Village Head's Debauchery-Chapter 1351: All Their Ecstasy(6)**, Orion’s Paradise!

Her body twitched with pleasure. However, because Orion had erased his fertility from his semen, it was pretty ordinary and brought no changes.

Her toes curled upwards. She squirted fiercely, drenching the bed.

Ayla was the top squirter within the household.

She collapsed on the bed tiredly. Her lips broke into a wide smile as she placed her hand over her forehead, withdrew her legs and turned to the side of the bed.

Orion turned around, grabbed Greta, and gently pushed her onto the bed.

Knowing that her time had come, Greta clenched the sheets and spread her legs apart, wrapping them around Orion’s waist.

Orion leaned in and kissed her lips, his hand caressing her arms, down to her armpits and toned belly, before gripping her waist firmly.

Within seconds, he adjusted his position and thrust forward.

Pahh~~

"Mmmh~~" Greta moaned uncontrollably as she felt Orion thrust deep, his length reaching the entrance of her womb.

Across Paradise, Orion and his wives were engaged in various acts of debauchery, some so intense that onlookers could only gape in disbelief.

Others would quickly avert their eyes, blushing as they hurried away, desperate not to imprint such carnal scenes into their memory.

.......

The morning light shone through the open windows of an enormous mansion, illuminating a room filled with children who appeared to be around two to two and a half years old.

Orion stood at the centre, barefoot, with an apron tied around his waist and a squirming Fiora strapped to his arm.

He cradled her twin brother, Ivan, who was gnawing on a glowing chunk of cloud as if it were candy.

As a true god, creation was literally at his fingertips, so conjuring a cotton candy-like cloud on a whim wasn’t even a challenge.

He had terminated all of his clones and now used his manifestations to watch over the children, as they were no different from him and far more efficient.

"Grace!" Orion called, narrowing his eyes at his firstborn, who was currently flying through one of the open windows with Astraea clinging to her back.

Liora flew beside her, wings fully spread. Her wings were milky white and pulsed with Iyria energy.

"Sorry, Daddy," Grace said meekly, flipping mid-air to gently lower Astraea onto the wide, fluffy mat.

Beneath the shade of a floating tree on their veranda, Luna was reading to Maeve and Aneira. However, it was unclear who was teaching whom, as Luna’s book had transformed into a sentient book spirit and was now tiredly scolding them for mispronouncing the runes incorrectly.

A short distance away, Alden and Nash were in the midst of a sparring match with wooden blades coated in Iyria energy. Behind them, Ragnar was mimicking their every move. He tripped over his own feet but was too determined to stop.

"Don’t destroy the veranda again!" Orion shouted at them.

"We won’t!" they responded loudly at the same time.

Just then, Nash slipped, accidentally driving his wooden sword into the stony wall at the edge of the veranda.

Lysander, Keira, and Jasmire were choreographing a dance on a raised wooden platform within the room.

Nearby, Remy and Milo sat cross-legged, building miniature sculptures of themselves out of enchanted clay that Celeste had left for the children to play with. Milo kept shyly glancing toward his sisters, then quickly looking away every time they giggled at him.

Not far off, Thalia and Oriana were seated on the fluffy mat, creating bracelets for themselves. Suddenly, Oriana paused and turned toward Orion.

"Daddy, we need more pink!" she announced loudly.

"Pink, what?" Orion asked, raising a brow.

"Pink everything!"

"Got it," Orion nodded in understanding.

With a thought, he conjured a bowl filled with glowing pink precious stones and gently dropped it in the centre of their little gathering.

"Thank you," they said simultaneously.

Behind the floating tree, Jasper was attempting to fly using handcrafted clay wings. Yara and Astrid stood beside him, acting as both cheerleaders and occasional saboteurs by channelling small gusts of wind in his direction.

"You’ll never be able to fly like Grace and Liora unless Daddy gives you a flying technique," Yara said sharply.

Orion was keeping an eye on them as well, but his attention was soon drawn toward the kitchen.

"Orion Junior!" Orion shouted, catching his ninth son sneaking cookies from the cupboard. Beneath him were Bara and Kimaya, holding him up.

"That’s your third raid this morning."

Orion Junior grumbled, "I’m growing."

Bara rolled her eyes. "You can’t think of a better excuse?"

Kimaya let go of his leg and stepped aside. They knew their father was watching now, so there was no point in trying to be sneaky anymore.

With a thought, Orion gently caught Orion Junior in mid-air before he could fall and placed him softly on the tiled floor.

BOOM!!

A minor explosion rippled out from the main room.

Orion turned to see Fiora and Ivan, who had been playing with an alchemy pot, accidentally mix explosive ingredients.

A burst of glowing bubbles erupted, spreading across the room.

The bubbles almost reached the rest of the children before Orion blocked them with a thought.

"I’ll get it!" Niamh said, rushing forward with a protective bubble-like shield wrapped around her body.

Orion sighed.

Another Orion stepped out from him and gently picked up Remy and Milo, who had started crying from the loud noise. "Shh... Daddy will keep you safe," he whispered softly.

Orion pondered if he had been too rash by using his powers to facilitate his children’s growth.

Suddenly, a chorus of loud wails echoed from upstairs, signalling that the rest of his younger children were now awake.

Despite the noise and chaos, his expression softened.

"Alright, everyone, who wants to hear Daddy’s next story?" He asked.

While he took care of the others upstairs, he figured he might as well calm those already awake.

More than a dozen hands shot into the air.

"MEEE!!" the children screamed in unison.

Orion sat down on the fluffy mat in the centre of the room.

The other walked away to calm down Remy and Milo.

The children walked, crawled, flew, and ran toward him, each trying to reach him first. Within moments, they had all gathered around.

Orion smiled warmly. At that moment, he knew he hadn’t made the wrong choice in life.

This was his eternity. They were his Paradise.

"I’ll tell you the story," he began, "of the day I went to rescue a princess and her entire race from a big, bad villain... and how he almost won."

........

Three days later,

Isadora had ascended to true godhood.

"How do you feel?" Orion asked, walking toward her with Isori in his arms.

Isadora had undergone a stunning transformation during her ascension, much like he had.

Her black hair had grown to twice her height, hovering weightlessly around her and shimmering like the dark cosmic night. Her irises had transformed into gleaming, leaf-shaped patterns. Her four ears had doubled in size, and her skin now radiated with a brilliant sheen.

Her attire had changed into a majestic green armour embedded with glowing stars and intertwining roots and clouds arranged in a unique formation. Draped over it was a matching cloak bearing a similar design.

Floating above her head was a crown-like structure formed from green stars and roots, while a radiant halo hovered behind her, radiating an intense light capable of disorienting even an average divine being.

Orion noted that every true god naturally manifested a halo upon their ascension.

He also understood that Isadora couldn’t have consciously designed such detailed divine garb immediately after ascending. Most likely, her current form was a near-perfect reflection of what their original creator might have once resembled.

However, Orion could sense that her abilities as a true god were still developing since her foundation for ascension had been built through his fertility and their unborn child. Additionally, the racial abilities of the four-eared elves were inherently passive rather than offensive.

Until she mastered a Law, which would be much easier now, given her current level of power, she could only remain within Paradise, serving as a deterrent against any true god attempting to breach its boundaries.

If taken outside of Paradise, she would be vulnerable against other true gods.

Isori was now awake, staring at Isadora with wide, curious eyes.

"I feel better. I can also see and sense things much more clearly," Isadora said, looking at her transformed body before turning to Orion with a smile.

Orion nodded. "Can you return to your previous form?" he asked.

Isadora nodded. If it weren’t for Orion’s aid, the divine pressure she radiated would have alerted every being residing within the cosmic trees.

A veil of radiant light briefly enveloped her before fading away.

Isadora had reverted to her previous form, dressed once again in her leaf-crafted dress.

The overwhelming divine aura was now hidden as she no longer radiated the presence of a true god but that of a mortal.

"Mummy is now a true god," Isadora said gently, smiling as she took Isori from Orion’s hands.

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