Rebirth in Ruyanei

And then I spawned.

I went from being purely hypothetical to simply being. What an experience. It was one thing to be floating in that goddess-realm, with some awareness of the form and function being prepared for me, but it was something else entirely to actually inhabit the flesh.

I drew breath for the first time in a small patch of dead grasses, surrounded by a moderately-dense forest on all sides. Breathing deeply, I couldn't help but laugh. Just being what I was felt incredible. I couldn't wait to actually hunt. I had to **** myself to slow down, to be deliberate. New body, new world, new paradigm. I needed to pace myself.

Understanding that the world operated generally like a video game from my past world, but having been uninterested in the HUD I'd been offered, I knew I would have to feel my way through it a bit with limited access to the details. That was fine with me; no different from the life I'd left behind. The big difference in my mind was simply knowing that the gods of this world, my gods, endorsed all of my darkest desires. Not only that, they delighted in them. I wasn't chosen in spite of these things but because of them.

I would show them that they had chosen well. No more timid goodie-goodie. No, it was time to be my most authentic self and **** the shit out a whole god-damned world.

Despite being eager to hunt, I spent the first few hours of my new existence simply experimenting with the capabilities of my new body. It was beautiful and horrible. Terrifyingly erotic in form and function. Menacing and elegant. I was a predator. No one could glimpse me and not draw that conclusion. I would inspire fear. And once I demonstrated that I could be merciful to the obedient, I would inspire submission.

I was a fair bit larger than any human. Nearly nine feet tall, or long. I wasn't sure. I could move just as early upright as not. When I moved about on all four limbs I was sure I resembled some sort of bestial imitation of a lizard. My arms were thick and powerful, rippling with lean muscle. Each ended in a familiar sort of hand, the fingers tipped with deadly claws. My hands were beautiful. They were well suited for walking, running, grasping, and climbing, as well as slashing and ripping. That's all I really needed.

Mastery over the basics of motor function came quickly. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I found having a tail aided in balance considerably and served as a very useful counterbalance for a lot of acrobatics. I could pull off twists and flips I'd have thought were impossible as a human. Maybe they were, for a human.

I was interested to find that the several tentacles protruding from my body had such an **** degree of articulation that I could twist and bend them into nearly any position I wanted. The longest were about ten feet in length, and their hooked barbs ensured that anything I coiled them around stayed caught until I released it. They were so carefully designed and crafted I couldn't help but marvel at them.

Coiling one around my forearm, I confirmed that the barbs were angled so that I could freely disengage them simply by coiling my tentacle more tightly, and I could grip and manipulate the captured limb, but any attempt to pull my arm free was met with dozens of the sharp barbs hooking into my skin. Amazing.

A few shorter tentacles were thicker and stronger, potentially useful for some non-damaging restraint or violative penetration, as they featured no barbs. The shortest pair, a mere two or three feet, were more delicate things tipped with wasp-like stingers. I knew from my time in creation that it would inject victims with a toxin that made them better mothers for my babies, both by inducing lactation and by expanding their supply by enlarging their breasts.

I took some sadistic pleasure in knowing exactly what my body could do. How I could forcibly reduce even the most unwilling and unfeminine woman to the sum total of her body's reproductive benefits to me and my kind. Queens and peasants, warriors and mages, soldiers, and even Heroes could be reduced to the same singular trait: female. They would all be made mothers.

Satisfied that I had fully explored all my basic options, I began to move through the woods in search of opportunities to train.

I managed to chase down and kill several small animals as I played and practiced with my new form. It became trivial fairly quickly as I mastered the use of my surprising number of appendages, including the ability to move several of them independently. I felt ready to take on something worth killing, as well as try out the final untested appendage still lurking in its sheath between my thighs. After all, beyond being a killing machine I was a breeder. I had so many children to bring to this world.