Returning to Sarvas Part 15 - Home

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The entire group - Ahsch’s companions and the herd - had made themselves comfortable throughout the infinite space of the Enochiel-section of the demi-plane. Ahsch still held Stisea in his arms, on the same divan that he had bred the mousy satyr on, with his cock still filling her; she had passed out and only half-woke a couple times since he’d impregnated her, and the demanding, feral instinct to claim her was still hovering around in the back of his head, so he hadn’t moved.

Enhanced Senses told him that, aside from Mahat, everyone else was asleep. Which only caused him to jump even harder than he would have otherwise when someone else suddenly revealed that she wasn’t asleep. What happened to giving them all daughters? Ariin asked.

Ahsch smothered the growl in his throat. You try going into a feral breeding frenzy, he retorted.

Mahat gave me the broad strokes, but I’d like the details, his sister continued, nonplussed by the hostility of his mental voice.

He sighed, then relaxed his arms - which had tensed in the past few moments - slightly when Stisea made an uncomfortable sound and squirmed slightly, then smiled down at her at the contented noise she made. _Assuming my _wonderful familiar just told you something to the extent of, he shifted his sending into a girly, sing-song tone, ‘Ahsch fucked up~’

I did no such thing, Mahat protested haughtily.

Pretty much sums it up, Ariin said at the same time.

Ahsch rolled his eyes. _So, to be clear, I _did _give Stisea a daughter… but not a satyr. Nor… er… _just a daughter.

A few seconds ticked by before Ariin growled in annoyance. And?

Stisea’s daughter, firstly, will have a penis, so I guess I made the first hermaphrodite species on accident, Ariin chuckled at that, but quickly fell silent as Ahsch continued, _and she’s going to be an amalgam of hrafthi, satyr, greater spined fox, human, rabbit-girl, shaid… and somehow, angelic._

A few, quite tense seconds ticked by. Angels weren’t a species you could ‘record’ with Parental Mastery, Ariin finally protested. We tested that when we made the current backup.

Clearly, something changed.

This time, the silence stretched on for almost a minute. You have been working on expanding your domains, bodies the most, Ariin suggested.

Ahsch grunted. _I’d thought that too, and it makes sense. Parental Mastery does hook into the reproductive system, angel bodies are… well, bodies, and Parental Mastery can affect my children’s bodies, so… I guess I’m just pissed that I got more bullshit that I don’t necessarily need, as opposed to the actual things that I want from that domain._

It was a few moments later that Ariin asked, So, you’re going to tell her, right?

Ahsch sighed. Yes, I’m going to tell her.

All of it?

_Yes. I know it’s dangerous, but there’s something… I don’t even know. Hrafthi aren’t supposed to have a breeding rut - or, well, heat, I suppose - and this instinct to _claim her, it’s… weird.

Might be worth trying to ask Rwnil, Mahat suggested. …Or Phashim.

Ahsch made a doubtful face, then frowned as another possibility suggested itself to him. [u]_Or Phashak.- - - - - -

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The remainder of the journey back to Sarvas was uneventful, though there was a tense hour the morning after the breeding when Ahsch took Stisea to the park of the demi-plane and explained his background to his newest Thrall, as well as filled her in with greater detail about how Dominant’s Tithe worked - and told her what their daughter would turn out to be.

Surprisingly, the shy satyr had handled the exposition very well, quietly saying that she was happy to be his and understood why he kept so much a secret. However, she also remarked that she was concerned about possibly betraying the herd by completely being his, and timidly asked if he could help her talk to Ivrine.

That talk, which occurred not in the demi-plane, but on the road and with Xitia and Felori in attendance, was a similarly brief and simple affair. The herd queen was actually pleased with Ahsch ‘claiming’ one of the satyrs - though when asked, she just smiled enigmatically and referenced ‘feral monster things’ - didn’t feel that Stisea had betrayed the herd at all, and rather felt that the dynamic actually brought Ahsch and the herd closer, because Stisea would still be one of the herd. He also informed them of the complication that was Stisea’s daughter, and while they were slightly miffed that Ahsch had ‘boringly’ only given the other four hrafthi or satyr daughters, they didn’t complain, with Xitia even voicing support of his choice.

The next few nights, Ahsch had claimed his new mate repeatedly, though he didn’t neglect the girls he already had, and Stisea quickly found her place comfortably at the bottom of the hierarchy, eagerly serving Ariin, Mahat, and even Aena in one of the brief moments that the angel once again exercised her nascent individuality and self-motivation.

Eventually, the road they followed drew away from the mountain, slowly descending into a broad, forested valley. Ahsch felt his heart beat faster as he began to recognize the silhouettes of the peaks against the sky, knowing that he was drawing ever-closer to home. A feeling that peaked when, from beyond a curve in the road where the trees were dense, three familiar figures emerged. Ahsch’s party stopped, the herd, which was hanging further back so as not to alarm Savras, being signaled by several scouts that trailed Ahsch stealthily to halt as well.

“See?” one of the figures, a sleek and cat-girl with leopard spots on her ears and tail, demanded of the other two. “I _told _you he was coming home!”

The other two just stared at Ahsch, disbelief writ clear on their faces. They looked like they had seen a ghost.

_To be fair, you _did die, Mahat reminded him as he dismounted and started to walk forwards.

“Sti’el, Mahlith, Diex,” Ahsch called out, eyes watering.

Ariin came up beside him, smiling at her sisters as she held her brother’s arm. “We’re home,” she said.

Suddenly, the three sisters broke into a run, and all five siblings started crying as they embraced tightly, the sisters clinging onto their big brother with an urgency and relief that was palpable. Ahsch struggled to hug all four of them back, and ‘settled’ for getting his arms around Sti’el and Diex, the smaller two sandwiching Mahlith between them, who he managed to lightly hold with his fingers.