting now. Go to her~"

Julian swatted the dimmed spherical creature aside and hesitated before attempting to stand again. This time he did not lose his footing and as he straightened up, his flaccid bulge jutted outward impressively, having grown exponentially upon transcending into godhood.

He then left the bed chambers silently, moving towards the throne room with a tired look in his eyes.

Waiting for him in said area was the cow demi human dragoon Dohva. Julian sat down on the Órnish throne and lifted his milk white gaze to reach the older woman's. She'd been like a second mother to him when he'd been sent to train with the dragoons under his aunt Thaline's care. And honestly, he'd always wanted much much more from her - though his aunt had staked her claim over the woman.

"Dohva."

He murmured softly, masking his exhaustion and vulnerability. Though he was pretty sure she could see through it still like always. She had always been very perceptive.

Dohva's expression remained solemn, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity as she gazed at Julian. She bowed her head, her voice low and measured.

"Your Majesty, I've come to discuss the current situation in the kingdom. The celestial threat has left us ****, and I fear for the safety of our people."

She paused, her brown eyes locking onto Julian's.

"I also bring news of your aunt, Thaline. She's been taken by the celestial woman, and I fear for her well-being."

"You need not be formal with me... you looked after me back in the dragoons and kept my aunt's rage at bay whenever I messed up."

He extended a hand out to her, nearly salivating as his gaze lingered on her huge breasts. He'd drank her milk so many times in the past that the craving seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks now that he was so weak from transitioning into a larger body. He was king now, of two kingdoms - and a new godling to boot. There was no way he was letting her out of his grasp now.

Dohva's expression softened, a hint of a smile on her lips as she took Julian's hand. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of warmth and caution, aware of the change in Julian's demeanor. She squeezed his hand gently, her voice taking on a more intimate tone.

"Julian, you're not the same boy I used to know. You've grown into a powerful man, and a king, no less."

Her gaze met his, a hint of curiosity and trepidation.

"What is it that you need from me?"

He carefully pulled her down onto his lap and snaked his arms around her waist, burying his face into her breasts - seeking her comfort and warmth like he always used to as a lad.

"Stay by my side... I will find my aunts - both of them. Just don't leave me Dohva..."

He murmured.

Dohva's eyes fluttered closed as Julian buried his face in her breasts, a gentle sigh escaping her lips. She wrapped her arms around his head, holding him close as she began to stroke his hair.

"I'm not going anywhere, Julian. I'll stay by your side, always."

Her voice was soft and soothing, a comforting melody that seemed to calm Julian's frazzled nerves. As she held him, her milk began to flow, responding to Julian's presence and his obvious need for comfort.

Julian pulled the fabric of her blouse down just enough to expose one puffed out hardened nipple. He hungrily latched onto her bountiful breast, beginning to suckle the creamy nourishment directly from the source.

Dohva's eyes snapped open, a faint gasp escaping her lips as Julian latched onto her breast. She arched her back, her hands cradling his head as he suckled, her milk flowing freely into his mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips, her body relaxing into the sensation, as she began to rock gently, nursing the grown man like she used to when he was a boy.

As Julian continued to nurse, Dohva's expression softened, her eyes taking on a faraway look. Her hands stroked his hair, her touch gentle and soothing. The sound of his suckling and her gentle humming filled the room, creating a sense of calm and intimacy. The tension in her body eased, replaced by a warm, nurturing energy. Her milk flowed freely, responding to Julian's needs, as she whispered softly.

"Drink, Julian, drink and be strong..."