Chapter 539: Humans On The Move

"So, you're saying that the humans are making moves against the elves?" I asked, swirling the goblet of rich, dark wine in my hand. The sweet, fruity aroma was a welcome distraction from the mountain of paperwork on Vicky's desk.

What? You thought that it was my own desk?

Pfftt... HAHAHA

I'm a goddess, I don't do paperwork. I have a super smart twin sister for that.

"Yes, mother."

The one sitting next to me was my daywalker daughter, V. She came back from the free city of Ardenholm with some news.

The human army of Vandor, the Gray Knights, are marching toward the elven kingdom territory, taking advantage of my attack on the capital while the elves were still recovering.

"Are they going straight for the capital?" I asked, my crimson eyes narrowing.

"No, mother. They are heading for the elven mines in the mountains," V replied, her voice calm and steady. "They want the mithril."

"Mithril..." I murmured, my mind racing. The elves were weakened, their army still reeling from my assault. They wouldn't be able to stop the humans from taking the mines. And if the humans got their hands on that much mithril, they could forge weapons and armor that would be a serious threat to the elves.

"V, how long will it take for them to reach the mines?" I asked.

"At their current pace, they should be there in five or six days," V replied. "The elves have sent a small force to intercept them, but they are vastly outnumbered."

'I didn't want the elves to get wiped out. They were my source of 'pure' blood. I needed them alive and well. Not only that, but I wanted to fuck their queen. Her royal elven cunt is just too good to pass up.'

"Their numbers?" I asked.

"Around 10,000 Gray Knights," V replied, taking a sip from her own goblet of blood.

'10,000 Gray Knights...' I thought, suddenly recalling something.

"V, I heard that the humans have a red dragon in their army. Is that true?"

"Yes, mother. How did you know?" V's eyes widened slightly.

"I learned it from a general during my time with the elves."

"Yes, Mother, they do have one, but it's not a real dragon," V explained. "It's a wyvern, the bastard son of a red dragon that the humans have tamed. They call him the 'Crimson Terror.'"

"A wyvern? Not a dragon?"

'Herma, what is the difference?'

[A dragon is a powerful, intelligent creature with four legs and two wings, while a wyvern is a lesser creature with only two legs and two wings. They are generally less intelligent and more bestial. Their strength and abilities are significantly inferior to a true dragon, but still a formidable foe.]

'A wyvern... a lesser dragon... tamed by humans... that's a disgrace.'

"Now I'm even more pissed off," I snarled, my grip tightening on my goblet, the delicate stem groaning under the pressure. "I was hoping to get my pussy pounded by a real dragon. Not some two-legged lizard that humans taught a few tricks."

"Eh?...." V blinked, her cheeks flushing at my crude statement. "M-Mother... please... focus."

"I am focused," I said, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my face. "I'm thinking about how much fun it's going to be to show those humans what a real dragon can do. And I'm not just talking about myself."

I thought of Vicky, her ridiculous "bicep-cock," and the raw, untamed power she wielded. The thought of her unleashing her full draconic fury on those Gray Knights was intoxicating.

Vicky said that she can take the dragon form, but I had no idea what her dragon form looks like. She refused to show it to me. All I know is that her dragon form was big.

'Our next breeding session should be fun. I'll make her take the dragon form, and then I'll ride her. I bet her dragon cock is even bigger than her human form's bicep-dick. I wonder if I can take it all.'

"Mother, what are you thinking?" V asked, a hint of concern in her voice. "Your aura is... leaking."

"Sorry, dear," I said, reining in my lust, the air in the room immediately feeling less heavy. "I was just imagining the fun we're going to have."

"About the wyvern?" V asked, her confusion evident.

"No, the wyvern is just a pet. Beating it to submission is easy," I said, my grin widening. "I'm thinking about what we're going to do with those 10,000 Gray Knights after we've dealt with their pet."

"..."

V's crimson eyes widened in understanding. She knew what I meant. She had learned what my army, the Crimson Sentinels, could do. She had seen what I could do. She knew that there would be no survivors.

"Mother... you can't be serious," she said, her voice a mere whisper. "10,000 knights... that's... that's genocide."

"Genocide? No, dear. That's pest control," I said, my tone casual, as if we were discussing the weather. "They are a threat to my property. And I don't like threats."

"Your property?" V's brow furrowed.

"The elves," I said, taking a sip of my wine. "Their blood, their bodies, their mines... they belong to me. And I don't take kindly to thieves."

Arwen already took a few Harbingers and left for the elven kingdom to make sure that they are behaving and further integrate them into my growing empire.

Vicky was the one who suggested this. The two of them were cast from the same 'work until death' mold, after all.

Just witnessing my twin sister praising Arwen's efficiency made my day.

Keep in mind, Arwen used to manage a whole planet on behalf of her lazy god, who created her with the opposite nature. She was born to work.

And my twin sister, who used to manage a county, a hell, and the Unspoken Realm.

"..."

V was silent for a moment, her mind processing my words. She was a Nosferat, a creature of the night, but she still had a human sense of morality. She still struggled with the reality of what I was, of what I had become.

"I... I understand," she said, her voice firm, her resolve hardening. "What are your orders, mother?"

"Good girl," I purred, my pride swelling. She was my daughter, after all. She would learn. She would become a proper goddess in her own right.

"First, I want you to go back to the free city of Ardenholm," I said, my tone shifting to one of command. "Keep an eye on the humans' movements and report back to me. I want to know their exact location, their numbers, their supplies, everything."

"Yes, mother," V said, her body straightening, her expression determined. "My network of spies is still relatively new, but they are already quite effective."

"And second," I added, a wicked glint in my eye, "I want you to spread a rumor. A little something to stir the pot."

"A rumor?" V's curiosity was piqued.

"Yes. I want you to spread a rumor in Vandor that an angel has fallen to sin," I said, my voice a low, seductive murmur.

"!!!" V's crimson eyes widened in disbelief. "An... an angel? But... how?"

I said nothing and simply smiled. V instantly knew.

"You," she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "You're going to..."

"Yep," I grinned. "I'm going to make a little trip to Vandor in the future, and I want to fuck shit up a little before I go."

"But... mother... that's too risky," V protested. "Your divine aura... it will attract unwanted attention. What if Uriel, the goddess of light, senses you?"

"Uriel?" I laughed, a dark, dismissive sound. "She won't do anything. By the time she realizes what's happening, it will be too late. And even if she does... I'll be ready."

"But..."

"Butts are for fucking, dear. Not for arguing," I said, my tone playful but firm. "Now, are you going to do as I say, or do I need to give you a little... 'persuasion'?"

I didn't need to use my aura. The promise in my eyes was enough.

"I... I understand, mother," V stammered, her cheeks flushing. "I'll spread the rumor."

"Good girl," I said, my smile widening. "Now, come and take your reward for bringing me this good news."

I leaned back in my chair, removing my bikini top, my full breasts spilling out, the nipples already hard with anticipation. V's eyes widened, her gaze locked onto my chest, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"..."

She didn't hesitate.

V lunged at me like a wolf, her vampire fangs lengthening as she captured one of my nipples in her mouth. She bit down, sinking her fangs into the sensitive flesh. A jolt of pain and pleasure shot through me, my back arching as I moaned.

My blood, a divine, potent ambrosia, flowed into her mouth. She drank greedily, her eyes rolling back in her head as the power surged through her.

"That's my good girl," I teased, my hand tangling in her silver hair, holding her to my breast. "Drink your fill. Mother's got plenty for you."

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