Anal. And breeding. And anal breeding?!

After seeing even more of my children being born weak due to my designs for them requiring more power than their mothers could give, I felt a ripple run through me. When I examined myself with God’s Eye, I discovered that I had received the ability to produce fertilized eggs instead of cum, using my cock and tentacles as ovipositors if I willed it. As promised, the Dark Twins had bestowed me the ‘Broodsire’ monster power in response to me seeing 1000 of my children weakened by their mother’s blood.

My eggs didn’t look like those of a bird, they were squishy and soft, covered in slime, bright orange, translucent gel pouches. If I had to compare them to anything, I’d say they looked like something between salmon eggs and shark eggs. In order to ‘hatch’, they had to be put into a warm and wet, nutrient-rich, safe environment. Of course, I could have ordered my dungeon plants to create incubators of some kind. But it was painfully obvious that these eggs were meant to fill the tight orifices of a woman, and I enjoyed this idea so much more!

As a test subject, I grabbed myself the girl I loved to **** the most: Beatrice. Without any warning, I thrust a tentacle down her throat, up her ass and into her pussy at the same time. My tentacles were much bigger than the ones she was used to, since the eggs had to go through them. She would have screamed in pain if she had the ability to. Instead, she choked and sputtered, trying desperately to breathe. But I had by now figured out just how much **** her throat could take before she passed out and (without meaning to) even trained her to hold her breath longer by repeatedly skullfucking her.

After a few minutes, I was ready to cum and released myself deep inside her. She was surprised when my tentacle only kissed her cervix, but didn’t penetrate it, and even more so when could feel thick bumps traveling inside her instead of cum, filling her womb, stomach, and intestines with eggs. As soon as she could breathe again, it became evident that she didn’t like being filled with eggs at all, as it kept her from the delirious cumhigh she loved so much. To shut her up, I spanked her ass red with my tentacles, making hr moan and scream with pleasure and pain until she was hoarse. Or maybe I should say that I flogged her, my tentacles were more like whips than like paddles, after all.

Over the course of her pregnancy, her stomach swelled much more than it did before, and she had trouble eating, but not so much as to be concerned about. Larell relayed to me that Beatrice felt incredibly swollen and uncomfortable, which was music to both our ears. After one week, she finally gave birth to my children, from both her asshole and cunt. It looked to be much more painful than just an ordinary birth, but a sluts well-being simply wasn’t my concern. Although... with each anally born Child, she also seemed pleasured and relieved, almost living through a mini-orgasm. It seems, for an anal painslut like her, it might actually be enjoyable.

As it turned out, every hole worked for the eggs, but both filling a girl’s oral and anal cavities resulted in what I called ‘anal pregnancies’, where my eggs nestled themselves deep inside the rectum. This didn’t fully block the intestines however, they were still able to function normally, albeit at a much lower capacity, meaning that the host could not eat as much and had to relieve herself more often. No matter whether they were situated in a girl’s colon or womb, the eggs attached themselves to the flesh surrounding them. First, they exuded a glue-like mucus for this purpose, but over time their membrane formed undulating coils that hooked into and fused with the flesh of the host, drawing in nutrients from their bloodstream. The embryo inside the egg quickly grew to a size a little smaller than a human newborn, although much heavier and more compact. When it reached its end size, the egg ‘hatched’, meaning its tough and resilient membrane split open from the inside and the infant was ‘born’ out of the impregnated orifice.

Children conceived and born this way were incredibly similar to my original form: They would grow up to be 3-4m (9”8’-13”1’) tall minotaurs bursting with muscles, covered in a thick, protective hide complete with fluffy fur, and have the head of a bull, complete with strong horns, demonic eyes, and unusually sharp teeth. On their back grew a veritable forest of reconfigurable tentacles and between their legs, they had a giant cock that resembles my own, although it was less advanced, meaning they had less control over it, the psychedelic **** in their cum was less potent and they couldn’t produce any magical compounds. Seeing the potential of my True Sons, I decided to impregnate my lower harems anuses with from now on, but continue to use their wombs for more diverse Children

Yeah, that’s right, they are all male. Unlike the other Children, I was completely unable to influence anything about them, including their gender. It was probably because they were created using me as a template, and I was male as well. The most obvious difference between us (besides me being twice their size) is that I always had six eyes, whereas they have only one. This prompted me to call them my Trueborn Sons, or True Sons for short since I was their only parent. The very first of my True Sons I named Dareios. I would raise and raise him with greater care than the others to turn him into a stand-in for me later on.

True Sons were not related to their ‘mother’ in any manner, so inseminating my offspring in this manner (even sexless or males would work, they all had an ass) I chose not to do that. Firstly I was still disgusted by **** and secondly, although it had the potential to greatly increase my procreation rate, the bottleneck at this point in time was actually not the number of orifices to be bred, but the amount of food, living room, and other resources available. Still faster or even exponential growth of my dungeons population was simply not sustainable, at least not without revealing us to the world at large. Something, I was absolutely not ready for. If a saintess like Elmeria found my hiding place, her magical voice would obliterate us all without anything I could do.

Even so, breeding on this scale and keeping track of the entire operation required enormous logistical efforts. I was definitely *not* going to give tall Children names! Instead, I came up with a few, simple categories and just numbered the members consecutively. The number they received and the symbol of their category would be tattooed onto the skin of every inhabitant by use of a new potion I had crafted and could produce in my body as well. It was similar to actual tattooing as it also needed to be injected into the skin where you wanted a mark to appear, but instead of being ink itself, it caused the skin to produce the colour itself, even if it was heavily scarred, making marking much easier, more permanent and require less materials. All numbers, sorted by category, would be noted in large registers, together with all relevant information such as current and past roles in my growing realm, health data, lineage, etc.

The first category was reserved for my minions, their mark was a circle with the number inside it. The second category was for Children, their mark was a triangle with the number similarly placed inside it. The highest ranking category was reserved for my True Sons, their symbol was a square. Almost all inhabitants of the dungeon fitted inside these categories. All of these symbols would be pure black, for simplicities sake

Besides them, however, there was a second, somewhat different hierarchy, specifically for the female inhabitants. All besides Lilith and Larell were marked with a black womb tattoo on their lower abdomen, taking the shape of a stylized heart with their number in its centre. These girls were known as my lower harem, which continued to serve me in the same way my harem had before. Larell on the other hand was marked with a softly glowing, deep pink womb tattoo that was much more elaborate, declaring her the first member of my upper harem. Basically, its members would be those that were too precious to be used like normal girls and would be allowed a degree of freedom. Rather than breeding stock, these girls would be my more… personal diversions. I mainly intended to collect the saintesses and fallen leaders of the dark there, but since I didn’t want to make up an extra category for Larell, she would belong to this category too.

Larell screamed and cried when I lifted her up with my tentacles and marked her, accusing me of breaking our contract. But I reminded her that what I was doing wasn’t sexual and although painful, I wasn’t harming her and I had never promised not to do that, although she wanted it. She relented and endured the pain with gritted teeth. When I was done and she could see the result, she was furious once more, thinking that it was a lust crest, a mark of submission or something. I simply told her that I sadly wasn’t able to do something like that, otherwise, I wouldn’t have felt the need to make a deal with her. This seemed to calm her.

Lastly, there was the matter of Lilith. All ‘subjects’ of mine, even the girls I ‘held captive’, were marked. The marks were not just convenient, they were signs of belonging and used to tell friend from foe. Lilith just had to get one.

But I shouldn’t have worried. Lilith had noticed that everyone was bearing a mark of some kind and wanted one for herself, not even scared by my warning that it would be painful. Where I had deemed Larell not to be worth the hassle of creating a category for her alone, I was of a different opinion regarding Lilith. She would be the first of my daughters, receiving a pink Venus symbol ♀ on her upper left arm, although without a number within it. She would always be my first daughter, but since she was also my only daughter, there was no need to express it with a number.

During the tattooing process, she sat on my lap, looking at me with her bright blue eyes and hugging one of her plushies tightly. She barely winced once, demonstrating her incredible pain tolerance. I suppose it was no wonder, knowing how she lived before meeting me… Once I was done, she happily ran around, showing her new symbol to everyone who would look.

I fully understood. It marked her as one of us, as one of mine. She was, beyond the shadow of a doubt, home.

***AUTHORS NOTE: Please continue down the 'CONTINUE STORY' path, as it contains chapters essential to the story which I forgot initially and only added now***