Ding!
[Emergency Quest!]
[Protect the Mother and the Child at all costs!]
[The Demon Gods and their followers are seeking the Proto-Elf, also known as "The First Bloom," for a dark ritual]
[Objective: Keep the mother safe and prevent the ritual at all costs.]
[Failure: The child will be used as a vessel for a Demon God]
[Time: Until the child's birth]
[Reward: Elven Form, Proto-Elf Seed]
I stared at the notification, my mind reeling.
Proto-Elf? First Bloom? Demon Gods?
"What the fuck is this?!" I yelled in frustration, my voice echoing in the quiet garden.
The notification wasn't just a quest; it was a goddamn declaration of war. The stakes were immediate, personal, and horrifyingly high.
'Hey Herma, what is Proto-Elf?' I asked my AI assistant in my mind, my heart pounding in my chest.
[I am sorry, my goddess, but I have no information on 'Proto-Elf' in my current database. However, I can cross-reference with ancient texts from the Nexus' web if you grant me permission.]
'Do it,' I commanded.
It didn't take long for Herma to find the information.
Ding!
[From the Archives of the Nexus: 'The First Bloom,' also known as the Proto-Elf, is a being of immense power and significance. It is said to be the ancestor of all elvenkind, a perfect fusion of mortal and the divine essence of the world tree.] Herma paused for a moment as if it was processing the information.
[A being of pure life magic, capable of healing any wound, cleansing any corruption, and bringing even the most barren land back to life.]
[It was said that the First Bloom was once the voice of the universal world tree. For every world tree, a single 'First Bloom' is born to serve as its 'avatar'.]
'The old world tree was destroyed a long time ago... and probably the First Bloom was with it,' I thought to myself. 'But now, since I gave birth to a new world tree, it created a new First Bloom.'
[Yes,] Herma confirmed. [However, the Proto-Elf is one of the most sought-after prizes in the universe.]
'Why?' I asked, a sinking feeling in my stomach.
[Because by sacrificing itself, the First Bloom has the ability to resurrect the World Tree,] Herma explained. [However, that ability can also be used to resurrect others using rituals.]
'Let me guess,' I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. 'Some demon wants to sacrifice Aeli's First Bloom to bring back a dead-ass demon god?'
[Precisely.]
I looked down at Aeli's unconscious form, her belly still swollen with my seed, her face pale and peaceful. She had no idea what was growing inside her. She had no idea that she was now the most wanted person in the universe.
"I think hell has become too soft in my absence," I said, a cold, dangerous glint in my eyes.
I gently pulled out of her, the sound of our mixed release flooding out of her ruined cunt was the most obscene and most beautiful sound I had ever heard. She was a mess, a gorgeous, ruined, cum-filled mess, and she was all mine.
I quickly cleaned her up with a bit of magic, healing the minor tears and bruises, and fixed her dress. I then picked her up, her body limp and pliant in my arms, and carried her out of a nearby bush.
She was so light, so fragile, yet she held the future of an entire race within her. And I would be damned if I let anyone harm her.
"Don't worry, my little rose," I whispered, kissing her forehead. "I will protect you. I will protect our child. No one will harm you. I swear it."
My first thought was to take her back to my city, to my kingdom. But I knew that wasn't an option. Not yet. And although I hate it, I have to use Aeli as bait to lure those fuckers out.
But before I do that, I need more information.
"...Or should I go full exterminatus?" I mumbled to myself, a cruel smile playing on my lips. "Kill them all and be done with it."
But then I remembered the Queen. The Elven Queen who cursed Leaf.
'The demons are probably working with the queen,' I recalled. 'The queen has a special role for Aeli in this ritual.'
"Sigh..." I let out a long, tired sigh, gazing down at the cute elf that was peacefully sleeping in my lap. At some point, she shoved my cock inside her mouth and kept sucking on it like a pacifier.
I couldn't help but smile at the sight. Too bad no one is here to share this cute moment with me.
From start to finish, not a single person came to the garden. No guards, no gardeners, no servants.
It was as if the entire palace was empty.
The reason was the scent that the flowers were giving off. A sweet, intoxicating aroma filled the air, making everyone who smelled it feel drowsy and forgetful.
It was a defense mechanism.
Aeli instinctively made the flowers around us produce a powerful aphrodisiac and sedative to protect our privacy.
She truly was a miracle.
And I must protect her.
'Eir,' I called my first Valkyrie using my mental link. 'Can you hear me?'
'Ahh~.... M-Mother?' Her response was filled with confusion and pleasure. 'I... I can hear you...'
"..."
'Why do I hear moans and the sound of flesh slapping in the background?' I asked, my eyebrow twitching.
'I... I'm... I'm busy, Mother,' she stammered, her voice breathy and high-pitched. 'The rabbit-kin women... they are... very... enthusiastic...'
'...'
I was about to scold her for slacking off, but then I realized that she was doing exactly what I wanted her to do. Spreading her genes, ensuring the survival of her lineage.
The Valkyries were my first and only creation until now. They were a perfect fusion of divine and mortal, a race of powerful, beautiful, and loyal warriors, possessing the strength of a demigod and the beauty of a goddess. They were my angels, my daughters, my warriors.
Unfortunately, impregnating a Valkyrie is extremely difficult. It was like the universe was balancing things out. Since they were so powerful, their fertility was extremely low. It would take a god to impregnate them.
So I must step in and do it myself to ensure their lineage continues.
'Keep up the good work, Eir,' I said, a hint of amusement in my voice.
'Thank you, Mother,' she moaned, her voice trailing off into a long, drawn-out cry of pleasure. 'I... I will... I will make you proud...'
'Anyway... I wanted to ask you how many Harbingers of Silence are ready to be deployed?' I asked, getting back to business.
'We currently have 300 ready, Mother,' she replied, her voice strained.
'Good. Have them armed and ready. Be prepared to answer my call at any moment,' I commanded.
'Understood, Mother,' she said, her loyalty unwavering even in the throes of passion. 'But may I ask why? Are we in danger?'
'Not yet,' I replied, a cold, dangerous glint in my eyes. 'But we will be soon. Have your sisters on high alert as well.'
'As you command, Mother,' she said, her voice filled with a newfound determination.
'Good. Now go back to your... "work,"' I said, a smirk on my face.
'Thank you, Mother,' she moaned, and the connection was cut.
I looked down at Aeli's sleeping face, my expression hardening. She looked so peaceful, so innocent, so—
"OUCH! Hey! Don't use your teeth!" I reached with my hand and blocked her nostrils, forcing her to open her mouth wide and let my cock out.
"Aww~... Did I wake you up, my little rose?" I said, my voice soft and gentle.
"Mmm... what... where am I?" she mumbled, her emerald eyes blinking open.
Aeli stared up at me, her consciousness slowly knitting itself back together. As the haze of the sedative pollen cleared, her gaze drifted downward. She let out a soft, strangled gasp at the sight of her own body.
Her belly was no longer just a "suggestion" of pregnancy; it was a firm, rounded mound that strained against the fabric of her dress. To any observer, she looked five months along. Too bad it was only full of my cum, but soon my child will be growing in there.
"..." She was speechless, her hands trembling as she reached down to touch her swollen belly, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a dawning, terrifying joy.
"Morgana..." she whispered, her hands trembling as she cupped the underside of the heavy swell. "It's... It's still there. It wasn't a dream."
"It's very real," I murmured, leaning down to nip at her earlobe. Her entire body shuddered, a fresh wave of honey scenting the air. "Little rose. That's a promise pressed against your womb walls. That's our child already claiming space."
"…our child," she repeated, tasting the words like they were made of starlight.
Then her lower lip trembled.
And she started to cry.
Not loudly. Not dramatically.
Just silent, fat tears sliding down her temples into silver-blonde hair, her whole body shaking with tiny, helpless tremors.
"I—I thought—" Her voice cracked. "I thought maybe… maybe it was only the heat of the moment. Maybe you said those things because you were inside me, and people say beautiful lies when they're fucking. But it's… real. You really… You really put life in me."
"I don't lie when I breed," I said quietly. "Especially not to a cute elf like you."
She gave a small, shattered laugh that turned into a sob halfway through.
"They... they won't call me 'The Ox' anymore," she breathed, the words a reverent prayer. "I'll be... a mother."
I kissed her forehead, a strangely tender gesture for a goddess who had just wrecked her body and filled her womb like a wineskin.
"Aeli, do you want to come and live with me?" I asked, my fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. "In my land. Away from this kingdom."
She stared at me, her emerald eyes wide with disbelief.
"Live... with you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "But... I... I can't, Morgana. I have... duties... I need to speak with Mother first..."
"Alright," I said, a smirk on my face. "Let's go see your mother, then."
"What?!... N-no... no, I can't!" She shook her head, her eyes wide with panic. "I can't go see her like this! She'll... she'll... she'll be furious!"
She quickly sat up, but her massive belly and my cum still inside her made it difficult to move.
"M-Morgana, can you meet me here tomorrow?" she pleaded, her hands clasped together in a gesture of supplication.
"Sure." I nodded, a smirk on my face. "I'll be here."
"Thank you... thank you," she said, relief washing over her.
"But..." I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "You owe another 'communion' for this."
"!!!" A deep blush crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks a charming shade of rose.
"Y-yes... of course..." she stammered, her heart beating so fast I could feel it in the air.
"Good girl."