The Goddess' Champion

Despite her reluctance and his commitment, her son still decided to stay for the whole eight months... not only that but Caroline came to the town as well to take care of her, there were things that as a man he didn't know what to do and her dutiful daughter/daughter-in-law, took care of those.

Nova sighed in a little sadness... she was quickly unable to have intercourse after the first three months, and a doctor came to check up on her to confirm she likely was having triplets.

While the greater side of her felt awed, a smaller part was so scared of the whole birthing process, of what would happen after... Constantine was going to graduate from the academy in a year... he'd marry Caroline, she'd become the Queen and he'd be the King... a single year.

The entire kingdom was euphoric, he was still the Hero that had saved them from dozens of years of war with his marvellous stratagem, nobody wanted the fat King... they wanted the lean King; alliances were quickly made, and diplomats went to the town to meet him as he was unwilling to leave his mother's side, conflicts were resolved with words and wars stopped.

When it was time for her to give birth in the commodity of her house, by now a villa... she pushed, holding her son's hand as hard as she could, cursing him for cumming so much that day and knocking her up to this extent.

After an endless struggle, the baby finally came out, the nurse cut down the cord and gave it to another nurse who slapped the kid's butt to make him stop crying.

"One is out, my dear! Next, push!" The nurse said as if she was some sort of coach.

"AHHH!!" Isabella's screams of pain were confused with the baby's wails... and with Constantine's pained grunts as the bones in his hand popped, it was likely going to be crushed, he saw the kid and felt dizzy all of the sudden.

"AHHH!!" Another yell from a newborn kid and Isabella fell back, utterly tired but this wasn't finished, she felt like she almost died just now and it was just the first.

"M-Mother, come on... you can do it..." He tried to cheer her up together with Penelope, Stella and Swan who were there with several other concubines to witness the entire process. Even the King was in a corner, his face was much like Constantine's when he felt Isabella's threatening aura.

The mother wasn't quite appreciative, she looked at her eldest son with a gaze that could slaughter pigs, in front of her this was not her son, instead, it was a perverted pig who put three babies in her womb at once.

"DAMN YOU!"

"..." The entire room fell silent, the might of the goddess couldn't be denied, even Caroline was scared shitless.

"Come on mummy, there is one more to go, you can do it, two out, just one more." The nurse was doing a fantastic job, she didn't get deterred by that aura at all.

"AHHHHH!!" Nova pushed with all her strength once again desiring that these were rather gods that she could create with a mere thought instead of these troublesome babies, she had enjoyed the overwhelming carnal pleasure that a mortal could feel, but now she was undergoing the pain as well... whether it was worthy or not, she didn't know... but she would know in a second.

She pushed and pushed yet it didn't feel like anything was coming out!

The nurse panicked when she saw something but kept her cool and didn't say anything, instead... she grasped the rather big head... bigger than it should be and encouraged the beauty more, "Come on, a little harder, push a little harder!"

"AHHHHHHH!!!" Isabella used all her might to the point even her eyes began shining in purple slightly!

*RUMBLE!!*

That was when the entire town began shaking!

"W-What's happening!?" Everybody panicked at the sudden event except for Isabella and the nurse who was determined to give birth to this baby.

"An earthquake, now?!"

"WAAAAAAA!!" The nurse, focused in her own work despite the Earthquake and plucked out the child's head from Isabella's vagina which had to spread marginally in order to let it out and was bleeding profusely.

The mix of the pain in his crushed hand, the earthquake, his mother's despaired yells and the earthquake... Constantine passed out there and then, his head hit a table just a second earlier than the king's as the two men in the room collapsed.

Nova was panting horribly... just now she felt as if the reaper was going to come for her soul, it was confirmed now, she could feel 'his' aura tightly locked around her, but at this stage, she couldn't care any less.

"M-My children, please..." She said with a voice that lacked life, all she wanted was to see her children but even her sight was blurred and she felt dizzy, adrenaline had kicked in with such a great impact that it worked like a potent drug, blocking all the pain but also rationality.

The nurse and Caroline came with the three cleaned children... and it was quickly obvious to the princess that one of them wasn't okay.

"My babies..." Even then, with her sight blurred she received her three children, still a little dizzy, she smiled and the previous hatred from a moment ago vanished like smoke, there was merely unfathomable love, the one she had yet to experience, the boundless love of a mother to her newborns, with Constantine it had been a mixture of hatred and sadness... this time her children were conceived with love instead of abuse.

"C-Constantine... dear, look." She laughed lightly, calling for her beloved to look at the beauty that they had created together.

Sadly, that beloved had long passed out.

"Wake up! What are you sleeping for!?" Caroline splashed some water on her fiancé's face and ended up waking up with a head start, scared like never before. Stella also sighed and splashed some water on her husband's face, men were always like this.

"M-Mother, the child!" The conqueror yelled as if recalling his last memory, he thought he passed out a year ago. How that head popped out and the amount of blood that came out, it had been too much for him to take. As if he had never seen blood in his life or killed anyone.

When he settled down he saw her, holding their three children and smiling happily, but one of them had a bigger head than the rest.

"W-What is wrong with him?" He stuttered, afraid... placing his hand on Isabella's shoulder, she fell asleep absolutely fatigued, having finished her day's worth of work.

It was a little girl and two boys.

One of the boys had a head twice as big as his father's own fist.