Nearly ten feet tall when she entered, she came down to our level as she kissed me. "Your angels are beautiful, my strange baby brother... but there is a dis-union here I find unsettling..." she indicated Tav and her eggs. "I would restore this union, with consent...?" I nodded and my deific sibling touched them each with her essence. "They are each twins, eternally bonded. As one strengthens the other will as well, your Divine Order has been blessed baby brother..."
Falling back out of her officious tone she removed her helmet and shook her wavy blonde hair free. Sitting down on the bed, her armor faded into red tattoos and she landed on her plump ass, her sex sheathed in a flat codpiece matching mine. Her thick breasts swaying freely, nipples hard in excitement. Her body was thicker than Mother's, her breasts full and rounded, softer curves that swayed with her as she walked.
My sister Ana was the goddess of goodly mercenaries and responsible sex workers, and anyone who just needs a good fuck. She settled next to me and rested her hand on my face, blue eyes on mine. "Baby brother... what the fuck?" She smiled and laughed in consternation; I shared her confusion.
She grabbed my cock from Na'Nay's hands. "The eggs are prepared, midwife. Take them and be blessed for caring for my brother's miraculous progeny, and your devoted bond to your clan." Her tone was whimsical as she placed a hand on Na'Nay's breastbone. "You may bond others, matching pleasure and sharing injury, your milk will flow freely and fortify those who drink it, your armor ever ready. I name you Battle Nurse, until your mother finds you a new one." She flinched at the word 'mother' stroking my shaft in her hand, "and this... questions must be answered..."
My crest appeared on her and Ana saw it for the first time. "Brother..." her voice breathless. "Your crest..."
A near perfect inversion of my mother's, the more I looked the more I was sure of it. Her's a downthrust sword behind a shield, stylized lines and curves also appearing as a complete womb, vagina to ovaries. Upturned it appeared to be a thick cock, with two large balls, or an upturned broadsword. It was simply longer and far less ornate than hers.
Her fingers moved to her lips and she licked my cum from them, eyes going wide. "Mother? What have you done..." she licked her fingers clean as I extracted myself clumsily to sit up next to her. She looked at me with her wide smile, "I'll be coming back here, erect an altar to me.."
I cut her off "I'll make one for Mother." Her smile flattened, "Mother is gone Dilin, whatever she is now, she's not our Mother..." Her tone was harsh at first but softened as she went.
She collected herself and continued "Whatever alter you erect, I'll be coming back here with more questions." She gestured towards the eggs warming by the fire and the two winged hobgoblins. "Somehow you've birthed children into grace and created an Order, a feat which you should not be able to accomplish, as you are not a god."
I was not a god, but a demigod. A Paladin of Dolleya, my mother. My sister had always been quick to remind me of exactly 'what' I was. I anticipated much of the unintentional condescension I was about to endure.
"By Mother baby brother! You're a MORTAL! You lack the anatomy to birth anything! Much less birth other mortals into grace!" The bit about grace gave me pause. I'll admit I ignored most of the nuns lessons on divinity minutia at the Yechva... I knew it didn't apply to me really and learning to Lay Hands through my boots, while reloading a crossbow, ended up being more useful anyway. Half of the hobs wouldn't be here if'n I hadn't, a few more demons too.
Her smile belied her entertainment, "I'll be back little brother. My housewarming gift arrives within the tenday..." she made her way towards the broken door. "I think you're gonna love it..." she looked over the sleeping forms. "I'm excited to see what art you make next."
She touched the shattered doorframe and it began reforming, looking back she parted with "perhaps we'll make our own art on my next visit... Oh, and I'll be bringing Leilli." With those horrifying words she stepped through the intact doorway as a portal formed and she blinked away.
I looked to Na'Nay, her body now covered in tattoos as my sister was. "I'm sorry... she can be a bit much..." Na'Nay burst out laughing. Not the laughter of mirth or the cum drunk giggles that let me know I was doing a good job.... This was the laughter of a mind on the edge of snapping.
Isha swiped at my back and Tav kicked towards me, simultaneously they growled in their slumber, "quiet!" And Na'Nay laughed louder.
She looked at me, "that was a goddess." I nodded. The effect of simply being in a true deific presence for a mortal could be emotionally powerful, and Na'Nay had been spoken to, ordered, and touched by a powerful goddess. Her eyes flew wide as she touched my sigil, "her touch lingers..." her oval eyes found mine "Sire, your God-Sister's gifts were bountiful..." she stood and armor grew from her tattoos, she flexed her back and wings sprung forth. "And your seed has helped evolve us!"
Looking down at her sister's sleeping forms I added, "you're hardly hobgoblins anymore..."
She cut me off with a severe look. "We have found our Sire in you. The First's have always led us towards bounty, and strong seed, filling our bellies while we filled our bellies. Nurturers as myself have raised our clutches in our ways, training muscles that already know battle." Then she paused and looked to Isha, "and a few have kept alive the hope, for a final perfect form for our sisterhood."
Before I could speak, "your God-Sister believes that you created us by fluke. But it was we who found you. Our clan has searched for you for generations." She pushed my knees wide as she wrapped herself in her wings and knelt. She brought her fingers to where Ana had touched her, it glowed its soft heliotrope as she connected with my sibling. "We've searched for the perfect Sire and we've found him." Her toothy smile widened as her kneeling be ame less passively seductive and more pious. "Your gifts were mighty and I offer this gift to you Analluria, goddess of lust." She took my shaft in both hands as I sat and stroked her blond hair, her smile wicked "I lust for my Sire's seed, my throat yearns to be filled."