"Have fun, girls, but save some for your sister," I happily waved before closing the door. "Don't forget to feed."
"Yes... Mom!" a chorus of voices, some sweet, some seductive, some teasing, replied in unison.
"See you later, dear Gideon." I cast a glance at the man who was surrounded by ten horny succubi that were all but fighting over who gets to 'play' with him next.
"I already sent a message to your church and your king," I smiled. "They have one month to pay. If not..."
I paused, my smile turning predatory.
"...I hope you enjoy the rest of your life here with us. Personally, I wish you would stay."
I left without another word, leaving the Grandmaster to the tender mercies of my daughters.
Immediately, I teleported to my holy temple, to the chamber of artificial wombs. Taking a vial from the subspace, I used it to collect the seed that was inside me. It still had a faint glow of holy light to it, but it was mine now.
To the right of the chamber, I set up what looked like a small lab where I had been experimenting with various aspects of my power and essence.
For now, I'm trying to... essentially clone the Grandmaster Gideon. I already collected some of his hair, blood, sperm, and skin cells during the 'interrogation'. I combined them with the artificial wombs.
The chance of giving birth to a pure 'clone' with Uriel's divine print still intact was a long shot, but it was a shot worth taking.
If I succeeded, I would have a child who could blend in with the humans, a child with a natural talent for holy magic, a child who could be my gate to Heaven.
After researching the small mobile church that I seized from the Gray Knight, Herma found a way that could let me 'sneak' into the divine network.
The network that connects all of Uriel's followers with the goddess.
The 'key,' however, required a soul with a unique print that was already recognized by the network, such as a holy priestess or a paladin.
But they would notice me if I tried to use their souls.
A clone, however, would be a different story. A new soul, unclaimed, a blank slate with the right 'password' to get in.
And then... then I can finally have a little chat with Aurelia. Or even better, with the real Uriel herself.
I smiled at the thought. What a surprise that would be for them.
But before that, I still have a lot to do.
"Herma!" I called out, my voice echoing in the vast chamber. "What about the other method I asked you to work on?"
Ding!
The familiar chime of the system message echoed in my mind.
[That method still requires some optimization,] she said, her tone crisp and efficient. [There is a 68.7% chance of success with the current data, and a 93.2% chance of causing a catastrophic mental breakdown in the subject.]
"Sigh... That won't do," I said, shaking my head. "I need a sure thing."
[Understood,] she replied. [I will continue my analysis. For now, I recommend using the cloning method. The probability of success is significantly higher, and the risk is minimal.]
"Fine," I sighed. "Do what you have to do."
The other method was a more direct approach. It involved a cute little human boy with strong holy potential, a boy I could 'corrupt' and then 'reprogram'.
He was one of the serfs who followed the holy paladins. After I defeated the army and captured Gideon, I sensed him among the prisoners, a small spark of holy light in a sea of mundane souls. A potential future inquisitor or even a paladin.
The difference between this boy and the rest was that his soul and faith were still pure, untainted by the greed and power-lust of the church.
A blank slate.
I could have used him, but the risk was too high. The process was delicate, and a single mistake could turn him into a drooling vegetable.
A clone was safer. A clone was controllable.
However, I still froze him with a special spell and locked him up. If the cloning failed, then he would be my backup plan.
"Herma, do your thing," I commanded my AI assistant. "And keep me updated."
[Affirmative,] she said.
With that, I teleported out of the chamber, my mind already racing with other plans.
Humming a playful tune, I took a moment of peace and quiet. I was in my personal garden. The sun was warm, the flowers were in bloom, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of nectar.
It was a perfect day.
And I was in a perfect mood.
My capture of Gideon and the destruction of his army was a huge victory, a major setback for the church and the Kingdom of Vandor.
I already had some ideas on how to use him, but for now, I decided to let my daughters have their fun. They deserved it. They were my children, after all.
And besides, the 'lessons' they were teaching the captured paladins and inquisitors would be very... effective.
"Let's have a sneak peek. Hehehehe..." I giggled, waving a hand and opening a window to Gideon's cell.
The scene was... even more depraved than before.
Gideon was no longer bound to the chair. My daughters had moved him to the center of the large circular bed, his powerful body glistening with sweat and various fluids. Four succubi were currently on him—two riding his cock and mouth in tandem, another two grinding against his hands and thighs. The rest lounged around them, touching themselves or each other while waiting their turn, their tails and wings flicking with eager hunger.
"F-fuck...! I can't… again!!!!" His roar of overwhelmed pleasure echoed through the room.
One of the younger succubi—with her rose-gold hair and mischievous grin—laughed sweetly as she sank down fully onto his thick shaft, her tail wrapping possessively around his waist.
"Mommy said to save some for everyone, Grandmaster~ But you're just so full. Look how much you're still giving us!"
Gideon's hips bucked involuntarily as another orgasm tore through him. His golden eyes were glassy, half-lidded, the holy light within them flickering like a candle in a storm. The aphrodisiac, combined with my lingering lust energy and the endless attentions of ten highly skilled daughters, had reduced the once-mighty Sentinel to a trembling, cum-soaked mess.
"That's it, Grandmaster~ Fill me again. Mommy will be so proud of how much you're giving us." The rose-gold succubus leaned down and licked a stripe up his sweat-soaked chest.
I smiled, resting my fingers against the glass.
"Good. Break for me, old man. Every drop you spill is another step toward making you mine."
A soft chime sounded in my mind.
Ding!
[Morgana,] Herma reported. [Preliminary results from the cloning process. The first batch of embryos has stabilized. Holy essence integration at 47%. Projected viability in 72 hours.]
"Excellent," I murmured. "And the soul imprint?"
[Still forming. The divine print is stubborn, but your blood concept is already rewriting portions of it. We may have a viable vessel with partial paladin potential within the week.]
I licked my lips. A week. Manageable. I still need to prepare for the reaction of the Kingdom of Vandor and the Church of Uriel.
I closed the viewing window with a flick of my wrist and stretched luxuriously, my heavy breasts swaying as I rose from the chaise. Capturing Gideon and crushing his army had been a magnificent victory. The shockwaves were already spreading—I could practically taste the panic rolling across the kingdom.
The Holy Paladin Grandmaster wasn't just a soldier. He was their living symbol. Their beacon of hope. Their proof that Uriel still favored them. And now he was here, naked, broken, and pumping load after load into my daughters while sobbing her name in vain.
I smiled, dark and sweet.
The king would be furious. The nobles would be terrified. The church… oh, the church would be in absolute chaos. They would have to respond. The only question was how.
Another army? A desperate diplomatic mission? Perhaps even elite assassins or a strike team of high priests?
Personally, I was hoping for another army. Nothing was more satisfying than watching their holy warriors kneel one by one.
But this would only happen after they paid the 'ransom'.
I had left the negotiations in my sister's very capable hands. She had begged for the chance to play with them, and I was feeling generous. My only condition was clear:
I wanted more.
Mermaids. Lamias. Harpies. Beastkin of every variety. Dwarves. Elves. Anything rare and exotic. A whole beautiful collection for my growing collection of pets and breeding stock. If the Kingdom of Vandor had them, they would deliver.
I could already imagine the look on their faces when my sister named the price.
"Ahhh~... my womb is singing with anticipation for new blood~."