One flesh train turned to two. Two turned into four. And before I knew it, the entire fucking central square turned into a knot of bodies. Everyone was trying to compete to see who could create the longest cock-train.

It was glorious.

Of course, the undisputed winner was no other than my lovely blonde bunny queen, Celeste. Her cock-train was a fucking masterpiece that stretched all the way to her dungeon and back, using her portal magic. A true queen in every sense of the word.

But the celebration wasn’t just about breeding. It was about freedom.

The freedom to fuck who you want, when you want, how you want, without fear or shame. A freedom the Church of Light and its pathetic, self-righteous followers would never understand.

“By my holy ass, I’m the only one who didn’t get knot-fucked yet,” I pouted, watching the chaos unfold with a mix of pride and a little bit of FOMO.

Rhea, still impaled on my cock and with Ember’s knot buried in her ass, managed a weak laugh.

“You… you started this, you glorious bitch. You can wait for your turn.”

“I’m a goddess,” I huffed, but I was smiling. “I don’t wait.”

But she was right. I had created this beautiful, chaotic tapestry of lust and liberation. My children were flourishing, each one embracing their desires with a ferocity that made my divine heart sing.

Anyway, the celebration would definitely be going on for days, a non-stop orgy of pleasure and procreation, and I’ll have my fuck-train chance later. But I had more pressing matters to attend to.

One little blood-sucking vampire that was too shy to join the fun.

I left Rhea to the tender mercies of our daughters and teleported behind V, who was hiding behind a tree, pleasuring herself while watching the orgy.

“V! What do you think you’re doing?” I purred, my lips close to her ear.

“KYAAAHHH!” V jumped out of her skin, spinning around to face me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. “M-Mother! I… I was just…”

“Just enjoying the show?” I finished for her, my eyes flicking down to the glistening wetness between her thighs. “Don’t be shy, my little night and day stalker. This is for you, too. For all of us.”

“I… I know,” V whispered, her gaze dropping to the ground. “It’s just… everyone is so… passionate. I’m afraid I’ll get lost.”

Lost.

That was the word she used. Not ‘overwhelmed’, not ‘intimidated’. Lost. As if she were a ship without a rudder in a storm of bodies and moans.

It was then that I realized that this was her first time inside my land. Everyone wanted to welcome my arrival, so Luna asked permission on behalf of V to enter my land through the temple.

“You won’t get lost,” I said, my voice softening as I reached out and tucked a strand of her pale hair behind her ear. “You’ll be found.”

I didn’t wait for a reply. I scooped her up in my arms, her small, cool body pressing against mine.

“M-Mother! What are you…?” She let out a small squeak of surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck. “I’m not ready for my first yet.”

“Who said anything about that?” I smirked, my eyes glinting with mischief as I barely held myself from exposing the little fun we had after she awakened as a daywalker.

“How are you doing?… Tell me about our plans,” I said, my tone shifting to more serious as I walked away from the central square and the relentless orgy.

“It’s… going well, Mother. Very well.” V took a shaky breath, her cool fingers tracing my cheeks. “I managed to infiltrate the Free City of Ardenholm, set up a base of operations, and began training our assassins.”

A wicked grin spread across my face.

“Oh? You’re already training my little birds of the night?” A wicked grin spread across my face. “Tell me more.”

“Ardenholm is perfect,” she continued, her confidence growing with each word. “It’s called the Free City for a reason. Money talks. Loyalties are bought and sold daily. The Freehold of Ardan, the merchant guild that ‘actually’ runs the city, doesn’t care about gods or crowns, only profit. Their motto is ‘Money opens doors, blood keeps them shut.’ A philosophy that, I believe, aligns with our own.”

“Beautiful,” I purred, setting her down on her feet but keeping her close. “Tell me about these assassins.”

“They are orphans. Cast-offs. The ones the world forgets,” V explained, her eyes gleaming with a predatory pride. “I found them in the gutters, the slums, the places where hope goes to die. I gave them a purpose. I gave them a family. And I gave them a new name.”

‘Like what happened to her.’ I smiled warmly, my thumb stroking her cheek. ‘We truly are mother and daughter.’

“And what name is that?”

“The Nightshades,” she declared, a hint of a smile touching her lips. “For they are the children of the night, unseen and unheard until it is too late.”

“Good. Very good.” I nodded, impressed. “What about your other little project?”

The smile on V’s face widened, a truly terrifying sight that promised delicious violence.

“The vampire transformation is… progressing nicely. I’ve successfully converted five promising orphans into half-vampires, as you said. They’re not strong yet, of course, but they’re learning. They’re hungry. And they’re loyal.”

“Blood for blood,” I whispered, my fangs aching in anticipation. “A half transformation is perfect. They still have their heartbeat, their heat. They can walk in the sun. It would allow them to grow into adults naturally while gaining some of our strength and lifespan.”

“Exactly,” V nodded, her expression serious. “In the future, if they wanted to fully transform, they would get it, but for now, they are the perfect spies and assassins. No one suspects a child being a vampire, especially one who can walk in the daylight.”

“No one would suspect anything even if they saw it with their own eyes.”

Vampires do exist in this world, like werewolves and other monsters. But they are rare and more beastly than intelligent creatures.

They’re just mindless humanoid bat creatures of the night driven by a thirst for blood.

The image of a noble, refined, intelligent vampire like V is something unheard in this world. This would make them the perfect weapon against my enemies.

I could already picture it, my little Nightshades slipping through the highest security, bypassing magical wards and physical guards with their unnatural grace and charm, their childlike faces a perfect mask for the lethal predators within.

“And the money?” I asked, my mind already calculating the logistics.

[…]

Ahem… I mean, Herma was calculating the logistics. I was just… supervising.

“Don’t worry, Mother, I have plenty of gold and silver to cover all our expenses,” V replied, a smug look on her face. “The Freehold of Ardan is the perfect place to make a profit if you know how.”

“Good.” I nodded in satisfaction, ruffling her silver hair.

“I’m proud of you, V. You’re doing a great job. You’re a true daughter of mine.”

“T-Thank you, Mother.” V blushed, her pale cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.

I just love how she can be a deadly assassin one moment and a shy, blushing mess the next.

“Come, I have something else to give you.”

Grabbing her hand, I teleported both of us to the long-forgotten underground base that I built in my first days here.

The place was a vast, dark dungeon. The walls were smooth, the floor even, and the ceiling was high.

“What is that, Mother?” V instantly caught sight of the only source of light in the center of the base.

A single glowing red light coming from a familiar structure that I created when I took the form of that unknown primordial that was definitely a vampire one.

[The Altar of Rebirth: Those who drink from the altar shall receive a permanent enhancement to their attributes, increasing their likelihood of forming a core and awakening their magic.]

The Altar of Rebirth. A three-meter-tall dark-stone pillar that was connected to a basin-like structure filled with the blood of the primordial me.

I totally forgot about this altar, to be fair. It was an incidental creation that I made before the form vanished, but now I plan to make good use of it, starting with V.

“Drink,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument.

V looked at the altar, then at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She took a deep breath, then stepped forward.

“Remember what I told you, V,” I said, my voice low and serious.

“Blood is life, Life is Blood, one shall give, and the other shall receive.”

“Blood to Blood, Soul to Soul, the two shall become one, and the one shall be reborn.”

“Blood of life, Soul of rebirth, grant me the power over the living.”

“I remember, Mother,” V nodded, her expression solemn. “Your teachings are my scripture.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She approached the altar, her movements graceful and silent. She knelt before the basin, her eyes fixed on the swirling, glowing blood. She leaned and brought her lips to the dark crimson liquid and drank.

A single drop was all it took.

V’s body arched, a silent scream on her lips as the power of the primordial blood surged through her. Her skin glowed with a faint, ethereal light, and her silver hair seemed to dance with an unseen wind. The room filled with a low, humming sound, a symphony of power that made my own divine blood sing in response.

It lasted for a minute, then it was over.

“M-Mother,” V stammered out my name with her hands gripping the altar for dear life, her body trembling. “I feel… different.”

“I’m here,” I said with a warm smile, watching her body change. “Don’t fight it, just accept it.”

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