Reincarnated as the Only Human

Aethisia PoV

Prove myself... I didn’t know exactly what she meant by that, but I did know that I wanted to prove myself, that I wanted to ’earn’ this Bearkin as one of my women and have her carry my child.

She seemed to sense that confusion from me as well, and while I stood there in front of her she gave me a small smile that contrasted her usual stoic self, making my cock throb some more as I continued to feel aroused just by the small things she did.

”Aethisia... it is rather easy to prove yourself, you know that right?”

Resting her chin on her hand, Gertrude stared up at me and watched as my confusion grew, the older Bearkin snorting and shaking her head before beckoning for me to kneel, getting eye level with her and trying to figure out what she meant.

Extending her hand, Gertrude waited for me to grasp it as my mind automatically went towards the whole ’knight taking an oath to a princess’ sort of thing, and as I did so she proved me correct as she leaned closer and whispered directly into my ear.

”Do you promise to be mine just as I would be yours? Are you willing to protect me for the rest of your life? Through the highs and the lows?”

Before I could even really think about it I muttered ”That... sounds like a marriage vow...”, making the Bearkin squeeze my hand as she whispered ”Do you think I am going to get pregnant again by someone who isn’t my wife?”

I blinked a few times and stared at her in shock, watching her lips curl a little as she added ”I could definitely do worse. You’re handsome, capable, have a nice cock, seem nice enough and definitely seem to want me. Better than my last partner, that’s for sure.”

”So I AM~ handsome~? Now you admit it~?”

Although I was still confused about how quickly this had progressed, I resumed the bantering and made the Bearkin roll her eyes before she leaned closer again, resting her brow against mine and asking ”Is the handsome buck going to take the vow or not?”

I pretended to ponder it as I looked her up and down, my eyes lingering on her creamy pussy before I stared her in the eyes with a small smile, ignoring how she raised a brow or squeezed my hand; she acted the same but I could hear her breathing quickening, feel her heartbeat pounding a little faster than it had even when she rode me so aggressively last night.

Not wanting to torment her, I nodded and began to recite the vow back to her, promising her that I would care for her, protect her, and provide for her going forwards; each line that I uttered made her eyes grow far hotter and wetter as she listened.

By the time I finished she didn’t seem to want me to say anything else, the Bearkin pressing her lips against mine and making it all too easy for me to crawl back onto her bed, both of us not giving a damn about going to work as we instead just had raw, hot baby making sex.

In earnest this time, my cock hammering her womb as I prepared it to house life soon enough, all of my previous loads getting pushed out as I prepared her for a thick batch a sperm to be injected right into her eggs, trying my damndest to make it happen just as quickly as we had decided this arrangement.

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Rhefia PoV

”Hmm...”

Scratching my chin, I watched as Ehretia and Ipoala diverged from the sparring to instead focus on dancing, the two little girls spinning around and just moving for the sake of moving, their daggers forgotten and their enjoyment clearly spiking now that they were doing their own thing.

I didn’t really mind it that much, but I was also standing here wondering if I would be ’happier’ to see my children being more enamored by the love of combat... only to shake my head and smile wryly as I realized it wasn’t the case.

While I would love to be able to share this interest with all of my children and have more in common with them, I also knew that I wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of them being in danger; I did want them to know how to fight though, but for right now they could just play.

They were children after all, and seeing how both of them had peeked at me to see if I was allowing them to do so softened my heart immensely, even as I glanced over at their half sister and saw the kit whaling away at the training dummy.

The pent up ’anger’ in her tiny arms gave her a fair bit of power as she tore that dummy to shreds beneath the watchful, bemused eyes of her Dama, who was egging her on with the promises of rescinding her milk privileges if she let up at all.

Just watching the difference between the kit and the two girls in front of me was amusing, and it helped me maintain my decision as I just settled down near them to watch as they danced, having their fun while their half sister was put through some serious training.

It didn’t change my decision of training them to defend themselves, but for now they could do as they pleased, having their fun and showing me what I had to work with when we got back to training, their flexibility and agility giving me some ideas for the future.

Never before had I imagined a life like this for myself; even when I had been just a soldier who had hopes of finding myself a few women to make into wives I never imagined I would be so content to let them be whatever they wanted to be.

It was just engrained into me to raise warriors, to raise my children the way my Dama had raised me; she hadn’t forced me into it but it had been expected, though I imagine growing up in a time of war caused that expectation, just like the peaceful world we were in now made it easy to be more lax.