Midnight.
In a dim-lit chamber, a stunning pale woman in a revealing black nightgown was busy dealing with many reports and papers.
The only light in the room came from a small lamp, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.
She was V, the first daywalker, daughter of Morgana.
Her beauty was captivating. Her short silver hair shimmered under the lamplight, her full, blood-red lips were slightly parted as she concentrated, and her crimson eyes held a cold, calculating intelligence.
She was currently in her office inside the mansion she bought in the free city of Ardenholm.
"Ugh... I hate paperwork," she grumbled, her slender fingers massaging her temples. "I can't believe I agreed to this."
The mansion she bought was huge and luxurious, but it was also the headquarters of her new 'organization'.
"Ahh~... My lady, you're doing great," a seductive female voice came from underneath her. "Just a few more reports and you're done for the day."
V leaned back into the plush leather of her chair, her spine arching involuntarily as a low, guttural moan escaped her throat. Below the oak desk, hidden by the shadows and the silk of her gown, a pair of slender hands firmly gripped her thighs.
"Easy for you to say," V panted, her fingers tangling in the mess of golden hair between her knees. "You aren't the one tracking logistics for three different smuggling routes, while organizing and planning plenty of things."
"Oh, but I am, my lady," the voice purred, a warm breath teasing her inner thigh. "I'm organizing and planning your pleasure. I'm making sure that my mistress is relaxed and satisfied."
"Ah~... You have a point there," V sighed, her fingers tightening in the other woman's hair, pulling her closer to her crotch. "But I should be out there, not buried in ink and numbers."
From beneath the desk, the soft, teasing voice of her blonde vampire elf maid purred in response.
"Patience, my lady. Let me ease your burden." The elf's delicate hands rested on V's thighs, pushing the nightgown up just enough to expose more of her pale skin. The maid's golden hair spilled over V's legs as she leaned in, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles against V's most sensitive spot.
The wet heat of the maid's tongue sent sparks racing up V's spine. Each lazy lap was deliberate, teasing, pressing flat against her slick folds before flicking upward to swirl around her swollen clit with expert precision. V's hips bucked once, involuntarily, and a fresh rush of arousal coated the elf's eager mouth.
"Fuck, that's it," V breathed, her voice rough as the tension of the night began to unravel. "Right there. Don't stop."
"Never, my lady," the maid murmured into her, the words vibrating against her sensitive skin. "I live for this. For you."
For a long time, this was V's daily routine. She would work while her maid pleasured her.
At first, it was just a small tease after that massive orgy her mother, Morgana, did under the world tree.
But now?
V could no longer live without it. Her day was not complete without it. Hell, she couldn't even focus on her work without the maid's tongue between her legs.
"By the way, my lady," the maid paused, her tongue hovering just above V's clit, "you have a message that just arrived moments ago."
"From who?" V's crimson eyes narrowed, her voice sharp.
"It's from the Numbers," the maid replied, her tongue giving V's clit a quick flick before pulling from her blossom a letter. "I think you should read it, my lady."
The Numbers.
They were V's former organization members, and during her time in the free city of Ardenholm, V managed to locate the local branch of the organization, and with her strength and intel, she took over the local branch.
She didn't kill them. She simply used her blood magic to place a blood seal on the key leaders and made them loyal to her.
The local branch still operated normally, but under her command, and a copy of all the intelligence would be passed down to her daily.
The 'Numbers' were a network of spies, assassins, and informants, their reach extending into every dark corner of the city. They dealt in information, and V always learned that information was more valuable than gold.
V took the letter and read it.
"Oh!... interesting," she raised an eyebrow.
The letter held short but shocking information.
The elven capital, Athel Loren, the home of the elven queen Sylvana, was attacked. The report said that a blood moon had appeared over the city, drowning it in blood.
Not a whole lot of elves had died, but those who did perished miserably—forever screaming in agony as their bodies twisted into blood crystal statues, frozen in eternal torment.
V's full, blood-red lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. The pleasure haze in her mind sharpened instantly into cold focus.
"A blood moon... and crystallized screams," she murmured, tapping the letter against her chin. "How delightfully dramatic. Mother did well."
Below the desk, the maid looked up with wide red eyes, her lips still shiny with V's arousal. The blonde vampire elf maid tilted her head, golden hair cascading over one shoulder.
"Shall I continue, my lady? Or does this news require your full attention?" Her voice was sweet, but there was a hungry edge to it, as if she already knew the answer.
V's grip tightened in the elf's hair, pulling her face back toward her dripping pussy with deliberate slowness.
"Continue," she ordered, voice low and commanding. "But slower this time. I want to think while you worship me."
"Yes, mistress," the elf purred, the title causing her own pussy to twitch with lust. She obeyed without hesitation. Her tongue returned, now moving in languid, teasing strokes—long drags from entrance to clit, savoring every drop as V read the letter again, committing every detail to memory.
The daywalker's mind raced even as pleasure built in lazy waves. A blood moon over Athel Loren. Crystallized victims. This wasn't a random raid or border skirmish.
This was Morgana's doing.
V knew that Morgana went to the elven kingdom to reclaim a piece of the old world tree to awaken the new one, but she didn't expect her mother to leave such a... message.
"She's making her move," V said, her half-lidded crimson eyes gleaming with admiration. "A big move that will definitely bring many changes."
Since the news of the attack had reached her in the free city of Ardenholm, which was thousands of miles away from the elven capital, it meant that the other kingdom, Vandor, already knew about it.
And V knew that Vandor, the zealot, xenophobic human kingdom, would try to use this to their advantage.
The war between humans and elves had been a slow simmer for generations—a conflict over land, pride, and old grudges. Now, the elves were weakened, their queen in disarray, their city stained with a magic beyond the mortal realm.
Vandor wouldn't let this chance slip.
"A war is coming," V said with a confident smirk. "And war... war is good for training."
She planned to send the new recruits, the half-vampires, to Vandor for training. She had already made contact with one of their top generals, a man who knew her by reputation but not her face.
"Mother will definitely participate in this war, even in the shadows," she murmured to herself. "I need to ask her to capture that former chapter master, Leonardo, for me."
Leonardo, the former chapter master of the Holy Knights of Vandor. He disobeyed orders and refused to slay an elven village. He was shamed, stripped of his title, and thrown into the Gray Knights, taking the position of their leader.
V marked him. She wanted him. And she planned to turn him into a vampire, her servant.
But the man was too loyal. He was the kind of man who would kill himself before betraying his people. Even after everything they put him through, he still defended the kingdom and believed in the goddess Uriel.
So, she needed her mother's help.
The help of another goddess.
A goddess who could break any will.
"Ahh~... My lady, you're thinking too much," the maid's soft, sweet, whining voice broke her thoughts. "You're tense again."
The maid had stopped her ministrations, her tongue hovering just above V's clit, a pout on her lips.
V looked down at her, only to see the maid open her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs.
"Let me help you relax, my lady," the maid purred, her eyes glowing with hunger.
Before V could respond, the maid sank her fangs into V's wet pussy. A sharp gasp of pleasure and pain escaped V's lips as her hot, potent blood flooded the maid's mouth.
The maid drank greedily, her throat working as she swallowed, her own body trembling with the sheer power of V's essence. Her grip on V's thighs tightened, her nails digging into the pale skin, leaving small, red crescents.
"F-Fuck... Yesss..." V hissed, her head thrown back, her silver hair cascading down her back. "Drink... Drink it all."
This is how V feeds her kin.
Feeding like normal vampires through the neck? It's too impersonal. It's a quick transaction.
But this? This is intimate. This is a communion.
This is how she shows her dominance, her control.
This is how she binds them to her.
And every single vampire she turns is a horny slut for pussy.
Her unique brand of vampirism, passed down from her mother, Morgana, had its... quirks.
"Should I go back and meet Mother or send a message?" she thought, a shiver of pleasure running down her spine as the maid continued to drink. "No... not yet. If she sees me, she will definitely plant a baby in my womb."
And as much as she loved the idea of carrying her mother's child, she had other plans.
"B-But... a quick sex wouldn't hurt, right?"