Of course I am

A moment's rumination cleared the feeling. First off, I needed resources if I was going to get stronger. That the last breeding had been a reward for their trust of me did not mean that this one would be, as well. This would be a punishment for their temerity- as well as a chance for me to dig a bit deeper and test out some of the things in my bag of tricks.

"I may not be puissant enough to join my parents in the Realms Celestial, but I certainly do not have to put up with such an affront from mere mortals! Now, for your punishment-be remade to serve!" I boomed at her as tentacles wrapped underneath the woman's clothing. Not entirely certain how gods actually work here, but it had a nice bravado to it. A quick yank of my pseudopods-and her clothes soon were reduced to tatters, loose scraps to be tossed aside. Her dangling by her arms was soon replace as I roughly entered her, a tight grip on her thighs before spreading them wide in order to **** her body to accept me While Lalrach had the benefit of exploration and easing them into the process, this zealot would get neither of those benefits. As her stomach was stretched out with my wriggling limbs abruptly, I would see angry red stretch marks form on her middle-and watch her health slowly tick down from her rough treatment.

Unfortunately for her, even a Priest of Carnachias is still a priest, and I needed her more as a servant than a corpse. As her health slowly winds down-a single healing spell, and she's back and good to go, only to watch it start going down again. I'm sure that couldn't be pleasant for her. Might have had quite some words for me if I hadn't kept her throat just as busy as her muff. Despite herself, her body seemed to shiver with some desire-from me trying and grind out some Internal Toxicology ranks, flooding her system with a good enough lust draft to get anyone at least ready to go. Her body, slowly molded to my liking. Almost everything but her breasts, hips, and ass, and cunt shrunken, while those assets were enlarged-a process that I could only repeat as I felt my expertise grow, until the end process, when she'd ended up a good bit tinier, but more voluptuous, then when she started, even before accounting for her sloshing belly full of seed.

And now, her body altered and bred, there was just one thing more that I wanted to do-focusing my will on her, I can feel a pushback against my attempt to mark her. But time is on my side. As her body keeps getting stretched out, she gradually falters, until my mark spreads across her middle, as she seems to go limp from both mental and physical exhaustion. "Go home, rest, and forget your spite. Return when you are ready to deliver the first of my spawn." She meekly groans out something affirmative, but doesn't take any effort to move. Looks like full HP simply means not at risk of dying-doesn't take things like 'hours of getting worked over by vines and tendrils have left my legs jelly.'

Unsurprisingly, the other woman involved in this whole mess had long since left-when, exactly, I couldn't say. Probably to get some rest, as it was definitely night now. I leave the first of my (hopefully many) servants to her recovery while checking my stats. Hmm...doesn't look like she counted for enough XP for any class levels. Managed to get the two skills I had set to grinding to level 3, though. Internal Toxicology upgraded the lust drafts to lesser, and gave minor stimulant mixture, while Augment Body was just cap improvements.