Chapter 617: Creamy Crevice

Days passed one after the other.

The festival had finally died down, but Fortune's Gate had irrevocably changed. The initial, explosive burst of public hedonism had subsided, settling into a comfortable, city-wide simmer. Sex was no longer a shocking public spectacle but a natural, accepted part of the urban landscape.

The Nightmare Tower was the city's new, beating heart.

Adventurers, mercenaries, and fortune-seekers from all corners of the continent poured into the city. The streets were a constant river of diverse faces: grizzled human warriors covered in scars, elegant elven mages with staves glowing with latent power, boisterous dwarven axe-wielders, nimble beast-kin rogues, and everything in between.

They came for the riches, for the glory, for the challenge that only a magical, ever-shifting dungeon could provide. And they brought their coin with them.

My city was thriving.

My twin Vicky was in her element. The influx of wealth and people meant endless opportunities for expansion and investment. She spent her days poring over blueprints for new districts, negotiating trade agreements with visiting merchants, and ruthlessly optimizing the city's burgeoning economy.

Celeste, my bunny queen, was managing the logistical nightmare with her characteristic cheerfulness. She ensured that the markets were stocked, that the inns had enough beds—and that those beds were sturdy enough—and that the flow of goods and resources ran as smoothly as her own personal lubricants.

Sylvana, the elven queen, had the lightest workload. She mostly spent her days hosting visiting dignitaries, smoothing over diplomatic incidents—usually involving an overenthusiastic citizen and a confused foreign noble—and gently steering the public narrative to paint Fortune's Gate not as a den of iniquity, but as a beacon of enlightened progress.

Pfftt... if not for Vicky smacking my head hard, there would have been a giant golden dick in the middle of the city to serve as the beacon of enlightened progress.

Sigh... Vicky has no sense of art.

Ember and her wolf-kin guard were worked to the bone. Drunken brawls were common, though rarely lethal. The Tower spat out wounded adventurers almost hourly. But with our cute, fluffy nurse bunny girls who mastered nature magic, most of them were treated and sent back to the taverns to spend their loot on more drinks and company.

Me?

I did what I do best.

I observed.

Not from my divine throne, but from the ground. Using the Mask of Silence, I walked the streets of my city like any other citizen. I listened to the whispers in the taverns, to the boastful stories of returning adventurers, and to the quiet fears of those preparing to enter the Tower.

My favorite spot became a small café, run by my daughters. Most of them were succubi, rabbit-kin, and cowgirls.

Why this small café in particular?

Simple.

The theme of the café is a MILF heaven.

The waitresses were all stunningly beautiful, mature women, their bodies lush and ripe with motherhood. Their breasts were heavy with milk, their hips wide and inviting, and their smiles held the promise of carnal wisdom.

And the uniform? A black and white maid outfit, so tight it looked painted on, with a neckline so deep it offered a tantalizing glimpse of the treasures within. And sometimes no uniform at all.

It was called 'The Creamy Crevice.' My idea, of course.

My sweet daughters would call me 'Mama' or 'Big Sis' when I visited, their voices a sweet melody that made my heart swell with pride.

And the coffee? It was divine. A blend of dark, rich beans and a splash of fresh, warm milk, squeezed straight from the source.

I sat at my favorite corner table, sipping my 'Mama's Special Blend' with a warm, wet mouth sliding up and down my cock under the table.

The waitress was a beautiful bunny-kin with long, blue hair and green eyes, a daughter of Cotton.

'I missed that girl. I should visit her and the rest of my daughters.'

She was kneeling under the table, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock with a practiced expertise that only a daughter of mine could possess.

She looked up at me through the tablecloth with half-lidded green eyes and a tiny, proud smile around my cock. She knew the rules of the Creamy Crevice.

No one at the other tables needed to know what was happening beneath the polished wood. That was half the fun. The slow, secret build-up of pleasure in a room full of oblivious people.

I stroked her hair once, a silent "good girl," and she redoubled her efforts, taking me deeper until the tip nudged the back of her throat. Her gag reflex was long gone, replaced by a deep, instinctual need to please.

Around us, the cafe hummed with its usual clientele: adventurers nursing hangovers, merchants counting coin, a pair of elven twins arguing over which floor of the Tower had the better loot tables. My daughters drifted between the tables and sometimes under them, their smiles warm and inviting, their bodies a promise of pleasure that could be purchased with a few gold coins.

"Here it comes," I whispered.

My daughter under the table didn't need the warning. Her hands tightened on my thighs, and she took me all the way down, her nose pressed against my skin as my release pulsed deep into her throat. She swallowed every drop with practiced ease, her throat working rhythmically, then slowly released me, giving the tip one last, lingering lick with her soft tongue before carefully tucking me back into my pants.

"Good girl," I murmured, voice low enough that only she could hear. "Mama's proud."

When she finally poked her head out from beneath the tablecloth, her pale blue ears were twitching in absolute bliss, her green eyes heavy and lidded. A tiny, milky trail glistened at the corner of her lips before she licked it away with a triumphant wink.

"Mmm... thank you, Mother," she purred softly, standing up and smoothing down her scandalously tight maid apron. Her lush, heavy hips swayed enticingly as she adjusted her tray. "Come back soon, okay? Mama Cotton always says you don't visit enough."

"I will, little bunny," I grinned, giving her rounded, plump ass a firm, stinging smack that made her let out a cute, high-pitched squeak. "Tell Cotton to expect a long, hard visit from me very soon."

"She'll be thrilled," the bunny girl giggled, rubbing her stinging cheek with one hand and giving me a little wiggle of her hips.

I left the cafe a few minutes later, a satisfied smile on my face and the taste of my own release still lingering on my tongue from a parting kiss with my bunny daughter.

I didn't wander around and immediately teleported to Vicky's office.

I found my twin sister, hunched over a massive oak desk covered in stacks of paper, charts, and what looked like a very complex architectural model of a new district.

"Yo," I said, leaning against the doorframe. "Busy?"

Vicky didn't even look up. She just pointed a pen at a chair without taking her eyes off her documents.

"When your boss is someone who only thinks with her pussy, you get busy," she said, her voice flat and dry. "Sit. I've got something for you."

"Hehehe..." I laughed, taking a seat and propping my feet up on a small stool. "You forgot the cock and ass part."

"I didn't forget," she sighed, finally looking up at me. Her crimson eyes were tired, but they still held their usual sharp, predatory glint. "I just don't have the energy to list all your... appendages."

"Aww~... is someone tired?" I cooed, standing up and walking behind her chair. I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to massage them gently, my fingers digging into the tense muscles.

"Mmm..." Vicky moaned softly, her body relaxing slightly under my touch. "Don't think a shoulder rub will get you out of this, Morgi. You've been neglecting your administrative duties. Again."

"I've been 'observing,'" I corrected her, my hands moving lower, kneading the muscles of her upper back. "It's important work. I need to know what's happening in my city. The mood of the people. The... rumors."

"And did your 'observation' involve a bunny waitress's throat?" Vicky asked, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"How did you know?" I gasped dramatically. "Are you spying on me, sister dear?"

"Please," Vicky snorted. "I don't need to spy on you. Your... scent is all over that cafe. It's like you marked your territory. Very animalistic of you. I'm impressed."

"Hey! I'm a goddess of breeding; it's in my nature," I defended myself. "And speaking of breeding, don't you think it's time for you to carry my children?"

Vicky's smirk widened.

"You never quit, do you? One day, Morgi. One day, when I'm not busy managing a city that sprang from your... 'divine inspiration', I'll let you breed me so full that I'll have to waddle. But today is not that day."

"Pfftt... You always say that," I pouted, then kissed her neck softly. "So, is everything ready?"

"..."

Vicky didn't answer immediately. Instead, she raised her head and looked me in the eye.

"Are you really going to do it?" she asked, her tone suddenly serious. "It's risky."

I smiled and gently patted her head.

"Don't worry," I said. "I'll be fine. Besides, even if I got killed, I'll be able to respawn back in my temple."

Only my sister Vicky knows about the 'body' that Lilith left for me in the form of a skill. With it, I have one chance to respawn if my body ever gets destroyed.

"Still, it's a risk," Vicky insisted, her brow furrowed with concern. "The gods are unpredictable. You never know what kind of nasty surprise they might have in store for you."

"Relax, it's just a one-eyed old bastard," I said, trying to reassure her. "What's the worst that could happen?"

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