The Grand Catastrophe

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“I was scared shitless!” Baziwood exclaimed.

Jircniv merely sat in his seat, his head in his hands. The more he thought of her, the more he felt that he blundered that whole thing. Fluder had taken a spot next to him, smiling a rather smug smile. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and was humming a song that the bloody emperor didn’t recognize.

First thing’s first, he didn’t realize how dread dead gorgeous she was. A woman had never captured his mind and heart in such a way before. The next thing was that she wanted a whole city. That was mostly fine, as long as Re-Estize didn’t have it.

That was the best way to deal with this, well, it was the best way right now. He may later have to change that. Right now, he was certain that that woman was a deity. The power she held, the beauty that she had, it was simply too much. He took in a deep breath and breathed out as he sat up straight.

“Okay,” He started, and all the chatter in the space stopped, “I am thinking about what to do next. What do we know? We know that she’s more powerful than Fluder, we can’t fight her in a direct confrontation. We know she wants a new land to govern, and we promised her to aid her in taking E-Rantel. If we are her ally, then we won’t worry about fighting her. Then again, part of purpose is spreading her nation, so we will have to fight her,” he said, counting off what was to happen and what has happened on one hand.

“How are we supposed to fight a goddess?” asked Baziwood, “we can’t have her fight her servants. The report from the Kingdom said that she simply waved her hand, and that Yaldabaoth fellow vanished,” he said.

Jircniv stopped. He had forgotten about that. He closed his eyes, and sighed out a small breath once more. The others in the carriage looked over at him with concern. He didn’t really know what to do right now, but he was sure that he’d think of something later when he had some rest.

“I think I’m going to take a nap on the way back, like I did on the way over to the tomb. Wake me when we get back home,” he said, and leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes, thinking of what to do.

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Momonga sighed as she lay in bed. The day had gone pretty well. She had gotten to look big and scary in front of the emperor. She had managed to set up the plan as had been discussed. She smiled, her lips curving up as much as they could. The day had gone well.

It was then that she heard the door to her room opening. She looked up, and saw Albedo standing there, her smile a tad forced. A small smidgen of concern edged its way into her mind. She spoke then, and sat up in her bed.

“What’s wrong Albedo? What has you concerned?” she asked, and the woman let her smile fade away from her face.

Now all that was there, was a frown that just made her look even more appealing. After all, that was part of her charm. She sighed out as the smile came back, this time real. Momonga crossed legs as she listened to her words.

“That man, he was looking at you. Only I get to look at you that way,” she hummed out, and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Well,” Momonga started, unsure of who she was talking about, Fluder perhaps, “He for sure wouldn’t look at me like the way you look at me when we try the thing tonight.”

Momonga had meant to try a plan that Albedo had come up with as of recent. It was a simple plan, the use of a wish from her ring to grow her penis back. She really hoped that it was her old penis, she missed that guy anyway.

The idea was a strange one. She hadn’t actually been on board with it at first. She had grown to like her body as it was now. If she grew back her second head, then her new partner in crime might be lost forever. Though, the way that Albedo smiled when she started talking about what she wanted done to her in bed had pushed that worry away.

Albedo’s smile turned predatory, then shifted into a strange mix of predatory and that of prey. Momonga simply stood up, and walked towards her rooms mirror. Albedo followed her off the bed, standing behind the other woman. Momonga disrobed in her entirety, and raised her hand to her face.

The ring that she wore on this hand, and the ring that she would be using for this was called, “Shooting star.” It was a simple item, and had been rather had to get. When she activated it, she would be able to use the, “Wish,” spell three times a day.

Momonga shifted her stance, a little put off by the feeling as she activated the ring and used the spell. A small tugging sensation in her nether regions grew. She then looked to the corner of her sight, looking for something.

There, a counter set to ten hours appeared. She had wanted this as part of the spell, so it was. She let out a breath as she looked over her body. She looked down first, and saw it. There, where her clit used to be, was a shaft.

It perked up and bobbed as she looked at it, and she smiled at it. It had been forever since she had last seen it, and she had missed the feeling of it in between her legs. The more she looked at it, the more happy she was with it.

It was her old one! A full seven inches that she was proud to have. She hopped up and down for a second as she giggled. She then looked at herself in the mirror. Albedo was behind her, smiling a rather strange smile. Momonga turned to look at her, yet as she moved, Albedo was down on her knees.

“My lady, let me take you. I want you. I want this, the smell is intoxicating,” She muttered out as her eyes literally turned to hearts.

Momonga rose a brow as the woman sniffed her member. The look on the woman’s face, one of obvious and all encompassing lust, rose her own lust and her shaft stiffened in response. Albedo took this as an invitation, and swallowed the whole thing. Momonga gasped, this was going to be a fun night, wasn’t it?

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