Chapter 553: Chapter 553: Relaxing a Little

"Hmm?... this design looks familiar."

A black tower with a flaming eye, no matter how many times I look at it, it’s just a stupid copy of a certain famous tower.

My horny tower, of course... hehehe

"It’s not a copy, Mother," Vivi said, her tail swishing behind her. She had appeared out of nowhere, her body pressed against my back, her arms wrapped around my waist. "It’s an homage. A tribute to your... magnificence."

"It’s a cheap knockoff," I retorted, my lips curling into a smirk.

The black tower is called ’Sentry Tower’ from the demonic theme section in the breeding shop.

Its function is simple: to watch over the city and detect any kind of threat. It can also launch a fireball at enemies, but its attack power is weak.

But its real value lies in its ability to see through illusions and detect invisibility.

A very useful tool, especially against those sneaky... well, sneaky snakes.

Vicky placed a number of them all over the city and along the path to the facilities outside the city walls.

The Sentry Tower is but one structure of many. What I unlocked is a massive demonic theme pack,

which includes buildings, traps, decorations, and even new traits.

The demon race is probably the most versatile race in the universe, from imps to archdevils.

And that is reflected in the theme that I unlocked.

Anyway, Vicky made good use of them. She placed many traps and fortifications along the walls and in the surrounding forests.

Like ’Pits of Despair’, which are deep holes with spikes at the bottom, covered by illusions.

And ’Walls of Agony’, which are walls made of screaming faces that emit a powerful aura of fear and despair, weakening any enemy who gets too close.

And of course, we can’t forget tentacle traps. Oh boy, I loved those.

They are not just for fun... but also for... fun. They can grab enemies, crush them, or... well, you know.

"Let’s go and grab a drink," I said, my arm wrapping around Vivi’s shoulder, pulling her close.

"I would love to, Mother," she purred, her hand moving down my back, her fingers tracing the curve of my ass.

Thanks to the nightmare tower, Vicky’s arrangements, and my forcing the changes,

my children started to act like a real society. They have jobs, they have roles, they have a purpose.

Taverns, brothels, arenas, markets, everything you can think of.

We had a few taverns in my city.

But one was special.

’The Tipsy Succubus’

A place where the drinks were strong, the music was loud, and the company was... eager.

It was run by the succubus who was squeezing my ass right now, Vivi.

She was a natural at it. She knew exactly what her customers wanted. She knew how to make them feel special, how to make them spend their money, and how to make them come back for more.

We entered the tavern, the air thick with the smell of ale, sweat, and lust. The place was packed, a chaotic mix of different races, all drinking, laughing, and fucking.

The noise was deafening, a beautiful symphony of clinking mugs, boisterous laughter, and the distinct, wet sounds of passion echoing from the darker corners of the room.

A couple of minotaurs were sitting at a massive wooden table, chugging giant barrels of ale while two succubi sat on their laps, whispering filthy promises into their twitching ears. Over in the corner, a group of wolf-kin and centaurs were engaged in a rowdy drinking contest, their tails wagging furiously with every downed cup.

"Mother is here!" Vivi announced, her voice cutting through the din with a seductive, melodic chime.

Instantly, the tavern went dead silent. Every single eye in the room turned toward me. The rowdy warriors, the panting beast-kin, the succubi midway through draining their partners—they all froze. Then, like a wave crashing against the shore, they dropped to their knees.

"All hail the Mother of All!" a deep, gravelly minotaur voice boomed out, followed by a chorus of agreement from every corner of the room.

A small, genuine smile touched my lips. This reverence... It was intoxicating. So much better than the fear the gods commanded.

"At ease, my children," I said, my voice calm but carrying an undeniable weight. "Drink. Fuck. Be merry. Your joy is my joy."

A collective, relieved sigh went through the room, and the noise level instantly shot back up, though a little more subdued than before. Eyes still followed me as I moved, a mix of adoration, lust, and pure, unadulterated worship.

Vivi guided me to a private booth in the back, the plush velvet curtains offering a sliver of privacy. She practically shoved me onto the seat, then immediately fluttered over, presenting a golden chalice filled with a thick, glowing purple liquid.

"Our specialty, Mother," she purred, kneeling between my thighs and pressing the cup to my lips. "Bunny-girl cream stout."

The aroma was divine—rich, malty, with a creamy, sweet undertone that was unmistakably bunny. I took a sip. The flavor was a complex explosion on my tongue—dark, roasted grains, a hint of vanilla, and the signature, sweet creaminess of my most prolific offspring. It was potent, too. I could feel the alcohol immediately warming my blood, sending a pleasant tingle down my spine.

"Mmm, excellent," I murmured, my free hand finding its way to Vivi’s horn, stroking its smooth surface. "You’ve outdone yourself."

"Anything for you, Mother," she breathed, her tail wrapping around my leg, her eyes looking up at me with an adoration that was almost feverish.

"Sigh... you little sexy devil." I snapped my fingers, storing my black bikini in my inventory. "Enjoy."

"Yay! Thank you, Mother!" Vivi’s whole face lit up, a childlike glee mixing with her predatory lust. She didn’t hesitate for a second, her small hands immediately gripping my thighs as she lowered her head, taking a 12-inch portion of my hardening cock into her warm, wet mouth.

Her technique was divine, a perfect blend of practiced skill and raw, enthusiastic worship. Her tongue swirled around my crown, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She didn’t even have a gag reflex.

"Ahhh... good girl," I sighed, leaning back in the booth, taking another long draught of the bunny stout. My other arm stretched out along the back of the seat.

"I’m tired of waiting."

Waiting in my land is all I have to do for the next two and a half months.

I wanted to go and upgrade my divine rank in the Nexus, but I’m short on Faith Points.

A bloody 50K Faith Points I must sacrifice... what the hell! Do they think I shit Faith Points!?

Sigh... even if I had the Faith Points, I can’t go, not until Augusta sends word. That one-eyed fucker is too cunning.

Speaking of Augusta, I forgot something... in her ass.

The butt plug that Lilith left for me, along with the ascension potion.

’That butt plug can absorb magic. I wonder if Augusta could remove it by herself.’

"Mommy~... your... cock is so yummy~" Vivi moaned. My balls were now in her small hands. She was playing with them while her head bobbed up and down my shaft.

Her moaning sent pleasant vibrations through my entire length, making me even harder. I took another sip of the stout, the alcohol mixing with the pleasure, creating a warm, hazy buzz in my mind.

"You’re a natural at this," I chuckled, my hips starting to move slightly, thrusting into her eager mouth. "A true daughter of mine."

"Thank you, Mommy~" she purred, pulling back for a second to look at me, her lips glistening with her saliva and a bead of my precum. "I live to serve you."

"Then serve me properly," I said, my voice a low growl. I tangled my fingers in her hair, pushing her head back down, my cock sliding deep into her throat. "Don’t stop until I tell you to."

She moaned again, a muffled sound of pure ecstasy, and redoubled her efforts. Her head moved faster, her tongue worked harder, her hands squeezed my balls with just the right amount of pressure. The tavern’s noises faded into a distant background hum, my entire world shrinking to the warm, wet confines of her mouth and the steady buzz of alcohol in my veins.

I could feel the pressure building, a familiar, tingling heat starting at the base of my spine. I was getting close.

’Should I give birth to more succubi later?’ I thought idly, watching Vivi’s head bobbing up and down. ’They are so useful... and so much fun.’

"Let’s leave that for another day," I said, shaking my head. "My focus now is on my Valkyries."

After a long week of work, I managed to fill all of my dimensional wombs with Valkyries.

Not all of them came from Eir. I had to mix and match, but I made sure to impregnate myself with all 31 of my Valkyries.

Each Valkyrie is unique, a blend of different aspects, but all of them carry the spark of divinity, the warrior spirit of the original. I couldn’t wait to see them, to hold them, to train them.

They will be my divine royal army that will one day crush Asgard and bring Odin to his knees.

"Hehehe.... I can’t wait."