Chapter 492: All Bark, No Bite

The elf's face went from arrogant rage to utter disbelief. He probably expected me to either cower or make a run for it. Not to... evaluate him like a side of beef.

"Did... did she just say she's going to drink our blood?" one of the younger elves whispered to another, his knuckles white on his bowstring.

"Silence, fool!" the leader barked, though a flicker of uncertainty crossed his sharp features. "This is a trick! She seeks to unnerve us!"

"Is it working?" I asked, tilting my head and giving him my most innocent, doe-eyed look. The one I used right before I ripped the old monkey king a new asshole.

Hmm?... I don't recall making an innocent face when I fucked the brown monkey.

"You will regret this day, Drow-lover!" the elf spat, taking a step forward. "I command you to surrender the stag! It is destined for the Queen's Purification Ritual!"

"..."

I didn't respond, my eyes scanning the group of elves. There were five of them, three men and two women, all high elves, all well-equipped and well-trained. And they were all radiating a faint, sickly green aura that I recognized instantly.

The leader and the she-elf to his left had the strongest aura, and I think they are twins or just siblings due to their blonde hair and similar arrogant facial features.

Seeing my lack of reaction, the leader grew even more impatient, but before he could say anything, Vespera stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Morgana, wait," she said, her voice low and urgent. "Let's be smart about this. We have the invitation, we have the stag. There's no need for a fight."

"Don't worry, there won't be a fight..." I said, turning my head to look at her.

'... but a one-sided slaughter,' I finished in my head.

"Hey bitch!" the sister suddenly shouted. "My brother is talking to you, show some respect!"

"... respect is earned," I replied, my gaze shifting back to the leader, who was now seething with anger.

'This is going to be fun,' I thought to myself.

"How dare you disrespect me?" he said, raising his sword. "My family is the most powerful in the capital! You are nothing but a common whore! My name is--"

"You talk too much," I said, raising my hand. "Let's end this in a more... civilized manner."

"Oh? And what would that be?" he asked, a smirk on his face. Perhaps my words gave the wrong impression.

"Are you going to beg for your life? Maybe offer us your body in exchange for the stag?" the she-elf taunted, her hand reaching for a dagger at her belt.

'How predictable.'

"No, no, I meant in a more elvish way," I said, shaking my head, then staring at the leader. "Your penis vs my dick. The biggest wins and gets to keep the stag."

"!!!" The entire group went silent, their faces contorted with a mixture of shock, confusion, and disgust. Even Vespera was frozen in place, her mouth slightly agape.

But she quickly covered her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle.

"And for you," I then turned my attention to the she-elf. "I was going to propose a breast comparison, but clearly you don't have any."

My words hung in the air, thick and heavy. The forest seemed to hold its breath. The leader's face went from pale white to a deep, dangerous red.

"You... you... WHORE!" he roared, his composure finally shattering. "I will kill you! I will cut you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!"

"That's what I thought." I rolled my eyes. "All bark and no bite... if you got the balls, whip it out right here, right now."

I then undid my belt and let my trousers drop, my semi-hard cock springing free.

The elves gasped, their eyes widening in shock and horror.

"Now it's your turn," I said, a challenging glint in my eyes. "Or are you scared that I'll make fun of your tiny dick?"

"Oh, and you can join too," I added, staring at the other two men. "The more the merrier."

"..."

The clearing fell into a silence so absolute you could hear the microscopic rustle of the moss under the White Stag's hooves. The high elves looked like they'd been turned to stone by a Medusa who specialized in mortification.

Vespera, meanwhile, had moved past the "stifling a giggle" phase and was now openly trembling, one hand pressed hard against her mouth, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. I could hear the little muffled squeaks escaping her efforts.

"Morgana," she choked out, "there are diplomatic incidents, and then there is... whatever this is."

"It's an empirical measurement of authority, Ves," I replied airily, giving my length a casual, rhythmic bounce. The morning sunlight hit it just right, making the veins pulse with a faint, dark crimson light. "Well? I'm waiting. Or does the 'most powerful family in the capital' suffer from a hereditary lack of equipment?"

"You... you dare... in front of... my sister?" the leader stammered, his sword arm trembling. He pointed the blade not at me, but at my cock, as if trying to ward off an evil spirit.

"I'll have your entire family executed for this!" he said, raising his sword. "Everyone down to the last child!"

Clink!

The sound of metal hitting the forest floor was followed by a collective gasp. All heads turned to the elf leader, who now stood with an empty right hand, his sword lying at his feet, and his body was now frozen in place.

"What are you doing?!" the she-elf said, her face pale with panic. But her brother didn't respond.

He was completely frozen, as if he were a statue.

"What... what did you do to him?" one of the other men asked, his voice shaking.

"Me?" I said, shrugging. "Nothing. But it seems your 'powerful' leader is a bit... shy."

The reason, of course, was simple. I controlled his body with my blood magic, forcing him to drop his sword and freeze in place. All without moving a muscle.

"Alright, that's enough," I said, my expression serious as I took a step forward. I raised a hand, and the elf's body began to float toward me.

"You want to see it?" I asked, a smirk on my face. "I'll show you."

I then used my magic to rip off his pants, revealing a small, shriveled cock, barely 4 inches long.

"Aww~... so cute," I said, a mocking smile on my face. "I guess the rumors about high elves having small dicks are true."

"Hahaha." Ves couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, her laughter echoing through the forest.

"YOU! YOU WILL DIE FOR THIS!" the she-elf roared, her face contorted with rage as she drew her dagger and charged at me.

'Oh, a feisty one,' I thought to myself.

I let her come. I didn't even move. I just stood there, my hand on my hip, a bored expression on my face.

The elf was fast, I'll give her that. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of me, her dagger aimed at my throat.

However, her body froze next to her brother, her dagger just inches away from my neck. Her eyes were wide with shock, her body trembling with fear.

"Shhh~," I said, placing a finger on her lips. "Don't make any noise. You'll scare the stag."

I then turned to the leader. The playful look on my face was gone, replaced with a cold, predatory glint.

"You were going to say something about my family?" I said, my voice dangerously calm. "About my children? I'm a mother, you see. And I don't take kindly to threats against my children."

"Wh-what are you?" he managed to say, his teeth clenched.

"You'll find out soon enough," I said, raising my other hand, and the other three elves were also frozen in place, their bodies lifted into the air. They were like puppets on strings, completely at my mercy.

I had them all stand in a line along with the she-elf, then I rotated their leader to face them. I approached from behind, tilted his head, exposing his neck, and bit down.

The moment my fangs pierced the leader's throat, the forest seemed to lean in closer, as though every leaf and root wanted a front-row seat.

The iron-rich scent of high-elven blood hit my tongue like a vintage wine—sweet, potent, and carrying the faint, shimmering aftertaste of the forest's fading magic. I felt his pulse hammer against my fangs, a frantic, rhythmic thud that spoke of a heart ready to burst from sheer terror.

He tried to scream, but with his body locked under my telekinetic grip, all that came out was a pathetic, wet gurgle.

"Mmm, a bit acidic," I murmured, pulling back just enough to let a crimson bead roll down his pale skin. "Is that arrogance? Or just the lack of fiber in the capital's diet?"

I turned to Vespera, who was still trying to process the scene, her laughter now completely replaced by a wide-eyed, mesmerized stare.

"A little sour for my taste. I prefer it with a bit more... horny flavor," I said, winking at her.

I then turned my attention back to the leader, and with a single thought, I forced him to kneel before me.

"You're in luck," I said, my voice a low purr as I traced the line of his jaw with a bloodied finger. "All of you are."

"You're going to meet a cute daughter of mine. She loves to play with her food." I then licked the blood off my finger, my eyes fixed on the leader.

"Her name is Lament."

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