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The Second Gift

Cere'Qul escaped his duties as a monarch frequently to indulge in his favorite pastimes. His ability to quell his power was also a liability, it left him very much on the edge of being just mortal. And as a result, he could suffer very mortal wounds easily that would normally take a very extended battle to inflict.

Like the knife wound to his gut that pained him as he stumbled through a desert yet again without supplies. This time, he did not try to hide his power, but it did little to soothe his wound. The blade had been magical, enchanted.

His would be killer was slain by his own hand after he pried secrets out of his skull. The man was a member of a sect of assassins descended from a group that pursued him for centuries. They wished for his death alone, unlike the other gods of the world who had done far worse than he. It was not for any crime other than granting forbidden knowledge to the mortals as their doctrine taught them.

The ironic thing was, these men and women were of his own bloodline. Certainly Cere'Qul knew his children and their children could rise above the rest, and seek out glory. But he never thought that glory would be in service to a cause pushed upon them by a god he had forgotten wanted him dead.

He had many enemies, and had forgotten many others as their lives ended. But gods, half-gods, and expert mages were trickier to kill. Waiting for natural death to take them was like waiting for a sun to go out.

It took a long time. Longer than he cared to wait, but he kept to his policy of taking no action unless it bettered the lives of mortals.

"A gut wound is bettering my life right now." Cere'Qul mused as he tried to touch his inner power to the wound only for its poisoned magic infesting it causing it to hit him like a punch to the gut. He did not fall to his knees in pain...that time. Instead he grit his teeth and stumbled on deeper into the wilderness.

The grassland surrounding him was unfamiliar, he had teleported using a stone that took time to recharge. He had set the destination to random, his thoughts never once grasping on any location he wished to keep from being known to his pursuers.

Though he doubted they did not know where he lived now. He was once again a ruler, his reign this time was firmly established as being something just under eternal. Certainly he would step aside, much like he did before plenty of times to let the royal bloodlines of the continent take over territory and form new kingdoms.

This allowed for cultural growth and the like. It was an old game to the demonic god, even being stabbed was nothing new to him. Though he was upset it had ruined his clothing so he had abandoned the tunic, opting to go bare-chested underneath a cloak.

The whole thing seemed familiar to him, it was when he spotted a village appearing out of sudden mists that he knew why.

Bird people, ducks, falcons, eagles, hawks, doves; a multitude awaited his eyes as he strolled down the mainstreet of a strangely energized town. It was a familiar energy though, and when he spotted a statue near what appeared to be an old well maintained temple he knew why.

"Greetings, daddy."

Cere'Qul looked down to his left at the small slender figure of femininity with a duck's bill wearing nothing but beaded necklaces and a thin transparent blue sash about her waist. "Greetings child, where may I find your mother?"

"She moved on a long time ago, me and my sisters were left to be raised by mortals. So she founded this town, made it like her own from her birthplace; she said you would be by sometime."

"How old are you?" Cere'Qul asked.

"Old enough." the child goddess smirked, a glimmer of golden power glinted in her right eye.

"I desire all of your power," the girl openly groped Cere'Qul's muscular thigh. Her feathered hand edged closer to his loincloth and he did nothing to stop her. His wound was all but forgotten until a voice called out.

"Take it inside!" An old croon walking with a stick said as she paused from her shopping to watch with others the show that would have started right there. "Could you molest him inside blessed child?"

The girl's feathers ruffled in a spreading wave from her shoulders to her slender legs. She looked ready to literally spit fire but relaxed a bit as the elder bird met her gaze steadily. "Fine, granny!" the child goddess pulled Cere'Qul along towards not the temple, but towards an Inn.

"We need to tend to your wounds first." she said sensing Cere'Qul's confusion.

The girl kicked open the door, demonstrating a tomboy attitude that had Cere'Qul grinning as he was pointed towards a table near a far wall. The inn's singer ceased her warbling as the few guests for the late afternoon meal stopped chatting over plates and bowls of food to gaze at Cere'Qul.

One guest wearing head wrappings that covered half his face peered at the god with his one visible eye. Cere'Qul recognized him immediately and reached for a dagger that was no longer at his side.

"Good instincts, old man." the man grumbled as he started to pointedly ignore the god. "But I care not for you, not after what you did."

"You killed your...no," Cere'Qul shook his head. "You were punished already, and yet fortune smiles upon you."

"The girls like me, that is enough, old man."

Cere'Qul approached the table, pointedly passing by closely to the man. "If you just said sorry,"

"Maybe in another thousand years, old-man." the man grumbled as he focused on his dinner and table guests once more who knew better than to ask him about the orange eyed god. "Be thankful, they got a lot of practice with me."

Cere'Qul hid a slight grin as he sat down where he was pointed. The little nude duck had vanished only to appear from doorway with a healer wearing white robes and wearing their symbols on their clothing. His wound was poked, prodded and washed before a rite was prepared.

The canine studied the strange smelling oil that was painted onto his skin in a circle around the injury. The duckling had hopped up onto a table and was swinging her legs back and forth while watching.

"It's going to burn." she giggled. "Are you a brave warrior like mother said?"

"How do you think I got this injury?" Cere'Qul pointed out as the healer performed a series of gestures before touching the circle with a finger that caused it to burn with arcane light. Cere'Qul felt the force of a dozen punches strike his gut as the cursed wound was blessed. He grit his teeth until the pain faded and looked at the bruised, but clean, wound site.

It faintly glowed for a moment longer and the god ceased frowning as the light faded completely. "Prognosis, healer?"

"Good, the rite worked so apply this twice more over the next two days." the healer traced the path of the initial application of oil around the wound with a finger. "The rite will automatically trigger, be warned, it will hurt worse each time." the healer said as they left the sacred oil's bottle on the table and left after a simple respectful bow.

The duckling covered the wound with bandages eagerly, stroking her father's flesh as she wrapped his middle before sliding into his lap and nuzzling against his chest. "I could do you right now,"

"Not here!" the old crone from before said with a tap of her stick. "I am trying to eat!"

"Well I want sausage you old-" the child goddess stopped in mid sentence as the woman, and elder duck, stared at her hard. "respectable member of the village!" Turning to Cere'Qul the slender girl whispered. "She's a priestess and she raised me and my sisters for the most part."

"Where are my other daughters?"

The girl pondered that for a moment and squirmed in her daddy's lap, her feathered bottom ground against his manhood as she spoke. "Janice likes cooking so she is helping with meals maybe. Febresia likes fighting so she is likely training with the town guard. Marcia sings, so she could be practicing in a field. Ari likes to fight too, so she would be with Febresia.

"Malice is with the town sorcerer's scouting party, and Julie is grinding sausage right now, she likes sausage." Julie grinned as Cere'Qul shared in her little joke as he barely kept his manhood in check. He did so out of respect for the priestess whom was enjoying a bowl of soup. "Agatha reads a lot, so she is in the library. Septesia paints and Octavia just does whatever...whomever, at any time," Julie cocked her head to the side. "but she loves making deserts."

"I like cream pies myself." Cere'Qul noticed Julie's frown as she sensed a joke she was not quite aware of fly over her head. "Cheer up, let's venture elsewhere for some..." Cere'Qul stopped talking as his stomach grumbled. "food and private entertainment."

"You let your stomach and your," Julie lowered her voice. "dick speak for you? Wow, mom was right about you." Julie poked Cere'Qul's gut and giggled.

"You said she left,"

"She pops up now and then," Julie squirmed against Cere'Qul's slightly firm cock for emphasis. "tells us stories, informs the village leadership about how she wants things run. But she mostly just wanders, I think she was looking for you dad. But enough about her, let's eat!"

The meal came and went as fast as Cere'Qul could consume it. He wanted to know more about his newly discovered children, and how much Julie and the rest had his flame powers. He also wanted to know if Agatha was gifted in the scientific arts.

But as Julie pushed him into a hut adorned with items from around the continent he was from. At its center was a large soft bed on a wooden frame. Signs of repair from heavy use were seen and the elder god knew then that the trophy room was not just for physical material collecting.

"Is your "old man" just another trophy for you to bed?"

Julie did not answer him. Instead she said, "I really do not want to share just yet." Julie sighed as she appeared to sense something. "But my sister's spies have alerted them all already to you being here." Julie scowled, it looked adorable on her face to the elder god's eyes. She approached and stroked her father's chest, peering up at him with lusty eyes as she led him before the bed. "With your power low, I had hoped I would have more time but we have company." she turned to face the doorway, the curtain parted quickly.

Suddenly Cere'Qul found himself surrounded by seven ducklings, each barely over four feet in height, some with brighter hair than he thought possible; and all of them in various states of obvious interest in the large canine god that had helped make them.

Cere'Qul laughed and folded his arms over his chest after dropping his cloak. "I think I will let you pick who goes first."

"Like you have a choice." a black and orange haired duckling with brown feathers stated flatly in a threatening way as she glared up at her father. Her eyes had a faint glow within them that augmented her dominating attitude slightly.

Cere'Qul saw himself in her, she behaved as he did during some of his more aggressive moments and he immediately took a liking to her attitude. "I am not afraid of any of you; we can do this my way, or your way, and I was being charitable in letting you girls decide."

"Malice," Julie started to say before her sister pushed past her to poke Cere'Qul in his bandaged wound.

Cere'Qul did not flinch, but he hardened his gaze as he was spoken to by the small female.

"I will give you two choices, you either screw or get screwed. What is it going to be?" Malice glared at her father before she found herself spun and placed flat on her back on the bed. Her daddy's cock pressed against her ass. "W-w-wait~!" she cried out before gasping as she was penetrated.

Malice's sweet ass cheeks parted to her father's insistent first thrust of his male hood. His erection slid deep into her insides smoothly, his actions caused her siblings to gasp and stare as he began to hump her downy ass firmly. Copious amounts of pre leaked from his spire, his veins throbbed as he began to glide in and out of her tight hole.

"Yea, just right," Cere'Qul leaned over Malice and gazed at her eyes which blazed more brightly with otherworldly power. "you have a nice ass, bitch!" Cere'Qul groped her chest with his large hand. His claws traced over her budding breasts. "Fuck, you feel good, divine flesh is the best isn't it?" Cere'Qul realized Malice was panting and scrambling to grip anything to help her deal with the flesh log splitting her ass open. Her hands locked on his forearms and she squeezed his wrists with inhuman power.

"That's daddy's little whore!" Cere'Qul's thrusts increased, finally Malice found her breath and spoke with a sputter.

"Harder!" she cried as she began to flex and work her hips trying to dig more divine cock into her insides.

Cere'Qul flipped his child over after prying her hands off of his arms. She quickly raised her ass into the air and Cere'Qul's cock slid into his latest bitch once more. The duckling goddess' body shook with with each pounding thrust Cere'Qul made into her depths. He smacked one of her ass cheeks, the gasps that erupted came from his audience as Malice appeared to orgasm from the blow.

"Bitch likes pain?" Cere'Qul ran his claws down her back, the raking motion caused her to seize up completely. The wounds were faint, and vanished nearly instantly, but the result was spectacular. Cere'Qul's knees got wet instantly from her gushing pussy and he suddenly had a writhing animal spasming at the end of his cock as he glided back and forth.

Her apple bottom quivered and shook and Cere'Qul pre flowed like a river as he felt himself nearing his first cum. "I am going to paint you with my seed!" Cere'Qul leaned over the child goddess's back and whispered. "You dirty slut, did you hear that? In front of all your siblings, look at them, go ahead, see what a slut you are reflected back in their eyes!"

Malice whimpered and opened one of her eyes to peer at her sisters to her right. They surrounded the bed, watching, waiting, all of them openly groping each other or themselves. Her eyes widened, she never knew how much pleasure she could get from having her sisters watch.

Her previous sexual pleasures were taken alone with her partner or partners. Now, now she fed off of her siblings lust for their father she shared. Their powerful father, the male impaling her ass so well.

"You like that you mean mean little bitch? You like doggy cock filling your gut?" Cere'Qul's hips punctuated his sentences as his heavy balls bounced off of her sweet bottom.

Malice's small form shook as Cere'Qul gripped her waist and fucked her harder. Cere'Qul's cock had widened the tight ring of her ass significantly as he pumped into her smaller body over and over. Her moans gasps and whimpers increasing with each thrust.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy~!" Malice's cries and whimpers as her ass was reamed came as a surprise to her. Most of her lovers were bottoms, she was a top due to most of said lovers having been taken by force. But to allow herself to be degraded with each thrust of her daddy's muscular hips; to be made his little mean bitch.

She clamped her beak shut and tried to grip the soft bedding to somehow better brace herself. But his powerful hips gave her no such purchase as she frame shook over and over again as she was fucked. As the canine cock drove into her ass, its owners large testicles smacking into her tender pussy as she spread her legs a bit more and moaned like a whore as she finally gave up trying to maintain some semblance of control.

"Fuck your mean bitch, daddy!" Malice cried out suddenly as her pussy gushed and her muscles quivered.

The rhythmic waves of pleasure that rippled over Cere'Qul's cock as the duckling goddess came made him pull out till his tip was caught by her anal ring. He squeezed her ass in concert with each spurt as he sprayed his seed inside of her.

Cere'Qul groaned as he emptied himself into his daughter's feathery ass, his cock jerking with each spurt of his seed into her bowels. When his cock stopped jerking he pulled it out with a wet pop. Surprised at her ass's ability to retain its form, he allowed Malice to settle into a warm daze and stroked her thighs before pulling away from her.

Rolling over on the large bed the still hard god locked eyes on a duckling goddess with a large red bang that covered part of her face. The rest of her hair was a shoulder-length styled cut that had a few beads threaded through it.

The duckling realized she was the target of her father's attention and the prompting of her sisters through shoves made her step forward and bow slightly as a sign of respect.

Cere'Qul decided to put a little power into his voice for fun. "What is your name?" he rumbled with a slight echoing effect.

"Marcia," his child warbled in reply, her voice melodious and easy on the ears. "how can I...give you pleasure?"

Cere'Qul decided to play nice for the moment. "Kiss one of your sisters."

Marcia's gasp was repeated by those not enjoying the aftereffects of Cere'Qul's cock having been shoved repeatedly into their anal cavity. Though Malice did groan a bit as her guts gurgled from her cum suppository.

"Would it please you?" Marcia asked, her voice faintly echoing with power.

"I leave it to you where you kiss your sister of choice." Cere'Qul's grin was infectious and a few of his daughters shared it as Marcia swallowed and faintly looked a little off put by the request. Sensing her discomfort Cere'Qul offered her a bit of comfort. "If you live as long as I intend to, you learn that enjoying pretty things regardless of their origin is a must." Cere'Qul began to recount how many men, women, beasts, and everything in-between he had bedded.

"My first lover was my own sister, so there is merit to enjoying a sibling or two while learning how to please and take pleasure from another. Now," Cere'Qul narrowed his eyes. "pick someone and kiss her. You do not even have to do anything with me, I will not force you, there are plenty of volunteers ready and willing for me to pick from among your sisters." Cere'Qul's hand wandered over Malice's belly as she rolled over and gazed at her sister lustily.

Marcia drifted forward, her black feathered form slid between her well fucked sister's legs. Her beak gracefully gliding towards her sister's neither regions. Malice gasped as not her pussy, but her anal bud was attacked by her sister's slender slip of a tongue.

"That is arousing..." someone said.

"Certainly an understatement, you are drenched Octavia." another pointed out.

Octavia glanced between her slender nude legs and giggled. "I like eating cream pies."

Cere'Qul glanced at Julie as something seemed to click for her and she shared a wink with her father before trying to get closer to the sister on sister action.

Malice gasped and squirmed as Marcia hummed, lapped, and breathed all over her pussy and ass. The delicate instrument that was Marcia's bird tongue lapped at her sister's pussy and ass in equal measure. Malice gripped the bedding and threw back her head as she was sampled by her vocalist sibling.

Cere'Qul found his manhood being manipulated by multiple hands as he enjoyed the show. He spread his thighs to allow easy access to his manhood as he watched the show. "Use your fingers." he suggested to Marcia as Malice gripped her sister's head as she took their father's advice.

A small shoving match broke out as each duckling focused on his crotch tried to get the tip of his cock into their beak. Cere'Qul laughed and motioned for his children to leave him alone for a moment. "I wonder why your mother neglected to tell you about this."

Cere'Qul's manhood grew fatter, thicker, and longer before splitting into three cocks jutting out from his groin. Gasps of joy were soon followed by Cere'Qul's cocks being licked and teased by multiple mouths.

"Into the mouths' of babes." Cere'Qul said as he deliberately misquoted a saying he had heard long ago.