Chapter 223

“Ephy’s presence definitely overruled your potion,” Aria said. She seemed amused that Zoey had thought otherwise. A smile tugged on her lips as she leaned forward to press her forehead against Zoey’s. Murmuring in a low, seductive tone, she said, “But, like I said, we can try again. Make sure it took. I don’t see any harm in that.”

Aria started grinding back and forth again, stroking her ass along Zoey’s throbbing-hard cock.

But instead of enjoying herself, Zoey reached down and grabbed the priestess’s waist, forcing her to still.

“Hey. Hold up a second. Are you saying—you think you’re pregnant?”

“Well, obviously it’s too early to know for sure, but you finished inside me during a ritual directly overseen by the goddess of fertility.” She laughed. “You really think your seed wouldn’t take hold, there?”

“I— But— Really?”

Aria blinked, obviously sensing something off in her reaction. “Um. Yes. Does that bother you?”

“Does it bother you?”

“Of course not. Carrying the child of a goddess’s chosen, who might one day ascend into the pantheon herself, would be an honor I couldn’t dream of.” She seemed bewildered by Zoey’s question.

“But we aren’t—you know? Girlfriends? Much less wives.” Zoey was highly at a loss by this revelation, and Aria’s reaction to it.

In fact, Aria didn’t seem to understand her point.

“Wouldn’t you want your partner to help raise your child?” Zoey asked.

“Oh.” Aria blinked. “Perhaps in a traditional arrangement. But motherhood is a blessing no matter what form it takes. And seeing how you’re aligned under the goddess of fertility, I had expected you would be...” she struggled for a way to phrase it. “Well. Busy. Depositing your seed far and wide, as your aspect would demand of you. As I said, my skill even mentions breeding by name—it’s likely one of the most effective ways for you to gain Holy Energy. I had assumed you’d be making a great many babies. Obviously, you wouldn’t be able to care for them all.”

Zoey gaped at her.

“In fact, I had assumed you would be impregnating all of your priestesses,” she continued. “Or at least the ones who wanted it. And I assume many would. I certainly wouldn’t be the only one to think this way. I bet plenty of your followers would accept a blessing like that too.”

“R-Really?”

“Oh, sure. For all kinds of reasons. Some women can’t conceive naturally, or their partner is infertile, or perhaps even there will be single women who want a child. They’d naturally come to the woman directly imbued by the goddess of fertility if it was an option.” Aria bit her lip. “Of course, it wouldn’t be a matter of ‘starting a family’ with any of them. Rather, it would be ... a divine blessing. And a choice for them to make, anyway. It’s not like they’d be uninformed.” She leaned forward and kissed Zoey on the cheek. “It’s not like I didn’t know what would happen when I went into a ritual to draw Ephythithy’s attention.” She bit her lip. “You’ve actually got me kind of worried it didn’t take, now. I was looking forward to it.” She started grinding into Zoey’s lap even faster, as if the possibility of not being pregnant had upset her, and now she wanted to make up for lost time. Zoey groaned at the sensation, her back arching in pleasure. “So,” Aria said, flustered. “A second attempt won’t hurt anyone, just to be safe. We need the Holy Energy, anyway.”

Having a priestess—one all but begging to be bred—rubbing her ass into her cock made it a little hard to think. Her head spun as arousal coursed through her. But even as Aria continued to rock back and forth, breathing growing labored and panting hot air into Zoey’s face, she couldn’t help but have her thoughts run wild in different directions.

Was that fine?

To just go around knocking up random girls? Her eventual priestesses? Her followers?

Aria?

She guessed Aria was right: it was their decision to make. If they simply wanted a child from her, no strings attached, for whatever reasons they might have, then Zoey could hardly condemn that.

And if they wanted it, then there wasn’t really a problem? Right?

Plus she was saving the world while doing it. They needed that Holy Energy.

As long as Zoey wanted it, and her partner did too, there were no problems.

And, obviously, she did want it.

She very much wished to lift Aria up, throw her onto the bed, and climb over her and breed the desperate priestess. The girl seemed equally excited by the idea, grinding against Zoey as she panted hotly with the idea of their upcoming session. The thought of pumping seed deep into her willing womb, unprotected, made Zoey’s head nearly swim.

But.

It was just ... a bit much.

Unannounced. Not thought over properly.

In fact, it was because of how aroused she was, knowing she could pin the priestess down and paint her insides white and breed her—properly, this time, not a fantasy—that had Zoey wrestling with her spiking excitement.