Chapter 332: The First Council

“First I think a proper introduction is in order,” I declared, putting on my most imposing, authoritative leader-face and gazed at the individuals sitting before me.

Each of them held immense potential. Each had proven themselves worthy in their own way. But from this moment forward, they would become something more than lovers, children, or generals. They would be my council—my inner circle—guiding the city toward the glorious, lust-soaked future I envisioned.

“I will start,” I said, rising slowly from my seat, letting my presence loom over them all. “I am your Mother. Your Goddess. Your Queen. The First Breeder, and the One who will lead us to domination, pleasure, and prosperity. You know me, but from now on, you’ll also serve me. Not just as family… but as tools of divine will.”

Their heads bowed in quiet reverence, even the more rebellious ones like Scarlett and Ember dared not speak.

“Now, one by one. State your name, your purpose in this city, and what you offer to this council.”

Luna stood up first. Graceful, composed, and so fucking hot as always.

“Luna, First Daughter of Morgana and High Priestess of the Breeding Temple. I oversee divine rituals, and blessings of fertility, and will manage the spiritual needs of our citizens. I offer faith, order… and pleasure.” She finished with a slow bow and a knowing smirk.

‘Pfft….spiritual needs she said, more like fucking their brains out’ I rolled my eyes but smiled nonetheless.

Next was Ember, who stood—albeit with a slight wince from her earlier punishment. Her tail twitched sheepishly, and she gave me a glare that was more pout than protest.

“Ember, First Daughter of Morgana. Commander of the Wolf Guard. I offer strength, discipline, and swift punishment to those who defy you, Mother.” She bowed low, her voice steady despite her earlier embarrassment.

How ironic she speaks of discipline when she couldn’t follow the simple rules. I shook my head but secretly found her defiance amusing. I love the passionate and stubborn, after all.

Azura rose next. Elegant, and cold, with her long white hair with sapphire-blue highlights cascading like water. Her belly started to get round thanks to my baby daughter growing inside her and I couldn’t wait for the final result.

“Azura, Daughter of Morgana, Sorceress of Ice and Water.” That’s all she said before bowing her head and sitting back gently, not to disturb the baby. I couldn’t help the huge smile from forming on my lips.

“Me next!”

Boof!

Scarlett shot to her feet and slapped a hand down on the table with a heavy bang, sending an echo of excited energy bouncing across the room.

“Scarlett. Daughter of Morgana, I like blowing stuff with my fire magic.” The pride in her voice was unmistakable as she crossed her arms, her crimson hair flaring with each flick of emotion like it had a will of its own.

“I burn enemies, melt walls, and incinerate assholes who think they can touch what’s ours. I’m your chaos power, Mother. I offer destruction… and really hot sex.”

I raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t deny it. She was a walking wildfire—and more than once, she caused a castle-wide orgy many times. Her favorite thing was to walk around with her cock deeply knotted in someone’s pussy or ass.

“Thank you, Scarlett,” I said with a smirk. “Try not to blow up the meeting table.”

“No promises~” she winked and plopped back into her seat, draping one leg over the other like she owned the room.

Then, with a quiet grunt, Fenrir stood up. Towering and broad, his fur trimmed with gray braids, he looked every bit the noble beast he was. His presence alone silenced any lingering giggles or murmurs.

“Fenrir, Grandson of Morgana. Captain of the Vanguard. I live to serve the city’s defense and lead our armies into battle. My strength is yours, and my claws are for your enemies’ throats.”

“You’ll make a fine general, my wolf,” I smiled. My wolfy grandson was always reliable.

Next was Rhea, the wild wolf woman who jumped at me in the forest and stole my virginity. Without her and her white seed, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now.

‘Thank you for the wonderful fuck, Rhea.’

“Rhea, First Mate of Morgana, and the Chief Huntress.” She flashed a sly grin at everyone, especially at Luna and Ember who let out a low growl at the words ‘First Mate’ but Rhea didn’t care. She leaned back on the chair and gazed up at me with smug-filled eyes.

‘Of course, she’ll claim the ‘First Mate’ role.’ I silently sighed and suppressed a smile.

Now that I think about it, my family is truly fucked up, just figuring out the relationship between the people sitting at this table is a headache. Ember and Luna were my daughters with Rhea, Azura was my daughter with Ember, Fenrir was the son of Ember and Luna, and Scarlett was my daughter with Fenrir. Just take the relationship between Ember and Scarlett. Ember is Scarlett’s grandmother and sister at the same time.

‘Haah!… let’s not complicate things more…’ I ended that thought, my mind was going blank, best is to think of everyone as my kids and move on.

Celeste rose next, elegant and calm like moonlight on a still lake, her long blonde hair spilling like silk down her back. And of course, we can’t forget about the fluffy bunny ears.

“Celeste, Queen of the Rabbit-kin and Wife of Morgana,” she spoke slowly, her words soft, her eyes fixed with a strange gaze.

‘Oh… I have a wife now?’ I blinked, not that it wasn’t a pleasant thought—but Celeste had always been my lover, the mother of my adorable little hoppers. I’d just never considered her my wife in any formal sense. Not because I didn’t love her. Gods, I did. But I never imagined the rabbit-kin—or demi-humans in general—put much stock in concepts like marriage.

My heart fluttered, despite myself. That bunny really knew how to melt me from the inside out.

“Thank you, Celeste,” I said warmly, meeting her gaze. “I suppose we’ll need to plan a wedding ceremony sometime—though I imagine it’ll turn into an orgy before the vows finish.”

Celeste giggled lightly and nodded, her cheeks blooming with a soft pink hue. Her ears twitched, clearly pleased.

Next came Leaf.

Poor Leaf.

She looked like she wanted to disappear into the table. Still, she stood, brushing a few strands of her green hair behind her pointed ears.

“L-Leaf… Wood Elf and Master Alchemist. I offer… knowledge, ingredients… potions. And alchemy.” Her voice stammered and hesitated as she squirmed under the weight of so many unfamiliar presences.

And with a wince sat back down in a blink of an eye. Her beautiful face turned away from the intense gazes toward Arwen who raised an eyebrow and wrote something in her notebook.

“You’re doing wonderfully, Leaf.” I gave her an encouraging nod. “Thank you for your insight and talent. You will make a fine alchemist for our city, just make sure to take care of yourself, and the little ones inside you.”

“Y-Yes.” That made her flush bright red, almost glowing.

Then, Sukal stood. Wrong, he was already standing, a centaur can’t really use a chair.

“I’m Sukal, Trainer of Warriors.” He crossed his burly arms and tossed his chin as he gazed at the others. “I will be the one training our soldiers in the art of spear and bow.”

Centaurs are skilled fighters on the field, they make an excellent cavalry unit and thanks to their hard body and four-legged motion, their mobility is far beyond others. And given their towering figures, spear and greatsword is a perfect match for them.

‘Hmm…. I need to breed more centaurs using Sukal.’ I took a mental note to seek the old warrior later for a good breeding session.

Clink!

“I’m Eir, the first creation of the Goddess Morgana, and the Commander of the Valkyries.” Eir stood up, slamming her spear to the ground. Her white wings moved wide for everyone to get a good view of my ‘angelic’ creation.

And finally… Arwen.

The High Elf rose with the elegance of a thousand years of haughty tradition, her blue eyes scanning the room with precision, and lingering—again—on Leaf.

“Arwen, the Steward of Morgana, I’ll be the one managing this city so I expect everyone’s help if this place will work properly.”

‘Indeed.’ I had to admit my little elf had good managing abilities, she did the same job for a thousand years. So she was more than capable enough.

And with that… They were all introduced.

There were empty seats at the table reserved for other important figures, however for now this would do.

“Excellent,” I stood once more, placing both hands flat on the table. “With this, we begin the first council. Our first topic will be… the goblins.”

“Do tell, Mother.” Luna chimed in. She looked beautiful while she relaxed on the chair with her fingers locked together.

“As you may already know there are currently seven goblin settlements in the forest.” A few growled, and Ember slammed the table almost causing a crack. “My claws itch to cut their throats.”

“Tell us,” Azura turned to face me, “What plan do you have in mind, Mother?”

“Yes… the plan…” I smiled, snapping my fingers and creating a map in the middle of the round table. On the map, there were seven X marks indicating the position of the goblin tribes.

“Ember, Rhea, Fenrir, Scarlett, and Sukal.” I turned toward the ones I called, their eyes focused on the map. “Each of you five will choose a thousand warriors, raid and burn their camps, and kill everyone on sight.”

“Gladly,” Rhea declared, her eyes filled with killing intent. “I’m in charge of burning their filth.”

“Don’t have fun without me!” Scarlett smirked. She was also eager to burn the goblins, especially since the last time she died at the hands of Zarka in the tower.

“Eir, take half of your sisters and raid this one.”

“Of course, Mother,” Eir agreed, flapping her wings.

“Good, as for the last one, leave it to me,” I said, glancing at the biggest goblin tribe that was located in ruins of some kind.

“I wonder if I’ll find something interesting inside.”

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