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Posts are just NSFW in general from now on. I blame Redwood.


You are Redwood, the champion of the creator goddess known as the Allmother. You have been traveling the world protecting it from the mad schemes of the evil King Barreathe and his chief wizard, the Lord of the Night. You are a tall, dark, handsome woman and carry an axe almost as big as your libido. You command incredible things like the army of Night Valley, the mecha known as the Daybreaker, an axe known as the Farseer, and as of recently, a magical dick. You are prophesized to help repopulate the land from its bloodshed in order to return to your original home.

Evil has been oddly quiet lately, making you think they're getting ready to strike like never before. You believe you have the upper hand though, at least you feel you have a greater motivation for this, which is to impress as many of the ladies as possible.

You are currently parked at the holy town of Blossom Valley, where many women revere the Allmother. They do not know one of the women traveling with you currently is the Allmother herself. You are waking up from a night of debauchery, hoping you did your part in knocking the women up.

You're not used to this kind of attention. You'll definitely have some interesting stories and a lot of explaining to do when you finally get back home.

Dawn is rising midst the cursed sky, and you feel very dehydrated.


> "You're thirsty, Red." The Allmother says to you.
You rub your temples and sigh. "You would be too if you just spent all night learning how to control a magic dick and sweating nonstop. Do orgasms make you lose nutrients?"
"I think so. I've heard them called the 'little death'. I'm surprised you lasted as long as you did."
"They don't call me Redwood for nothing!" You try to smile, collecting what little energy you have left. "How many of the women did I get to last night?"
"You got most of them pregnant. It's an impressive feat, even for a sexy woman like you."
"I try my best." You stand up and stretch.

You look around for something to hydrate with.

> You find a canteen, taking a swill of its contents to quench your thirst.
"Can't you magic some water out of this canteen?" You ask the Allmother.
"I'm trying to hide the fact I'm a goddess right now, dear. You know that. It'd be obvious I was someone special if I just did that. You're a big girl, you can hydrate yourself."
"Okay, mom." You chuckle. Gods, you need a bath.
"Where are you off to, Redwood?"
"I need a bath, mother. I'm covered in gods only know how many cum stains. How many girls did you say I was with last night?"
"Over twenty. They're still sleeping off the effects of what you did to them."
"I smell like sweat and pussy." You groan. "You think I'd be enjoying that but it turns out this is a lot of hard work."
"You want me to bathe you?" The Allmother asks playfully.
You blush brightly. "I... actually think I'd like that, yes."
"That's my girl. I like it when you blush. It's so sweet."
"Why did you raise me to become the heroine I am now, mother?"
"I wanted you to be happy, dear. I knew you'd be an extraordinary woman, and I was just trying to give you everything you could ever want."
"Well, I'm not complaining." You smile. The Allmother leads you to a local bathhouse.

You get in the water and soak in it.

> The hot water soaks into your skin as you lazily let it. You close your eyes and imagine what the world was like before all of this happened. Was it a happier place? Was it miserable and you're only now picking up its pieces? You have no way of knowing. You're going to leave it better than you found it, though.
The Allmother gently washes your mullet. "Do you always keep your hair in such a messy style, dear?"
"Yes, it helps keep my hair out of my face when I fight. It also gives the ladies something to pull on." You grin.
"I imagine it does, and I'm sure they appreciate it." The Allmother washes your back.
Your cat Pumpkin floats by in a washtub, looking at you. "Oh, there you are, Redwood. I brought you some vitamins. I need you to keep the energy up because the ladies here are definitely happy enough to cook for me again. I need to be foodified greatly!"
"Thanks, Pumpkin." You say, grabbing the vitamins.
A knock on the door gets your attention. "Um, miss?" A voice on the other side asks. "You have a delivery here."

You sit in the tub, confused. "Did I order anything last night in my hedonistic haze?"

> "Um, no, you didn't." The deliverywoman responds. "Do you wish to receive the package?"
"Sure."
You get up and put a towel around your waist, going to sign for the package, showing off the rest of your body to the deliverywoman, winking at her. "Thanks for the, uh, yeah..." She says, staring at your tits and blushing before running off.
"Ah, if only I was twenty years younger." The Allmother pokes fun at you.
"How young do you think I am, mother? I'm older than most of you seem to think I am."
"Oh, I know you're not that old, dear. You still got quite a long life ahead of you. Stop trying to act like you're outdated, dear."
You roll your eyes and open the package. Inside are a series of photos of you with the women last night, alongside a threat from the King that this kind of debauchery is now illegal in the land of Varon, and if you do not surrender yourself for these crimes, these pictures will be published all around the kingdom.
"Aha, dipshit King's getting desperate. Like he thinks photos of me being hot and sexy are going to scare anyone off. I got damn near the whole rest of the kingdom united against him." You snort laughing. "Let him try! I'm not turning myself in for shit!"
"I know you're not, dear, but it's just a matter of time before he finds someone who will. He's probably already got a deal worked out with someone in the local law enforcement." The Allmother sighs. "Which means we should be going back to your home of Night Valley. The women here won't be safe if he has people chasing after you."
"Cops suck. Let them come after me. But you're right. Let's clean up and let the ladies know I'll be back to finish my job of knocking them up after I win this war." You groan.
Pumpkin shows up and eats the photos and meows. "I'm destroying evidence! Let's see him arrest me too."
"Who would have thought you'd have to hide just for having sex? I mean, it's my fucking job!" You sigh. "Yeah, let's hurry up and get out of here."

You get out of the bath, put your legendary armor back on, and tell your allies it's time to board the Daybreaker and drive back. "Lady Vera of Blossom Valley, I'm afraid I must take my leave. I'll be back after I slay the King to finish my work with the women. I promise."

> The women of Blossom Valley look at you and sigh dreamily. "I wish I were going with you. Thank you for coming here and showing us what true love is." One of them says.
You board the Daybreaker, and look down at the women of Blossom Valley. They all look back with shining eyes, hopeful for your victory.
Lady Vera bows to you. "You have no idea what you've done for us all. We will pray for your safe return."
With that, you begin to drive the Daybreaker back northwest towards Night Valley.
"This was a great idea, having the women all fall in love with me and start churning out babies." You cackle.
"It was my idea and I chose you for a reason. You know that." The Allmother sighs. "At least give me some credit."
"Can't believe you'll soon also be the Allgrandmother." You snort.
"You're not too old for a spanking, young lady." She grins at you.
"Haha, Redwood's pussy-whipped by a goddess!" Your friend Sterling says, rolling her eyes. How many times has she done that now? Too damn many.
"I'd rather be pussy-whipped by a goddess than dick-whipped by a demon." You respond.
"Not if the demon was a lady." Your other ally Sister Grace laughs.
"I'm really glad I'm gay. Y'all got problems to sort out." Brother Morality sighs.
Eventually, the Daybreaker rolls into Night Valley. The sinful city is more alive than usual, with people cheering and celebrating your return as their rightful leader.
The old man you put in charge while you were gone, Wulfgar the soldier, comes running up to you. "My Queen! What amazing new armor you have! We should put a picture of that on every flag we got!"
"Who is this?" The Allmother asks.
"The head of the Night Guard." You respond. "He's an old man I spared who is insanely loyal to me for doing so. I let him play mayor while I was out searching for the Throne."
"I like him already. A reliable mayor. You're lucky." The Allmother says.
"I am, mother." You smile. "This world has granted me some amazing friends, no matter how eccentric some of them are."

You return to the mayor's house and command everyone to take a break for now. "The King hasn't made a move in some time, so we should use this time to rest and reinforce stuff."

> "You mean use this time to screw more women?" Sister Grace grins.
"The brothel probably missed me greatly, and I have a prophecy to fulfill with the ladies and my magic dick anyway." You grin.
You tell everyone to take it easy, and you retire to your room. The Allmother comes into your room, and sits on your bed with you. "What's on your mind, Redwood?"
"It's a lot, isn't it? I showed up here, knocked off a platform from a fight back in my world, and have had a lot happen since. All because of you choosing me to be your world's heroine."
"You've made me proud that I chose you. You've lived up to my expectations and then some." She smiles softly. "You're a good girl, Redwood. I just want what's best for you."
"I know, mother."
The Allmother stands and gives you a long, loving hug. You embrace her back. "Go and enjoy being among your town again, Redwood."

You go take a walk around Night Valley and stretch out, checking in on everyone's needs.

> You walk through the town, waving to the people you pass by. Most of them wave back, calling out greetings and wishing you good health. The ladies definitely notice the bulge in your armor now around where your codpiece is, giggling.
You wave to the guards as you stroll by each checkpoint, making sure everything is in place and any problems have been fixed. You give specific commands as to how you'd like the city to be defended and laid out, and after all that is done, you decide to head to the brothel.
You have a feeling you're going to wake up dehydrated again.
As you steel yourself and your body for another long night of debauchery, outside the walls of your town to the northeast, an army is marching forward, slowly but surely on you.
Maybe ignoring that arrest warrant and having Pumpkin eat the evidence wasn't such a good idea after all.
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