Just like Eleonora and the others, Christia—having had her pussy flooded deep inside with labor inducers—trembled violently for a moment. She took a few deep, ragged breaths before immediately birthing the child right before my eyes.
Mewaaah!
Compared to Eleonol and Orga, this cry felt almost docile.
Could the child be sick?
Just as I was frantically wrapping the baby in swaddling clothes, thinking I needed to have Violet examine it immediately, Christia gave a weak chuckle at my frantic reaction. Her face was gaunt, but her smile was genuine.
"The child of the Commander and that savage is special. It’s not because she is sick or in pain, so do not worry and hand her to me. I, too... wish to hold her in my arms at once...♥"
"Ah."
If it had been just one, I might have brushed it off. But having two babies in a row—Orga’s included—screaming their lungs out as if to tear the world apart had left such a jarring impact on my memory that the silence felt unnatural.
Unlike the previous two, this baby seemed exhausted and fell into a peaceful slumber without even latching onto her mother's teat. When I handed the child over, Christia’s previously lewd and depraved expression vanished, replaced by a soft, loving smile as she planted a gentle kiss on the forehead of the baby nestled in her arms.
"Unlike the Commanders, I haven't decided on a name yet... Would you be willing to name this child with me later? If you help me, as a reward... I intend to give you the right to fertilize my eggs to your heart's content during my next ovulation...♥"
"Then I'll have to name the next one too."
"Then, as a token of gratitude, I shall let you fertilize my eggs again. And the next one, and the one after that. Every time you give one a name, you will fill my womb."
"Heh."
Christia was essentially declaring she would bear my children forever.
She looked so adorable saying it that, if I followed my heart, I would have loved to use the excuse of making a second child right then and there to creampie her again.
"Master? N-now... now it's my turn! Please do me too!"
"Tsk, wait. Why are you fretting already?"
Unfortunately, my tight schedule didn't allow me to devote all my time to Christia today. Swallowing my regret, I covered Christia with a blanket and turned to grab the heaving breasts of the flailing Violet.
"Hiii-eck?!"
"I told you to stay still, why don't you listen? Do you want to be punished?"
"Yesss! I mean, no! It's not that, but I'm a Saintess too! Why do you only give love to Christia?! You can't be a good father acting like that!"
"All of a sudden? And more importantly, is a Saintess allowed to spew such curses?"
"Aaaah?! I almost had it off!"
With a few flicks of my finger, I rendered all her desperate struggles to remove her blindfold completely futile. Judging by her voice alone, I knew she was on the verge of tears. In response to Violet's cute tantrum, I tickled her nipples, which were already overflowing with breast milk.
"Hiii-eeeeck! N-no, not the nipples right now...?!"
"Why not? They're mine. I'm just playing with my property."
"Then at least take off the blindfold! I can't see, so my s-senses are hypersensitive right now! Just your fingers are too much... Aaahn...♥"
Tremble-tremble—♥
I scratched her nipples gently with my fingernails, then traced the areolae. Her body tilted and swayed like a balloon in the wind, following the movement of my fingers as milk sprayed into the air.
"Hiiick, hiii-eeeeck... You keep bullying just my tits... just my tits...♥"
"Your tits aren't big, so I have to at least make the nipples big."
"What kind of nonsense is that?!"
Pyak! Violet let out a strange squeak and flailed her legs again, looking as if she wanted to kick me right then and there.
Unlike the playful teasing of Eleonora or Big Sis Urga, Violet's struggle carried a cute but genuine intent to actually land a kick.
For a moment, I considered pretending to get hit by her pleasant little rebellion. But if I did, she would surely puff up her chest and gloat, 'Master sucks at fighting!' Imagining her smug face, my hand naturally shot out and snatched her ankle in mid-air.
"Aaah?!"
"Is this the naughty foot trying to kick its Master?"
"L-let go! Why are you grabbing my foot?!"
"To do this."
"Hya, hyaaaaaaah...♥"
Slurp, lick, slurp.
I greedily licked her snow-white foot that was now captive in my hand.
From the heel, up the sole, and all the way to the toes. Schlick, schlick. As my tongue, long and wet like a dog's, ravaged the Saintess's foot, Violet's thrashing intensified.
"It tickles! Let go! D-do this on the bed! Things like this should be on the bed!"
"If I was going to do that, I wouldn't have come here in the first place."
"Hiiick, y-you're licking between the toes...?!"
Violet had the smallest frame in our house—even by the standards of this world, she was petite. Her feet were equally tiny and doll-like. To an unaware observer, the sight of me holding her small foot and licking it violently would look like a pervert degrading a child—a truly depraved scene.
"Are you going to kick again or not? Speak up. If you are, I'll do only this all day long."
"A-all day long...♥"
Even though she squealed, she seemed to enjoy being doted on like this. But as soon as my threat registered, Violet looked ready to kick again.
"Of course, if you promise not to, you might get what you actually want right away..."
"What?! But I want to be subjected to both!"
Hearing my follow-up, Violet stopped her leg mid-air. As if to show she was crying behind the blindfold, she stomped her feet in the empty air.
"I want my feet degraded, and I want Master's cock, and I want to be stuffed by Master's cock and give birth tooooo...!"
"Wait, aren't Saints supposed to be frugal? Why are you so greedy?"
"Master made me this way!!"
I teased her, pretending to be appalled by the greed that was unbecoming of a religious figure. Violet screamed Pyak! again and thrust her bound wrists toward me.
"You're not going to untie this, are you?"
"Of course not."
"Ugh... Uuuugh..."
Violet tilted her head cutely, falling into deep contemplation.
She wanted to do this, she wanted to do that... Choosing just one seemed to be pure torture for her, and she let out a low groan.
"Time's up. I'm doing whatever I want now."
"Ehh, there was a time limit?! You didn't say that!!"
Flustered by the sudden declaration, Violet panicked. I grabbed her purple twin-tails and forcibly pulled her body upright.
"What are you doing?!"
"Something you'll die for."
Feeling my presence looming behind her back, Violet gulped loudly. Despite her anxious tone, she began to rub her ass cheeks explicitly against my crotch.
"Ehehe, you want to fuck my pussy, right? You want to shove your cock into a Saintess's pussy that clamps down tight... You can't hold back anymore, so you made up the time limit, didn't you? I know everything!"
"What do you know? And stop shaking your ass."
"Hmph, what are you going to do about it? If I say don't do it, what else can Master do besides fucking my pussy! What can you possibly do!"
Seeing her try to claim my cock with a lewd smile while clutching her swollen, full-term belly... If the believers who once praised her as the Goddess's proxy saw this, would they collapse from the shock of such absurd blasphemy?
"It's weird for me to say it myself, but you'll cum as soon as you put it in. Unlike the Commander, my pussy is narrow, but it's also incredibly tight, and the elasticity of every inch of vaginal flesh is... H-huh? That's not the place? Master?"
"..."
Rub, rub. Violet, who had been grinding her butt crack against my cock, sensed something was wrong. She started whimpering and struggling to escape my embrace.
"I said that's not the place?! That's my asshole! My pussy is further front...?!"
"It's been a while. Let's use this hole for a change."
"No! I want to do it with my pussy!"
"Look at this one. Do I look like someone who lends his cock just because you ask for it?"
"...Weren't you? I thought absolutely—Hiiii-eeeeck?!"
In the end, Violet, having earned herself a punishment today as well, shrieked as her hands were hoisted high above her head and her feet left the ground. She flailed helplessly in the air.
"You feel it better this way anyway. Until now, you kept saying you needed to get pregnant or supply nutrients to the baby, so we only used your pussy... but you actually like this side better."
"L-let go! My legs, my legs are lifted...?!"
Like a doll being winched up in a crane game, her body was slowly dragged upwards by my grip. Violet panicked as her feet drifted further from the floor.
With her eyes blindfolded, the fear she felt might have been comparable to standing on an 11-meter rappel tower—the height where humans supposedly feel the most terror.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it? I missed the taste of your asshole."
"No... If we do it in this position, I'll cum immediately...♥"
Of course, the way she gulped in anticipation as the head of my cock dug into the crevice of her buttocks suggested her fear was entirely separate from her lust.