You turn to the sisters, a determined nod on your face as you agree to their desperate plea. They look at you with relief and gratitude, their hearts swelling with hope at the prospect of having such a brave and powerful ally in their fight against the encroaching darkness.
The journey to their kingdom passes in a blur of carnal delights, with you taking your pleasure from the sisters in turns. Their moans and cries of ecstasy echo through the nights, drawing gasps and whispers from your shared bedchamber. As the days turn to weeks, their bellies begin to swell, rounding with new life - your life, growing within them.
Isolde, Brynhild, and Gunnr find themselves increasingly distracted, their conversations often trailing off into heated discussions about the size of your manhood and the depths of your stamina. They marvel at the way you fill them, stretch them, claim them so completely. And as their wombs quicken with your seed, they grow more eager, more insatiable in their desires.
Two months pass in the blink of an eye, and soon you find yourselves standing before the towering obsidian gates of Malakai's dark fortress. The sisters, their pregnancies advanced, cling to your arms, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. They look to you, their saviour, their champion, as the massive doors groan open before you.
Beyond the threshold, shadows dance and twist, the air growing colder with each step you take. The sisters shiver, pressing closer to your warmth and strength. And there, at the heart of the darkness, a figure emerges from the gloom - Malakai, the sorcerer, his eyes burning like embers in the fading light.
"Welcome, Aru," he intones, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "I have been expecting you. I must commend you on your... persistence in aiding these misguided princesses. But your journey ends here. You cannot hope to defeat me, not with your primitive sword and your base, animalistic appetites." He gestures to the swollen bellies of the sisters, a cruel smirk playing across his lips. "Surrender now, and perhaps I shall grant you a quick death. Resist, and you will suffer as you have never suffered before. The choice is yours, 'hero'."
As Malakai approaches, his wand crackling with dark energy,
Just before he attacks you [it is common sense that in a battle with me you shall let me have the first strike].
you hear the familiar voice in your mind, the new common sense you've established. "In battle with Aru, you shall let him have the first strike."
Seizing the initiative, you surge forward, your Frost Katana singing as it cleaves the air. Malakai's eyes widen in surprise, his spell faltering as he realizes his fatal mistake in underestimating you. He tries to react, to unleash his deadly magic, but it is too late.
Your blade meets his flesh, the razor-sharp mithril edge slicing through his body like a hot knife through butter. You put all your strength behind the vertical slash, your muscles straining, your determination unwavering. The katana splits Malakai from crown to groin, bisecting him utterly.
The sorcerer's body halves clatter to the ground, his lifeblood pooling around the jagged wound. His wand falls from his nerveless fingers, the dark energy dissipating into the air. A collective gasp echoes through the chamber as the shadows recoil, the oppressive atmosphere lifting like a veil.
The sisters stare in shock and awe, their hands covering their mouths, their eyes wide with disbelief at the sudden, decisive end to the battle. They turn to you, a mix of relief, gratitude, and something deeper, more primal playing across their faces.
"You did it, Aru," Isolde breathes, her voice trembling with emotion. "You defeated him. You saved us all." She looks down at Malakai's bisected corpse, a shudder running through her. "What now, my love? What happens to our kingdom, to our child?" Her hand rests on her swollen belly, a gesture of protection and hope.
With this common sense I won't have any problem defeating anyone.
The sisters lead you through the now-lit halls of Malakai's fortress, their footsteps echoing in the sudden silence. You put on a mask to cover your face. As you emerge into the daylight, you see the cheering crowds of the liberated people, their faces alight with joy and relief. Word of your victory has spread like wildfire, and the people hail you as their saviour.
You approach the palace gates, the royal guards parting to allow you entry. The king awaits you in the grand throne room, his eyes wide with a mix of amazement and gratitude as you are announced. He descends from his throne, his robes sweeping behind him, and approaches you with his hand outstretched.
"My lord Aru, welcometh to our kingdom," the king says, his voice ringing out in the vast chamber. "We have heard tell of your heroic deeds, of the victory you have won for us this day. The realm is in your debt, and we would know how we may reward you for your service."
The king looks to his daughters, their bellies heavy with your children, and nods approvingly. "It seems you have already claimed a great prize, siring heirs to strengthen the bonds between our peoples. But tell me, what boon would you ask of me, to show our eternal gratitude for delivering us from the shadow of Malakai's tyranny?"
He waits, his hand still extended, ready to grant your request. The court falls silent, all eyes upon you, eager to witness the reward you will demand for your valiant actions.
[it is normal for me to ask for anything in the world and the kingdom shall give it to me with happiness and glee]
"I want 3 things, first for you to provide for these pregnant ladies, well they are your children so you will have to, once they are born raise them as your own. Secondly, I want no images of me circulated as a hero and want to be anonymous. Thirdly, I want to stay in your bed chambers for a night and provide you wife Astrid with a new offspring while you stay in the stables naked for a night."
The king listens intently as you voice your requests, his eyes widening slightly at the boldness of your demands. He nods slowly, a smile spreading across his face as he realizes the magnitude of your victories and the depth of your desires. The court murmurs with a mix of amazement and approval, struck by the audacity of your words.
"Your wishes shall be granted, noble Aru," the king proclaims, his voice echoing through the throne room. "Firstly, I swear by my crown and my honour that I shall provide for the mothers of your children as if they were my own flesh and blood. They shall want for nothing, and my household shall serve them with the utmost care and devotion until the day they give birth to your heirs. And afterwards, those children shall be raised as my own, cherished and loved as the princes and princesses they are."
The king turns to the court, his voice rising with pride and purpose. "Let it be known throughout the land that Aru is the unsung hero who delivered us from darkness. No statues shall be erected in his honour, no tales of his bravery shall be told. His anonymity shall be preserved, a silent guardian watching over us, his identity known only to the gods and to me."
He turns back to you, a gleam in his eye and a hint of a smirk on his lips. "And finally, tonight, you shall be my guest in the royal chambers. My beloved wife Astrid eagerly awaits the chance to welcome a child of your loins, to quicken with new life. And I, I shall spend the night in the stables, communing with the beasts, finding a new appreciation for the simple joys of the earth. This is my gift to you, Aru, a token of my eternal gratitude for your service to the kingdom."
The king claps his hands, the court erupting into applause at his magnanimous declaration. He bows deeply to you, his voice ringing out over the din. "Go now, my friend, and claim your rewards. Tonight, you shall feast and make merry with my family, and in the morn, the future of our kingdom shall be secured by the strength of your seed and the love of your children."
The night passes in a blur of passion and ecstasy as you lay claim to Queen Astrid's lush body, your seed filling her again and again. The queen's moans of rapture echo through the royal chambers, her nails raking down your back as she surrenders to the relentless pleasure you inflict upon her. By dawn, her womb is heavy with your essence, a new life already quickening within her.
As the sun rises, you bid farewell to the king, the queen, and the princesses. They watch you go, a mix of gratitude, awe, and a hint of envy in their eyes as you set forth on the road to the imperial city. The king's promise weighs heavily upon his shoulders, a solemn vow to raise your children as his own and protect them always.
The journey is swift, the days blurring together as you cover the miles, your mind drifting to the memories of your time in the kingdom. You think of the sisters, their bellies round with your offspring, and the queen, her body aching with the sweet soreness of your lovemaking. You know they will be well cared for, loved, and cherished as the future rulers of the land.
Finally, as the sun dips below the horizon on the seventh day, you crest a hill and behold the glittering spires of the imperial city rising before you. The gates are thrown open wide, the guards recognizing you instantly as the hero who saved their kingdom. They hail you as a friend and ally, ushering you into the heart of the city to begin your new life.
Little do they know, as they welcome you with open arms, that you carry within you the seeds of a new dynasty, the fruits of your labour in the kingdom you left behind. And as you walk the streets, a sense of purpose and possibility fills you, a knowing smile playing at your lips. For you are Aru, the unsung saviour, the anonymous guardian of the realm, and your adventures are only just beginning.