Vespera spent the entire night worshiping her new personal altar.

She came again and again, each offering a prayer to her goddess.

I watched, I enjoyed, and I absorbed. With each jet of her seed that the statue consumed, I felt myself grow stronger, more complete. The power was intoxicating, a potent cocktail of lust and divinity that made me feel invincible.

I wasn’t just watching a mortal masturbate. I was consuming her soul, piece by piece, and remaking it in my own image.

She was becoming more mine with every passing second.

Her devotion was no longer just a performance. It was a fact. An undeniable truth. She was mine. Body, soul, and womb.

As the first rays of dawn filtered through the window, Vespera finally collapsed onto the floor, her body spent, her mind adrift in a sea of religious ecstasy.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, a genuine smile on my face as I looked at her.

She was a masterpiece of devotion, a living testament to the power of my new religion.

I knelt beside her, my hand resting on her forehead. She flinched at the sudden contact, her eyes fluttering open, her gaze unfocused.

“M-Messenger…” she stammered, her voice a weak, breathy whisper. “I… I feel her… I feel the goddess… inside me…”

“She is pleased with you, Vespera,” I purred, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of her face. “Very pleased.”

A slow, blissful smile spread across her face, her eyes closing as she drifted back to sleep.

I helped her into bed, covering her with the soft, clean sheets.

She deserved a rest after her night of… ‘prayers’.

I didn’t join her, my body still humming with the energy I had absorbed. I walked over to the window and looked out at the city as it slowly came to life.

The streets of Athel Loren were… different in the morning.

The raw, brutal energy of the dark elf district had subsided, replaced by a quieter, more subdued atmosphere. The screams had faded, replaced by the soft murmur of conversations and the distant, ethereal sounds of elven music.

The city was beautiful, a breathtaking masterpiece of art and magic. But it was a beauty that felt… cold. Sterile. A perfect, polished surface hiding a deep, dark rot.

“Time to explore a little,” I muttered to myself, a predatory glint in my eyes.

I waited for about three hours until Vespera recovered a little.

“Good morning,” I said with a wide smirk. “Or should I say, good ‘after-prayer’ day.”

Vespera blushed, a faint pink coloring her pale grey cheeks.

“Good morning, Messenger,” she replied, her voice still a little hoarse. “I… I hope I pleased the goddess.”

“Oh, you pleased her alright,” I chuckled, my eyes twinkling with amusement. “She was… very pleased. In fact, she’s so pleased that she’s decided to accept your request.”

Vespera’s eyes widened, a look of pure, unadulterated joy on her face.

“R… Really?” she stammered, her hands clasping together in front of her chest.

“Really,” I confirmed, pulling from my inventory the lewd golden key. “This key will open the door to her temple.”

She took the key with trembling hands, her eyes wide with disbelief and reverence.

“Can… I meet the goddess?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Soon,” I replied, a sly smile on my face. “But not yet. The goddess… she works in mysterious ways. She wants to test your faith one last time before she grants you an audience.”

“I… I understand,” Vespera said, her expression serious, her determination shining in her amethyst eyes. “I will not fail her.”

“I know you won’t,” I said, my confidence in her absolute.

“Now go and finish your business. I’ll go explore a little,” I said, walking toward the door. “Oh, and Ves… don’t use the key yet. Wait for my signal.”

“I won’t, Messenger,” she promised, her gaze fixed on the key in her hand.

“Good,” I said, and with that, I left the room, closing the door behind me.

…

Outside the room, I saw the human girl ‘Whore’ waiting patiently for her mistresses. She was still kneeling on the floor, her head bowed, her body trembling from the cold.

I looked at her for a moment, a strange mix of emotions stirring inside me. I didn’t feel pity or compassion. I felt… ownership. She was a thing. A beautiful, broken thing that belonged to me.

“Sigh…” I let out a long sigh, patted her head, gave her a silver coin, and instructed her to take care of Vespera.

The dark elf truly intended to use her as a toilet. And to be honest, the thought of pissing on a human face was… tempting. But I had more important things to do.

“T… This!” The girl’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. A silver coin. A fortune for a slave like her. She stared at it as if it were a divine artifact, her small, pale hands hovering over it, afraid to touch something so pure and valuable.

I didn’t say anything and simply walked away, leaving her to her own devices.

I had a city to explore.

I started my exploration in the dark elf district, of course. The place was a chaotic symphony of pleasure and pain, a celebration of all things depraved and delightful.

I saw more public scenes of domination and submission, more acts of casual cruelty, and more instances of humans being used as nothing more than objects for the amusement and gratification of their dark elf masters.

Everywhere I looked, I saw ART! The way a dominatrix’s whip cracked, leaving a perfect red line on a slave’s back. The way a group of dark elves laughed as they forced a human to crawl through the mud, licking their boots clean. The way a dark elf sank her vampire-like fangs into a slave’s neck, drinking their blood with a look of pure ecstasy on her face.

“This art deserves to be welcomed in my horny city.”

Fortunately, I saved plenty of Vespera’s cum inside me, enough to give birth to thousands of dark elves. A little sadistic experiment wouldn’t hurt anyone.

But as much as I enjoyed the atmosphere of the dark elf district, I knew I couldn’t stay here. I had a mission. I had to understand this city, to find its weaknesses, to locate the sources of power.

To find the elven queen.

The more I explored, the more I saw the clear separation between the dark elves and the rest of the city. The dark elf district was a chaotic, vibrant, and dangerous place. The rest of the city was… different.

It was a city of two faces. One, the face of pure, sterile perfection. The other, the face of raw, unfiltered desire.

And I happened to witness a confirmation of my previous words.

Specific districts for specific races bring only friction.

Hell, they were all elves, and yet the segregation between them was so obvious.

This is why I asked Arwen to build specific districts for specific environments—to allow different creatures to live in the best environment for them while still being together in one city.

For example, a nature district where elves and rabbit-kin could live together in a forest environment.

Anyway, I kept exploring. My steps took me directly to the massive tree that towered over the rest of the city—the Queen’s palace.

It was a magnificent structure, a true masterpiece of elven architecture and magic. It seemed to have grown from the heart of the tree itself, its branches and leaves woven into its very walls.

But the moment I set foot into the pristine streets surrounding the palace, I felt a shift in the atmosphere.

Badump!

“!!!” My heart suddenly began to beat wildly. A familiar energy filled the air—an energy I knew too well.

Demonic corruption.

‘So my guess was right,’ I thought to myself, a wide, predatory grin spreading across my face. ‘The elven queen is corrupted.’

The corruption was subtle, almost unnoticeable. But I could feel it. It was like a faint, sour note in a beautiful symphony. A tiny crack in a perfect mirror.

It was everywhere. In the perfectly manicured gardens, in the pristine white marble of the buildings, in the very air I breathed.

‘Locating the source is hard.’

The corruption was spread all over the place like a spiderweb. I needed to get closer. I needed to get inside the palace.

However, that was risky.

From the corruption, I could tell that it wasn’t a single demon god but multiple—and they were working together.

But what was their goal? Why would they corrupt the elven queen?

Was it for power? For pleasure? Or for something else?

I could use my divine energy to track them down, but that would alert them to my presence. And I didn’t think I could fight all of the demon gods with my mortal body, even if they used avatars.

“Sigh…” I let out a long sigh, running my hand through my silver hair.

I needed a plan. A way to legally meet the queen and investigate the corruption without raising suspicion.

“Maybe Vespera can help,” I muttered to myself, turning around and heading back. “If not, I’ll have to sneak in.”

But before I could take a step, I spotted an interesting sight.

An elf tending to a flowerbed.

She had long light-blond hair that was almost white, her pointed ears poking through the strands. She was humming a soft, melancholic tune, her fingers gently caressing the petals of a particularly vibrant crimson rose.

She wore a simple green dress, her feet bare, her steps light and graceful.

She was beautiful, yes—but what caught my attention was something else.

Almost all the elves I had seen so far were slender, with well-defined, elegant builds. Even I had to tone down my figure just to blend in. But this elf was different.

She was THICK! With wide hips and a massive ass that strained against the fabric of her dress. Her breasts were large and full, threatening to spill out of the low-cut neckline.

She was built for breeding. For childbearing. A walking, talking fertility idol.

“Hehehe~… I think it’s time for me to ‘commune’ with the locals.”

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