Morgana: The Mother Of All-Chapter 289: The Making of A High Priestess

"Wow! This place is awesome!" Luna exclaimed in awe the moment we stepped into my temple, her crimson eyes wide and sparkling as she took in the massive, living architecture.

The lovely lewd engraving on the walls pulsed with warmth, like a divine womb, promising an extraordinary and never-ending experience for those worthy.

Green veins spread from the base of some pillars like an inverted tree, glittering and lush with purple and crimson flowers. Every breath the temple exhaled was humid and sweet, carrying the scent of sacred nectar and fresh life—an arousing mix that made most mortals weak at the knees. But Luna? She inhaled it deeply, purring.

"Amazing" Her tail flicked with excitement, ears twitching as she leaned forward in my arms. "One single sniff and I'm so wet, Mom"

The proud smirk that danced on my lips as I saw her react was the single greatest moment of my life. I love all my children, and I'll be happy when they are happy, but Luna and her sister Ember will always have a special place in my heart.

They were my first two pups, the beginning of the great breeding adventure of Morgana. No matter how many followed, no matter how many wombs I swelled, or how many cocks filled me, Luna and Ember would always be sacred. They were born not of divine duty, but of pure love and reckless desire.

"It smells like home" Luna shifted in my arms, her soft breath trailing against my collarbone as she whispered, "No, better than home. Like the place I was meant to be."

"And you were," I murmured, planting a kiss on her warm cheek. "This temple is your home. Your sanctuary. Your nest. Every inch of it was built to cradle you, feed you, worship the very miracle that is your fertile body."

The temple itself pulsed in agreement, the living walls shivering as they expanded subtly, welcoming Luna deeper. Bioluminescent tendrils curled from the ceiling, gently lighting our path forward. A soft hum echoed through the air—almost like a heartbeat, or a lullaby for expectant mothers.

"Luna, my sweet daughter, I chose you above everyone else," I cupped her beautiful face between my palms, gazing into those starry scarlet eyes of hers, a smile upon my lips, and a warmth blossoming in my chest.

"I want you to become the high priestess, and the leader of my worshippers."

"!!!!?" The she-wolf blinked, her tail flickering from side to side as she processed my words.

"That... Wow," she whispered, shaking her head and breathing softly, a tiny smile slipping through. "Why me? I don't think I'm strong enough, Mother"

"Because" I stroked her wolf ear and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, before wrapping my arms behind her back pulling her close, and squeezing her furry butt.

"You're like me, a horny slut, who likes nothing more than to drown in cum and womb-filled pups" I whispered, biting her ear with a teasing nip that made her shiver in my arms, her breath hitching in a short, wet gasp.

"Ahh~"

Her hips twitched against me, that impossibly soft fur trailing like smoke beneath my fingers as I slid my palms down her back, over the swell of her plush cheeks, which I squeezed again—firmer this time—just to feel that little moan escape her throat.

"Nnnnngh... M-Mom..." she whimpered, tail fluttering against my thigh like a banner in divine heat, her claws lightly scraping down my arms as her body pressed in tighter, needier.

"We were born for this, Luna," I murmured, holding her in my arms as I walked forward toward the altar.

"Born to spread our legs and welcome the seed of the worthy," I whispered into her ear again, softer this time, my lips brushing the tender fur just below. As I slowly widened her legs "To be filled... bred... and worshipped."

The moment the last word escaped my lips, the 12-inch monster between my legs found a way inside her little hole, filling her to the brim and triggering the motherfucking beast deep inside her pussy.

"YESS!!" she moaned loud as her stomach bulged a little thanks to my thick cock, and her pussy quickly expanded, showing no resistance whatsoever to the invasion. The womb tattoo that previously was dormant started glowing in a dim light red welcoming the lovely guest.

"Only we can make the world a better place, by pouring more cum and life into it," I whispered but didn't move my hips, instead I simply enjoyed her pussy juice that covered every inch of my shaft and filled the altar hall with an indescribable sweet scent.

She whimpered. Shivering. Gasping. Pulsing. And, little by little, she began rocking herself like the little cocksucker she was in small, tentative strokes that sent more of her divine fluids squelching all over my balls.

"Luna Nosferat" I finally spoke up. My tone took a serious edge and for the first time in this life, I decided to give my family name to my first wolf daughter.

"I, Victoria Morgana Nosferat, the goddess of breeding, blood, night, and war... Wish to grant you my blessing, and appoint you as my high priestess, do you accept?"

Luna's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she took in the weight of my words. The temple seemed to hold its breath, the hum fading to a soft, anticipatory whisper. Her tail flicked nervously, her claws digging into my shoulder as she processed the magnitude of what I was offering her.

"M-Mom," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure? I mean, I'm just—"

"You are not 'just' anything, Luna," I interrupted gently, my gaze unwavering. "You are my daughter, my firstborn, and you carry within you the same fire and passion that burns within me. You are worthy, and you are ready."

"..."

Her hesitation only lasted for a fraction of a second before she answered.

"Yes!" she gasped, her voice raw with devotion. "Yes, Mother—Goddess—I accept! I'll be your High Priestess, your vessel, your perfect little breeding slut! I'll spread my legs for every worthy worshipper, I'll take every drop of seed, I'll swell with pups and bleed for your glory—I swear!—please just let me take that glorious cock deeper! I need it so deep I— Aaaaaaaaagh~"

"Then let it be done!" I declared, my voice resonating with divine authority, my hips snapping forward with enough force to make her toes curl and her back arch off the altar.

Luna's cry of ecstasy was swallowed by the temple's answering hum—a chorus of approval from the living stone, the whispering vines, the very essence of my domain. Her pussy clenched around me, her womb tattoo blazing crimson as it drank in the divine energy pouring from my cock.

I didn't hold back.

Each thrust was a sacrament, each moan a prayer. Her claws raked down my back, her fangs nipped at my shoulder, and her thighs trembled as they locked around my waist, pulling me deeper, needing me to claim her completely.

"This is your destiny, Luna," I growled against her ear, my breath hot as I pistoned into her dripping cunt. "To be worshipped. To be bred. To lead my faithful in an endless cycle of pleasure and life."

"YES!" she whined, her body rocking in rhythm with my pounding hips, the slick slapping of our flesh drowning in her sweet, musical voice. "I was born to be fucked, mom! Please never stop! I can feel it! So close!"

"Oh! Really?" I smirked. But unfortunately for both of us, I had to pause for a moment.

"Eh?... Why?" Luna's voice cracked, a desperate whine as her scarlet eyes glistened with need, her hips twitching uselessly against the altar, chasing the thick, pulsing cock I'd cruelly stilled inside her. Her pussy clenched around me, dripping, begging, her womb tattoo throbbing like a second heartbeat, screaming for release.

"Oh, my sweet, depraved daughter," I purred, spreading my legs as far as I could allowing my balls to grow into an absurd size. Thick, heavy, full of my seed they reached the cold floor.

"W-wha...." Luna's eyes grew wider, she gaped, jaw hanging open, as her mouth watered as they took in those massive, delicious-looking balls.

"I need to make you into a High Priestess, and in order to do that," I licked my lips, my breasts swelling and their size increasing slightly, milky and inviting as I grew a second cock. "I must fill you with my divine energy in its primal, raw form."

Her breath hitched, her tail stiffening behind her as a fresh wave of arousal slicked her thighs. The sheer size of them—swollen, veiny, and practically dripping with potent, divine seed—made her whimper, her pussy spasming around my shaft in helpless anticipation.

"M-Mother..." she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and desperation. "Y-You're going to—nngh—you're going to ruin me!" fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

I grinned, sharp and predatory, ignoring her words. I summoned the living armor, Hunger, from my inventory and commanded it to perform several acts.

First, two thin tentacles extended from the armor, heading straight for mine and Luna's breasts. They gently dug into our hardening nipples, making them exquisitely erect and connecting both of our milk channels into a single, pulsing tube.

The second command I gave Hunger was far more lewd.

I swallowed the main mass of the living black armor, allowing it to spread inside me like a viscous, sentient tide. It snaked down my throat, filling my stomach, my womb, and then, most deliciously, my very core. It reached my engorged balls, merging with them, amplifying their size and the potency of the seed within. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of power and lust.

"Ruin you?" I chuckled, my voice now a guttural growl, resonating with the raw energy coursing through me. "No, my sweet Luna. I'm going to ascend you."

PAT!

My hips began to move again, but this time, the thrusts were deeper, more forceful, driven by the amplified power of my seed-infused balls. Each stroke stretched her wider, filling her more completely, the slick, wet sounds echoing through the temple.

"Aaaahhh!" Luna screamed, her body arching off the altar, her claws digging into my back. She was no longer just a daughter being pleasured; she was a vessel being filled, a conduit for divine power.

The temple gave me the necessary knowledge about this holy ritual and let me tell you, there was a good reason the whole ordeal needed so much...Hmm... well it needs divine energy, from my body fluids and we need a LOT! And if I perform it right, Luna will have a chance to ascend to a higher rank.

A Demi-god.

"Ready, Luna??" I said, pausing for a second, letting her catch her breath and regain a semblance of composure, enough to formulate an actual reply. My second cock was aimed at her ass, the one inside her pussy ready to finish in its climax. My breasts were ready to explode with a vast amount of milk. And the thick tentacle that was dancing on my lips, ready to feed her starving stomach the white cream, fresh from the source.

"Ready to be filled with every single drop? Ready to be stuffed with life? To accept my power and ascend as my high priestess?"

I looked down, drinking in her flushed expression and tear-soaked eyes as she choked back another scream, her head bobbing feverishly.

"Do it, and...B-be gentle, Mom"