The Goddess of Death and Her Empress

For those that missed it, there was a double post last Saturday. Chapter 25 and chapter 26.

"Mm." Lena said softly after Nuri and Nadya left the room. "Your gifts were perfect, Kyrie." she murmured.

"I'm glad you enjoyed them. Are you sure about sharing them with me?" She teased her.

"Where else would they be other than keeping us warm? I'm not sleeping anywhere else when I go to Haven." She said with a bit of a grin. She quickly changed gears.

"We'll need to get more grain and firewood settled this year. Sol, Hannah and Nikki need to stretch themselves to make sure things are organized the way they used to be."

"They will get things put in properly." Kyrie said. "Now, about the Elorshin. This tribe is one I took from a dying island in the eastern sea. Currently, they reside on the west coast, above the Great Desert, and every member that goes to Haven becomes part of my beloved shadows." She said.

"So they are Valina's original people? But why the western coast?"

"They have a pure bloodline. I didn't want the Digallans to find them. And yes, they are Valina's original tribe." Kyrie said, pulled Lena back onto her lap and hugged her tightly. "They went into a magically induced stasis, while the elders would come out of their stasis once every ten years for up to six months. Once they settle all business, and make sure their people are secure, they return to their stasis. This time, I let them know the temple is reopened." Kyrie smiled. "Their people are precious for they have been faithful the entire time."

"What about their men folk?" She asked.

"This is another trait of their people. A gift I've also given them." Kyrie looked uncomfortable as she wasn't sure Lena would agree. "One in fifty are born with a male member, but are still female in nature, and appearance. They are not male, and instead of their eggs, they have seed. They remain pure, with a detailed lineage to make sure there is no interbreeding, and no closer than twenty generations removed." She sighed a bit. "It wasn't easy to achieve either. Their people were insular, and a plague ravaged their population, killing all their males, and thousands of their females. In order to preserve them, I chose a number to give that gift to. It became written into the tribe from that point onward. Not a single male has ever been born to them due to the lack of seed from a male."

"That means meticulous records." Lena said quietly. "There must be at least a thousand of their people." She blushed brightly, as now she had confirmation over a feeling she had. Kyrie and herself could have children in the future.

"Two thousand. They've been asleep for over five hundred years, but all their people are skilled. They are either farmers, miners, foresters, fishers, or craftswomen. They provide all their own goods, and necessities." she smiled. "I'm quite proud of how they've remained completely separate from the rest of Imera's population."

"So they will send some of their youngest, and their oldest?" Lena asked.

"That's what I wanted to talk about. They could come back to their home coast, and do all that is needed to provide for the temple. Farms. Mines. Wood. One from each family becomes an initiate, or when they are old enough to make their decision, they can join voluntarily." Kyrie said.

"Well, there are strict rules for Offerings, aren't there?"

"Just go through the rituals, learn about me, become dedicated, and eventually choose to be an Offering." Kyrie said. Lena rolled her eyes. She tapped Kyrie's forehead.

"So smart and didn't see that she could have them produce children, at a minimum of one before they can go to Haven?" Lena said. Kyrie looked at her, and began to smile.

"Wonderful! Each and every single Elorshin can become dedicated from five years of age!" She said excitedly.

"Yes. Every single one will have a necessity of having one child at a minimum. Their lineage will still need to be recorded, and properly watched by their elders, but when they reach the proper age, they can be Offered, and go to Haven." She said firmly. "But they must remain pure, even when those Asmarian butts and boobs are presented to them." Lena grinned as she knew how attractive Sol was, and could only imagine how lovely the rest of them were.

"My Shadows are important to me. Their people must remain pure, and take their proper place. Protectors of Haven, and her people." Lena smiled, and quietly wondered about the Asmarians.

Could they do the same with the Vhaac? Have their tribe migrate north, and settle in the forests, to take over the management of the wild lands. They would remain pure Asmarian by making sure no one outside the Vhaac was allowed to enter and take one as a wife.

This would make sure her peoples would not disappear from Imera's surface. If she could guarantee more devotees that looked like Sol would come to Haven, she could ensure that Haven had many different body types.

Kyrie chuckled as she read the emotions of her little Lena, and groaned as she hugged her tightly. One more year. Well, one and a half. Lena would soon turn seventeen, and her power would mature along with her mind.

She could already see many things that were in their future. Savage lusts. Erotic encounters throughout Haven. Ravenous hungers. Protectiveness, and a desire to completely eradicate any who spoke out against Lena, and the power she would wield.

Lena already had Kyrie wrapped around her little finger, so it wouldn't be a long time before Haven itself was addicted to her smile. Just like the rest of her people.

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"She released her hold?" Rachel asked as Nuri and Nadya appeared in the throne room. Nuri blushed, but Rachel watched as her breasts flattened, and she chirped.

"Not quite." She said softly. "The Empress has changed the way it's handled. She saw how much we liked Sol's breasts, so she made it connected." She murmured a bit. "That was the impression I got while she spoke within my mind."

"She wants us to go to old Asmaria with you, and let the Vhaac know about the Great Temple being opened again." Nadya chirped as her breasts also flattened. "She's paying attention to us." She blushed brightly. "Any time I have a thought about her sending us away AH!" She cried out. "I get a little attention."

"She wants you to accompany me so that we 'stretch' your less expressive sides, and so you speak out when you should." Rachel smiled.

"Life must be experienced, and the way to do that is to walk Imera's surface. Since you'll be with me, we'll run through the desert at high speed, and head to the swamps." Rachel said. "Once we find the old tribes, as well as the Death Squads who walk the sands, we'll let them know about the goddess, the temple, and the Empress." She heard another chirp from each of them, and saw Nuri's breasts flatten again.

"She must like being near you, and wants to remind you she can reach out at any time." Rachel said with a grin on her lips. Nuri blushed even more.

"So naughty. Our Empress is so naughty."