Reformed self

In the hours after emerging from the Plane of Euthymia, the true Raiden Shogun sat on the edge of her own throne, completely naked except for the remnants of her ruined outfit hanging off one shoulder.

Her body still tingled.

Every nerve ending felt hypersensitive — a lingering gift from weeks of non-stop dual assault inside her realm. When she shifted, a thick trickle of the Traveler’s cum slowly leaked from her well-used pussy onto the polished floor. She didn’t clean it up. The sensation of it sliding out of her only made her thighs press together with quiet need.

Mentally, the change was absolute.

The old definition of Eternity — cold, still, isolated, unchanging — now felt like a nightmare she had finally woken up from. In its place was something warm, wet, and endlessly hungry. True Eternity, she now believed with complete conviction, was being used. Being filled. Being needed. Offering her body freely so that her people could take their pleasure from their Archon whenever they desired.

She craved validation the way she had once craved stillness.

Every time a soldier or court official glanced at her exposed body with open lust, a soft pulse of satisfaction ran through her. When someone actually stepped forward and requested her — as several already had — she felt a deep, almost spiritual rightness settle in her chest.

This is correct.

This is what I should have been all along.

Her natural submissiveness, long buried under layers of self-imposed control and further shaped by centuries of Yae’s earlier conditioning, now sat fully on the surface. She no longer tried to lead with cold authority. She waited to be told what to do. She presented herself. She thanked those who used her.

Yet she was still an Archon.

The power was intact. The presence was intact. The absolute certainty was intact — it had simply been redirected. When she spoke, the nation still listened. When she declared her body public property “for eternity,” no one dared question it. They only lined up.

Ei reached down and slowly dragged two fingers through the mess between her legs, bringing them to her lips to taste. A soft, almost dreamy sigh escaped her.

She was free.

She was owned by everyone and no one.

She was exactly where she now believed an Archon should be: open, available, and permanently ready to be fucked by her own people.

And underneath all of that new purpose, one quiet, lingering thought kept returning — the memory of the Traveler’s cock and the way he and Yae had rewritten her so completely.

The changes ran even deeper than simple eagerness.

Ei had become easy.

Ridiculously, almost comically easy. Her Archon body, once capable of withstanding anything, had been deliberately tuned for maximum sensitivity. Even the most inexperienced, freshly adulted young man — nervous, clumsy, and barely average in size — could reduce her to a squirming, screaming mess within minutes. A few awkward thrusts were enough to make her eyes roll back, her thighs shake, and her voice break into high, shameless cries as she came hard around whatever cock was inside her. Size no longer mattered. Technique no longer mattered. The moment she was filled, her rewritten body and mind treated it like the greatest pleasure in existence.

She had also lowered every natural defense of her womb.

Anyone could impregnate her now. A single load was enough. The moment she felt the familiar warm flood, a soft, satisfied smile would spread across her face. Then, without ceremony, she would open a small rift into her Plane of Euthymia, step inside for what felt like the full term to her, give birth in complete privacy, and step back out only moments later in real-world time — belly flat again, pussy still dripping, already ready for the next man in line.

It had become routine.

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When no one came to the palace to claim her, Ei simply walked the streets of Inazuma City herself.

Her new “outfit” consisted of nothing more than crotch-high thigh-highs, matching arm sleeves, and a few decorative accessories that framed her body without covering anything important. Her full breasts swayed freely with every step. Her bare pussy was completely visible between her thighs. The once-untouchable Archon now strolled through her own capital like a sacred, walking invitation — smiling gently at anyone who stared, stopping whenever someone worked up the courage to pull her into an alley, against a wall, or simply right there on the street.

Most citizens still hesitated at first.

A few days of watching their Shogun openly present herself, moan without restraint, and thank them afterward quickly erased that hesitation.

Ei had turned herself into the ultimate public service.

Easy to please.

Easy to impregnate.

Always available.

And completely, blissfully content with her new eternity.

By the time Aether and his companions had been gone only a few days, the entire nation of Inazuma had fully adjusted to their Archon’s new reality.

The line outside Tenshukaku never truly disappeared.

Citizens from every island, travelers who had heard the rumors, merchants, soldiers, farmers, young men who had only just come of age — they all queued patiently for their turn with the Raiden Shogun. Some wanted a quick release. Others wanted the prestige of impregnating an Archon. Ei welcomed every single one with the same soft, eager smile, thighs already parted, body presented.

She was used constantly throughout the day.

In the throne room, in the hallways, bent over balconies, on her knees in the courtyards. Whenever a load filled her womb she would quietly step into her pocket dimension, skip the pregnancy, give birth, and return within minutes — belly flat, pussy still wet, ready for the next man in line. The cycle repeated without rest.

At night, when the human visitors finally thinned out, Ei did not retire to sleep.

Instead she walked barefoot into the wilderness beyond the city, still wearing nothing but her thigh-highs and arm sleeves, and let the monsters have her.

Hilichurls, nobushi, treasure horder even the occasional larger specter — she presented herself to all of them with the same serene willingness. The creatures, driven by instinct, mounted her without hesitation. She spent those nights on all fours in the dirt or pinned against trees, moaning loudly as inhuman cocks stretched her open and pumped her full of thick, unnatural seed. She came just as easily for them as she did for humans, body trembling, eyes hazy with pleasure, thanking them in soft, broken moans whenever they finished inside her.

By dawn she would return to the palace, dripping a mix of human and monster cum, take a brief rinse, and open the doors again for the morning line.

The once-isolated Archon of Eternity had become Inazuma’s most thoroughly used public resource — by day a free-use vessel for her people and visiting travelers, by night a willing breeding toy for the monsters of the land.