Chapter 307: S*xy Steward? Check!!!

"Arwen, my dear," I said again, letting her name hang in the air like the promise of silk ropes and whispered sin. I leaned across the table, silver hair cascading over one shoulder, lips curled into a seductive grin sharp enough to bleed on. "We are one big, happy, wet family… and I want you to be part of it."

She didn't shrink back. Not even an inch. Those deep ocean-blue eyes held mine, cool and calculating and brave, gods help her. Her pulse was visible now, fluttering delicately in her throat like a caged thing beneath flawless skin. I could smell her heartbeat. Feel the tension radiating from her—cloaked in calm, but underneath? A storm. A virgin on the edge of divine combustion.

I loved her already. And I'll love her more when she spreads her legs too and pushes out our child.

"Family," she said, voice measured. "A curious word for a goddess of sex."

"Exactly," I said, licking a stray drop of wine from the rim of my glass. "A family of moaning acolytes fucked into worship. Of obedient offspring begging to be bred. Of creatures who give everything in exchange for the pleasure of being seen. Not ruled. Claimed. And if you join us—truly—you'll never be alone again."

Arwen's gaze dropped briefly to the scroll hovering between us, the contract humming with my essence, waiting for her touch to seal it. Her fingers twitched—whether from fear, desire, or both, I couldn't tell. Maybe even she didn't know.

"Your terms are accepted," I added, leaning back again, lazy and wicked and intent. "Your virginity and children belong to me. I won't rape you of course, when I touch you, Arwen, you will be eager and begging for it."

My voice sent shivers down her spine. She tried to hide the quakes, but I saw. I sensed the unraveling of a knot, long buried beneath calm, diplomatic authority. Of course, I won't stop at one kid. And I'm 100% sure after she tastes the pleasure I'll gift her, this elf will beg to have more of my offspring.

"..."

A pause. She stood then, slow and poised, every inch of her regal—even with nothing between her skin and the open air. And damn, that body. Curves sculpted by divine design, legs long and tight with tension, nipples stiff from the wine-soaked air of the sanctum.

She didn't move to cover herself.

"Then I only have one final stipulation," she said, voice a notch lower.

"Oh?" I rose to meet her, hand flicking away the food-laden table with a casual motion of divine will. Space cleared between us.

Arwen stepped forward, close now, enough to feel the divine warmth radiating from me like a furnace of hunger and promise.

"If I choose to give myself to you," she said, standing tall despite the blush in her cheeks, "I want it to be just us. No audience. No ceremonial offering. No display."

I didn't hesitate.

"Done," I said, stepping forward until we were nose to nose. "But once I've claimed you, once my seed is inside you and your thighs are too weak to close, then you belong to me in full. Mind, body… and womb."

Arwen's breath hitched audibly. Her eyes widened—just a little, not in fear.

In awareness.

"I understand," she whispered. "I accept this contract."

"Nice." My smile was slow, indulgent, terrifying.

"Then sign, Arwen."

Arwen reached out, her hand steady as she took the parchment scroll. The golden runes pulsed brightly, reacting to her touch, and she pressed her thumb firmly against the designated area. A drop of her blood welled up, mixing with the divine ink, and the scroll glowed with an intense light before the runes faded, leaving behind a shimmering seal.

"It is done, Goddess Morgana. I am yours." She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of resolve and anticipation.

"Yes, you are, Arwen. And I am very pleased with your decision." I took the scroll from her, feeling the power of the contract pulse through my veins. Keeping true to my words I snapped my fingers, removing the slave seal from her right arm.

"Welcome to our big happy and very wet family."

"I am honored, Goddess. And I am ready to fulfill my duties." Arwen's expression remained composed, but I could sense the storm of emotions raging beneath the surface.

'Aaah!... A work freak.'

"Excellent." I smiled, a genuine one. "But first, rest for now, take a bath, eat. You need your strength back. We can start tomorrow."

"Understood, Goddess. Thank you." She bowed, hands clasped in front of her.

'Oof... she needs to get those sticks out of her butt.'

"Morgana. Call me Morgana, and I'll call you by name too, Arwen."

I wanted to create a bond between us not based on servitude, a real bond where we can fuck around without feeling weird about it.

"Alright, Morgana."

The way her voice formed my name sent sparks of heat tumbling up my thighs—both possessive and pleased.

'All in good time, Morgana.'

After that, I guided the elf to one of the breeding rooms and showed her how she could customize it. She was surprised and interested in how the system works. But she didn't dare to ask any questions for now.

"This will be your room for now until we build a fitting house for you. Enjoy the luxuries of your new room. I have a feeling you're going to fit in just fine here."

"Thank you, Morgana. I will do as you command." Arwen bowed slightly, a small smile playing on her lips.

'Sigh... girl take that 20-inch dick out of your ass.'

"And Arwen?" As she turned to leave, I called out to her, "Do not keep me waiting for too long. I am eager to begin our journey together."

She looked back at me, her eyes held the same cold calculation as before, but I could sense the turmoil below. "Rest assured, Morgana, that my commitment to this position will not be found wanting."

"I can sense the truth of that. We shall speak soon, my lovely steward."

With that she closed the door, leaving behind a delicious tension that tightened in my cock and pussy with every breath. Patience is the key, and when she starts working on my land, interacting with sex and lust on a daily basis, melting that wall of cold is going to be a hell of fun.

"Soon I'll have elf daughters from another world... Hehehe"

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Returning to my throne room I spotted V playing in the pool, swimming like a dolphin using her bat wings to propel her. And boy. Was she fast!

"Ohh..." I grinned at that big round ass.

"Should I claim her virginity now?" I mused aloud, my eyes never leaving her lithe form as she dived under the water and emerged a moment later, shaking her head like a puppy, sending droplets flying in all directions.

[Morgana, didn't you already claim her virginity?] Herma's voice echoed in my mind, a gentle reminder of our past encounter.

"Herma, Herma, you still don't know," I replied, shaking my head in feigned disappointment. "Because of the Daywalker transformation, V can't recall most of the things that happened in the first few hours... So..."

[I see... you want to claim her again in the proper way and form memorable memories.] Herma's voice nodded approvingly.

"Well, yes, she deserves to experience it as a living, breathing woman, not an animal under the influence of Lust," I agreed, sitting back on the throne without letting V notice me. "Moreover, she has extraordinary regeneration abilities. Like me and most of my offspring, no matter how many times she has sex, she would always heal to be a virgin."

"Hey, Mother." V finally noticed me, waving cheerfully. She swam to the edge of the pool, her wings folding neatly behind her as she jumped out of the pool, taking an old notebook from the small table that was nearby.

"Here, Mother, I wrote what we need," she said, showing the old notes.

"Very good, V, good job!" I smiled, waving the notebook from the throne with a flash of mana.

What she asked for were basic things, and she did a good job in listing them—thanks to her time pretending to be a noblewoman. This was the first part of our plan, pretending to be a noblewoman and establishing a foothold in the human kingdoms and to do that, V needs a lot of money and pockets—for some reason, a lot of pockets.

"Impressive, V," I said, looking up from the notebook with a nod of approval. "You've thought of everything. This will indeed help you establish yourself among the human nobility."

With the help of my breeding shop and the Nexus shop, I could provide her with everything she needed—especially money. Gold and silver bars are cheap in the Nexus.

"Thank you, Mother." V beamed at me, her eyes shining with excitement before jumping into my lap. "I wanted to make sure I had everything I needed to succeed. I know how important this is to you and to our plans."

"You have done well, V. I am proud of you." I smiled, patting her head gently. "Now, let's make sure you have everything you need to start your new life."

"And bring an end to our enemies."

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