"Celeste, I bought a wide range of seeds from the shop," I said turning to my bunny queen, "you'll find them in the warehouse, take what you need and put your kin to work, I trust you'll be able to upgrade our farming lands."
"Awww my wife is so sweet~" she winked. I almost felt my legs shake under the lust and cuteness attack, "your wish is my command"
"Leaf, you work with Celeste and plant your herbs too. Those will be the main source of medicine materials we need"
"Okay....Y-You can count on me" Leaf replied, still nervous as hell. She was a very shy, timid elf girl when there were many people staring at her.
"Great."
"And Azura," I turned to my Ice-water daughter, her rounded belly grew bigger than yesterday "after you give birth, take a team, go to this mountain over here, secure the area for now, in the future we will build a stone quarry there"
"Yes, Mother." She nodded, bowing her head respectfully. Her cute boobs, two perfect soft, spongy masses that could bring anyone's lust to life, trembled beautifully. I restrained myself from drooling on the table.
"That's all for now, any questions?"
Silence.
"Perfect, now go and rest a bit, the fight is coming soon. Dismiss"
With a bow, they left. Leaving me alone with my lovely steward Arwen. In the meeting, she was the only one who wore clothes and that didn't sit well with my lower half.
'Sigh... all in good time Morgana'
"Do you need anything Arwen?" I asked; seeing that she remained silent for more than a minute only staring at her notebook
"Oh... Yes! Sorry Morgana but I was lost in my thoughts, please forgive me" The blonde elf turned to me, pushing her round glasses back on her nose.
"Oh, don't apologize" I grinned "Your job is important and will be key in keeping the city running smoothly, if you feel tired just take a break"
"Thank you, Goddess" the steward bowed slightly "but I'm fully fine don't worry"
"I see" My hand roamed towards my cock, wrapping them around the pulsing mass my eyes fixed on the elf who was still focused on the notebook unaware of the danger approaching.
Or perhaps… not entirely unaware.
The high elf's ears twitched slightly, her lips parting as she scribbled something into her notebook. Was it my gaze she felt? Or something more... spicy. Her scent carried a subtle heat to it—faint but enticing. Even with that perfect posture and composed demeanor, I could sense the way her thighs pressed together beneath that blue bikini.
"What's on the agenda now, Arwen?" I asked, my voice thick with suggestion as I leaned back in my chair, hand still loosely gripping my pulsing shaft beneath the table.
The high elf didn't flinch—at least, not visibly. But her pen paused. Her breath hitched. And her long, pointed ears gave the tiniest, most telling twitch.
She knew.
Arwen always knew.
"Inventory management," she replied, tone even, professional—yet the faint tremor in her voice betrayed her. "There are many new factors to consider."
'How cute,' I smirked, noting the way her pale throat seemed to shine under the glow of the chandeliers. 'Still need a push, hm?'
I stood up, slowly, deliberately. My crotch now lay in open view between my spread thighs, my engorged cock dangling freely like a prize ripe for the taking. I tugged my black panties down and exposed my heavy, swaying balls to the chill air, loving how their sweet scent perfumed the room.
Every step I took echoed softly through the now-silent chamber. My presence loomed behind her before I even touched her. Her pen stopped mid-sentence, her shoulders rising with a slow, shallow inhale.
"And what about your personal needs, Arwen?" I whispered, lowering my face beside her ear. "You work so hard. You serve so perfectly. Don't you ever stop to relax? To savor the fruits of your labor?"
She didn't turn. Didn't speak. And it wasn't a surprise when my fingers found their way down her hips, playing lightly along the edge of her bikini bottoms.
"I think our city steward deserves a reward. Don't you?" I grinned, leaning closer, brushing my nose against the sensitive flesh of her ear. Then I reached forward, brushing her golden hair aside to kiss the nape of her neck. Her body trembled under my touch, the sweet, fresh natural smell of the elves flooded into my senses and made my heart pound. I sucked it into my lungs, holding her scent, bathing in it.
Arwen's breath hitched again, this time sharper, like a note plucked from a taut string. Still, her pen hovered in the air, refusing to fall completely. The weight of duty warred with the heat blooming across her fair features, and I let my fingertips linger, watching as that inner battle slowly resolved itself.
"Goddess…" she finally whispered, her voice barely a flutter. "The agenda…"
"Shh," I hummed softly, my hand slipping beneath the waistband of her bikini, teasing along the dip of her pelvis with maddening slowness. "Forget the agenda, my sweet Arwen. Right now, your goddess demands something far more pressing."
She gasped as my fingers dipped lower, tracing the damp heat already forming between her thighs. The notebook tumbled from her hand, landing silently on the stone floor as she clenched her legs, instinctively trying to trap my hand there. Her thighs trembled slightly, betraying her arousal no matter how tightly she bit her lip.
"Look at you…" I cooed, wrapping my free arm around her waist and pressing my warm chest to her back. "All flustered just from a little attention. You've been craving this, haven't you?"
"I... I didn't…" she tried, cheeks flushing pink as her glasses slipped down her nose.
Sadly, I probably overdid it for our first intimacy, resulting in Arwen slipping from my grasp and dashing out of the room with the face of a boiled lobster.
"Hmm... this will take some time" I murmured rubbing my chin with a smirk as I spotted the wet mark on the chair.
...
Two hours later.
More than five thousand wolf-kin warriors stood outside the city walls, all clad in iron armor that gleamed in the setting sun, spears and swords raised and ready to go on the battlefield.
"Sukal did an amazing job" I nodded seeing the well-organized warriors, it took him no time to whip these wolves in shape.
I split the army into five divisions, each with a thousand wolves. Then I ordered a hundred rabbit-kin specialized in healing magic to accompany each of the divisions. I also assigned a Valkyrie to each of them, guiding them to the goblin villages, and most of all, to keep watch.
A thousand well-armed wolves, a hundred healing mages, a Valkyrie, and a general was way too much to a simple goblin tribe? Maybe. But I had learned the hard way that underestimating the enemy, no matter how small, was the quickest path to regret. And I wouldn't let any of my children—or lovers—pay that price.
Still… I couldn't help but chuckle darkly to myself as the last unit passed through the gates.
"If I were a goblin right now," I mused aloud, watching the distant hills begin to swallow my army whole, "I'd already be pissing myself."
The last unit to pass was Eir and her Valkyrie sisters, their presence unmistakable.
Clad in divine armor that shimmered like moonlight on a still lake, they strode forward with wings folded behind their backs—each step precise, controlled, lethal. Their winged helms caught the fading sun, casting golden halos above their heads. But there was nothing angelic about their aura. No softness. No mercy.
They wielded giant round shields inscribed with glowing runes of protection and war, and long spears that crackled faintly with divine energy—capable of piercing flesh, soul, or spirit alike. Each of them was a storm in the shape of a woman. And Eir, at their head, was the eye of that storm.
Tall. Proud. Impossibly graceful. Her white hair was braided tight, tucked under the black of her helm, and her sharp eyes scanned the horizon as if daring fate to throw her a challenge.
She didn't look up at me, didn't bow, didn't speak. She didn't need to.
She knew I was watching.
And so did the rest.
"Go forth, my daughters" I waved my hand in the sky "paint the ground with the blood of my enemies."
....
With the rest of the army deployed, it was finally time for me to move too. Shifting my form to the primordial demon, I flew above the city walls heading for the last goblin tribe. It took me about 2 hours to reach the location.
When I reached the place I was slightly surprised, the goblins built their tribe in ruins of a large fort or castle, and the walls where the goblins used as a barrier were completely intact as for the towers and the roofs that covered them were damaged by age. If that wasn't enough they also created a cave underneath and dug tunnels like an ant army.
"Interesting" I mumbled, scanning the whole scene, the number of the goblins was at least three to four thousand. And as far as I could detect only goblins exist.
"Maybe I should check inside the cave" I wondered, with that in mind I flew down toward the ground outside of their field of vision and changed my form to that of a female goblin.
"I wonder how they would treat me?"