I approached the Occamy and reached out my hand, stroking its head. The creature responded by rubbing against my palm with an almost domestic docility. Although my duty there was mating, it seemed I was the only one putting in any effort; the Occamy showed not the slightest hint of arousal, courtship, or submission. Perhaps I wasn't an appealing enough male of its species, or perhaps its nature was simply that childish. Despite features indicating it was of breeding age, it seemed more inclined to play than to fulfill its lineage. I wasn't sure if it was from being raised by the Amazons or due to that degenerate dragon heritage that clouds its primal instincts.
Regardless, I was precisely the person who least needed to worry about a partner's lack of sexual desire, no matter the species. While continuing to pet it, I activated [Lust] and let the aura expand through the cave.
The Occamy stopped in its tracks. Its pupils dilated, and it began to stare at me with a fascinating fixity. Of course, the effect wasn't limited to it; a few meters away, Hannah, caught between disgust and sudden heat, began to succumb irremediably to the influence of my skill.
I increased the intensity to accelerate the process, and instantly, the air grew heavy with the musky scent of an Occamy in heat. Hannah, struggling not to touch herself, watched in awe as the creature leaped from its nest and coiled around my body like a boa constrictor.
Natural instinct had taken command. I found myself wrapped in the sinuous body of the Occamy, which sought my manhood with instinctive precision. It was very similar to the mating of snakes: a dance of knots and friction. My human form made this style of copulation difficult; it would have been much simpler and more pleasant to shift my morphology into something more reptilian, but I decided against it—mainly to avoid traumatizing Hannah further. Besides, I took it as an educational experience: understanding this type of human-serpent mating would serve me when I had to give "the talk" to Ruby. I suppose it's a necessity for anyone with a Lamia daughter.
I shook off those thoughts and focused on the situation. The Occamy reacted with a high-pitched screech when it finally found the contact it sought, tightening itself more firmly around my body.
Not far away, Hannah watched the scene with a complicated mix of emotions. My naked body was partially trapped within the Occamy's coils, and the joint movement of both created a sort of strange dance. It wasn't something she had ever imagined seeing. In her gaze, discomfort and disbelief mingled with a certain undeniable fascination. Two completely different bodies moving to the same rhythm. A very elegant way to describe what was, at its core, simply the fulfillment of a responsibility.
I had no intention of prolonging it. Although I didn't mind the diversity of my partners, I usually preferred some kind of real bond or interest, and there was none here. After a few final thrusts, I controlled my climax to finish quickly. Holding the Occamy's body against mine, I came inside it. It clung tight, constricting me while flapping its wings and letting out a muffled cry of completion.
We stayed like that for a few seconds. As moments passed and I deactivated [Lust], the libidinous euphoria vanished. The Occamy's body relaxed, losing its hold on me and slowly separating. From its open intimacy, my seed trickled out, marking the success of the prophecy. My penis, still erect, felt cold upon losing its temporary sheath, but I had a much more familiar replacement nearby.
Hannah, who was still there, clearly not knowing how to react to what she had witnessed, let out a small shriek when I extended my hand and a magical pulling force dragged her toward me.
"Round two," I said with a mocking smile, shredding her clothes with a gesture and pulling her against my body. "I want to remember the taste of a human."
"Wait! Clean yourself first!" Hannah cried, trying to stop the inevitable while staring at my penis, unable to ignore what had happened just moments before.
"Mmm... No," I replied with total nonchalance.
Without ceremony, I penetrated her forcefully, burying myself in her pussy in a single stroke.
"Nooooo...!" she let out, a groan that wavered between tears of disgust and pleasure.
She had to submit to my frantic rhythm while the Occamy, newly fertilized, watched the scene with its head tilted. It seemed confused... but not particularly disturbed. In fact, after a few moments, it approached again and rubbed its head against us affectionately, as if trying to share the love.
...
Sometime later, Hannah and I were resting on the cave floor, right next to the nest. Our heads rested on the Occamy's body as if it were a living, feathered pillow. The creature didn't seem to have any problem with it. In fact, it remained calm, observing us with curiosity.
Hannah listlessly wiped her hand over her pussy, trying to clean herself with the scraps of her destroyed clothes. Although she had already used cleaning magic on herself, she seemed unable to shake the psychological feeling of impurity.
"Why did you have to do that?" she grumbled, rubbing herself with a mix of annoyance and resignation.
"Don't be dramatic, nothing bad is going to happen to you," I said playfully, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Trust me, we have a goddess with the power to heal any disease; it's not like anything is going to rot just because of a little variety."
"Still, it feels dirty," she insisted, wrinkling her nose.
"If she understood you, she'd be very offended," I laughed while stroking the Occamy's beak.
The creature watched us as if participating in the conversation, tilting its head with that silly, malice-free expression that characterized it. Hannah went silent. After meeting Elise, the jaguar people, and so many other strange things, she could no longer dismiss "animals" as lightly as before. The mere thought of hurting the feelings of the creature serving as our pillow made her feel guilty.
"Still... you have to stop doing things like that. I'm still not used to it," she murmured, settling her head on my bare chest. After a brief silence, she asked in a tiny voice, "Is it done? Is it... pregnant?"
"It's not that fast. This will take time, so we won't see the Guardian of the Jungle for a good while," I replied while continuing to pet the Occamy.
Months could pass... maybe years. Gestation between different species was usually unpredictable. Though, in my case, that wasn't really a problem. Since my [Edit Babies] skill had leveled up, a new option had unlocked: "Default Editing." Essentially, it allowed for the preparation of a genetic template for future descendants with specific individuals.
I closed my eyes and began a subtle edit, ensuring the fruit of this union would have no biological complications. I wasn't as detailed as with my other children, but I made strategic adjustments: on my part, I maxed out the "Blood Spirit" and "Mage" lineages; on the mother's side, I boosted that nearly extinct trace of original Dragon Lineage dormant in her Occamy blood.
I didn't know exactly what the morphological result would be, but at least I was certain my future son—or daughter—would be incredibly powerful. The rest... the rest I would leave to chance and nature itself.
I looked at Hannah again. She was watching me with a lost gaze, that same devoted intensity she had given me during our adventure in the past. Despite everything, deep down she was still that young woman profoundly in love.
"Shall we go?" I asked, gently stroking her skin. "We should head back to the Amazons; I bet they're still naked and prostrate outside the cave, waiting for a sign."
"Mmm..." Hannah nodded, sitting up. She looked at the Occamy, which watched us curiously. "Is it okay to leave her? Shouldn't we take her with us?"
"She'll be fine; I'll leave a clone with her," I replied, pointing to my double, who was already approaching to soothe the creature. The Occamy, an extremely sensitive being, allowed itself to be petted immediately. "I thought about taking her to the Fief, but it would be quite rude to the Amazons to take their sacred beast."
We got up from the floor, and with a simple "Reparo", I fixed Hannah's torn uniform. Then I cast a cleaning spell before handing it to her.
"You could have given me another one! Besides, this one is too small for me," she complained, aware that she had just outgrown that uniform and also knowing I likely had more clothes stored away.
"It's commemorative, a good souvenir," I said with a wink and a playful squeeze. "Besides, you look incredibly sexy in it that tight."
Hannah rolled her eyes, though she didn't reject the gesture. Deep down, we both knew those clothes were more than just a garment: they were a memory of before and after the great adventure we had lived in the past. In the end, she finished by putting on some Amazon-style clothes I gave her.
Once dressed, we left the Occamy with my clone, who would be responsible for reinforcing the cave to make it much safer against any possible danger... and also for improving the place for the future mother. Before leaving, we took one last look at the creature, which was playing with the clone like a little girl.
Just as I predicted, the Amazons were waiting for us outside: naked, prostrate, and in deathly silence. I didn't make them wait. As soon as I informed them the "matter" had been finalized, their eyes filled with an almost painful joy.
It was a staggering moment. Those tenacious warriors, hardened by centuries of isolation and combat, burst into tears of happiness. For them, this was something profoundly important. So important, in fact, that some began suggesting that all the Amazons of the village come to guard the cave until the birth of their future "savior."
I had to stop them.
While I admired their devotion, such a task was completely unnecessary. I explained that I would leave protection on the site myself. It would be enough for a few sentries to remain there in shifts. There was no need to mobilize the entire Amazonian civilization. My words seemed to bring them back to their senses. After all, they had seen what I was capable of on the battlefield. If anyone could protect that future child... it was me.
After ordering a few warriors to remain there until reliefs arrived, we set off toward the Amazon village. A celebration awaited us there... and not just any celebration. Probably the grandest the Amazons had seen in centuries... or perhaps in their entire history.
That day, they hadn't just defeated their great enemy. They had won a war. The final fulfillment of their people's ancient prophecy had also begun... Their salvation.
The excitement was such that Hannah and I didn't even have to walk back. The Amazons hoisted us onto their shoulders, carrying us like heroes. The way back to the village was long, but that didn't seem to slow them down in the slightest. Those warriors seemed to have gained infinite energy thanks to the celebration.
Despite the losses—though many had been temporarily revived—it might have been the happiest day in Amazon history. Even someone as quiet as Niara seemed unable to stop talking. Although we moved at high speed thanks to magic and the fact that we no longer needed to take detours, night had completely fallen.
But the village lights shone in the distance. They made it clear that the party... had already begun.