Reincarnated as the Only Human

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I decided to just do this for the uploads; today has part one, part two will be out in two days, and part three in four, so just stock these up I guess, or read them now.

Not enough time to actually write Chapters for this, so... yeah, here~!

On another note, this is a nice break from everything for me, which is nice~!

See you all in just under a week~!

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Long ago, before the mortals had begun to occupy the planet of Teran, us Goddesses had the entire world to mostly ourselves, and that was a problem.

Some of us fought for dominance over others, wanting to claim them for their beauty or to bolster our own strengths.

Others wanted to relax and simply exist, doing whatever we felt like doing in the moment, uncaring of the future.

Me?

I was both.

Well... kind of.

I enjoyed living in the moment, and most of those moments were spent with me haggling with the other Goddesses for sex.

As the Goddess of Prostitution, I loved~ sex, and I loved going with the flow.

Sometimes, a Goddess would approach me and ask for a good time; in response, I had them offer me something in return before giving them... something.

It depended on what I thought that something was worth, and my standards weren’t that high.

Some, like Vulcanata - Goddess of Volcanoes - offered me pretty little trinkets like an obsidian pendant.

When I accepted that, the red skinned, flaming haired Goddess savored my body as we made love inside her largest home, her molten like semen splattering against my womb as she impregnated me over and over again.

I gave Vulcanata a dozen children, all for a pendant.

To most, that sounds ridiculous and not equal, but to me, that pendant was priceless.

As such, I offered my lover something priceless in return.

The mortals that surrounded that volcano grew to worship it as my moaning echoed throughout the lands, and each time Vulcanata ejaculated inside me, the volcano erupted.

With a dozen children of various fiery domains now clinging to her, Vulcanata grew dormant as she doted on our children, and for a few years we continued to live as a family, before I left her, like I always did.

We parted ways on a good note, and our large family was one of unity and joy.

I loved each of those Goddesses that were born from our union a lot, and to this day I visit them and lay with them, giving them the warmth of a mother whenever they desired it.

Not every relationship was like that.

For example, a Goddess named Yukia - Goddess of Freshwater Wildlife - didn’t like that the river stones she offered me weren’t enough for sex.

They were pretty things, but they held no meaning, no sincerity.

She was horny, and as a Goddess of Prostitution, she believed me to be cheap.

I was anything but cheap.

My power came from the sincerity and desires of my partners, and she only desired to lay with me.

There was nothing else.

My mortal children may be shallower than I was, but I was a Goddess; we were different.

As such, I found myself on the negative side of my domain, a side that I neither hated nor loved.

It was... just business.

That business was Yukia forcing herself on me, churning my womb with her thick cock before shooting her semen inside me and impregnating me.

Like the others, I bore her a few children as well, but because of her darker actions, her children were ’darker’.

Goddess of Drowning, Morgena.

Goddess of Dry Lakes, Scorlaka.

Goddess of Deadly Mirages, Illusanta.

Those three Goddesses were gloomy, murderous, almost ’evil’ Goddesses, but they were my children nonetheless.

Yukia, however, refused to believe that she would beget such children, and left.

That was some of what happened to me, but what many of the other Goddesses don’t enjoy about me was the time that I grew tired of the simple loop that I found myself in.

Being pursued constantly for sex, bearing multiple children, raising them, then repeating.

I loved my children, but I was tired of the constant cycle all the time, and wanted to just... take a break from being pursued.

I wanted some time away, so I made a deal.

A deal that, in reality, was so heavily weighed against me that most wouldn’t take it, but a deal that I still believe in whole heartedly.

Moriartra, Goddess of Murder...

She was the one that I found myself before, and she was the one to offer me a deal.

A woman with skin as red as the blood of the mortals below, eyes as sharp as her knives, and a grin that sent chills down anyone’s spine...

She had a certain beauty to her; a sharp aura that matched her eyes, voluptuous breasts, wide hips, round ass, and a unique cock that she gifted to her most devout, devious followers...

Long and pointed, it had a few spikes that enlarged inside her ’prey’ to keep them from pulling away, and that allowed her to pour her semen inside each time she inserted her cock into their vagina.

Standing in front of her, I saw her rake her eyes over my body before her grin widened.

”So, the recently elusive Freyishtra is at my door~? What brings you here, whore~?”

Narrowing my eyes at her, I sighed as I felt my womb begin to ache as she derided me; since my mortal followers had begun to find that subservience in sex provides more profits, I was shifting to align with them, and being talked down to...

”Moriartra, I... wish to make a deal.”

Raising a perfectly curved brow, the woman grinned at me as she asked ”A deal? You and me? Haha~! Good, good... what is it that the cheap slut wants from me? Someone pissing you off? Did one of your previous flings want you back again? Or maybe some mortals fucked you too hard for you to allow them to keep living?”

Frowning, I glared at her as I said ”None of that, Moriartra. What I want is simple... I want you, the Goddess of Murder...”

Taking a deep breath, I watched as the red skinned woman continued to stare at me, her long, forked tongue flicking out at her razor sharp blade.

”To shelter me for a few decades. I want to rest, and recently... many of our peers are getting to bold. To... annoying. So...”

Her grin faded, and I felt the blood drenched aura of one of the deadliest Goddess’ descend around me as she asked ”You want me... to PROTECT you? HAHA~!”

She laughed without smiling, and those slitted crimson eyes were dull as she glared at me.

Taking another deep breath, I sighed as I removed the strap of my loose dress, letting it fall to the ground silently.

Moriartra looked me over for a few seconds, her cock twitching.

”I’d decline anyone else... Fuck, whatever. Freyishtra, I want you on my cock for a few years first. Give me a few children to mould into... something, and I’ll give you that peace you so desperately crave. Every load you wring out of my balls is another year I’ll let you crash at my place. Oh, and fail to do so, and I’ll be carving you into pieces, okay bitch?”

Shivering, I nodded as I stepped forwards, only to yelp as Moriartra grabbed me by the hair.

”Come on then... it’s been awhile since I last had a Goddess... been trying to satiate myself with mortals... tch, useless things.”

With that, Moriartra dragged me back to her domain, and my century of peace began...

After almost a decade of pure, violent sex.

Fond times, that...

And I recall each child I bore her fondly as well, especially the way she fucked me to conceive each one...

Oh, those were some good times.