He had a purpose-you break it, you buy it.

Eventually, the silence would be broken by a voice i didn't recognize, idly commenting as if a mere conversation concerning the weather. "Whelp, guess method of elimination means the job's yours now." Unsure of what exactly they were talking about, but with a slight inkling as my mind turns towards it, I let out the simplest possible utterance for clarification. "Huh?" The voice that answered was the familiar voice of leadership, her own affect returned from the surprise at the astonishment of my potency to her more world-weary standard. "Well, for all he was an unpleasant lout, his might protected us from the dragon and gave us the seed we need to continue. With him gone, you seem perfectly suited to step in. Isn't that what you were trying to do?"

Ah. Well, the idea certainly is tempting, i have to admit. An entire tribe to myself, for as long as I can succeed where he failed in muscling out competition. There was that dragon bit, but if he could deal with them, and I could deal with him, I could probably take them. There was just one less-than-minor problem with the idea of that arrangement. That being that part where I was on the lamb. Perhaps it was my paranoia speaking, but given how life seemed determined to refuse to let me rest, I was sure Orchid would find my survival and come back to fix that problem. I had to make sure I was ready. And so I point out to them. "As much as I would love to, I have enemies of my own I fear, who would be more of a danger."

A worried murmur went through the crowd before a potential solution came to me though. An ability I haven't gotten any use of ever since I got it: Tentacles of Blight. And so I ask "I may have an answer, though: Do you return to the same grounds as you wander?" A few thumbs up, some uh-huhs, all I needed to confirm. Excellent. All I needed was to make lasciviated ground. A Carnachias equivalent to things like hallowed or desecrated lands, where her domain holds natural sway. Like any proper priestess, I know the ritual-the main difficulty is the materials. Typically, a massive orgy is involved to gather all the fluids needed. While my own endless river of seed made it easier than it might for another trying the same thing, the circle of fluids need come from mixed sources, a potent symbol of the comingling as much as the blood for desecrated ground is one of pain.

So, I moved to snatch up one who hadn't yet had their fun for the night and began going to town, while repeating the words that came to mind. Spreading those pussy lips wide before plunging into them, forcefully pleasuring them until their bodies writhed in pleasure and leaked their femenine juices-where Ii then bloated their womb with my own liquids, and then let the frothy mixture of sexual fluids drip on the ground to form the next part of the circle. A process only interrupted when I reached the limits of stamina for one-and moved on to the next-their curiosity and eagerness for release keeping some close and watching in rapt attention.

Knowing when my work was done was an instant process. Given my base race was derive from Carnachias's power-and carried a little bit of it with them down the ages, this form of blessing felt more at-home than any place I'd been since I got this body. An instant surge of vigor ran through me-more even than that of some of the women on the ground, recovering from my treatment, who seemed to moan slightly more lucidly. And most pertinently, was something really weird happening with my proprioception. Like there was a new direction open to me. Sticking out a pseudopod in this new direction, feeling it out more than trying to think of it-and yep, now I can see myself in third person.

Pleased with my results, I give a wave from the outside spot to them as I announce. "There. Now, any who seek to be with child, can merely return to this spot, even after I have left it. A portion of me shall be here as long as it remains so blessed. As for the other issue-"