Chapter 541: Chapter 541: Knock-Offs of Perfection

"Hmm?... Herma, am I not seeing things wrong, right?" I asked, my eyes wide with disbelief.

The vision from Nox’s eyes was... unexpected.

[No, you are not seeing things wrong, Morgana] Herma’s calm, detached voice echoed in my head. [The Gray Knights are exactly what you think] 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

My new pet raven, Nox, did his job well. He found the Gray Knights. They were marching through a narrow mountain pass, their silver armor gleaming in the sunlight. And leading them was a huge wyvern.

But that wasn’t the issue.

The issue was the Gray Knights themselves.

"That... holy pigeon bitch!!" I cursed, my anger flaring. "How dare she use Lilith’s formula."

The Gray Knights were not just tall men in armor. They were more. Much more.

Seven-foot-tall warriors, they are the same as my crimson sentinels. Not the new ones, but the old ones I created back on Earth.

Humans who evolved and trained from a young age to be perfect soldiers.

[I don’t think they are the same as your sentinels, even the old ones.] Herma interjected. [They appear to be inferior, even if they share the same physical traits. The holy light they radiate is not divine in origin, but a cheap imitation of Uriel’s power. A magical enchantment]

"Maybe Uriel is using the original formula before Lilith and Vicky modified it?" I asked, my mind racing.

[It is highly likely. From the memory fragments and the recording, I can deduce that Lilith had no connection with Uriel during her time with you. Moreover, it’s unlikely that she or your sister would leave a copy of the formula on Earth lying around for Uriel to find.]

"So Uriel has the original formula," I said, my fists clenching. "A flawed, incomplete formula"

"And she is using it to create her own army of holy soldiers."

The Gray Knights, their bodies infused with a weak imitation of Uriel’s light, were strong, yes, but flawed. At least on the outside, they looked like my crimson sentinels, but their power was a pale, flickering flame compared to the raging inferno of my creations.

They were cheap knock-offs. Insults to the very concept of what Lilith and Vicky had perfected.

"Uriel... you holy bitch... You really pissed me off now," I cursed, my anger a cold, hard thing in my chest. "She dares to copy my wife and sister’s work? To create these... these... shitty abominations? And she sends them to my elves? To my mines?"

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. Getting angry now would be pointless. I needed a plan.

"What do you think, Herma?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "How do I deal with them?"

[You already decided to wipe them out] Herma stated, her tone as calm as ever. [The question is not if, but how]

"Right," I grinned, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my face. "Let’s give Uriel a message. A message she won’t forget."

"Nox, keep following them, and when they make camp, send me the signal," I commanded, my mind already racing with plans.

The raven cawed in response, its third eye glowing with a soft, dark light. It soared higher, a speck of absolute black against the blue sky, and then disappeared from view. Then I opened the map and placed a waypoint on the mines in order to teleport after 24 hours.

I broke the connection, my mind returning to my body in the temple. I stood up, a surge of power coursing through me. I needed to prepare. I needed to gather my forces.

[Make sure to keep a few of them alive.] Herma suddenly interjected. [I want to... study them]

"Hmm?... fine"

I found Vicky in her office, buried under a mountain of paperwork. She looked up as I entered, her crimson eyes widening slightly at the look on my face.

"Morgi? What’s wrong?" she asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Uriel is using a flawed version of Lilith’s formula to create her own army," I said, my voice flat and cold. "Her Gray Knights are on their way to the elven mines. I’m going to deal with them."

Vicky’s eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening. She understood the implications immediately. The insult was not just to me, but to Lilith’s legacy, to her legacy.

"I’m coming with you," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"I was hoping you’d say that," I grinned, my anger already being replaced by a familiar, predatory excitement. "But not in your human form."

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear.

"I want to see the dragon, sister. I want to see you unleash your full power."

Vicky shivered, a low growl rumbling in her chest. The look in her eyes was one of pure, unadulterated bloodlust. The dragon was stirring.

"You’ll get your wish, sister," she said, her voice a husky promise. "I’ll burn them all to ash."

"Good," I purred, my hand trailing down her back until it rested on her ass. "Sis, I always wanted to do it in an office."

I squeezed her cheek, my fingers digging into her flesh. Vicky’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching in response. She was always so responsive to my touch.

"M-Morgi... not now," she protested, but her body was betraying her, her hips arching into my touch.

"Why not?" I teased, my other hand moving to her front, cupping her breast, my thumb brushing against her hardening nipple. "You’re always so stressed with this paperwork. A little... stress relief... is in order."

"Morgi... we have to..." Her protests died in her throat as I captured her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. She melted against me, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body pressing against mine.

"Come on, sis," I growled, breaking the kiss and bending her over her desk, scattering papers to the floor. "Let’s christen this office properly."

I flipped up her skirt, revealing her bare, glistening folds. Her panties were long gone, a casualty of our earlier breeding session. Her "bicep-cock" was already emerging, swelling with need.

"M-Morgi... on the desk?" she stammered, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"Yes, on the desk," I said, my voice a low, commanding growl. "I want you to fuck me on this desk, right here, right now. I want you to think of me every time you sit here and do your boring paperwork."

Vicky’s resistance crumbled like ash under a dragon’s breath. Her crimson eyes burned with the same feral hunger that mirrored my own, her body trembling as I pinned her against the desk. Papers fluttered to the floor like defeated enemies, ink pots tipping over in dark, spreading stains that looked almost prophetic.

"You’re such a pervert, Morgi..." she breathed, even as she pushed her ass back against me, grinding slowly.

"Guilty," I purred, nipping at the sensitive spot on her neck. "Now be a good dragon and spread your legs for your goddess."

She complied with a shaky whimper, her hands flat against the polished wood as she bent over fully. I stepped back just enough to admire the view—her flushed cheeks, the trembling muscles of her thighs, and, between them, the two wet, eager holes waiting for my attention.

Of course, we can’t forget that ridiculous, infuriatingly hot bicep-cock standing at attention.

I sank to my knees behind her, inhaling her musky scent—pure arousal, a heady mix of dragon fire and sisterly lust. My tongue darted out, tracing the seam of her pussy before circling her tight rear entrance.

"Ngh—!" Vicky jolted, her knuckles whitening on the desk. "M-Morgi, not there... it’s dirty..."

"All of you is mine, Vicky," I growled against her skin before delving deeper, rimming her with teasing precision. Her breath hitched as I pushed my tongue past her tight ring, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. The taste of her, forbidden and intimate, was intoxicating.

Her body shook as I worked her open, my fingers replacing my tongue to stretch her gently, curling inside her as she squirmed. Her bicep-cock twitched, drooling pre-cum onto the floor—a messy, beautiful symbol of her surrender.

"Please... Morgi... I need—"

"I know what you need," I said, rising to my feet. I gave her ass a hard slap, the crack echoing like a thunderclap. "But you need to beg for it."

"Fuck you," she snarled, her hips grinding back desperately, chasing friction. "You know I want it."

"Say it," I ordered, my grip tightening on her hips. "Beg for your sister to wreck your ass like the slutty dragon you are."

Her pride wavered for only a second before it shattered under the weight of her lust.

"Please, Morgana—! Fuck my ass! Claim it—make it yours! I’ll do anything!"

That was all I needed.

With a brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my thighs slapping against hers as she screamed—pure, raw agony and ecstasy tearing from her throat. Her walls clenched around me, a velvet vise demanding more, her body arching as I set a punishing rhythm.

...

The sex didn’t last long. Vicky had a lot of work to do, and I didn’t want to keep her for long.

After we both orgasmed, Vicky cleaned my cock with her tongue. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her crimson eyes locked on mine.

She was a fast learner.

After that, I went to make my own preparations for the ’hunt’.

I was going to bring some of my children with me. A little family outing. But after some thinking, I decided not to. This was a message to Uriel, a message that I could handle her "holy knights" alone.

Vicky will have her share of fun, but after I’m done.

"Now all I need is to wait for the signal," I muttered, watching through the eyes of my raven.

"Uriel will definitely like my gift."