And The Rock of Eternity trembles

Thunder echoed across the void as otherworldly lightning blanketed the singular stone structure with its eerie fleeting glow. Standing atop the floating citadel, the great Wizard Shazam peered beyond the tempest and into the mortal world a disappointed look etched in his wizened face.

“I have half a mind to march into that overgrown excuse for a garden and teach that self indulgent ‘goddess’ that actions have consequences. Especially ones that involve creating insatiable carnal beasts.”
Turning his back on the realm of man, the Wizard ventured back into the Rock of Eternity his staff clacking against the polished stone. Casting an eye towards the side of the hall seven grotesque statues lined the wall. Directly across from the statues a floating sphere pulsing with restrained power hovered almost tauntingly so close yet unattainable.
With a sigh Shazam sat on the throne, surrounded by the empty seats of his brothers and sisters, he suddenly felt alone even though he had been for quite some time before his champions.
“The only bright side to the lack of Demeter’s foresight and selection of sealing materials was that her...’pet’ just happened to be released the same time Batson and his friends went to stop a war between demon lords in hell. Never have I been so grateful for petty rivalries, Neron and Klarion can both be stubborn as oxen but even they know not to harm my champion, lest Adam’s wrath be upon them for stealing his glory.”
Looking back at the arcs of magical lightning across the void the wizard blew a sigh of annoyance, looks like another sleepless night at the rock for him.
“Humph, then again maybe I should show such a ‘goddess’ how to cast a decent sealing spell instead, trap her for a few thousand years in a statue of my design, after all you don’t see my spells weakening on the sins of man now do you?”

With a wave of his hand, the wizard vanished from the throne room off to another part of the ancient citadel, if he had stayed a few more seconds he would have seen the eyes of one of the smaller statues slightly glow a faint pink, and small cracks begin to form upon the sin of Lust.

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Shaking off the remnants of the cloud she just flew through from her blonde fur, Karen Starr was enjoying the feeling of weightlessness as she soared through the Kansas sky. Well soared was an exaggeration, given the gravid size of her womb she could have been mistaken by passers by below as a brightly colored blimp. Karen giggled at the thought, nearly an hour ago she was munching on her office furniture trying to feed the rapidly growing forms inside her courtesy of John or max or whatever her latest stud was called. She gave herself a quick look over before a fun little thought popped into her horned head. ‘Maybe I won’t see how many I’ve got in here this time, I always knew how many I had left the last few times, maybe the anticipation of not knowing would make the birth better’ shrugging Karen walked to the emergency roof access stripped off her rapidly tightening blouse and mini skirt (and ate them) and proceeded to fly back home.

“Speaking of which” Karen landed with as much grace as she could with a belly big enough to hold a curled up toddler in before flicking her ears and licking her lips at what she knew was happening behind the closed door of the Kent farm.

“KIDS MOMMAS HOME!!”

Throwing open the weathered barn doors power girl was hit with a cloud of built up pheromones making her brow sweat and her nether lips drip in anticipation. Inside the once spacious barn a happy chaos ensued, power girl looked on at her numerous children. While many shared their mothers blond fur, power girls numerous lovers in the past weeks following her mind blowing 4 hour delivery (and multiple mind breaking orgasams) of Bucks children, contributed a few shades of brown, black and even red to her brood. Strutting in with the air of a queen and the waddling gait of a bloated penguin Power girl was swarmed by some of her youngest, barely a week old, as the climbed over each other trying to grab one of her four breasts to suckle. With a smile she kneeled and picked up one of her smaller children bringing her to one of her waiting nipples, her thick mothers milk already streaming down her remaining three tits awaiting the hungry forms below.

This was it... this was everything she ever wanted, to be pregnant, to be full of life forever. Her mind, a pickled mess of hormones and lust couldn’t fathom another second where she was alone in the universe. She cupped her swollen womb with her free hand as her unborn darlings began kicking up a storm. Biting her lip from the overstimulation of her kicking babies and the 4 mouths sucking on her breasts she couldn’t hold it back any more and she brayed, a warbling bleat reminiscent of the livestock kept in this very spot so many years ago. Eyes fluttering she gazed upon her gaggle of children crowding the once spacious barn before her. Some of her younger brood were playing a game of tag and eating anything they could get their little hands on. Others were sitting and playing silly games whose rules were only known to the babbling toddlers, yes her youngest made her feel warm and filled with hormonal bliss, so full of pride and love for her babies.

Her eldest on the other hand, well they just made her fucking horny.
In the center of the crowd her eldest brood were in the midst of an orgy of their own, she could pick out some of Bucks children in the sea of tangled bodies, their horns giving them away. Power girl saw one of her daughters taking two of her brothers at the same time, all the while cradling a bump of her own. Another son was busy bending two of her daughters over the remains of the family tractor and going to town. The rest was just a mess of bodies, bumps and the scent of Buck.

A few days ago she would have been scandalized at the scene her eldest sons and daughters performed before her. Sure she had her own issues navigating cultural norms when she first arrived on earth, but even she knew such wanton lust and carnality were shocking to Kryptonians, let alone humans. However a single twinge across her over stuffed womb tore her from her thoughts as a literal gallon of steaming amniotic fluid poured from her gaping slit, hitting the hay covered boards below with a audible POP and a roaring SPLAT.

“Ooooh”, she cooed already feeling the head of one of her children passing through her cervix and sending shivers of pleasure through her “Looks like someone wants to join the party!”

Without breaking her concentration on feeding her youngest in her arms, Karen lowered herself into a low squat. Her burgeoned womb scraping the hay beneath her and began to push.

But they weren’t’t human, she wasn’t even kryptonian anymore, she was a Satyr! An embodiment of nature itself, with the hips and tits and bloated baby bag to prove it!

“Ooohh, that’s right my sweet fill me, fill mommy like BUCK!!!” With a twitch and a shudder the pressure behind her engorged pussy lips suddenly ended as the first babes head went from crowning to out in an audible snap. Biting her lip Karen felt the bumps and curves of her new brood slide past the inner walls of her slit and with a wet PLOP the first of her litter was between her legs, a little girl already kicking and mewling for her mothers teats.

But there was no time for such a touching scene, as Karen’s eyes rolled back and she began to warble and bleet In animalistic rapture as the second, third and forth children made their equally pleasurable entrances to the world in quick succession.

Finally done Karen stood, wiping the sweet musk of pheromone filled sweat off her brow she gazed at her newest litter. Three boys and a girl, ‘not bad for an intern’ she thought to herself as she prepared to pick up and feed her children as she had done so many times before.

A sharp sudden pain ripped across her still very round belly, shocking Karen into silence. “Wha-?” Was all she could get out before her uterus contracted with a vice like grip, knocking her backwards she leaned against the barn wall a roar of anything but pleasure echoed for miles.

Something was wrong, this had never happened before, she knew she was giving birth but unlike the countless times before this HURT for the first time since meeting buck she cried. Cried as she labored for hours, before finally finally she reached her hands down to her punished pussy lips, and felt the slick warm crown of her child’s head. No bumps to indicate future horns like her or any of her other satyrs, but all the same nonetheless she wondered why this child was taking so long when its siblings shot out of her like artillery fire.

A strong mind blanking push later and her question was answered... there just beneath the chin her finger pads brushed something wet, slimy and pulsing. With a gasp Karen recalled a memory of her past life, one where she had helped Ma Kent deliver a very stubborn calf for the family cow Bessie...

Her child’s umbilical cord.

Filled with a sense of urgency Karen hooked one finger between the cord and her babe and pulled the slimy pulsing organ over its head. With the obstruction gone the next contraction shot spots across her vision as the baby landed in the hay below, a wet Splorch following as for the first time, a thought she was starting to ignore as a kind of hunger flashed through her hormone pickled mind, she delivered the afterbirth.

Her eyes clouded over as her primal bestial instincts kicked in.. she needed food for her babies, needed to make more milk, needed strength. She reached out for her new daughter, cupped her baby close to her dripping teat and as she began to nurse Karen bit the umbilical cord clean in two, and with her free hand began devouring the nutrient rich organ.

As her older children looked on, some bringing her other newborns to drink at their mothers breast, Karen failed to notice the claps of thunder in the distance, nor did she notice the odd coloring of her youngest daughters eyes.

The newest satyr on Earth, born without horns and much much smaller than her rapidly developing siblings gazed on with wide eyes that very slightly, if one looked at them the right way glowed a very faint pink.

Beside Karen her League communicator incessantly beeped, growing tired at the annoying sound she waved one of her daughters to answer it. Chattering on with the caller in a cute/highly uneducated Kansas drawl, Karen’s daughter informed her nursing mother that the ‘Juice-test leege’ was calling a ‘meat in’ about one of her siblings fathers.

After fending off the swarm of satyrlings demanding that she take them to her meeting (and listening to the disappointing moans after she explained that there would be no food) Karen grabbed the remnants of an old canvas tarp and quickly fashioned a baby sling, she placed her youngest daughter inside, strapped it across her chest and maneuvered one engorged teat under the covering so her daughter could nurse her fill. Taking to the air Karen couldn’t help but wonder why she was taking her newest daughter with her, and also why she never gave her a name? Why Didnt she give any of them names? How would she teach them all the different ways to pleasure if she didn’t name them first?

‘Huh, that was weird’ she thought as she shook her head, flying in relative silence Karen caught the sun begin its descent over the east coast and a sudden unbidden urge came over her. Looking down at her chest, her sleeping daughter nestled on her ample bosom Karen Starr uttered words that would spell doom for the world...

“I think I’ll call you, Lilith”