Chapter 534: THIS IS MY LAND!!

"Hmm?... strange"

Calmly sipping on a glass of wine, my crimson eyes observed the plaza. The feast and my people were still enjoying themselves, the music was lively, the food was tasty, the laughter infectious, and the overall mood celebratory.

But there was something strange.

"It's been an hour since the feast started, and not a single one started fucking."

"!!!"

My voice was low, and I didn't intend to talk to anyone, but since I was 'observing' the entire plaza using my god's eye, and forgot to cut the link, my words echoed in the minds of every single one of them.

The music screeched to a halt. The dancing stopped. Everyone froze, their heads snapping in my direction, but immediately shifted to the black-haired girl sitting to my right, who started to get a little... angry.

It was Vicky. She was glaring at me, her crimson eyes practically shooting daggers.

"What?" I asked, genuinely confused. "It's a feast hosted by me, the goddess of breeding. A massive orgy is to be expected."

"All of you," I then turned to the plaza, "what are you all waiting for? A written invitation? Start fucking!"

A few moments of stunned silence passed, yet none of them moved.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"My dear sister Victoria," I slowly turned to face my twin with a 'gentle' smile on my face, "could you please explain to me... why my children... are not enjoying my party properly?"

"Oh, I don't know," Vicky said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe because it's a bit hard to get in the mood when the goddess herself is staring at everyone like a hungry wolf? Not to mention your lovely sister who's killing the mood with her 'I'd rather be anywhere else' aura."

"You did something to them while I was in the elven kingdom, didn't you?" I accused my sister.

"I didn't do anything," Vicky defended herself. "I simply told them that if they value their balls, ovaries, or whatever they have between their legs, they'd behave themselves in public."

"..."

I stared at my sister. I didn't know whether to be angry or impressed.

"You ordered them not to have sex?" I said slowly, my tone dangerously calm. "In MY land? During MY feast?"

"I ordered them to show some decency," Vicky retorted, her chin held high. "This is a celebration, not a brothel. There's a time and a place for everything, and right now, they're eating, drinking, and being social. Like civilized beings."

"Civilized?" I laughed, a dark, menacing sound. "My dear, sweet, naive sister. We are monsters, demons, and sluts. Civilization is a cage they built for themselves. We are above that. We are... free."

"Free to be mindless beasts?" Vicky shot back. "Free to fuck in the streets like animals? That's not freedom, Morgi. That's just another kind of prison. A prison of instinct."

"And what's wrong with that?" I snarled, my patience wearing thin. "Instinct is pure. Instinct is honest. It's what I am. It's what we are."

"You're a goddess," Vicky said, her voice softening slightly. "You're supposed to be more than just your instincts. You're supposed to lead them, not just indulge them."

"Leading them is exactly what I'm doing," I said, my voice rising. "I'm leading them to pleasure, to ecstasy, to a life without shame, without guilt. I'm showing them the way!"

"By turning them into your personal fuck toys?" Vicky's temper flared again. "Is that your grand vision? A world of mindless, lust-crazed minions, existing only to satisfy your endless appetite?"

"ENOUGH!" I snapped. My divine voice shook the entire land. It was as if a heavenly thunder had cracked across the sky. The world tree trembled, leaves rustling like a thousand whispers of fear and awe.

"..."

Silence.

Absolute, suffocating silence fell over the plaza. The music died. The laughter vanished. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Thousands of eyes dropped to the ground.

Even Vicky flinched, her eyes widening for a split second before she composed herself. But I saw it—the crack in her icy facade.

I stood up slowly, my chair scraping against the stone like nails on a chalkboard. The air around me crackled with divine energy, my crimson eyes blazing like twin infernos.

"You forget yourself, Victoria Nosferat," I said, my voice now a low, vibrating hum that made the air itself feel heavy. "You are my sister, my other half. I love you more than anything in this world or any other."

Vicky didn't flinch, but her jaw tightened. We locked eyes—crimson meeting crimson—two sides of the same coin, stubborn and unyielding.

"I gave you the authority to do as you see fit," I said, my gaze unwavering. "I trusted you to manage our people, to build our home, to be my right hand. And I appreciate all you've done. I truly do."

My tone shifted, the anger receding, replaced by a chilling calm that was far more terrifying.

"But this..." I gestured to the silent, frozen plaza. "This is not our home. This is not my vision. This is yours. A sterile, lifeless parody of the world I am building."

"This world is not just your personal brothel, Morga—" Vicky started, her defiance returning.

"THIS WORLD IS MINE!" I roared, my voice no longer human, but a divine command that made the very fabric of reality tremble. "MY HORNY PLAYGROUND"

Vicky finally took an involuntary step back. The other women at the table—Arwen, Celeste, Liliana—were pale, their bodies rigid with fear.

I took a deep breath, forcing the divine power back under my control. The shaking stopped. The pressure eased.

"I am the Goddess of Breeding, Sex, Lust, and everything horny," I said, my voice now dangerously soft. "I will not tolerate this... purity again, sister."

Vicky stared at me, her chest rising and falling a little too quickly. Her crimson eyes flickered with a storm of emotions: anger, hurt, defiance… and something deeper. Something that looked dangerously close to desire.

She opened her mouth, probably to snap back with another lecture about "decency" or "civilization," but I didn't give her the chance.

"I know what you are trying to achieve," I said, my voice a low murmur, leaning close enough that only she could hear. "I know why you are doing this. You can continue your... cockblocking game, but only with me."

I stepped back, opening my arms wide as if embracing the entire world.

"Children!" my voice boomed, no longer laced with divine anger, but with pure, unadulterated joy. "My beautiful, horny children! In our land, there is no shame in pleasure, no guilt in desire. Our bodies are temples, and our lust is our prayer!"

The tension loosened a little.

"Do you know why we are here tonight?" I added.

A few heads lifted cautiously, meeting my gaze.

"We are here to celebrate!" I declared, my smile splitting my face. "To celebrate life, to celebrate lust, to celebrate the fact that we are alive and we can FUCK! So, I say again, and this is not a request... LET THE ORGY BEGIN!"

For a heartbeat, there was still only silence.

Then, a single wolf-girl in the back let out a whoop of joy, grabbing a nearby rabbit-girl and pulling her into a passionate kiss. That was the spark.

The dam broke.

The plaza erupted. Music, wild and primal, thundered from a corner where a futa goblin was banging two tankards together with feverish glee. Clothes were ripped away with ecstatic haste...

"..."

'Fuck! Vicky even made them wear clothes! She had to be punished for that.'

Anyway, the good news is that my people are themselves again.

The transformation was beautiful. My stoic Crimson Sentinels, usually so disciplined, had already thrown off their helmets, joining the wet fun. I saw one of them ravaging a cowgirl against a table with slow, powerful thrusts, her moans music to my ears.

Vicky watched it unfold, her cheeks flushing—not with shame, but fury mixed with a dark desire.

"You win this round, sister," she spat, stepping closer, her ample chest heaving with anger, her nipples clearly hard against the fabric of her dress. "But don't think this makes you right. Indulge them all you want—I'll be watching. One day, your 'freedom' will bite you in the ass. And when it does? Don't come crying to me."

I smirked, my eyes locking onto hers, my gaze dropping to her lips, and before she could do anything else—

Whoosh!

My hands shot like a snake and grabbed her.

"!!!" Vicky's crimson eyes widened.

Before she could react, I closed the distance between us, my lips crashing against hers in a possessive, demanding kiss that was both a promise and a punishment.

"Mmmph!" she struggled, her hands pushing against my chest, but it was a half-hearted effort at best. Her body betrayed her, melting against me, a low moan escaping her lips despite her anger.

Without breaking the kiss, I teleported both of us to my temple.

We appeared in my personal chambers. I broke the kiss, leaving her breathless and flushed, her lips swollen.

"You... you...!" she gasped, her chest heaving, her crimson eyes blazing with fury, and again I didn't let her finish before throwing her onto my bed. She bounced, her dress hiking up to reveal her stocking-clad thighs.

"Morgi—... Hiii!" she started, but her protest was cut off the moment she saw a long, thick 14-inch futa-cock sprouting from between my legs, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

"My dear sister," I purred, my cock throbbing as I crawled onto the bed, my eyes devouring her. "Tonight I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."

"Wait! Morgana, no— AHHH!"

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