20. This Isn't Even Refugees. (2)
They were each handed a bowl of egg porridge, but of course, there weren't enough dishes. We're talking dozens of people here.
"The egg porridge came together quicker than I thought?"
I asked, and Sechem Yaret ladled some out with a wooden spoon as she replied.
"With a touch of skill and care, we can provide anything you desire, my lord."
Ah. So she used magic. This snake really does it all.
The snake hissed shhhit.
The people flinched, and the Ushabti returned to the Shrine.
"She instructed us to make more egg porridge."
"Yeah, alright."
"Hey, eat up, everyone. We can make tons more—though I'm not the one making it. Hehe."
Hyeyoon flashed a big grin and waved as she headed off. The women bowed their heads awkwardly and followed her out. Why bother leaving, though? ...Probably the smell.
"Listen up while you eat," I said sternly.
They looked up—some finishing their bowls and eyeing seconds, others queued up in their own orderly fashion, all turning to me. Their faces were already brimming with faith and trust.
Zombie apocalypse, month six. Egg porridge? Yeah, no wonder.
"Once you've regained your strength, decide on your homes. Then those who can move will gather back here. We'll head out together to scavenge supplies for you. Understood?"
"Yes!"
Mostly the men answered. The women smiled.
"It's been ages since we could smile like this, right?"
"Yeah."
Good. About time.
"I'll head out again once you're ready. Don't defy Sechem Yaret. Treat this serpent as my proxy."
More loyal affirmations. I nodded and released the summons.
I bolted upright from the stone sarcophagus... Ugh. ...Damn.
Dozens of people crammed into the parking lot, and with the wind blowing this way—ugh. The stench of rot wafted in.
The second I stepped out of the room—
"Ushabti!"
"Ushabt."
The one in the kitchen paused mid-crack of an egg and turned to me.
"That sink over there. You know what it is? Can you connect it all the way outside the Shrine? So people can draw water."
"Ushabt."
The Ushabti morphed its hands and headed to the Fountain of Life beside the sink. It'll handle it. Let it be.
"Hoo..."
The women were huddled on our living room sofa, chattering away—seemed like they were relieved people had shown up. The house by the Fountain was empty. One woman strolled over from the fridge with a canned drink, smiling. Right now, she felt the closest to me.
I took her hand and kept walking.
"Eh? Ah, wha—?"
It was Iseo. I said nothing. Just led her next door, yanked off my shirt. Grabbed my pants and underwear, stripped naked, and sank into the Fountain.
"Hoo..."
Splash. I still held Iseo's hand; her face floated a question mark.
"Get in."
"Ah... But, um, b-b-b-board games."
I stood, scooped her up princess-style, and sat back in the Fountain with her.
"Eek! M-Mom's, um, over th-there, uh, Mom."
Panicking, huh. Still, I said nothing. Slipped off her shorts and panties underwater, wrung them out, and tossed them aside. Someone'd clean it up.
I grabbed Iseo's ass and pulled her tight against me.
"M-Mom's right there..."
Iseo whispered, like we'd be in deep shit if caught. My cock was fully ready. Felt like a rock hanging from my groin.
Still silent. Underwater, I gripped her waist, eased her down slow, took my dick in hand, aimed true, and pushed in.
A muffled hngk—I felt her shiver in my arms. Haa... Feels good. But with the water... better to skip full thrusts.
Held her ass and rocked her back and forth, grinding. This had its own charm.
Her face flushed quick, breaths ragged. Clinging tight to hide, she cradled my cock between her thighs and rocked her hips. ...Feels amazing.
I felt her pleasure building through her hot breaths on my neck, her trembling, and whispered,
"You're special."
Iseo didn't respond. But she heard.
"No one just wanders into this Shrine. Every woman here is special. You all need to embrace that you're my women."
"Wh-what... mmph."
A moan slipped out; she buried her face in my chest. She's getting cuter by the day.
"Those people out there? They're commoners. Lay followers. You're my priestesses, my God's Wives and sajae. How's that sound? Think you can command them?"
"C-command...?"
"Yeonsu! Come here!"
"Coming!"
Yeonsu scampered over, saw us, grinned wide, stripped naked, and hopped into the Fountain. Perfect.
Still holding Iseo, I pulled Yeonsu close by the waist. Slid my hand between her thighs—she parted them eagerly.
"What'd you need, my lord?"
"You're a God's Wife."
"Yeah, I know."
I turned back to Iseo.
"That's the highest rank. See the gold bracelets?"
Iseo couldn't answer anymore, lost in the feeling. She rocked her hips herself now, squeezing tight—fucking heaven. She did glance at Yeonsu, though.
Yeonsu grinned and showed off her bracelets.
"You all need ranks too. Sechem Yaret will sort that out. Point is, you four aren't commoners. You, Hyeyoon, Iseo, Jeong-eun—you're above them."
"Ah..."
Yeonsu nodded, then jolted as I fingered her. Feels good, huh?
"You're my women. God's women. Not equals to those outside. You'll probably need to give orders, mediate. I'll handle most, Sechem'll help, but you gotta own it. You're my women. Got it?"
"Mmm. Got it."
Yeonsu nodded eagerly. ...Ugh. Tease.
Iseo's grinding was nice, but... I cupped her ass with one hand, stood. Grabbed Yeonsu's hand with the other.
Stepping out—whoosh! Water everywhere. Whatever. Someone'd mop.
Led the two dripping women to Iseo's bedroom.
"Sheets'll get wet, but it's fine. Ushabti'll wash 'em," I whispered in Iseo's ear.
Every step nudged me deeper inside her. She'd gotten slick and slippery.
Yeonsu shut the door. I climbed onto the bed, laid Iseo down, kissed her. Still clumsy. No technique.
So I licked her lips lightly, then gripped her hips and pounded away.
* * *
Ever since the bull and lion tattoos on my shoulders, the women got pregnant easier. Came harder. They couldn't hold back their moans anymore.
Iseo had given me her virginity and we'd already fucked a few times. Yeonsu? No need to say.
Aaang! Aaaang! They cried out. No way the people outside missed it.
After taking Iseo and Yeonsu once each, I soaked in the Fountain a bit, toweled off roughly, tossed it, then grabbed the heads-down Jeong-eun and Hyeyoon by the hand, dragged them to Hyeyoon's room, and went again.
The Shrine echoed with the moans of women climaxing from me.
* * *
Reasons I fucked all four at once? Waiting for the collection team to eat got boring. And to hammer home the hierarchy.
Told Hyeyoon and Jeong-eun the same: you're not commoners. But how deep they internalized it? Up to them.
Now people—commoners—were flocking to me. As I embraced my godhood, they needed to embrace being God's women.
Otherwise, getting too chummy might lead to weird favors. Especially sharing hard times—hard to say no.
So while fucking them, I said it: You're God's women. Not on the same level anymore.
* * *
Four loads later, I felt relieved. Best part? That initial plunge. After cumming inside, grabbing their hips, pulling them onto me like they're claiming my cock themselves, squeezing out every drop left. That's the peak.
Let the exhausted women rest in bed. I rinsed in the Fountain and came out to find the sink altered. A pipe now snaked from the faucet, along the wall outside, ending in a spigot on the opposite apartment-facing wall, dribbling water.
Commoners could fill up there. Possessed the Nephkent warrior and stepped out. Nice work on the sand-drain to the sewer too. Ushabti are damn useful workers. Even if all they say is 'Ushabt.'
As I walked, Sechem Yaret slithered from the Shrine to my side.
Been in the Shrine a couple hours banging the four women—folks had already finished eating. Pots gone, everything spotless. No one dared enter homes yet. Men and women alike averted eyes, awkward.
They'd all heard the four women climaxing in turn.
I spoke.
"...The women you just met are my priestesses. Show them respect from now on."
The collection team glanced at each other. Sechem bared fangs and hissed viciously shhhit!.
They flinched and nodded.
"Yes, understood."
"P-Priestesses, right? Yes."
"O-Of course, goodness."
"Good. Who's going for supplies?"
The leader auntie stood.
"Actually, we're all going."
"All of you?"
"Yes. We ate the porridge you gave us and rested a bit. Feels like we've got energy. We've handed everything to that bitch Daemo countless times and got nothing back. So... everyone wants to grab what they need."
"Mm. Makes sense. No time to waste, then. Everyone good to move?"
Sechem whispered to me.
'I mixed in some nutrients. Their strength should be back.'
I nodded to her. Good snake, this one.