Nope!

The bindings that held me to the bed fall into pieces, as though each component has been disassembled in an instant. The goddess responsible stares intently into my eyes; her own midnight globes glistening in the magic lights adorning the room. Carnachias on the other hand has begun crawling into my bed, with the clothes adorning her vessel now burning away in a now familiar frenzied flame.

"Mmm... I really did great work on your cock." She says in a frantic, shaky voice; stroking my shaft. "Not as spiky as I usually like... eh, It'll do."

As she rises to impale herself, Melanoche stands, and slaps her sister across the face as she speaks in much the same way Cilla would; matter of fact, and straight to the point. "We're here to strike a bargain, not get our rocks off, you whore."

"Mmm! More! Hit me harder!"

"Damn it..."

The Goddess of Hate falls onto my cock, and otherworldly sensations envelop my being. It was as though my entire body had been turned into a single nerve, with the only sensation being pleasure in its purest form. After just the first thrust, I've fired off inside of the Goddess; filling her Emissary to the brim with cum.

Carnachias looks down to her stomach, holding it as a saddened look. "Aw. He has that stupid Warmth blessing. He can't get my Emissary pregnant..."

"Praise be, your favorite fetish isn't being fed." Says the Goddess of Plots, retaking her seat.

Her sister, on the other hand, begins riding my cock harshly, sending my mind into bout of pleasurable shock. "Oh! Fuck! It's still good though! You should join me, Sis! Like old times?"

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes!"

A momentary cease to the mindbreaking sensation occurs as Carn rises from my cock to get in her sisters face, allowing me to speak. "What do you two want."

"I want babies! Lots of them! Turn that stupid Warmth off you little shit!

"I want a deal."

"Can the deal include him using my womb like a cock holster?"

"Oh Us damn it..."

Bickering seems to simply be the default state of being for any grouping of people in Ruyanei...

"Can we hurry this up? I'd like to get clothes on at some point." I say, crossing my arms; trying my best to keep my screaming instincts from sending me into a mad flight.

Sighing, the sensible sister turns to me. "I have come to make a deal. One you cannot refuse..."

"Boring... help me figure out how to turn off this Warmth! I'll even let you have some of his baby batter~" Says the horny horror, as she begins poking and prodding at my body.

Ignoring her sister, Mel continues after a sigh. "We recently found shards of sentience within the Core that foolish Godling threw away; giving them life as we had with your corpse. We would like you to kill and eat them."

...

"What?"

Slapping herself, Mel repeats herself, talking slowly; as though she were a parent teaching a baby to speak. "Kill them. Eat their Cores. Their ambitions have become a liability, so we want you to consume them. Or else."

"Whats the 'Or else'?" I ask, knowing full well I wouldn't like the answer.

Carnachias stops her prodding, pulling herself directly infront of my face; once more lining her slit with my cock. "Oh... let me tell you what we'll do..."

She plunges down once again, forcing another flood of sperm into her womb. "First, we'll take you, and your little harem of cuties back to my Palace of Pain and Pleasure. It'll be nice at first, like a little vacation. Fine wine, good food... then, you'll feel it. The urges. The need to breed. I'll make that urge so strong, you won't be able to help yourself... you'll **** each of them, fully aware of what you're doing; all while I watch. I'll make you breed that feral flatchested beastie bitch. I'll make you knock up that dommy mommy Mohun. I'll make you defile that virgin Emissary. I'll make you inseminate that widdle-mousy wild-mage. Over, and over. Forever..."

Mel then speaks, this speak of vindictive hated fueled **** seemingly causing her breathing to speed up.

"Then, we'll take your offspring, and train them as frontline infantry. A waste of such potential; but, your knowing of the fact that your offspring would be dying as fast as your sows birth them... it would be... the perfect ****."

The dress covering the elven form of Mel's vessel vanishes into dark smoke, as she climbs onto the bed. "You know, sister. I think your right. For old times sake..."

"Yes!"

"Yes indeed... so, 'Monster', what will it be. A fate worse than ****... or do as we wish. Abandon whatever 'quest' you've found for yourself, and consume your Others first and foremost."

"Oh, lets sweeten the deal!"

"... let me guess... we let him fuck our brains out? Turn off any divine sensations, and simply let him use us like one of your hordes breeding stocks?"

"Aw shucks, you know me so well..."

The twin terrors turn to me, speaking in unison.

"Deal?"