Rummaging through the castle’s supply closet, Orias found a mana core. This one was yellow and the size of an apple. He needed all the mana cores he could get his hands on because this baby in his womb was draining him faster than Sela riding him.
A month long pregnancy was great and all but the constant mana drain was starting to affect him. It had only been five hours since he had conceived the baby and he already wanted to rip his hair out.
Grabbing the core, he decided to wait for Bella to return. He needed a hug. Yes, the comfortable boobs of his sister—his sanctuary. With a sigh, he walked back to the main hall and waited.
Time passed slowly, his mind wandering to his child. Would it really burn its way out? It felt like a parasite growing inside him. At first it was not noticeable but now he could feel a lump in his womb.
Looking at the door, he saw movement, his sister stumbled inside. She wasn’t in Esana bird form.
His heart raced as he rushed to her, supporting her body with his arm. There was a burn on her back.
“Are you okay? Bella what happened?”
Isabella shook her head, her breathing labored and her mana drained. Orias quickly pressed the mana core he found to her wrist, letting it absorb into her body.
“Shapeshift into me and heal your wounds first. Then tell me what happened,” he ordered.
She didn’t protest and shifted into him, her appearance changing into his, the burn disappearing, the mana crystal on her wrist glowing blue.
“Poison arrow but I managed to—” She paused. Her red eyes moved down to his stomach and her eyebrows furrowed. When she shifted back, she touched his belly.
Her eyes turned cold.
“Who is the mother?”
Orias blinked. He looked down at his stomach and realized that his sister could sense something was off.
Scratching his cheek, he opened his mouth to explain but Bella cut him off.
“I am the mother.”
Her eyes were intense, he gulped. Maybe she would stab Sela after all.
Holding his sister’s cheeks, he kissed her lips softly.
“Of course you are. I love you more than anything,” he whispered.
The hardness in her gaze softened and she kissed him back. Her hand still on his belly. Pulling back, she smiled.
“You need to make me pregnant too.”
He nodded. There was no way he was going to refuse such an offer.
“But maybe after we deal with the lake situation.”
Isabella sighed and stepped away. Her body language showed she was calmer now but Orias could feel something brewing beneath the surface. He took note.
The two sat on the wooden chairs and she told him everything that happened. The poison fog, the meeting, and the archer, he listened to all of it, his hand on his chin in thought.
Five mages. Twenty five normal soldiers. The poison fog was going to be a problem but they could work around it. The most important part was the king’s stance on his mother. The Imperial Guard was his father’s de facto army, only used when the human kingdom was still expanding. Now they were on standby, waiting for orders.
Feeling Isabella’s hand under his shirt, he looked at her and saw the yearning look in her eyes. Even with Sela’s baby inside him, she didn’t hesitate.
“Brother, you smell so good.” She leaned in to kiss his neck.
He chuckled, the tickling sensation made him shiver. Hormones probably. He was fucking with mother nature right now and she seemed to be enjoying it just as much as him.
Her kisses trailed down to his collarbone, her teeth nibbling on the skin.
“Hey, Bella, you still have to tell me more about what you saw.”
She ignored him and moved her hand down to his pants, untying the string that held them up. Her fingers brushed against his half-hard member and he groaned.
They were in the middle of the hall and the maid could walk in any minute. The thrill of it made him harder. Stroking him slowly, her lips found his, their tongues entwined.
He couldn’t resist, she was too beautiful—her ruby eyes full of lust.
Pulling back, he whispered, “Wait I need to focus on keeping the womb transformation up.”
Isabella whined but complied. She sat back on her chair and pouted, her eyes watching his dick twitch under his pants.
Orias rolled his eyes. His hormones were affecting her more than him apparently. Closing his eyes, he focused on the womb and its occupant, the glowing pink tattoo gave him a sense of connection.
Okay, five mages. Against Sela, Charles, himself, and maybe some volunteer demi-humans with magic. Five on five. The poison fog was a problem but—
“Ori, Isa—what are you two doing?” Their mother’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Following her gaze, he saw Isabella had pulled down her pants and was touching herself, her fingers rubbing her clit. Her other hand was on his stomach, caressing the skin.
His sister blinked and stopped her movements, her face flushed.
“Mom, I... uh... you see I was...” She tried to explain, her voice cracking.
Pulling up her pants, Bella stood up and put her hands on Orias’ shoulders, who was curious where this was going. She smiled at her mother and said, “I am a mother now, mom. And you are a grandma.”
Orias almost spat out his saliva. Why did she copy his way of breaking news?
Teresa stared at her daughter then back at her son before pinching the bridge of her nose and letting out a heavy sigh. Sitting down on the stone floor in front of their chair, she looked up at them with a tired expression.
“So you two finally succeeded. Congratulations. I assume Orias is carrying the baby?” She asked, her tone resigned.
The twins nodded and Isabella buried her face in Orias’ shoulder. He patted her head and looked at his mother.
“The biological mother is Sela. And the baby will be a fire salamander. I would like your advice on the matter,” he said, his hand still on Bella’s hair.
With wide eyes, his mother blinked a few times.
“You fucked Sela and she... impregnated you? With her essence?” Teresa asked, her voice a mix of shock and curiosity.
He nodded again, smiling.
The look on his mom’s face was priceless. “Ori that baby is going to burn you alive from the inside if you are unlucky. Salamanders are no laughing matter.”
Please don’t remind me.
He already had nightmares of his womb getting burned. But he had to trust his blessing.
“It’ll be okay mom. I just wanted to know if you know of any mom tips and tricks. From one... father slash mother to another.” He put a hand on his womb.
Teresa chuckled and stood up, brushing the dust off her dress.
“Good luck. You’re going to need it.” She kissed his forehead and went to Isabella to do the same. “Congratulations on becoming a mother, my dear daughter.”
Isabella blushed harder and mumbled a thank you.
Watching his mom leave the hall, Orias felt his sister’s hand on his cock again, her fingers tracing the outline.
“Brother, I can’t wait anymore. Let’s go to your room,” she whispered, her breath hot on his ear.
He gulped. If the baby wasn’t going to be the end of him, he was sure his sister’s libido would be.
Hand in hand, they hurried up the stairs to his room. The orange sun was setting in the distance, the castle getting darker. Entering his room, Bella lit the candles and closed the door.
With her back against the door, she eyed him like prey as she licked her pink lips, the yellow light from the candles making her red eyes glow. His sister was a beast in heat.
Taking off his shirt, he revealed his skin and the glowing pink tattoo before sitting on the bed, the wooden frame creaking under his weight. Isabella followed, taking off her own garments until she was naked in front of him. Her big breasts heaving as she breathed. She crawled onto the bed and straddled his lap, her warmth on his cock, wanting nothing more than to engulf him.
“Bella, you are being very dominant right now,” he commented, his hands on her nipples. Twisting and pulling.
She moaned, her hips rocking back and forth. Her hand went to his stomach, caressing the skin. Her baby was in there. Their baby. The thought made her drip more.
“Brother, can your womb handle another baby?”
Bella leaned in to kiss him, her tongue licking his bottom lip and sucking it. He hummed in response.
“I hope not. One is enough for now.”
Squeezing her ass, he guided himself to her opening and teased her entrance. She shivered and bit his shoulder, drawing small dots of blood. Smelling the metallic scent, something primal awakened in both of them.
He pushed in.
“Brother~” she moaned loudly, her walls clenching around him.
With his length inside her, he gripped her hips and moved her up and down roughly. The bed squeaked and the candles flickered. Their breaths were hot and heavy. Faster. Harder.
Impregnating her was all he could think about as his glans kissed her deepest parts.
“Deeper, please brother, fill me up~” she begged.
“Then let’s change position.” He lifted her off his dick and she whined.
Her eyes were glossy as she laid down on the bed, spreading her legs for him like an offering. He could see her swollen pearl, her pussy wet and red.
Getting on top of her, he kissed her lips before aligning himself again.
“Ready, sister?” he whispered.
Her hands found his waist and she pushed him down, her legs wrapping around him.
“Always, brother.”
With that, he thrust into her, her insides stretching to accommodate her perfect mate. Her nails dug into his back as she screamed his name.
He pounded into her like she belonged to him—because she did. His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and molding them.
The pleasure was too much, the knot in his stomach tightening as she fastened herself to him, her legs not letting go.
“Inside me, cum inside, cum in me~” she chanted, her voice broken and needy.
It was too good, her warmth and tightness, her scent and taste.
He loved her.
With a final thrust, he released inside her pussy, the white ropes of semen filling her fertile depths. Her legs trembled as she came with him, her back arching off the bed.
Their bodies were sweaty and sticky as they laid on the bed side by side, breathing heavily.
“Are you pregnant now?” Bella asked, her voice hoarse.
He shook his head. The feeling was different from earlier with Sela—it was more normal less magic.
Pulling her into his chest, he kissed her head.
“It’s okay sister. Let’s focus on the current child first. I am sure you’ll be pregnant in no time.”
Her hand went back to his stomach and traced the tattoo of his womb. A sense of satisfaction filled her.
“Yeah our child. Can I name it?” Her eyes were sparkling.
His heart warmed up. Of course she could.
“What are you going to name it?”
A grin appeared on her face.
“Vara! If it’s a girl and Varic if it’s a boy.”
Something in his belly stirred. A connection was made—she liked Vara.
He didn't tell Bella that.