"I raised this mug to welcome two new happy souls to our big, horny family.... CHEERS!"

I said, standing high in the plaza under the world tree, toasting with a huge mug of ale to my people.

"CHEERS!"

They roared back, thousands of voices echoing through the branches and leaves, a wave of pure, unadulterated joy.

I held up a hand, and the crowd fell silent, all eyes on me.

"Tonight, we feast!" I declared, my voice booming. "We celebrate life, we celebrate lust, we celebrate our family!"

Another massive roar erupted, shaking the very foundations of the tree.

"Alright, alright, no more delay," I chuckled, raising my mug again. "Now let’s eat, drink, and fuck like there’s no tomorrow!"

I downed my ale in one go, the sweet, potent liquid warming my throat.

The feast was a sight to behold.

Long tables laden with roasted meats, exotic fruits, and barrels upon barrels of ale and wine. My children—my beautiful, diverse family—dug in with gusto. Wolves arm-wrestled goblins, rabbit-kin traded stories with cowgirls, and even my stoic Crimson Sentinels allowed themselves a rare smile as they passed around skewers of grilled demon flesh.

"You really do love to party," my twin sister Vicky said, sitting next to me, her own mug in hand.

"When you’ve got a family as big and horny as mine, every day is a party," I grinned, my arm wrapping around her shoulder, pulling her close. "And you’re the best party favor I’ve ever had, sis."

Vicky tried to keep her usual cool, detached demeanor, but the compliment, delivered with such genuine warmth, made her blush. She leaned into my embrace, her head resting on my shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

"I still think you’re an insatiable monster," she murmured, but there was no bite in her words.

"The biggest and the horniest," I agreed, my lips finding hers for a quick, possessive kiss. She froze for a second before melting into it, her body pressing against mine, her free hand sliding up my thigh.

We broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our lips, and the world around us faded away. It was just the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of lust and affection.

But the bubble was soon popped by a cough.

"Ahem..." Vicky snapped back, pulling away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She was still not used to my public displays of affection.

I turned to see Arwen, my lovely elf steward, who was sitting next to Vicky.

"My apologies, Morgana," Arwen said, her voice soft and respectful. "I didn’t mean to interrupt."

Ever since this workaholic started working under my sister, Vicky. She changed the way she called me from "my lady" or "my goddess" to just "Morgana." I think Vicky influenced her a lot.

’Should I demand my payment from her?’ I pondered, staring at her long, beautiful legs.

Just thinking about it made my cock twitch. I hadn’t had a proper taste of this particular elf yet.

"She works for me, not for you to stick your cock in," Vicky, noticing my gaze, shot me a glare.

"She works for both of us," I retorted, "and I’m just appreciating a beautiful employee. Besides, we made a deal, right, Arwen?"

Arwen’s cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, but she held my gaze, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

"Yes, Morgana," she said, her voice a little shaky. "A deal is a deal."

"What deal?" a familiar voice joined us. It was Celeste, my blonde bunny queen, who sat on my other side, her fluffy ears twitching with curiosity.

But before I could answer, she figured it out on her own.

"Let me guess, another of your ’first time is mine or first child’ schemes?" Celeste rolled her eyes, but there was a playful smirk on her lips.

"You say it like it’s a bad thing," I chuckled, my hand snaking around her waist, pulling her close. "Didn’t you ask me to ’breed your people’?"

I remembered her words that day:

’Could you please impregnate all of my daughters here?’ Celeste had asked, her eyes filled with a desperate hope. ’My people are dying out. We need strong offspring to survive.’

"And what’s wrong with that?" Celeste shot back, her fluffy tail wagging behind her. "A woman has needs, and so does a queendom."

"Nothing at all," I grinned, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "In fact, I think it’s about time I give you another twin."

"M-Morgana! Not in front of everyone!" Celeste’s breath hitched, her body tensing with a mix of excitement and embarrassment.

"AHEM!..."

It came from the jealous dragon girl.

"Right, right," I raised my hands in surrender. "We’ll talk about it later... in private."

I winked at her, and she blushed even deeper, her ears drooping slightly.

"Anyway," I turned my attention back to Vicky and saw her staring at that fourth individual who was sharing our table.

The high priestess of the Church of Light. Liliana.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you. Liliana, this is my twin sister Victoria and my lovely elf steward Arwen," I said, gesturing to each of them in turn. "Vicky, Arwen, this is Liliana. She’s the high priestess of the Church of Light, but in truth, she’s my follower."

"Nice to meet you, Lady Victoria and Lady Arwen," Liliana said, her voice a soft, melodic whisper.

"Nice to meet you," Arwen said with a polite bow. "Just call me Arwen, no need for ladyship."

As for Vicky, she just gave a cold look. She didn’t look so pleased.

"A human," she said, her tone cold and dismissive. "And a priestess of Uriel, no less. What is she doing here?"

"Hmm?..." I raised an eyebrow, staring at my sister. She was overflowing with hatred.

It was surprising, though. She didn’t hate Liliana in particular, but humans in general. And her hatred was no less than mine.

’Seriously, what did humans on Earth do to us?’

"Is there a problem?" I asked, my crimson eyes glowing slightly—a silent warning to my sister to behave.

"Of course not, my dear sister," Vicky smiled, but it was a cold, sharp thing. "I am just... surprised to see a human here. That’s all."

’Oh dear, someone is having a bad period,’ I thought. But I decided to let it slide for now.

"Liliana is a friend," I said, my tone firm, leaving no room for argument. "And she’s welcome here. End of discussion."

Come to think of it, Liliana is the only human who has ever set foot in my land. Her maid, Samantha, is a quarter elf. So yeah.

"As you wish," Vicky said, her smile never reaching her eyes. She ignored Liliana completely.

I let out an internal sigh. This was going to be a long night. And it’s better to fill it with a massive orgy—but not now. Well, my children were behaving at the moment, and the feast was just... a feast. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Morgana... What are your plans for the elven kingdom?" Arwen suddenly asked, her voice holding a hint of excitement.

"Plans?" I asked, taking a bite of a roasted chicken leg, the juices dribbling down my chin.

"Yes," she said, her gaze firm. "Are you going to fully conquer them? Are you going to make them your slaves? What is your vision for my people?"

’This elf really likes her people, even if she was from another world.’

"I don’t have a ’vision’ for your people, Arwen," I said, wiping my chin with the back of my hand. "As long as I can get a few of their beautiful women to breed with, I don’t really care about the rest. You’re the one in charge of them."

I was telling the truth. I already have 41 elves for breeding. And the princess is my bride.

"Is that... truly what you think?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Yup," I said with a shrug. "But if you have a better idea, I’m all ears."

"I do," she said, her eyes gleaming with newfound determination. "I want to make them strong again. I want to restore their pride, their culture. I want to build a new elven kingdom, one that will stand the test of time. A kingdom that will be your ally, not your slave."

"An ally, you say?" I leaned back in my chair, my interest piqued. "And what does this ’ally’ get me?"

"A steady supply of beautiful, high-born elven women, of course," she said, a sly smile playing on her lips. "The finest warriors, the most skilled mages, all sworn to your service. A powerful ally on the world stage, a beacon of light in a world drowning in darkness."

"Light?" I scoffed. "I prefer ’lust.’ But I like the sound of that."

"Then you’ll help me?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Sure," I said with a wave of my hand. "From now on, you’re responsible for the elven kingdom. The queen is already under my control, so you have full authority."

"Th-thank you, Morgana," she stammered, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. "I... I won’t let you down."

"I know you won’t," I said, my gaze lingering on her for a moment longer. "And don’t forget to prepare my ’payment.’"

"Of course," she said, her blush returning. "I will... I will be ready."

"Good girl," I smirked, gently patting my belly. "I want more elven children."