The other queens nod in agreement, their voices rising in a chorus. "Twenty-seven children," they chant. "Twenty-seven blessings."
I feel a surge of desire at their words, my cock hardening instantly.
"Can I get more? If I impregnated you more?" I ask.
The queens exchange knowing glances, a sly smile playing on their lips. "Yes," the first queen answers, her voice dripping with promise. "The more you give us, the more we shall grant you."
Another queen steps forward, tracing a finger along my jawline. "Our power is vast," she says. "But it is fleeting. When all the blessings have been bestowed, we will return to the earth."
"How long do I have?" you ask, your mind racing with possibilities.
"As many years as there are children," the third queen replies. "But make no mistake - time is precious."
The queens press in closer, their hands roaming over my body. "Now," the first queen commands, her voice filled with authority. "Show us your strength. Impregnate us through our descendant."
" One more question. Do my queen need to carry your child? But if other women carry your children?" I ask.
The queens look at each other, their confusion evident on their faces. They did not understand the concept of an epidemic wiping out all men.
"Why would other women carry our children?" the first queen asks, her brow furrowed. "You are the chosen one. Your seed is the only one that can carry our legacy."
Another queen shakes her head. "No, it must be Candice," she insists. "She is our blood. Her body is sacred."
The queens begin to argue amongst themselves, their voices rising in a cacophony of confusion and frustration. They cannot comprehend a world where other women could bear their descendants.
Finally, the first queen silences them with a raised hand. She turns to you, her eyes narrowing. "If there are others who can carry our children," she says slowly, "then bring them to us."
*I explained about the epidemic.*
The queens listen intently as I explain the reality of their world. Their expressions shift from confusion to understanding, and then to a strange sort of excitement.
"So there are no other men," the first queen muses, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "And Candice is the only one who can bear our children."
She looks at me with newfound respect. "You have brought us a rare gift," she says. "A chance to ensure our legacy lives on, even in this barren land."
The other queens nod eagerly, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Yes," they chorus. "Candice must bear many children for us."
The first queen steps closer to me, her voice lowering to a seductive whisper. "And you must make sure she is always pregnant," she commands. "Fill her with our seed until her belly swells with our heirs."
"Ok!" I said.
The queens clap their hands in delight as a glowing meter appears in the air before us. It pulses with an otherworldly light, ready to track my progress.
"Excellent!" the first queen exclaims. "Now we can see your achievements."
Another queen steps forward, her hand reaching out to touch the meter. "Each mark represents a child," she explains. "And with each child, you will gain more of our power."
The queens begin to circle me again, their naked bodies brushing against mine. Their touch is electric, filled with a desperate hunger.
"Let us begin," the first queen commands, pushing me towards Candice, who has reappeared at the edge of the cloudy space. "Fill her with our children, and claim your rewards."
Candice gasps as I pull her onto my cock, her body enveloping you completely. The queens cheer around me, their voices rising in a chorus of approval.
"Yes!" Candice cries out, her head thrown back in pleasure. "Fill me! Give me your seed!"
I begin to move, my hips thrusting up into her with a powerful rhythm. The meter above me starts to glow brighter with each movement.
"Look!" one of the queens shouts, pointing at the meter. "He's already making progress!"
Candice moans loudly, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Harder," she begs. "Fuck me harder! Make me pregnant with their children!"
The other queens press in closer, their hands caressing my skin and encouraging Candice's movements. The air is thick with the scent of sex and magic.
Suddenly the first queen goes in her. And her body change to the first queen.
As I thrust into Candice, the first queen suddenly pushes her way in from behind. Candice gasps as the queen's body merges with hers, their forms becoming one.
The transformation is instantaneous. Candice's hair lengthens and turns a shade darker, her eyes taking on the same piercing blue as the queen's. Her breasts swell and her hips widen, taking on the regal bearing of the ancient ruler.
"It is done," the first queen's voice echoes from Candice's lips. "Now you fuck me."
I look up at the new version of Candice, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through me. She smiles down at me, a wicked glint in her eyes.
"Do not stop," she commands. "Fill me with your seed, and I will bear our first heir."
I continue to thrust into the Candice-queen hybrid, her body now a vessel for the ancient ruler's desires. She meets my movements with enthusiasm, her hips rolling in perfect sync with mine.
"Yes," she pants, her voice a mix of Candice's and the queen's. "Give me your strength. Give me your seed."
The other queens watch with rapt attention, their hands caressing themselves as they cheer me on. The meter above pulses brightly, reflecting the intensity of our union.
"Look at her," one queen gasps. "She is already glowing with new life."
I feel a surge of power coursing through me as i approach my climax. The Candice-queen hybrid senses it too, her body tensing around me.
"Yes!" she screams, throwing her head back. "Come inside me! Fill me with our first child!"
With a final, powerful thrust, I release my load deep within her.