Returning to Sarvas Part 9 - Choosing Five

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An awkward smile appeared on Ahsch’s lips. “Forgive my ignorance, but is that a herd queen thing? Getting first go at the male or something?”

Ivrine arched an eyebrow, smirking in amusement. “It is not, at least not in the way you imply: to an extent, I am allowed to preempt the others of my herd to have ‘first go’ at a male, but abusing such a privilege would cause challengers to rise up, or for members of the herd to abandon my leadership and strike out on their own. We agreed that you would breed five of my herd, with the implication that you would choose which five - I am merely requesting that I be first of them. If you decline, I will not begrudge your choice.” She made a face. “At least, not in my capacity as herd queen. I may be somewhat upset personally if you do that, but I will not allow it to affect my leadership of my herd.”

Ahsch nodded thoughtfully, though he had no intention of ignoring Ivrine’s request. As the one he had interacted with the most, she was the satyr he felt the least… strange about breeding. He’d already established that casual flings for power wasn’t his ‘style,’ and while that mainly held true, he was willing to try ‘business’ flings beyond simply enabling his abilities. There was something different to his mind between fucking for the sake of Sexual Learning, and knocking up some of the satyr herd as part of their arrangement. Perhaps, as Ivrine had suggested, the domain of bonds had something to do with it; or maybe the simple fact that he would continue interacting with the herd beyond the sex meant something.

Either way, Ahsch was happy to ‘let’ Ivrine claim the first spot. “I’d be happy to grant your request, Ivrine,” he informed her. “I’m curious though, how exactly do you want to do this?”

She tilted her head, one goat-like ear flicking. “How do you mean?”

“For these breeding sessions, should they be kept private, one-on-one things? A group event between all six of us? Something else?”

The herd queen shrugged. “That is entirely up to you. Feral herds are all different; we have usually kept things relatively private with those we’ve dealt with, but I doubt any would particularly mind one way or another.” She smirked. “As a god of sex, I was almost expecting you to insist on a public event for the entire herd, to prove your prowess. And perhaps your dominance.”

The idea stirred something within him. It must have shown on his face, because an intrigued, somewhat lewd expression crossed Ivrine’s face, and Ahsch could tell that Xitia and Felori picked up on it too. Ahsch felt something within his divinity… change. Almost like a tremble. It felt almost like…

Ahsch glanced between Xitia and Felori. “I’m assuming if I’m impregnating you, then they should remain unbred?” he asked Ivrine.

She snorted. “While it would be burdensome when the children were all born, the herd could function just fine with all of us pregnant. We are not helpless, and compared to human females, we maintain the bulk of our capabilities even whilst bearing children.”

Ahsch nodded. “Then we have the first three,” he said, causing all three of the satyrs to shift in arousal, both Xitia and Felori flushing eagerly, while Ivrine smirked wider for the declaration. “Let’s head back,” Ahsch said, dismounting his swing and leading the way back across the parking lot and into the forest, quickly emerging back into the clearing that had formed for nearly thirty-strong gathering.

Immediately, everyone’s attention switched to him and the three leaders of the herd, and from the expressions on his group’s faces, he knew that Mahat had been keeping everyone informed over Daydreamweave.

Ahsch glanced back over his shoulder, and used Sense Dynamic on the three satyrs behind him, focusing on the sexual dynamic specifically. Ivrine was only moderately submissive towards him - though he got the impression it was due to caution and novelty, rather than any true leaning away from sexual submission. Xitia, on the other hand, was almost… competitive, it felt like, while Felori gave off a rather vanilla feel of ‘equailty.’ Ahsch then looked out over the twenty-odd other satyrs, all of whom were watching, anticipating what they could sense was about to happen.

Ahsch’s gaze flicked from one satyr to another, eyes lingering as he intuited what Sense Dynamic gave him, searching for… “Stisea,” he called to a mousy-looking, brown-haired, brown-eyed, and brown-horned satyr, who was slightly lighter-skinned than most of her fellows. Her eyes widened slightly before she, almost shyly, bounced up and began to make her way through the crowd towards Ahsch. The hrafthi continued his search, eventually landing on, “Dheqae.” The slightly older, dark-toned satyr with pale ginger hair, pure black horns, and hazel eyes flecked with both bright green and dark brown, raised an eyebrow and walked over calmly. With the two satyrs in front of him, he asked, “I assume you heard Ivrine’s condition for our arrangement?” They both nodded, Stisea giving a small, bouncy nod while Dheqae just dipped her head in acknowledgement once. “Do you agree to be among the five I breed?”

“Yes,” Stisea murmured softly.

“I’d be thrilled,” Dheqae replied.

Ahsch nodded. “And would either-” he paused, then looked over his shoulder, “-_any _of you,” he amended, “be against a… public event?”

Stisea flushed a brilliant shade of red, while Dheqae just grinned broadly. Ahsch mainly focused on shy Stisea, who glanced up at him, flushed deeper, looked down and away, worried her lip for a moment, then shook her head. “I… wouldn’t mind,” she eventually said, sounding more like she was confessing to a wild kink than anything else.

Ahsch grinned, then looked to the side, concentrated, and formed an arch from the tangled branches of two narrow trees, which led through to the ‘Enochiel’ part of the demi-plane. He gestured to his five partners. “After you,” he told them, and the five headed over. He then looked back at the gathering. “Any who wish to observe may join us,” he announced before heading through the arch himself.

The other side of the arch was formed between two narrow pillars only two tiers away from the center of the Enochiel section of the demi-plane. One step down, and Ahsch was at the edge of the central pond, where the five, soon-to-be mothers of his children were either investigating the pool’s temperature with a hand or gazing around at the expansive, pseudo-infinite room.

“This represents the god you serve, yes?” Felori asked.

Ahsch nodded. “Enochiel, yes. A significant part of my soul is dedicated, though I imagine that as time goes on and my relation to him changes, this space, too, will change.”

Dheqae balanced on one hoof and lazily swept the other back and forth through the water of the shallow pool. “Were you intending to impregnate us in here,” she asked, nodding towards the pond, and then towards the many pillows and divans, “or among the pillows?”