Monstrous Fertility: Overflowing Production

By Lilith Elyon

I wake up with my pregnant belly growing faster than I ever imagined. How many of Lord Elyon’s offspring are in my womb? How large will I get? And why do I love this so much?

When he introduces me to his other brides, I discover that my ever-enlarging endowments do more than just excite my husband. The sustenance they provide feeds not only my future offspring, but also the rest of his vampiric kingdom.

With every pregnancy, my belly grows larger, and I give birth to hundreds of eggs that will hatch into terrifying monsters. A mysterious new figure is assigned to watch over me, and soon I have both his and my husband’s offspring growing within my hyper-pregnant belly.

Although I feel more loved than I ever expected, I can’t stop worrying about what will happen to Nova when Lord Elyon’s invasion occurs. With a little help from my friends, and a powerful new vampiric form, hopefully I can rescue her from the consequences of her allegiance to the Hierarchy. Then maybe we’ll never have to be separated again!

Monstrous Fertility: Overflowing Production is the third full-length erotic novel in Lilith Elyon's Monstrous Fertility series. It is approximately 110,000 words with in-depth worldbuilding, action, and many sexy scenes including mf, mfm, fmf, and f-futa.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilith Elyon
• Release date: Aug 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005524517

Lilith Elyon

Lilith Elyon is the author of Monstrous Fertility, a series of erotic novels which feature an epic science-fiction story with horror elements, set in a high-tech, alternate-reality world where aliens and vampires contend for control of humanity’s future.

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Chapter 1: The Night After

My eyes open. I’m lying on my side, and Lord Elyon’s strong gray arms are still wrapped around me.

We’re exactly where we ended our wedding-night passion: totally naked on top of the red satin sheets of his huge metal four-poster bed, in the circular niche of our bedroom in his ancient fortress. Even without any light source, my vampiric eyes can see every detail perfectly.

The heavy red curtain is still drawn over the portcullis which seals the niche off from the rest of the bedroom. The small window-slits high up in the rough gray stone walls around the room are dark—we must have slept the entire day!

There’s also my crown, sitting on the silver nightstand next to his.

Considering that I awoke as a vampire only two-and-a-half days ago, the time has passed extremely quickly.

Since then, I’ve learned so much about the Cult, about my new husband, and about his plans to save humanity from the evil Hierarchy and the G’raahl’s genetic corruption. Then there was our wedding, my reunion with both my old mentor Sofie and my long-lost parents. As if this wasn’t enough, there’s all that my Lord told me about how he’s going to mate with me until all my eggs are used up, to maximize his army before he invades the planet to destroy the Hierarchy.

It’s almost too much to process, and I’m sure I’ll be thinking about all this for weeks, if not years.

As I roll onto my back, I feel something shift inside me. When I look down over the curves of my huge J-cup breasts, I see my lower stomach protruding upward by nearly four inches!

I gasp, and my mouth hangs open as I rub my bony, large-knuckled and sharp-nailed hands over my light-gray mound. It’s perfectly smooth, thanks to how my belly-button was healed away when I became a vampire.

It’s so bizarre to think that only three weeks ago when I graduated from the Hierarchy’s commune I was terrified of becoming pregnant, and equally terrified of the Cult. But now I’m a voluptuous undead monster, with Lord Elyon’s vampiric offspring growing in my womb!

I suppose it’s an accomplishment, of a sort? Nova had been encouraging me to get pregnant, after all. It just happened in a way that I never expected. What would Nova say if she could see me now? Would she be proud of me?

No—realistically, she would probably be horrified by my vampiric self, and equally terrified by my monstrous husband. Perhaps it’s good that she doesn’t know.

I have no idea what she thinks has happened to me, but I hope she’s not worried about me. I miss her, but she’s probably busy enough with her own approaching due-date. Maybe she’ll move in with her Nurse friend Chari for some company?

My Lord stirs behind me and kisses my bare gray shoulder.

"Mmmm, good morning, or should I say, evening, my dear Lilith," he says in his deep voice, and hugs me tight.

Yes, you too. But… I’m so large already?

"You should not be surprised. As I told you before, my progeny grow quickly."

He rubs my belly with his oversized hand and I stare at his enlarged knuckles, tendons, and his long dark-gray talons. Yet I find his touch strangely comforting.

There’s no sense of hunger in my stomach, but something in my chest feels tight, and suddenly I can’t get the wonderful flavor of Alec’s blood out of my mind. My mouth salivates at the memory, and I think I want more…

Indeed, Lilith. Now that you are pregnant, you shall need to feed once every day.

"I need to kill someone every day?!" I gasp.

No, my love. We do not need to kill anyone, he says, as he pulls me tighter. "Instead, you, like all my thralls and vampires, will eternally thirst for my blood."

"Your blood?" My brow furrows, but now I remember how he had offered his own blood as a toast at our wedding.

But how do you make enough to feed everyone? I ask, as my eyebrows rise up. Not only that, but how would he even have time to do anything else?

He chuckles softly. There will be time for answers later. But now, please feed upon me, my love, for I, too, feel your hunger.

He rolls onto his back and tilts his head up, while laying his arms out to either side of his strong torso.

Feed upon him? But he’s the leader of the entire Cult! Somehow, it seems wrong. However, he is offering himself, and I’m so hungry…

With just a little difficulty adjusting to my swollen stomach, I roll over and crawl toward him.

My eyes begin to burn, and I know they’re glowing bright red as I examine his strong, muscular neck. Again, I note that his skin lacks the two dark-gray circular scars that his fangs permanently left on mine when he converted me.

Instinctively, I sink my sharp fangs into the side of his neck. His metallic blood fills my mouth, and I drink.

He gasps, then breathes deeply while moaning just a little, as if he’s enjoying it just as much as I enjoyed his bite! A surge of pleasure spreads through me also. Oh, I could just do this forever!

But soon, my hunger is satisfied, and I pull back from him. I see no wound on his neck, but only a small smudge of dark red on his gray skin. The regenerative powers of his vampiric blood really are astounding.

You are becoming a natural at this, Lilith, he says, and smiles, showing me his fangs. I’m not sure whether to feel proud or ashamed, but at least I’m feeling less hungry.

My Lord sits up and climbs off the bed. With a quick motion, he pulls back the heavy red velvet curtain covering the portcullis, then steps over to the panel on the wall next to it. He inserts his hexagon-shaped signet ring into the slot on the panel, and turns his hand.

A loud click tells me that the portcullis is now unlocked. I watch all my husband’s gorgeous back and arm muscles bulge as he turns the industrial wheel mounted on the wall below the ring-slot. With a creaking rumble, the portcullis lifts up and slowly retracts up inside the pointed arch above it.

Stepping toward the bed, he offers me his large hand. Come, my dear.

I reach out and take it. My foot meets the bare stone floor, and I marvel how all our clothing which he had passionately strewn around the bed last night has somehow disappeared.

He’s still completely naked, as am I. All I’m wearing are my thick silver wrist-cuffs and ankle-cuffs, along with the permanent silver choker with its embedded red jewel, and the matching earrings.

He helps me off the bed, then leads me through the short hallway into the main bedroom itself. Here, he stops me, and we stand together in front of the life-size erotic stone statue.

Again, I’m astounded at how accurately the statue portrays my vampiric body with my huge breasts, my monstrous hands and feet, and now, my pregnant belly. Although I’m sure that even if the sculpted version of me outstretched her arms, she couldn’t reach fully around her large belly. In comparison, my real belly is currently rather small.

"Am I going to become… uh… that large?" I ask, as I cradle my belly, and stare at the statue’s enormous stone one.

"Larger, my love. My Lord stands behind me, and wraps his arms over mine, also placing his hands on my belly. After all, I did give you twice as much fertility potion as normal, and then you drank twice as much again! Even now, you are growing four times more quickly than my brides usually do."

At the time, it had seemed like a good idea to drink the extra potion. But now, I’m sort of worried about what I’ve gotten myself into.

He grasps my hands, and holds them gently but firmly against my prominent mound.

"Close your eyes, and feel yourself grow, he says, as he kisses my bare shoulder. Marvelous, is it not?"

As unnerved as I am by his comments, I do like he says. When I focus, I think I really can feel myself growing! It’s astounding, and I’m both amazed and anxious. If I’m growing this fast, and I’m this large already, then just how long will it be until…

Three days, my dear, he says.

I’m still finding our mental connection and his ability to read my thoughts unusual, but at least I have an answer.

Wait, three days?!

But even Nova said it would take her three weeks before she would give birth to all the unnatural Hybrid offspring growing inside her. I had been worried about what such a rapid Hybrid pregnancy would do to my human body, but now, not only am I going to give birth far sooner, but I’m also going to grow far larger than I ever imagined!

My heart begins beating fast, and I can feel anxiety rising in me as I look down at my swelling belly. This is the very first time I’ve been pregnant, and now, it looks like I’m going to become very pregnant, very quickly!

And I shall love every minute of it, my Lord says quietly into my ear.

He kisses my neck tenderly, and holds me against him. Something hard appears and presses up against the top of my ass cheeks. I can’t believe that he’s actually aroused by my pregnant body!

My brides are always at their most beautiful when they are pregnant, and you are no exception, my queen. I wish to enjoy you yet again, but we should not delay. Please, my love, allow me to bathe you. Then, I will show you my fortress, and introduce you to your future progeny.

Chapter 2: Bathed by Lord Elyon

Lord Elyon steps around me, takes my right hand and guides me down the flight of steps which curve around the statue. Quickly, he leads me across the room toward the shorter arched door set into the dark stone wall to my left.

The wavy tips of my brown hair tickle the back of my calves as we hurry toward the bathroom. The rapid movement makes my belly jiggle, making me very aware of its size and presence.

We rush into the bathroom where he turns on the tub’s pewter faucet full blast. The smooth stone basin begins to fill with hot water.

And now your hair, my love.

I turn to look at myself in the oval mirror above the sink. It’s true that my hair is still in the half-updo that Sofie had styled it into before the wedding.

As the tub continues to fill, my Lord gestures toward the mirrored metal vanity table at the far end of the bathroom.

Stepping over to it, I sit down on the black velvet-padded stool, as he begins quickly taking out pin after pin from my hairdo and placing them on the vanity’s silver surface. Soon my extremely long wavy hair is completely loose.

To my surprise, he also reaches up and unties the black ribbon that holds his wavy dark hair in a low ponytail. With a shake of his head, his hair flows down to just below the tops of his strong shoulders, and my pussy twinges at the sight.

As intimidating as he was when I first met him in his black hooded robes, and as majestic as he looked in his wedding regalia, I think I like him best when he’s completely nude like this. He just seems more relatable, more human, somehow, even though I know he’s a three-thousand year old vampire, as his faint exotic accent and strange way of speaking constantly remind me.

The room is quickly filling with steam as he turns and steps down into the large round bathtub beneath the pointed archway. My Lord stands there with his hand out, beckoning me to join him, but I take a moment to ogle all his muscles which are as perfectly sculpted as those of the statue outside.

Nova would be so incredibly jealous if she could only see him like this, I hope? After all, she had loved how muscular the half-alien Hybrids were, and even I had found their height and their massive physique a tiny bit attractive.

However, they were so horribly ugly with their strange rubbery orange skin, their chin-tentacles, side-gills, the long bent legs, and their webbed hands and toes. Not to mention the four arms, the matching four breasts, wiggly tapered penis-organ and the squishy orangey-transparent sac just above their spine-rimmed pussies.

How I ever managed to bring myself to allow one to slide its organ up inside me, and almost ejaculate, I’ll never know. Even worse, I remember how I had allowed Ivan in his very evolved form to nearly impregnate me.

Although Lord Elyon is also a monster, with his gray skin, his dark ruby-red eyes, and the unnaturally long and thick nails on his large hands, he’s infinitely more attractive than Ivan or the Hybrids ever were.

Come to me, my dear.

Even when his eyes flare into the bright red shade and he smiles at me revealing his long ivory fangs, I eagerly step down into the tub.

He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me toward him. My large breasts press against his defined abs, and with a sigh, I lean my head against his bulging pectorals. He rests his cheek on my forehead, while his other hand gently caresses the back of my head.

Once again, as at our wedding, the purest love for him fills my heart. This is completely where I belong, and I could never want anything besides this.

Even if it meant becoming a vampire, drinking his blood and bearing his offspring, I know I’ve made the right choice. My Lord will love me forever, and I’ll never be alone again or feel pressured by the evil Hierarchy to go along with their awful plans. I’m completely safe, completely loved, and more beautiful than I could ever imagine.

Please immerse yourself, my love.

I look up at him, and touch his strong pectorals. As I kneel, I run my hands over his rippled abdominals, nothing the slight bit of dark hair that runs down the center of them toward his huge, gray erection.

Now that I’m on my knees, having my mouth this close to his penis reminds me of how I had sucked Ivan’s dick the first day of work. But my Lord’s cock is nearly a third longer than Ivan’s was then, and probably twice as thick!

The darker-gray veins which crawl along his ten-inch length stand out from his shaft. If I didn’t have these fangs, I might try to suck his cock, as I had for Ivan. But instead I reach my hand up to gently grip his vampiric penis, then begin to stroke it.

Oh, my dear Lilith, he moans. He savors the pleasure I’m giving him for just a moment. However, soon he reaches down and gently directs my hand away. There will be time for that later, but now, we must not delay.

I’m confused. If I’ve got three days, then why is he concerned about delays?

He reaches for a glass bottle with a silver spout which sits in a niche in the stone wall behind him. After pouring some creamy liquid into his hands, he promptly lathers it up.

I dip myself under the steamy surface of the water, and soak my amazingly long hair. It sticks to my back and the weight tugs on my head when I rise back up.

Turn around, so I may wash your lovely hair.

Despite his long nails, my Lord expertly massages the soap into my hair, working it through all my dark tresses. My hair is so long that he has to take several more squirts of shampoo in order to lather it all up, causing a floral fragrance to fill the room.

I glance at the curved wall behind the basin, and look into the three narrow mirrors mounted on it.

The central mirror reflects the side-profile of my pregnant belly, which sticks out five inches from my wide gray hips. My large breasts rest on top of it just a little. Have I actually grown visibly larger even in the short time since I woke up?

Now that I examine myself in more detail, it seems that my breasts are also larger than they were last night. I reach up and grasp them in my monstrous hands, and I’m certain that I can grip less of them now than before my Lord impregnated me.

To my surprise, my nipples have also turned a much darker shade of purplish-gray. They’re as dark as my lips are, and the tips of my thick nipples stick out a whole inch from my areolas.

While he finishes lathering up my hair with the soapy suds, I just stand here, and again close my eyes, attempting to feel myself growing. My clit twinges, and my pussy pulses. Am I getting turned on by the thought of my own pregnant body?

No, that’s ridiculous. I’ve dreaded being pregnant for as long as I can remember.

Why should it be ‘ridiculous’ to enjoy being pregnant, when it is what your body is made for? Lord Elyon suggests. I also find your expectant form extraordinarily arousing.

He wraps his large fingers around my hips, and presses himself up against me, including his hard erection which pushes between the top of my ass-cheeks.

Perhaps, we can afford a… short delay. May I take you once again? he asks gently.

Here? Again? You know the answer to that!

Then, please say it, my love.

Yes, I, I want you… inside me. And then I want you to, uh…

To what?

To… to inseminate me! I finally blurt out. Fuck me! Fill me up with your huge vampire dick! Blow your undead cum in me!

It’s rather embarrassing to admit my innermost and rather unsophisticated-sounding desires out loud like this, but I suppose he knows them already. I guess it’s just weird hearing those words come from my own lips.

He chuckles gently. Yes, that’s better, Lilith. And now I will fulfill your request…

Eagerly, I bend over and spread my legs, and reach out to grip the edge of the stone tub for support.

Turning my head to give me a view of the three mirrors on the curved stone wall, I love the sight of my large gray breasts and belly hanging from my body. He runs his hands down my sides, which reassures me that at least from behind, I’ve still got my hourglass figure. Then he bends over and massages my round stomach with his monstrous hands. My long still-soapy hair hangs down to my left and falls into the tub below.

I gasp, as he pushes his rock-hard penis into my pussy. Lubricated by my own arousal, he slides himself in easily. My vagina stretches to accommodate his girth and length, and I feel the tip of his cock nudge my cervix, sending a twinge of pleasure through me.

"Oh Lilith, you are simply perfect!" he says as begins into me. My strong arms tremble as they absorb the pressure of his powerful thrusting.

I open my mouth and begin to breathe deeply, as I savor the rhythm of his vampiric dick sliding within me. My pussy clenches on his shaft in time with his thrusts.

He picks up the tempo, gripping my hips tightly. My body jostles forward as his hips pound into my ass, making my breasts sway, and the contents of my womb jiggle. This motion makes me even more aware of my belly’s presence.

Please continue thinking about my progeny in your womb. It arouses me greatly.

As he continues to pound me, I try to do as he says, but it’s difficult.

Even though I know how big I am now, I don’t know how many of his offspring are in me, or what they’ll even look like! Just how big am I going to grow? What if I just keep getting bigger, and bigger, and…

Ahhhhh, yes, he groans, and I feel his cock pulse as he releases into me.

Simultaneously, I reach my peak, and my pussy clenches down hard on his shaft.

Oh yes, YES! OHHH! I cry out.

I gasp and moan while my Lord finishes himself off in me. He gives several long thrusts, each one ending with a spurt of his room-temperature cum.

Has he filled my womb yet again? Does that mean I’m going to become even more pregnant? Is that even possible for vampires? If it is, how absolutely enormous would my body grow then?

"Oh, oh please, impregnate me again, vampire," I whisper. My orgasm continues as I fantasize about this possibility, while breathing and moaning heavily.

Finally, he pulls out of me, and my knees become weak. I sink down into the warm water which rises up above my nipples. As I lie back against the curved side of the basin, I sigh with total satisfaction, simply enjoying the remnants of ecstasy flowing through my veins.

My husband also sinks down and cuddles up next to me. I rest my soapy head on his muscular chest, as he gently strokes my belly. The tops of my huge breasts protrude above the water, and so does the uppermost curve of my belly.

"Am I going to become even more pregnant now?" I ask with trepidation. I’m not sure what I want the answer to be.

No, my love. Remember, our undead bodies are only fertile after we drink my potion. And I would not do that to you—one pregnancy is more than enough for your body at a time.

Well that’s a relief. Yet I’m noticing a slight tingle beginning in my breasts which I didn’t feel earlier this evening. It sort of reminds me of when I drank the bottle of the Plump-A-Cup breast-enlarging enhancer?

Yet I’m distracted by the sight of my round gray belly. If I pay very, very close attention, I can actually see it rising up out of the water! My mouth drops open, and I rub my hands over myself, again wondering exactly what it is that’s growing in me.

Ah, ha, ha… he chuckles. "Do not excite me again, my dear Lilith, he says, as he squeezes me tight. But you are right, we should not delay any longer."

I tilt my head back, and allow him to wash all the suds out of my hair. He reaches up to the ledge behind the basin, and grabs an old-style bar of soap. Snapping it in half, he passes me one half, and takes the other for himself.

First, I wash all the remnants of Sofie’s wedding makeup off my face. It’s strange to feel the tips of my now-pointy ears, and how I’m still wearing jewelry while in the bath, but I love rubbing the slick soap over my huge tingling breasts. My nipples are so sensitive, I think I could sit here and rub them all day!

But then, given how quickly I’m growing, that’s probably not a good idea. Although, just where is he going to take me? He mentioned a tour, but then what?

I look over and watch my Lord dunk his hair under the water. It comes up plastered to his head, but with the tips of his pointed ears visible.

He smiles at me, then proceeds to seemingly deliberately pose in ways that show off his impressive muscles to their maximum potential as he lathers himself up, washing out his hairy armpits, his rippling abs, even his perfect ass. With every new pose he groans in a rather exaggerated way.

This makes me smile. Is he trying to be funny, in his own way? Who would’ve thought it.

Maybe there’s a lot more to him than I expected, and I’ll have an eternity to discover it. Hopefully someday I’ll hear the story behind the dark-gray scar between his pectorals, but now’s not the time for that.

I finish rinsing myself off, and he does also. We step out into the bathroom, and he reaches for the large white towel on the silver rack standing nearby. He wraps it around me and holds me close, then proceeds to gently dry me off. I love feeling his arms around me again, and his strong but careful touch as he massages every inch of my body with the soft fabric.

My hair is still damp as he takes the towel and dries himself off.

Now come, I will show you my fortress, introduce you to some of my officials, and then…

"But, naked?" I say, as he takes my hand and begins to lead me back into the bedroom. Surely, he can’t expect me to just waltz through his fortress like this?

"Of course not, my dear. However, you will need an outfit which can accommodate your enlarging figure. I have just the thing…"

The words send a faint thrill through me. So it’s not just my imagination—I really am growing larger by the minute!

Chapter 3: Touring the Fortress

Back in the main bedroom, my Lord leads me over to the same silver wardrobe that Sofie had almost-miraculously pulled my wedding gown out of.

Now he opens it, and again, I can make out shapes of fabric inside. Which reminds me, just where did our wedding outfits disappear to?

The more I think about it, the more all the strange things I’ve seen in the last few days come back to me.

How had my Lord suddenly produced a second chalice just when we needed it at my conversion? Who had dressed me in the strange outfit I woke up in when he first brought me here from the Mega-City? Not only that, but how did I get here so quickly when the city is far away? Even more perplexing—how had Sofie gotten that seamless metal corset over her hourglass figure?

There’s something really weird going on here.

My Lord chuckles, and a small smile comes over his dark lips.

Oh dear Lilith, how I love your curiosity. But you have already seen the Overseer’s power of teleportation, achieved by converting our bodies into energy and back again into matter. It is no different for the Overseer to de-materialize matter and convert it into an entirely different form. There are endless possibilities, and in this way the Overseer provides for all my Cult’s physical needs without requiring my Cultists to perform long hours of physical labor or resource-gathering.

Huh, I mutter.

This fortress, for example, was not built with vampiric hands. Neither was our statue carved by a vampiric artist, as you assumed. Indeed, it was the Overseer who dressed you before you awoke, in the outfit I had chosen, and who formed your wedding gown for my servant Sophia to dress you in, again, according to my specifications. Not only that, but the Overseer can also do this—

He snaps his fingers, and instantly, my formerly-damp hair is completely dry and perfectly wavy. So is his! His dark waves are tied back in his usual low ponytail with the black ribbon. I gasp in amazement.

Instead of our pointy crowns, we’re also both wearing thin silver bands across our foreheads, much like the one he had worn at my conversion.

So like Sofie said, you can do this because you’re mentally connected to the Overseer, right? In the same way that I’m connected to you?

"My dear, I am the Overseer, in a way. It is difficult to explain. But he is me, and I am him. We share the same consciousness."

I’m so confused. I thought Sofie had said the Overseer was made of pure energy? But Lord Elyon is definitely physical.

Do not worry about it now, my love.

He reaches into the wardrobe, and pulls out a pair of black leather pants, which he slides his feet into and pulls up over his strong calves and thighs.

But then, if you, or the Overseer can do all this, why bother with anything? Why dry off with a towel, get dressed, or walk anywhere if you can just teleport?

He laces up the front of his leather pants, ties them off, and reaches inside for his loose, long-sleeved black shirt. He slides it on easily over his head, adjusting the crisscrossing strings over his bulging upper pectorals.

"Because you, I, and all creatures are meant to be physical beings, and to interact with the physical world. Thus, I only use the Overseer’s power when there is no other way, or to provide for my kingdom, or occasionally, for what you would call fun."

Now, he grabs his black leather vest, slides it on over his shirt, and begins fastening it on the side of his chest with shiny silver buttons. The deep V-neck still reveals the center of his strong pectorals.

But it doesn’t make sense. If you have that power, then why not just de-materialize the Hierarchy’s cities and wipe them all out in an instant? Why start the Cult, and try to persuade people to join you, and send undercover thralls like Sofie to infiltrate the Hierarchy? Why even bother planning an invasion at all?

He reaches inside the wardrobe one last time, which had looked empty just a second ago. He pulls out his usual long black cape, with the tall collar. With a flourish, he wraps it around himself, and fastens the small chain at his neck.

To my surprise, he then stops, and lets out a heavy sigh. A far-away look appears in his dark red eyes.

Why not simply un-make the entire planet, no? he asks.

I guess? It really would seem to be the simplest solution, if he wants to wipe out the Hierarchy and the mutated alien G’raahl who are contaminating humanity’s genes.

He gently takes my hand, and leads me over to the nearby silver metal table and the matching ornate black-velvet-padded chairs. He sits down in one, and I take the other.

"Although I could, for I have the ability to do it, I could not bear to. It would break my heart to have to sacrifice yet another planet because of the G’raahl’s stubborn arrogance."

Why? I ask, quietly.

"Consciousness, my love," he says, as he takes my hand, and gently caresses it.

Consciousness is what the Overseer is, and is what the Overseer loves more than anything else. However, he cannot create it as he can create other physical matter from the vast reservoir of energy in his being. Instead, he seeded every habitable planet with the first self-reproducing cells in the hope that one day, consciousness might arise—ideally, creatures with advanced consciousnesses, such as humans and similar species on many other worlds. He hoped that one day, he would be able to reveal himself to these consciousnesses, so that he would not be alone.

I think I understand. The few times I’ve been alone it was awful.

But if the G’raahl and Hybrids are conscious too, then why destroy them? I ask.

Because, having refused my generous offer to correct their mutated genes, they are now driven by blind rage and vengeance, due to their arrogance and pride. Now, what they cannot corrupt they will simply destroy.

His eyes burn bright red, and his face hardens as his thick eyebrows come together. His monstrous right hand clenches into a fist, while his left grips mine more tightly.

"Yet they know that to destroy a conscious creature is the most offensive act to the Overseer, for it undermines the goal of his life-giving project! If the Hierarchy could, they would destroy the Overseer himself."

He takes a deep breath, and calms himself, as his bright eyes dim a little.

However, since that is beyond their capabilities, they plan to turn every consciousness in the entire galaxy against the Overseer, depriving him of the consenting, loving intimacy with other consciousnesses that he so very much desires. Instead of being loved by all the lifeforms he created, he would be eternally hated by them, unless he were to destroy them all, leaving himself eternally alone.

Wow. Okay, now I understand why Lord Elyon and the Cult hate the Hierarchy, the Hybrids, and the G’raahl so much. How ironic it is then that the Hierarchy had claimed that it was my Lord and his Cultists who were evil, and who wanted to kill and enslave everyone in the world.

He sighs, and looks down at the floor.

It pains me more than you can imagine, my dear, to lose even a single conscious being. Yet for the good of all other conscious species, the remaining G’raahl and every last Hybrid must be destroyed. However, I am determined to do it in such a way that spares as many human consciousnesses as possible. Unfortunately, any evolved humans who side with the Hierarchy and refuse to let me heal them must also be destroyed.

I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, I say, and squeeze his hand. Who would have ever thought that an undead vampire would value life so much?

He squeezes mine in return, and looks up, then gives me a small smile.

No, do not be sorry, my love. Ironically, the G’raahl’s genetic corruption of humanity and their ancient betrayal of myself has allowed the Overseer to discover something of unfathomable value—the secret of immortality! Now, the Overseer can create immortal consciousnesses to be with him forever.

Isn’t that what you are? I ask. Why not just create more of you?

"Remember, Lilith, I am the Overseer, in a way. While it is true that he could create even more discrete physical bodies to disperse his consciousness into as he did for me, it would be as meaningless as you speaking to yourself."

I suppose.

"Indeed, Lilith. In fact, the Overseer’s goal is to create trillions upon trillions of unique conscious intelligent creatures. The Overseer can then

Reviews for Monstrous Fertility

[Elizabeth · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

A serious train wreck of an erotic novel. Read at your peril.