Reincarnated as the Only Human

Reincantra PoV

The library was quiet once again as everyone left, the previous hubbub finally gone now that we had all come to not only an agreement but also a mutually beneficial time together that had seen a certain prickly Goddess feeling rather happy.

My pussy still ached fiercely from her incessant poundings, while my womb was swollen with her child as well as Areseta’s as I was ravaged for days on end with the only promise of release being when I opened myself up for them.

Of course we all knew I had to do no such thing, but seeing them working together was far too fascinating to give that potential story up, so currently I was lounging on my bed staring at the stars as my womb fostered the life of two new Goddesses waiting to be born.

Sitting atop my thighs and playing around with the stars above us was my gorgeous and unique daughter Astaria, the young Goddess humming to herself as she continued to study the previous plot points of the mortal she had been shaped after.

”Mama?”

Sensing that I was finally back to a state of normalcy, my daughter tilted her head and spun around as she prepared to ask me something, bringing me from my reverie and forcing my lust to fizzle out as I focused on her and only her.

”How come her story has no start?”

My eyes flickered to the stars she had been playing with, each one shining brilliantly and holding key events from her life; most were more recent, but a few were glowing with the shine only possible from age, and those ones were shrouded in a curious red and purple mist, something that I was all too familiar with.

”It isn’t that she has no start, Astaria, but instead that those particular stars aren’t really hers. Not in the way you know of her, anyways. And for now... you’ll need to be content with what you have, dear. Those ones need to remain the way they are, alright?”

The purple haired, red eyed Goddess pursed her plump lips as she pouted at me, trying to convince me to reveal them to her, only to let out an adorable huff as she spun back around and threw herself backwards, landing between my breasts.

”Hmph!”

Just to make sure I heard her the first time, my daughter let out another, louder huff before returning to her stars, though before I could tease her or simply bask in her warmth someone else moved onto the bed.

”Mommy Demetra! Mama won’t tell me about these stars!”

She got up just as quickly as she had fallen down, and suddenly she was sitting in the lap of the equally pregnant Demetra, trying to convince the other Goddess to give her the things she wanted.

Our eyes met, and while we had just finished sharing a bed to have passionate sex - both with Moriartra and Areseta as well as without them - I was still determined to give the bitch a cold shoulder, though this was something that I was willing to set aside my pettiness for.

”Astaria dear, I’m sorry but you’re not allowed to see those just yet, alright? Your Mama said no...”

The younger Goddess’ pout deepened before she let out a sigh and flickered away, disappearing from our sight and placing herself in her comfortable nook deep within the library as she decided to give us both the cold shoulder, giving me a dose of my own medicine.

Finding myself alone with Demetra wasn’t the plan, but I just stared back at her as I waited for her to say something, remaining petulant even now; she chuckled wryly at that before sinking into the sheets and rubbing her belly.

”It’s been awhile since I carried a child. And to think it’ll be Moriartra’s again... a shame, don’t you think?”

Eyes greener than the more fertile field of grass, deeper than the largest forests, more vibrant than the most vibrant emerald stared back at me, and I found that color rather soothing, even if I had been making an effort to stay away from green.

”Some would argue it’s rather needed.”

A perfectly plucked brow of the same shade of viridescence was raised at that, while soft, full lips of a beautiful shade of pink were tugged upwards in a small smile; everything about her was well crafted and perfect, and yet we both knew it wasn’t truly her... same that this wasn’t truly me.

”The same way others would argue you’re being a false Goddess at the moment, hm? Sparring in wordplay with the Goddess of Stories... suicidal or brave, I wonder.”

One thing that was definitely her was the confidence and assuredness that no one else possessed, which was - funnily enough - one of the things I despised and loved about her, hence why I decided to drop the pretense for now.

”What do you want, Demetra?”

”For one, I would rather not be at odds with you at ever possible turn; is now really the time for that? I mean... look.”

The stars that Astaria had been playing with turned into mirrors of light, each of them showing us a scene from a small part of the world below; each of them showed a piece of the story surrounding that Goddess’ namesake.

Some were familiar - the purple haired mortal moaning lewdly as she rammed a cock that didn’t belong to her into the sensitive, drugged pussy of a Dark Elf, the two Deerkin studs with Areseta’s blood flowing through their veins cumming inside of two futanari, a Dark Elf getting stepped on by a Hawkkin while a Catkin grinned as she fucked her mouth...

Others were less so, though they still related to the mortal woman we both loved in a decent light - a Wolfkin Dama and daughter talking seriously at a table, a Beekin lounging in a small bedroom reading a book and taking notes, a regal Deerkin drumming her fingers as she read report after report... or the Boarkin family reminiscing around a fire.

A few of the mirrors though were showing us the things we really didn’t want to see - a hideous, greasy Noble ravaging a slave, hooded figures sneaking through the city, a gathering of greedy imbeciles...

”I know... I know.”

That was all I had to say as we watched the mirrors closely, though I knew the Goddess beside me wanted to hear more than that... but I wasn’t in the mood to vocalize that just yet; I was many things, and petty was first amongst them, especially when it came to her.