The Daughter of Frigg
Book 2 - A Sister's Heart
From the Diary of: Megan Easter Gossler
As told by: Owen Nomrist
Alpha -
August 9, 1999
"Ahhhhhhh," Cheyenne wailed as she pushed out the last of 10 placenta eggs. She smiled weakly when her job was finished. She was shadow her former self, tired all the time, bony and frail as if she was starving, and indeed she was. Her body was desperately trying to heal, but every pregnancy consumed all the precious little energy she had. Still, ignoring her hunger, she smiled down at the soft transparent shells allowing her to see her daughter's that would soon break free.
Oholia brought all ten babes up and set them beside her as they hatched so she could feed each one from her breasts for a short time, bonding with them as their mother. In that short time they would grow from infants to toddlers. After which, they would later eat their own placentas for energy to continue feeding their growth. By tomorrow her daughters would be curiosity 10 year olds. They would eat their first gryphon then. There were always dead gryphons now, with young males challenging the Alpha for leadership so there was always plenty to eat for them. By the next day they would be 15 year olds, and in 3 days they would be fully grown hybrid gryphon women with the appearance of 20 year olds.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," came screams and wailing from Cheyenne's first clutch of daughters; Jessica, Abigail, Reanna, Bethany, Lhea, Daihlynn, and Madison, all gave birth alongside her in a cafeteria that was serving as their birthing center.
"Mother," Oholia, one of her 5 daughters from her second clutch said, her expression and voice full of concern, "You must eat... these pregnancies are too much for you!"
She was right, Cheyenne knew that she would die giving birth either the next time or the next after. Looking up at her concerned daughter she smiled before whispering her instructions, "Oholia, take your sisters and go start breeding with the males, and when you are done fly north and find a nest of Harpies. Take 1 alive. No children though, and do not harm anymore Harpies than is necessary to take the 1 you choose. Then bring her back to me."
"Yes Mother," Oholia answered with a smile, turned gathered her sisters who were aiding the eldest and left.
A few hours later, Cheyenne was sitting in the gazebo. It was her retreat from the chaos of the gryphons and the birthing center. Looking down at the floor, she smiled at 10 toddlers in various stages of crawling to learning to walk. She had named them, H'ther, Man'da, A'dun, Mical, D'ven, Georgia, Lora, Johanna, R'chelle, and Opal. Watching them made her think of her children left behind on her Earth, and how much she found she missed them. They had always been around, but they had been like trophies, awards, for fucking around on her husband. She had always been concerned with her career or latest sexual dalliance, completely narcissistic. Now she wished she would at least get to see the beautiful people they would become.
Regret and sadness over the thought that she would probably never see her kids again nearly overwhelmed her. Putting her hand low on her belly she could already feel her uterus growing with a new clutch of daughters. At least she had a new family, new children of sorts, if she could manage to not fuck it up!
A shift in the wind brought the sound of wings beating the air as Oholia and her sister's landed on the lawn in front of the gazebo. A dark figure crumpling to the ground between them as soon as they landed. Standing slowly from weakness, Cheyenne walked like an old woman up to her daughters.
"Mother," Oholia said as she stood aside opening the way to the captive within.
Cheyenne recognized the Harpy sitting on the ground. There were bleeding wounds across her chest, abdomen, hips, back and ass. She was a bloody mess, but Cheyenne new from those massive breasts the Mother of the Harpies they had aligned with against the gryphons at Echo Basin.
The Harpy Mother looked up at Cheyenne, her glacier blue eyes defiant. The Harpy didn't recognize her in her human form flicking away as Cheyenne knelt down beside her and stretched out her hand to softly caressing the beautiful Harpy's cheek.
"Please," She begged, "Don't do this!"
"Do what," Cheyenne whispered, as she ran her fingers down her throat feeling her rapid pulse under her fingertips.
"Don't become like them," The Harpy answered indicating Cheyenne's daughters, "A killer... a murderer!"
"Oholia," Cheyenne called over her shoulder as she let her hand follow the curve of the Harpies beautiful breasts before cupping the left as her thumb idly rubbed her nipple.
"Yes Mother," Oholia answered.
"Did you kill this Mother's children," Cheyenne asked, "Did you murder anyone?"
"No Mother," Oholia answered, "We did as you instructed. We subdued 6 adult Harpies before this One offered herself in place of another we had chosen."
"See," Cheyenne said as she looked down into the Harpy Mother's eyes, "My daughter's are not murderers. I however, must eat a fresh kill if I am going to survive and recover from my wounds."
Cheyenne let her body change into her hybrid werewolf form as the Harpy Mother's eyes widened in shock.
"Falconwolf," the Harpy Mother screamed as Cheyenne swiped her claws down her belly, gutting her all the way to her pubic mound.
Cheyenne felt strength and power surge within her as her body was re-energized and healed as she buried her head in the Harpy's intestines, eating stomach and liver as the Harpy screamed in pain!
The Harpy Mothers screams quickly became weaker as Cheyenne feasted on her breasts. Her heart beating wildly in Cheyenne's hand before she ripped it out and held in front of the Harpy's face as the light of life went out of her blue eyes. Cheyenne felt a stabbing pain of regret when the Harpy Mother died, but she didn't let it stop her from eating her heart and then the rest of her.
"Mother... may we have a taste," Lizanth asked as she licked her lips.
"Yes Mother, Please," Oholia begged.
Cheyenne focused on shapeshifting then looked up at her daughters. Harpy blood was smeared all across her face, chest and hands, and matting her wild copper hair as answered, "No my daughters, when you are hungry kill and eat any of the male gryphons as you like, but don't kill the other indigenous groups. The Harpy's and the Centaurs or any others."
"Why Mother," Kathryn asked.
"Because you are small in number right now," Cheyenne answered, "And, most will not think of you as a threat if you are not aggressive toward them. Others will see how quickly you, my daughter's, reproduce and will either think you're a threat or something to hunt for food or trophy. Either way we need time to establish our own tribal system and get control of the males and cement our power base."
"What does that have to do with not eating the Harpies," another of the 5 of the second generation, Hilda, asked.
"Just this," Cheyenne explained, "How will you control your Prides my daughter's if you can't control yourselves? Transcend and control your instincts, don't just let the males breed you! Control your desires, breed only when you want to. Eat foods that aren't other people's, and kill only in self defense, otherwise the whole world will turn against you."
"Yes Mother," her daughter's all answered as one.
Cheyenne was finished speaking and shapeshifting once again and finished eating the Harpy Mother. From her neck to her knees she left nothing but bones. Afterward, she carried the carcass pieces over and threw them as far out into the river as she could.
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Amanda was sitting on her bed for once in meditation rather than being gloriously fucked by Honovi. She had spent many days in the past week constructing a room within her mind. Strangely, the room she created was her home in her own Realm. A modest ranch home in Port Angeles sitting on a full basement overlooking the Salish Sea and looking back at Mount Olympia.
"What a fitting place," Came the soft feminine voice of a woman standing naked in front of a large window in the great room looking out at Mount Olympia.
The woman's hair was long and curly and auburn red while her skin was white as new snow and shimmered as if she were in the sun. Unlike her 2 sisters Amanda met in her hotel room the day the strange Demonesses hatched, this woman stood before her as an adult. She was 6 and a half feet tall if Amanda counted her sinuous horns curving above her head. She did have 4 arms just like her sisters, auburn feathered angels wings, a long sinuous tail with a leaf shaped tip, abnormally wide hips and thick bubble butt, and thick human thighs that turned into goat's legs with white cloven hooves.
"Who are you," Amanda demanded as her body changed from her original human form, how she imagined herself in this mental dwelling of hers, to her new hybrid Harpy form. Her waist length jet black hair turned into thigh length pink feathers she still thought of as hair. Her long Harpy wings grew out of her back, and where she had on her normal house pajamas her clothing automatically changed to her Centaur belt, her gryphon bone breastplate, her quiver of arrows and horse bow, her gryphon feather loincloth that hid nothing of her nudity, and her Centaur made wakizashi short sword in the small of her back.
Amanda's right hand went to the hilt of her wakizashi and she cracked the seal on her scabbard as she assumed a ready stance for battle.
"Ha ha ha ha," the Succubus laughed as she turned to face Amanda. Even as a full grown adult Succubus, the woman before her had an incredibly youthful face. Her eyes were glowing sapphires, with slitted pupils like a snake or a cat. Her nose was small and turned up, her mouth full and pouty with a slightly thinner top lip and a very full bottom lip, and her jawline was sharp and elfish with a pointed chin. She had slender shoulders with a small ribcage and small but perky and beautifully shaped B-cup breasts.
